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I'm off the grove, mate.

Four weeks tomorrow.

Nice one.

It's part of the new dress management thing I'm doing.

I found the journal, the Fletcher's journal.

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

You haven't said anything to him, have you, about Meg and I? Of course not.

Because if he knew, he'd fucking kill me.

This is for Debbie.

Finn's not going to let this slide.

So you keep your head down.

Someone's coming for her.

It's useful having friends, isn't it?

None of these people are my friends.

I'm simply stating there is strength in numbers.

You're vulnerable when you're alone.

Don't know me when I don't know you.

bitch plays dirty, eh?

Yeah, well, she wouldn't be playing at all if you'd done what I told you. They

are winning because they're playing as a team.

They're winning because of Maxine and Simmo. Okay,

so there you go.

You know what you need to do.

Yeah, well, I can take them out. I can fucking take them all out. Okay, let's

fucking do it. Stop fucking talking about it.

Explain. There's nothing to say, Governor. It's sorted.

What is?

A personal issue that we had to sort out. Which was?

Personal.

So there'll be no ongoing issues?

No, Governor.

Don't disappoint me again.

Go back to work.

Thank you for not saying anything.

I'm on your side, Vera.

I've not... I've done it, and I have to say this.

You didn't say anything.

Stop struggling,

Vera. I know what you're asking, and the answer is no.

Of course not.

I gave you my word.

I'm sorry I asked.

Vera? Avoid letting others personal issues interfere with your work.

Don't make that mistake Listen if you want me

to resign I will But you need to let me explain first

You knew the whole time?

No, not while it was happening. In future, don't rush to me with him.

Or I might just kill him.

I'm so sorry. You know what? I'm done with the peer review.

Hey, Mr Fletcher.

We won basketball.

Did you see him?

Fletcher, is everything okay?

Careful.

I'm doing one of those guided treks, and then I'm heading over to Koh Samui for

scuba diving.

There's a lot of sharks over there.

Can't we find one?

And please be careful in those hostels. There are all sorts of weirdoes in those

places. Oh, no, I'm not staying in hostels.

Vinnie's lined up some proper hotels.

Vinnie? Yeah, the halts are paying for my flights and everything.

Hey, honey, can you grab us a drink, please?

Sure. I'll take number one, too.

Okay.

He's paying for our daughter's holiday.

I don't know.

It's a reward, I guess.

She's been doing a bit of work with Brayden.

What kind of work?

Well, he looks after Vinnie's clients. Carly's been helping.

Why are you freaking out?

Because I don't want Carly in debt to the Holtz. What's she supposed to do?

Say no? Yeah, they'd love that.

Anyway, he's doing you a favour, too.

They're getting you out.

For saving Brayden.

When? Soon.

They're going to gag a witness.

What are they going to do about B?

Nothing yet.

Phineas is attracted by a turf war.

They gave Cat's brother a housewarming.

What happened?

They tossed the place while he was asleep.

He's one crispy printer now.

Here you go.

Oh, thank you.

Hey, I've got lots of photos, and I expect to visit as soon as you get back,

all right? With a bit of luck, you'll be out by then.

Yeah. Hey, uh...

How's Mum?

Yeah, she's all right. Yeah?

Still hasn't come to visit, eh?

Yeah, like it's been playing up again.

Oh, yeah.

Anyway, she said she'd send photos of the puppies.

They're not pups anymore.

They're little shits. All that is crap all over the place.

What's got up your ass? Nothing.

Oh, no.

Something's got... Is that my necklace?

I didn't say you could wear that.

It does... They have me stuff still in his shed.

Yeah, it's not like you can use it.

Then they're going to waste.

And he reckons it suits me.

What the fuck were you doing at Daz's place?

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no.

Why were you at Daz's?

You do that again and you're out.

You tell me, Trina, why?

We're together.

He dumped Rochelle and now he's with me.

And we're like a proper couple.

It's me.

All right, Jenkins, you're gone. Let's go.

There's some kind of turf war brewing, so Vinnie's going to be busy for a

while.

But the Holtz don't forget, you still have to watch your back.

Is that your daughter?

Yeah.

She's really pretty.

Pretty dumb. She's got herself tied up with the Holtz.

Yeah, doing what?

Hosting clients or something.

But now they're paying for her to go to Thailand.

That's generous.

No, that's what they do.

They suck you in by flapping the cash around and then when the money dries up,

you owe them.

I want better for Carly.

She's smart.

She's at uni.

She can be whatever she wanted to be.

I don't want her ending up like me.

Wasting her life.

She has been getting quite abusive lately.

Yeah, I'll be home as soon as I can.

I'm so sorry about that.

Who's Will?

He must be 50, probably at the gym.

You told him about the child, didn't you?

What? Don't play fucking dumb with me, Vera. I'm not in the mood. You told him

about the journal now. He's stolen it. I didn't tell him anything.

Fine, I'll find it myself.

You need to calm down.

If you go after him, you're going to make things worse. You were the one in

the wrong here, not Will.

Yeah, where's all this eye candy I keep hearing about? Good luck.

Miss Miles, where are the blokes?

I don't think they'll be here today.

Why, what's happened?

Walford's in lockdown. There were some ODs last night. Oh, God, here we go.

Who overdosed?

I don't know. Not psychic.

Don't worry, love. It won't be Nash.

City user.

No. You got nothing to worry about.

Hey, Miss Miles.

How long are we looking at? I don't know. Up to the governor. Can I please

get a hand with these bags?

I'll do it.

I can't move them on my own.

Frankie. Oh, I thought you'd lost your voice. Are you enjoying the peace and

quiet? I need to talk to you. I need some advice and stuff. Yeah, what about?

It's about Dad and me sister, but it's private.

We need someone like Maxine.

We need her. You've got me.

Yeah? Yeah.

Anyway, Trina came to see me.

Hey, hold that.

I'll help you. I'm going to put it down.

Okay. All right, you ready?

Yes. Okay, one, two, three.

Okay.

You don't need two people to hold one bloody bag, do you?

Look. I'll just tuck you in the doorway.

You don't want to break an arm. Get off.

Are you all right?

I'm sweet.

You sure? I'm sweet, I'm sweet.

But it's hard being away from them, yeah?

Leaving them out there all on their own.

Carly's all right.

She'll take care of herself.

Brayden's dangerous, you know that.

If Carly's working with them, God knows what she's getting into. Who said

anything about Brayden?

Anyway, she's too smart to do anything for you. Yeah, but she might not even

know it until it's too late.

If you could do something to guarantee her safety, to protect her... Would you?

What are you talking about?

Get me a name.

Someone on the outside, someone I can use to get to Brayden.

Are you fucking kidding me? A name and a number, and I'll sort it out.

I thought you were better than this.

What? Did he find you?

Who? Fletch.

He knows you took the journal.

What the hell are you talking... Shit.

What?

What? What happened?

Someone's got to come to my place.

I've got to go. I've got to call the cops.

No, don't do that.

Someone's broken in.

I think it was Fletch.

Do you want to tell me what the fuck is going on?

Okay, stay there.

Do not call the police. I am coming straight over.

When does Fletch keep a fucking diary?

His psychologist made him do it.

Yeah. I can guess what's in it.

So you didn't take it? I don't want to read his bullshit, okay?

Was anything stolen?

No, he didn't want my fucking Blu-ray, that's for sure.

I can't believe he'd do this.

You know what? I've had it with him.

I swear to God, I should just call the cops and have him locked up. Don't do

that. Give me one good reason why not, Vera.

Because you blow this whole thing wide open? Do you really want to discuss your

personal life in front of the police?

Or a court?

I know Fletch did the wrong thing. I'm not excusing that. But it wasn't just

him.

It was Meg, too.

Will? Get out.

At least sleep on it. Out!

Hey, Maxine.

Hey.

Want to come sit with us?

No, I'm fine here.

Got trouble?

No.

Piss off, Simo, okay? I'm fine.

Give me my fork back.

Okay, then.

Jenkins, pick the fork up.

I can't help myself.

The bitch nearly kneecapped me.

Lucky I was there to stop her.

I've got some cash coming from the sale of my house.

I can pay someone anything they want.

You can take a tattoo.

Yeah? And Carly will be safe.

Really? You really think that?

You don't even know what job she's doing.

I told you.

Waitressing. I thought you were smarter than this.

Maybe it's like voodoo pain.

You know, from trying to stab me in the back, hey?

Does it hurt when I press here?

I mean, you expect it from your girlfriends, don't you?

Especially if your ex is really hot, but you don't freaking expect your sister to

be blowing him.

What about here?

Oh,

oh, yeah.

Okay, all right.

Just stay there.

Hey, Frankie.

What?

I still haven't heard from her.

Well, what do you want me to do about it?

I thought maybe you could get a night time for me.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Then we can play hockey. Scotch and braid each other's hair.

Please, Frankie.

Come on, help me out.

You're such a little fuck, aren't you? I don't know if my nurse is okay.

All right, go write your love letter.

Thanks, Frankie.

I'll owe you one.

Yeah, you better believe it. What about a lap dance?

What are you doing? Just take a seat, please, back on the bed. Just checking.

I'm going to get the doctor to prescribe you some anti-inflammatories, okay?

Uh-huh.

Hey, you won't tell anyone, will you? I have to file a report.

Oh, yeah, yeah, but don't tell any of the women. I don't want them thinking

I'm a wuss or nothing.

No, it's all right. Your secret's safe with me.

Get down to business.

And you are?

Ben Fisher.

You took your time.

Yeah, I got held up off his strengths.

Can't find your file. It's Max, isn't it?

Maxine. Huh?

I did request a female lawyer.

Well, I requested Beyonce and a Lamborghini.

Legal aid, mate. You get what you're given.

One sec.

Just need a refresher.

The paperwork says, do you want to plead not guilty?

Yes.

But you admitted in your police statement that you stabbed him with

scissors.

That's right.

Yes.

Well, that's a problem.

No, it was unintentional. I made a mistake.

I still love him.

So it's a crime of passion.

I'm not a danger to society.

Well, she got scissors.

I'm just joking, mate.

Listen, I'm not your mate, okay? And I would appreciate it if you did your job

and helped me get out of here.

You want the truth?

Basically, you haven't got a hope in hell.

You've signed a confession.

Might as well change your plea to guilty.

Thank you for your carefully considered advice. You can go back to your office

drinks.

You can sit with me if you like.

Why? Because you're the Queen.

It's uncanny.

Who's your visitor?

Legal aid lawyer.

Bad news?

Well, he's 12. He's useless.

And he's transphobic.

Well, you know, if there's genuine discrimination, you can get rid of him.

Really? Sure.

You stabbed your fella, right?

Yeah?

That's level three. It's 20 years on the top. You want to make sure you've got a

suit who knows what they're doing.

What's your defence?

That it... That it's a crime of passion.

No.

No.

You want to claim diminished capacity.

I don't know what diminished capacity is. It means the hormones you're on

affected your judgement.

And then there's the family violence defence.

How do you know all this?

I'm going to be a shit-hot lawyer one day.

Hey, Franks.

You got a minute? I'm busy boobs.

You know what? I could use someone like you in my crew.

What does that mean?

You're a plumber, you know.

Strong.

I'm not going to be your henchwoman.

There was no henching implied.

Oh, there was hench.

Was there now? Yes, there was.

Look at you, picking up on me.

You were so definitive about that.

You said there wasn't a problem.

It's all there in writing.

I'd hoped we'd be able to work together, but I don't think I can do that.

I'm resigning before I do something I regret.

Take my advice.

Don't make life-changing decisions when you're emotional.

It's not emotional. Emotion leads to mistakes.

Like this one.

You two have been friends for a very long time. I'm sure you can undo

whatever's been done.

I doubt it.

A resignation will go on your record. It'll raise questions with future

employers. You don't want that.

I'll give you a couple of days to reconsider, then we can have this

conversation again.

You're a good officer, Mr Jackson.

I need you.

Inside of the women.

He said beans, you retard.

This is beans.

Yeah, let's crank it.

True.

BFFs.

Hey,

hey, hey, hey.

You all right?

Why do you keep doing that?

I'll make the most of it while she's out of action.

What's wrong with her?

It's weird.

You look sad.

I didn't sleep well.

Yeah, I'd be worried too if I was you.

Don't start that again.

No, Brayden will use Carly if he's not already. I mean it.

Shut up.

What if he's seducing her like he did Deb? Or getting her hooked on something?

How do you know he's not in Thailand with her? You think it's a drug mule.

She gets caught.

She's in a Thai prison for life.

Or dead.

Carly's not stupid like Deb was.

Why didn't you tell me, Mum?

Is that why you haven't come to visit?

No, because you promised you'd visit.

Don't you want to see me?

Hey, hurry up. Fuck off!

Not you, Mum.

Mum?

Mum!

You stupid complete...

I need to call my husband. I want you, but shit.

This way, girls.

Simmo's not using the phone anymore.

Jenkins, what's going on?

Nothing. Nothing.

Simmo's just finished, that's all.

All right.

Wait about your unit, then. You regret this. Yeah, I doubt it.

Jenkins, you too.

That's a promise.

Yeah, I'm done.

Yeah, stick it on the bed. I'll get it to nap.

I've worded up some more.

Come on.

Don't read it.

I won't. I don't want to throw up.

Hey. Yeah?

Did you get what I wanted?

Boom!

It's not in itself.

Come on, we've got to go.

Done?

Hey Lizzy?

Liz? Yeah?

Have you seen boobs?

No, not since Brekkie. Why?

Maybe she's in medical with her back.

What's wrong with her back?

Oh, I don't know. She's like pulled it out or something, eh?

Dumbwaiter's on the blink again.

Yeah!

Let's work for us, ladies.

The busier we are, the quicker the day goes.

Nah, you just need better drugs, eh? The day's slow, but...

Do you know where Jenkins is?

No, no, no. Sierra 3 to Sierra 6, she's not in her unit or in medical.

Copy that. Sierra 6 to all officers, Sue Jenkins has failed to report to the work

unit. Roger, Sierra 6.

Attention, compound, this is a lockdown.

All women that remain in their units until further notice.

Okay, everyone back to work. We'll return you to your cells shortly.

What have you done to her?

Don't look at me.

What would you know? You're off your face most of the time. I know what I

heard. Desperate to call you old man, weren't you?

What's she talking about?

Don't listen to her. She's a donkey.

What have you done to her?

Nothing, I swear.

If you've done anything to hurt her, you're going to be leaving here in a

body bag.

Hey, hey, she didn't do anything, Frankie.

Hands off, Doyle.

How good?

Get back to work.

I want a thorough search before we contact police.

We'll do the building first, then get the prisoners back in their cells.

We're fixing the security gate by the boiler room. There could have been a

breach. Check it out. Vera, you'll handle blocks A through D. Yes,

Governor. Come with me.

Go ahead.

I'll catch up with you later.

I was calling you last night. I went to your house. Where were you?

Why the lockdown?

Jenkins is missing. What the hell were you thinking, breaking into Will's

house? You almost called the police.

I didn't break into Will's house, Vera. He knows it was you.

He told me to leave it, so I did.

What's the hold-up?

Yeah, I'm on my way, Governor.

Stay away from him.

You're late.

Sorry, Governor.

Traffic was a bitch.

You have trouble dressing this morning.

Jenkins is missing.

Workers were fixing the gate in the boiler room. You better check it out,

see if there's been a breach.

So you tried calling Spitz?

Yes.

Look, I'm sorry if I freaked you out.

What's this?

Reverse psychology?

No.

Listen, when Deb was younger, I promised her that she would live a really long

and happy life.

Braden Holt took her before her time.

And that is why I want him dead.

I understand. I really do.

But Pally wouldn't get involved with Raymond.

Not like that.

Got something for you.

Stick with me and I can get you whatever you want.

I already told you I'm not joining anyone's crew.

Well, you saw it. I look after my girls.

Yeah, I saw it.

If that were true, you'd be worried about Boomer right now, not yourself.

Thank you, but they're not my colors. Excuse me.

0106, height 4 is clear. You can't return the women to their unit.

Roger that.

Okay. H4, you can come with me. I'll be back for H2 when we get the all clear.

Come on.

Come on, Jenkins.

Game's over. Let's go.

Come on.

How'd you come?

She's not here.

Listen, Mary told me about your house. I had nothing to do with it, okay?

Yeah, just like you didn't send those texts or slash my tires.

What are you talking about? I know nothing about that. What texts?

See that in my way. Can I, mate? No. You're going to hear me out, okay?

You're going to hear me out.

What?

Does your shrink want a few more pages for your journal, eh? So you read it

then? I didn't read your fucking journal. I didn't bring it to your

fucking house. It's bullshit.

It wasn't Meg that made the first move, okay?

Okay? It was me.

It was all me.

I wouldn't take no for an answer.

Why are you doing this, Fletch, eh?

Don't want to be punished as that, eh? Will that make your guilt go away? Will

that? Maybe.

Maybe? Yeah.

Maybe? You want to talk?

Fucking hear details, eh?

Hear details, Fletch, eh?

How many times did you fuck her, Fletch?

Eh? How many times did you fuck her? What did you do?

My place, your place, eh? Did you blow on her head? Did she fucking like it?

You want to talk? Let's fucking talk!

It's half a dozen times, okay?

My place mostly.

A few times in the car, but once in an alleyway.

An alleyway?

So you were in my life in a fucking alleyway, eh? Yeah, it was great. I

really got off on it.

Come on!

Hit me!

Come on.

Come on. You know what?

You're not fucking with it.

You know that baby May got rid of?

I reckon that was my baby.

Your daughter looked well yesterday.

Yeah, she's excited. She's going to Thailand on the weekend.

Half the luck.

I'd kill for a bit of romance in the sun.

Oh, not that sort of holiday. She hasn't got a boyfriend.

Really? She was all over him in the car park.

No, no, Carly was here with her dad.

Yeah, but she left with someone else.

Pretty sure it was Braden Holt.

Leave us.

I just need a minute. It wasn't a suggestion.

You lied to me.

You said this was over.

This cannot go on. If you find it impossible to control your behavior, you

should resign.

I beg your pardon?

You have an attitude problem, Mr. Fletcher.

Now, I don't care if it's because you missed out on the government. If Will

wants me to leave, then I'll leave.

But I'm not leaving because you want me to.

All right.

Then we'll do it the hard way.

You fire me, and I'll go straight to Channing. I'll go straight to the board.

I'm the one sitting here with the cuts and bruises.

How's that going to look, Governor?

You should be very careful how you speak to me, Mr. Fletcher.

Very careful indeed.

The compound's job being searched to see if they can find you a unit. How long's

that going to take? I don't know. Because I've got plans. I've got to fit

in some shopping in a Brazilian wax for her five.

Please!

What's that?

Boots?

You know, Miss Miles, how's it going?

Sierra 6 to Sierra 3. I found Jenkins.

Copy that, Sierra 6. Miss Miles has got Jenkins. Vera, I heard. Bring her up

straight away. Yes, sir. Call off the search. Will do.

Shut the door.

I guess you can accept my resignation now.

You are not the problem, Mr. Fletcher is.

But your actions today have complicated things.

He now looks like the victim.

I can't work with him anymore.

You won't have to. I will sort something out.

I'm sorry.

I'm better than this.

What?

I am better than this.

That's why I'm giving you one last chance.

I need you to do me a favour and burn that journal.

You get this through your thick head.

I don't have your journal.

You come near my place again, I will call the cops.

Think about it.

I would have used the key.

Huh? The spare is in the pot plant.

If it's going to break in, I might have used that.

I was down there trying to fix the thing.

And the door just shut on me. What, all by itself?

Yeah.

Well, the officer searched that area. Why didn't you call out before?

Because I didn't want to get busted, did I?

Who locked you in? No one, I told you.

The laundry shoot has been playing up a bit lately.

Yeah.

I bet all the women are laughing at me, aren't they?

Oh, God, you know, it must be terrible being the brunt of other people's jokes.

I bet Frankie only keeps you around because, well, you're useful.

She never even came forward and expressed her concern, did she, Vera?

No, none of them did.

No.

No.

You don't owe them anything, Jenkins.

It's time you started looking out for yourself.

Now, you tell me how Frankie is bringing a contraband in here, and I will move

you to protection with maximum privileges.

What sort of privileges?

Extra visits.

Extra spend.

Bigger TV.

Maybe even a games console.

Sonic the Hedgehog?

Because I like Sonic the Hedgehog.

You tell me what you know, Boomer.

You can have whatever you want.

Can you give us a minute?

Make it quick. Yeah.

You okay?

You okay?

Don't worry, I didn't say nothing.

She sent me to the slot.

I missed you.

You locked yourself in there, didn't you?

Didn't know I'd get stuck in there, did I?

Bye, Jenkins. Let's go.

I know I've been busy, but when you get out, we'll have a proper chat, OK?

Talk about your dumb-ass sister.

I'll get you the name.

Someone who can take care of Brayden.

What you do with it after that is up to you.

Hey. Hey, girls.

Is Carly seeing Brayden?

What?

You heard me. She's seeing Brayden.

She's a teenager. I don't know what she does.

Why?

You got that name?

Tell your mate to call her Uncle Morgan.

And tell her to be careful.

What's Vinnie doing about getting me out?

It's happening.

Good.

But he wants something in return.

Bea Smith.

I don't understand.

The heat's still on.

Vinnie wants her dead.

Some streets a man should never walk on.

I'm too far gone.