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Hold it there.

Clotter. It's not my fault. I swear I didn't kill her.

Who are you?

My name's Miss Ferguson.

But you can call me Governor.

Who's in charge?

You are.

I read somewhere that you'd been passed over for promotion several times.

You just need a mentor.

I'd really appreciate that.

This yard has been neglected for a very long time.

How would you feel about turning it into a proper vegetable garden?

Yeah, when can we start?

Now, you remember Brayden, don't you? No. That's him there, darling. You look

at that. That is Brayden Holt, Jack's son.

Now, he stuck the needle in Deb's arm and he ended her life.

I am stuck in here with nothing.

Can you find a reason to get up tomorrow?

Just find one.

Absolutely.

Thought you were in the slot.

Got out this morning.

Hey, sorry about the whole dunk in your head and the sink thing.

I heard about Daz.

Hope he catches something his dick drops off.

Lou said you wanted to see this stuff I collected from the papers. Yeah, yeah, I

thought it might help me process a few things.

Thanks.

It'll cost you.

It's 9.30. You've got an appointment.

Remember?

Can we get back into sketching?

Yeah.

It's good to have a hobby.

Yeah.

There's not a social visit.

I want a divorce.

I need you to find some stuff.

I gave it to that guard.

Where the hell is he?

With Debbie's ashes.

Have you done anything with them yet?

Been too busy.

What about her memorial plaque?

Works for... Works more important than your daughter.

Your husband gave me these for you to sign.

Don't worry. I'll make sure you get half.

Can you give us a moment?

He fancies himself.

He fancies you too.

It's just standard stuff.

I'm not trying to rip you off.

Okay, I'll sign the papers, Harry.

But it's going to cost you.

You're going to get half my fucking super. I don't want half your fucking

super. You can keep everything. What do you want? I want payback for Debbie.

Braden Holt.

And you're going to do it.

Do what?

Don't worry, Harry.

Don't have a cord sound in here.

See, I'd do it myself, but I'm a bit stuck.

You're the only one who can get to him.

I'm surprised you haven't done it already. You don't think I haven't

thought about it every fucking day?

So why haven't you done it then?

How would I find him? Oh, what a shit excuse.

You owe it to Deb to make them pay for what he did.

So I'm not signing anything.

Not until you do what needs to be done.

Take it easy. No, no. Go back to the beginning. All right.

It's all right now. It's all right now.

You're getting it. It's not the beginning. You're all right. You're all

right. Calm down, darling.

Take it easy.

Pull it through.

That's the way.

Good.

That's it.

Oh, no.

Frankie, I was watching that.

I haven't seen Jelly for two weeks, you know. Yes, that's right, but it's

getting busted with my phone.

Oh, that looks really... Well, they're good having the tomatoes and the

cucumbers in the compost pile. Why do you do it? It takes a bit of patience.

I'm bummed out, Frankie. I'm half.

I reckon I'll go spare.

Tell someone who gives a shit, Scott.

Yeah, I'll go see Big Tanya in C Block. She'll sort me out.

Oh, I don't think Big Tanya's going to sort anyone out. I saw her this morning

in medical and she was eating through a store.

What? Someone bashed her.

Who bashed her? Well, apparently she had a bit of a supply problem and she got a

little bit stingy with the gear.

Seat locks in lockdown.

Poor big Tanya.

So he says he wants a divorce.

A divorce?

The marriage is over anyway.

Well, you did try to kill him, did you?

Oh, I'm sorry, too soon. No, look, he might have been a bastard, but that

stuff can still mess with your head. I mean, you come into a place like this,

you've got kids, you've got a husband.

All of a sudden, you've got none of it.

Well, you got us.

Yeah, but for how long?

Well, you're not in here for the next 12 years.

Bloody well, I hope not.

Couple of months.

Couple of months. She just pushed me, Miss Marl.

What are you doing?

Soil's crap.

There's not much you can do about it. I reckon they need raised up garden beds.

A garden shed?

And a greenhouse.

That way we can store the tools and stuff right there.

And if we had a greenhouse, we'd be able to grow veggies all year.

Okay.

Really? Why not?

It's a good idea.

Great.

That's fantastic.

I mean, thanks, Miss Ferguson.

Doreen, I'll need you to do something for me.

I want you to keep an eye on Smith.

Me?

As her peer worker.

I know she's having a hard time. Just let me know how she's travelling. Now

she's off the sedative.

This way. This way.

Liz? Liz? Yeah, Miss Bennett. We've got a new girl on remand. Her name is Sue

Young. Sue Young.

I'm putting her in H2.

Now, she doesn't speak English. All right. But can you keep an eye on her

for me? Yeah, I'll look after her.

Hi, I'm Liz.

Oh, right.

See,

you're a long way from home, aren't you?

Hey.

Hi, Miss Frankie.

Any hand?

Just the dirty linen, Frankie.

Sorry, Tanya.

You're going to have to finish that up. You're being moved to protection. Can I

take that?

Craig, mate.

Yeah, I'm good.

Yeah, hey, I'm ringing about Nana. Poor old bird's not eating properly, eh?

What's he saying?

Have you got any shit? Can he get it?

Come on.

Hey, hey.

It's me, right? Yeah?

Yeah, I heard about you. Hey, um, you're a nice new moggy. Time's over. Come on.

No, you can be. Who's my moggy? Don't be a selfish bitch, B.

Hey, guy.

Quit bugging B, all right? Fucking bitch is holding out on me.

You're fucking joking.

Hello? Frankie, you had your go. We'll be good. Yeah. Get her out of my face.

Who are yours, Red?

Oh, man.

Washington Automotive.

Hello, it's Tracy Bell here from VIP Panel and Paint in Coburg.

My boss was hoping to meet with your rep, Harry Smith.

to discuss supplying us with parts, if that's possible.

Sure. Yeah,

today's perfect.

Alright. Guys, look, don't do this, mate. Let me open the door, alright?

In fact, we're going to fess up again if anyone goes in ourselves.

Okay, move away, Dorian. Skye, I'm going to open the door and come in there,

okay? You open that door, I'm in a fucking vein, I swear to God.

Look, okay, talk to me, Skye. What do you want, okay? I want to help you out.

Oh, I just need someone to take the end off, Mr.

James. Okay, then we'll take you to medical and have you taken care of.

Why don't you put me in that fucking swamp?

Skye. Oh, Skye. She's got a sheath. Pearson, we're coming in there, all

right? Now put the shiv down and face the wall.

Just let me talk to her, okay? She's probably off her head on ice, mate.

Hang on.

Fuck, she's cutting.

Sky, put it down. Put the shiv down. Put it down.

Shiv.

Get up.

Get up. Get up.

Get up.

You keep carrying all that. Something on her wrist here.

Put that around her wrist.

She's sedated.

What happened?

She's flashed up.

The prisoner has a history of self-harming.

She'll need to go to hospital. Mainly hesitation wounds, but one's really

deep. She'll need surgery.

Ambulance has been called.

Did you gas her?

Well, she's out of control.

Wielding a shift.

I deem it appropriate to employ AC spray to subdue her.

The ambulance is here.

Paul, what are you doing?

You can't cuff her if not with slash wrists.

Says who?

It's department protocol, mate.

The prisoner's leaving the compound. She needs to be restrained, mate. Fletch,

you can't restrain slash wrists.

You'll travel with the prisoner, but she's not to be restrained.

Vera, can you organise a transit permit for Mr Fletcher? Yes, Governor.

What's Smith doing there?

She's assisted with the emergency. She's waiting to be escorted back.

I'll do that.

I'll escort you to the shower block.

You need cleaning up.

I'm informed your husband visited.

Yeah. First time in nearly four months.

I've arranged a session for you this afternoon with our consulting

psychiatrist, Dr Lynch. Oh, I don't need to see a shrink.

I don't have much liking for them either, but it's protocol.

If you want to remain here in general. Well, I prefer to deal with things in my

own way.

I can understand that, but rules are rules. Besides, there's no shame in

asking for help, Smith.

I have asked for help, Miss Ferguson.

Excuse me, mate.

Boss around?

Not sure he's out of beds yet.

I'll get him down.

What can I do you for?

You wanted to see me?

You rang my office.

Set up an appointment.

I don't think so, mate.

When was this?

Today.

Why would I set up an appointment with you?

Work for Washington Automotives.

Sell car parts.

Do I know you?

Nah.

Might have been someone in the office who called you.

I'll just check the appointment book.

When did you say you called?

Sometime today.

Shit, I'm looking at last week.

Well,

what do you want me to do about it? It's not my fault.

Shut up, shut up.

Problem, girls?

Yeah, where's our gear?

You know where your gear is.

Governor's got it. And you got our money?

No, money's gone.

Shit happens.

I've got the lettuces, the carrots and the herbs.

It's going to be awesome.

You're up for another little earner? I told you the phone was a one-off.

Did you a favour and you almost fucked it for both of us? Well, you've got to

feed the beast, Mark.

I might have turned a blind eye to the small stuff.

If you think I'm going to help you get gear in here, you're deluded.

These men are from Walford Prison.

They'll be here for as long as it takes to fix up the guard station and build a

greenhouse. That was quick.

The governor at Walford agreed the enterprise had its merits.

And B. Smith?

How's she doing?

Good, yeah.

Anderson's in charge of the project.

All decisions go through her.

All costings and materials go through my office.

Yes, Governor.

Taylor.

Yes, Mr. Faulkner.

Anderson, this is Taylor.

It was an apprentice, Chippy.

So you two sort out what it is you need, make a list and give it to me. All

right?

I'm going to get your help.

Fine. Okay?

Hang on.

Hi. Hey.

I need some help.

Oh, hi. Well, this is Suyun, Korean.

She doesn't speak a word of English. She's a newbie. She got upset when Sky

went ape. Now, I've been trying to calm her down, and nothing is working. So can

you explain to her that what happened to Sky isn't going to happen to her?

What did she say?

Holy

shit.

What's the matter?

Said she banged up six balloons.

Cops found those, but they didn't get the two she swallowed.

How long have they been in there?

She got sprung at the airport last night, so about 24 hours.

I'll make her spew them up.

Let her go. She's traumatized as it is.

They're not going to be in her stomach now. Well, where are they going to be?

Kim, maybe you got it wrong, love.

Ask her if she shut him out.

Ask her.

Well, they gave her something so she couldn't crap on the plane. So what do

we do?

Well, if you want to stick your finger up her ass, we wait.

It's me.

What do you want?

Did you go there?

You stupid dumb bitch.

Did you see him?

What do you mean, nothing?

What I said.

Nothing happened.

And don't ever call here again.

Harry.

Please don't make my mum call.

Oi, Smith.

Back of the queue.

Just this one call, Mr Fletcher.

Come on. You know the rules.

But the girls don't mind.

I do.

Haven't you got a beef somewhere anyway?

I mean, according to the appointment book, you got a 3.30 with Dr Lynch.

I didn't agree to that.

Oh, listen, if you want to stay out of the slot, you better agree to it. Look

at the time.

Go on, off you go.

Hey, any word on Pierce?

They're keeping her overnight for observation.

Thanks for dropping me the ship with Fergus.

You're a bit heavy-handed, Fletch. She was armed with a ship.

Yeah, well, she was going to drop it.

First of all, the crisis management averted the crisis. Yeah, with

reasonable force.

And there's a reason we carry caps again in a can, mate.

It's not to spray on salad.

I want the herbicide.

but over here is where I want you to start on the... Did you fancy an elastic

cranny? Yeah, nothing jumps out at me.

I'm going to do a couple of good things at the dish lickers tonight, bud.

And this is the shed.

Right.

Oh, look at this. Yeah.

Wow.

Yeah,

needs some repairs.

Obviously.

You got all water damage here, and I reckon you're going to need to replace

that whole panel.

And what's your first name?

Doreen. Doreen, cool.

I'm Nash.

Sorry. What are you in for?

Money visits.

Come on, don't be like that.

You could be a bloody psycho killer for all I know.

I boosted a couple of cars when I lost my apprenticeship.

Nothing.

Sorry to say.

Look, how long do you reckon it'll take?

Well, I guess it all depends on how quick the boys work.

And I reckon they might want to stretch things out a little bit.

What are you grinning about?

What?

Nothing. Hey, what's with you and Ferguson?

You're Governor's pet.

Maybe she likes a bit of black velvet.

Something you're not telling us to? I don't know.

Lizard? I'm up.

It's all right.

Oi, hey, cut it out, you two. Hey, cut it out.

You, get back in the kitchen.

Just gave me a hard-on.

Dreams are free, Frankie.

Yeah? Hey.

Come on, drink it.

It's just a bit of vegetable oil. Can you hold her head back? No, it's okay,

it's okay. It's just a bit of vegetable oil.

She hasn't got a clue what you are saying.

Tell her it's not going to kill her.

This is ridiculous, Frankie.

Fuck out, Liz. I'm doing the girl a favour.

What, are you scaring her to death? No, by helping her get that shit out of her

gut. It's just a bit of lubricant. What's the big deal?

Come on, just drink in a little more.

He desires to self-harm.

No. Harm others.

No. Have you been suffering any depression?

I'm in here for a 12-year stretch. What do you reckon?

What about anger?

What makes you angry, babe?

Pointless questions.

How would you describe your current state of mind?

I wouldn't.

You're currently going through a divorce.

Oh, my God, there's no privacy in here.

How's that affecting you?

Well, lack of privacy.

The divorce, is it making you angry?

What do your triggers be?

Are you aware of them?

What made you attack Jacqueline Holt?

What made you attack your husband?

Both charges were dropped.

Did you often get angry with him?

Well, Harry was the angry one, not me. What were Harry's triggers?

What does it matter?

If you knew them and you kept on triggering them, that's instructive. You

blame the victim. Is that how you see yourself?

He'd blow up in a second.

If I talked during the footy, if I wasn't listening to him, if he thought I

was dumping on him, if I implied that he was a crap father or a lousy husband,

if I made him feel inadequate.

And yeah, I guess that was pretty effective.

Yeah? Harry, don't hang up.

What the fuck do you want?

Are you drunk?

What's it to you?

Hey, where were you the night that Deb was killed?

We are getting tanked with your mate.

Shut your fat mouth.

The bastard who killed your little girl is out there, Harry, and he's laughing.

He's laughing at you because you're not man enough to teach him a lesson. No,

no, no.

You shut your fucking dog. You're too much of a gutless coward to do what any

man in your situation would have done already in a heartbeat. And you know

what, Harry?

Braden Holton knows it.

Shut up!

Hey. Oh, hey.

Any accident?

Hey. Oh.

No.

You absolutely said she didn't take a dump in the bog while you were fucking

sleeping. No, well, you know, the noise of it would have woken me up.

Oh, fuck.

God, after all that oil, she should be shitting through the eye of an eagle.

She's compacted.

Are you a proctologist now?

We've got to get her to medical.

And then what?

Tell the screw she's got a couple of bags of H in her gut. It's going to make

her sentence even longer. I'm trying to protect the girl, Liz. Oh, protection.

That's the last thing on your mind.

Is it? Hey, do you reckon those blokes will be back in the yard today?

I went out for a six pack of beer and I come back to this.

I managed to get him out.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

I'm here to collect what you owe me.

Yeah?

See this?

I need it to look just like this.

Yeah?

Let's go.

Morning, Doctor.

Vera?

Everything okay?

Yes.

Rough night with your mother?

You know, I think it's admirable what you're doing for her, but you shouldn't

forget to take time out for yourself.

I'm fine.

Why don't we have a drink after work?

Just the two of us.

Bit of a debrief. I am.

The nurse finishes at six.

Tell her to stay home.

She'll appreciate the other time.

Oh, yeah. Bye.

Bye. Oi, Taylor.

Hands off.

No worries, Mr Faulkner. Oh, no.

Oh, poor baby.

Oh, wow.

So cute, buddy.

Your psychiatrist report.

It's interesting.

Did I pass?

Dr. Lynch seems to feel that if you had a purpose, you'd be unlikely to be a

danger to your fellow prisoners.

And I tend to agree.

It's easy to feel useless in here. You get up, you eat, kill time, sleep, days,

months, years.

What's the point of it all?

Punishment.

I prefer the term correction.

It's a state of mind, and you can choose to be weak and unempowered.

Or you can take control of the situation.

You define you're the governor.

A title does not define who you are.

Actions do that.

The point of me seeing the shrink was so I could stay in general. It was.

That's why it's important for you to reach your potential.

Even in here.

To be in control.

Big feeling helpless, I guess.

Do you feel helpless, Min?

No, I feel determined to make my time in here count for something.

I hope it doesn't.

I thought I recognized you.

You're Debbie's old man.

You think I killed her and that's why you fucking torched my place.

I don't know what you're talking about.

No, no, no, please, please don't.

I think he shot himself.

Nah, he wouldn't have had the balls to have done that.

Come in.

Yes, Vera, can I help you?

I thought we were, um... Having a drink, yes.

Come here.

Don't be nervous, dear. I don't bite. No, I'm not nervous.

Vodka and soda, OK?

Yeah, it's fine.

I've made us mojitos, but I'm fresh out of mint leaves and lime.

Couple of these, I'm not going to be much use to Mum tonight.

Your mother will be fine.

This is our time, Vera.

You know, I think we're going to make a terrific team.

So here is to trust the basis of teamwork

and to having someone who can share the load. God knows in our line of business

you need all the support you can get.

That's true.

Fitzworth? Yes.

Pearson?

Tap you back.

Lee.

How's she doing?

She's alright.

Alright.

Night, ladies.

Night.

So Channing says to the board, but I'm Jim.

Surely my recommendation counts for something.

I still can't imagine Fletcher's governor.

Yeah.

I'm not sure how he'd go with policy, management, budget, all that sort of

thing. Not to mention the daily minutiae of prison bureaucracy.

He'd be lousy at the minutiae.

He's a big boy, isn't he?

Not much.

Going on between the ears.

It'd be handy in a riot.

God, I am being incredibly indiscreet. You understand this is all the strictest

constant. Yes, of course.

I'm saying all this because I trust you, Vera.

You know, I feel like I can depend on you.

God, it's good to debrief with someone, isn't it?

Want another drink?

Mm.

Come on, let's go.

Oi. Oi, stay awake.

Awake. It's going to be shit the sooner we can get some sleep.

Cut the bitch open, Frankie. Come on, it's one way to get it out.

Oh, grow up.

Here you go, darling. This is some warm water. It might make you feel better.

What is going on?

Nothing, Dora. I don't want you involved in this. Involved in what?

Sunian is not feeling well. So get her to medical. It's not a problem. Medical

can feed her.

George, just leave it with me. I'm dealing with it.

Fine. Fine.

Fine.

It was

awful. It was the worst

moment of my life.

You know, I had my suspicions about you and Mr. Fletcher, but I had no idea that

you... I'm going to pass now.

Well, what happened?

I confided in you because I trust you.

I'm not sure I can effectively mentor you if that trust isn't reciprocated.

No.

Never mind.

I found a

journal. Fletcher's journal.

You were snooping. No.

So what was in the journal? Mr. Fletcher's

fantasies. The darkest secrets.

There was some stuff about him and a previous governor, Nick

Jackson.

You know, as well as I do, if this thing bursts, she's stuffed.

So tell her to shit it out.

She is trying.

Can't you see she's exhausted?

It's gone on for too long. I'm getting help.

You know what? What are you doing this for, Frankie? You don't need the gear.

Fuck it. I'm cutting it open.

Hey!

Fuck! Hurry, I'll cut more than your fucking wrist.

Get some fuel.

Speak. Cover.

Midnight. This better be worth it.

I promised you an exclusive.

There's been a death in custody.

Unfortunately, a prisoner passed away here tonight.

But it was police ineptitude that killed her.

I know I can count on you to report the facts.

I don't get how you could do that.

I wasn't the only one there. You treated that girl like a piece of meat.

You're not that person, Frankie.

I'm whatever person I need to be. You know, when Jax was alive and you wanted

to take her down, you got her in the end because you used your smarts.

I beat Jax because Bea killed her. Oh, you had it done before that.

Yeah. Well, there's a difference between wanting to be top dog and being it, Liz.

It's not something you'll ever understand.

I do understand, darling.

You're a frightened little kid, paddling out of your debts. You're shit scared.

You've swum out too far, and you're not going to make it back to shore. And do

you know what?

I don't reckon you can.

Sarah. You've gone too far, Frankie.

I'll go as far as I fucking have to and as far as I fucking like.

Now, you remember that if you don't want to end up like your little drug mule.

You better remember who you're talking to now, Liz.

Yeah, right.

Go.

I had an accident at work.

Look, I came, alright?

Just give me the fucking papers.

I'm done, B.

Fun's all.

Divorce. Deed to the house, everything.

I should have known you wouldn't be able to win.

It's not your fault.

It's just the way you're built.

I'm stronger than you, Harry.

So I'm going to do it myself.

How are you going to do that?

There's 12 foot walls and razor wire between you and Braden Holt.

was deliberately lit. Do you think it was aimed at you?

Why would it be aimed at me?