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Fucking lagged. What are you talking about?

She didn't tell Ferguson. Frankie! Frankie, it was me!

What? It was me.

If you ever come back to Wentworth, I will kill you myself.

I want to go into protection.

I could use someone like you in my crew.

Your husband gave me these beauties, son.

He fainted himself.

Enter G2.

It's positive.

Do we know where it belongs to?

No. I've organised the testing of all inmates.

We'll begin immediately.

Did you hear about the urine test?

Yeah. So?

Are you pregnant?

What?

No.

I'm going to ask you one more time.

Are you

Thank you.

The sooner you produce a sample, the sooner you can return to your unit.

I can't.

There must be a mistake.

The only mistake, Anderson, was the inmate you chose for your substitute

urine. I didn't. I swear I didn't. The laboratory found an anomaly with your

specimen. We know you're hiding something.

I can stand here all night if I have to, so I suggest you get on with it.

It's positive.

The women hate me.

It's because you're special.

Yeah, only to you.

I promise you, I'll protect you.

Governor.

Governor.

What do you want done with the prisoner?

Fucking Darth Vader and Stormy.

I swear that bitch has got sand in her snatch.

Well, that's grim.

Thought someone was getting murdered.

Yeah, and I was having a really good dream too, eh? It's not funny, Boomer.

What's she going to do to you?

I'll fuck up his parole if they find out it was Nash's sploosh.

What's wrong with your piss?

What? Yeah. Oh, that bit again because of the piss you gave me. You told me you

were going.

I am.

It wasn't my way.

The way what?

Maxine.

Maxine's pregnant.

Moving

you

back is a calculated risk.

She'll see you as a threat.

But it will unsettle her too.

Create opportunity.

It's in your best interest to strike first.

All right.

But when I take her down, I'll do it when I'm ready.

I'm simply telling you I can put you back into Earth's orbit, but I cannot be

seen to interfere in any other way.

You've made the right decision for me.

Home sweet home, Rhett.

What's

your

plan, Rhett?

There's no plan.

Problem is, I don't fucking believe you.

Is this about our little misunderstanding?

It wasn't so little.

The stinks of Ferguson.

Can't trust that bitch, Red. You think I'd trust her when she put me back in

here with you?

It comes down to a play between us and it's your guts on the floor.

So why wait?

Let's smash it right fucking now. You got it so wrong.

I'm no threat to you.

You got that fucking right.

You've got to come. Maxine's going apeshit.

Maxine?

Get off me!

Just try and keep the screws away.

Stop, stop, stop, stop. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Stop. It's okay.

Shh. It's okay.

It's me.

Come on, you're all right.

I stopped my HRT. Oh, what did he do?

I gave my urine to Jess and she gave it to Doreen.

Did someone lie?

No, the lab picked it up. It's got a unique drug signature, apparently. It's

all the hormones I take.

Do you know what will happen if I stop taking my meds?

There's drugs in here.

Frankie? No.

Big B-Suits is going to want something in return.

Honey, do you want those meds or not?

See, I don't make the rules, Mr. Smith.

I'm just underpaid to enforce them.

Stuff your rules. I want to see it. You should have scheduled a visit. You've

been here enough times, Mr. Smith, and no procedure, okay?

We'll fill this in. We'll see what we can do for you next time. No, no, no,

no. I'm here now.

Or you.

I want to see B. Smith.

Well, I doubt that B would want to see you.

And how would you know what my wife wants?

Ex-wife.

Fine.

But I'm not going anywhere.

You can tell that bitch that I'm going to dump all her shit in the tip.

Yeah, you tell her.

Hey,

I heard about this morning. Are you all right?

I'm so sorry, Doreen. I didn't know.

It's not your fault.

You sure you're okay?

Yeah, they were going to find out sooner or later.

Smith, outside.

Yeah, your ex is here to see you.

What does he want?

Well, he's selling the house and packed all your stuff.

So? He said he's going to pay a month's rent on the storage unit.

You need time to put in the matter.

So you're back at age two.

Excuse me.

Anderson, come with me.

What?

Just be careful.

Okay.

I can't begin to tell you how disappointed I am.

You're a peer worker.

You were meant to be an example to the other women. I gave you the garden

project and you turn around and do this to me.

I didn't mean to disappoint you, Miss Ferguson. As governor, every breach of

the rules disappoints me.

Who's the father?

Who is responsible?

You can hit me again, but I ain't saying.

Miss Brenner?

Take her back to her work unit.

Miss Bennett.

Wait there, Anderson.

It's either an officer or a prisoner from Walford. Find out who.

He's going to grow up without a dad.

He doesn't need one.

I've got nobody now.

I'm all alone.

Done. Say that you're not.

You don't have to be alone.

Ever.

Little bugger kid.

Can you feel it?

She doesn't want to see you.

She wants you to put all the details in the letter. No, that's bullshit.

I have every right to see her. I was married to her for 16 bloody years. And

you divorced her.

What would you know about that?

Well, I know that. Be's better off without you. Do you think I don't know

what's going on? What's going on?

You were my wife, mate. That's what.

Wife. She was still my wife when you started fucking her. Right. Get out.

Well, he's not bloody denying it, is he? I'm ordering you off the premise. I knew

last time I was here there was something going on. Don't fucking touch me. Get

out.

Right.

You tell her this is where our daughter is.

This isn't fucking over, mate.

The garden project.

What about it?

Did Dorian Anderson have time alone with any of the male prisoners?

If she did, I wouldn't have been doing my job properly.

Well, that's already been established.

Did you allow any inappropriate fraternisation?

I don't know.

Divine inappropriate.

Jesus, Vera.

Lighten up.

Don't patronise me.

This is about me and Fletch, isn't it?

Let me be clear.

If you say nothing now, and I discover there was such contact, whether you were

complicit or simply negligent, there will be severe consequences for your

career. So I will ask you again, officer Mills, were you aware of

any incorrect relations between Anderson and a Walford prisoner?

Yes.

Governor, have you got a minute?

Of course, Mr. I want to report an accusation that was

made against me by a member of the public.

Go on.

The prisoner, Bea Smith, her ex-husband, arrived for an unscheduled visit, and

when it was denied, he accused me of having an inappropriate relationship

with her.

And you are reporting this to me because... He made the accusation at the

visitor's reception in front of witnesses.

And there's no truth in it? Of course not, Governor.

You are one of my finest officers.

Put in a full report. I'll lodge it formally with the department.

Anything else?

I think he could be responsible for a campaign of harassment against me.

Really? What sort of harassment?

Threatening Texas.

Malicious damage to my bike and my house was ransacked. And you have proof of

this for the police?

No.

Yes?

Well, as I said, I suggest you file a report, just to protect yourself.

Thank you, Mr Jack.

Yes, Jim?

I know who it is.

Nurse Taylor.

Did he rape you?

No.

No, we love each other.

Well,

then, that must be very disconcerting.

He's up for parole.

Two years of a suspended sentence hanging over him.

Two extra years for two sweaty minutes.

Please don't say anything.

But I have to, Doreen. I can't leave a prisoner's pregnancy unexplained.

Of course, you

might be lying to me to protect someone else.

What?

I mean, you didn't say that Mr Taylor's the responsible party.

For a prison officer to seduce someone under their charge.

In fact, I'm currently dealing with just such an accusation.

Against Mr. Jackson.

Wait, you... You want me to say Mr.

Jackson got me pregnant?

Mr. Jackson, are you sure that's what she was saying?

Yeah.

I mean, she didn't say it outright like I had to, but that's what she was

getting at.

Well, what has she got against Will Jackson?

I don't know.

Oh, mate, it must be some bloody political hoo-ha. You are better off to

stay out of a door and just let them sort it out.

What about Nash?

We've only got to hang on for a couple more weeks.

Oh, that's easier said than done, Liz. Hey, hey, darling, what is the worst she

can do to you?

Stick you in the slot.

Yeah?

How's Bea going?

Yeah, she's good. She fucking hates two-year-olds, though.

No way.

Yeah, she asked for it. Why the bloody hell would she go and do a stupid thing

like that?

I don't know, but I'm glad she did. With you not taking someone to talk to.

Ooh, I bet Frankie's pissed off, is she?

Yeah. You know, I'm worried she'll make a move on us. No, mate, she wouldn't

dare. No, Bea'll be looking out for it now, and she'll be safe as long as she's

got Maxine.

Rose, do you want a cup?

No, thanks.

Hey, um, we, um, still offer dinner tomorrow night?

Um, no, I don't think I can.

Oh.

Okay.

Can I ask why?

Yeah, sorry.

Something just come up.

I can't do it.

You don't have a choice if you want those meds.

I'll get the lap dance on a birthday, eh?

It's not my birthday.

I can come back later.

No, no, no, I'll get you later. The

governor cut off my neck.

I was hoping you could help me out.

Come on, sit down.

Thank you.

What do you need?

I wrote it down.

I'm going to cut you.

You prepared the feather, Ed?

Yes. How much?

Nothing in coin.

Yeah, you want the shit on a regular basis?

I've had a think, Miss

Ferguson. Good.

The thing is, no one can prove Nash is the father.

Only one of them DNA tests can do that. And even then...

You'd have to wait for the baby to be born.

And Mr. Taylor will long be free by then.

Some

years ago,

at another correctional facility, there was a prisoner.

A young woman, similar in age to you.

She entered the prison one month pregnant.

Delivered six weeks premature.

It was an emergency labor.

No time for a hospital.

It was a complicated birth.

The child almost died.

A boy.

The prisoner was given permission to keep the baby with her.

And over the next six months, she...

naturally formed a very close bond with him.

But unfortunately for the woman, the governor saw this child as a distraction

to the smooth running of his prison.

Protective services became involved and a social worker investigated.

He ended up siding with the government, ordering the removal of the child.

It was very traumatic for the girl to have formed

such an intimate bond with something so precious, only to have it ripped

away.

I blame the social work of myself for being so...

Easily manipulated, but... Governors, you know, they have such influence and

power.

These tragedies can happen.

Got a job for you, Maxine.

Let's get this over with.

Now, are you sure there's no dizziness?

Yeah. Or headaches?

No, I'm fine.

Okay.

Just a sec. I just want to check your abdomen, okay?

Is there any pain when I press here? No.

What about there?

No.

Don't suppose you're going to tell me who did this?

Do you need any painkillers or something to help you sleep at all? Okay. All

right. Then when Mr. Jackson's finished with you, you can return to your unit.

Thanks.

Are we finished?

Go on then, get out of here.

It's a waste of time. You know there are other couples beating in leg.

Well, I'm surprised she wouldn't talk to you.

It's not my place to judge, but I heard what her ex-husband

said to you.

Is it true?

Have I backed the wrong horse?

No.

Doyle?

She doesn't do her own dirty work.

And I suggest she needs some encouragement.

Yeah, I'm working on it. Work harder.

Wait. I'm going to need something from you first.

Miss Bennett, can I have a word?

Why was I shut out of the lab test results?

I deemed that information need to know.

I'm the nurse. If there is a pregnant prisoner, I do need to know.

Is it Bea Smith?

Smith? Why would you think that?

There's been accusations of an affair between her and an officer.

And if she was pregnant to a guard and the other prisoners found out about it,

it might explain why she was bashed.

It's not Smith.

It's Anderson.

And it wasn't an officer. It was a prisoner from Walford.

Little Maggie.

It's very tame, isn't it?

To take a wild thing like that and nurture it.

You enjoy mothering, don't you?

You know, I might be in here, but I still have rights.

And no social worker will be taking my baby away from me.

There are other ways to lose a baby, Doreen.

I've got to do it.

I've got no choice.

Mate, of course you've got a choice.

You make a false accusation, you open yourself up to a whole world of pain you

don't need.

It's just a screw.

What does it matter? No, Will Jackson is one of the few decent screws in here.

say it was Mr.

Fletcher. I mean, I could half believe that. Liz, I wouldn't do it with any

screws. Of course you wouldn't, and that's why you've got to stick to your

guns.

Can't take my baby or we'll just kill her. Come on, now. Come on, come on.

You're being ridiculous.

Darling, she's just trying to intimidate you, doll. That wasn't working.

You have got to be strong.

I do.

What?

I... I've got to the kids' door.

Okay?

And I'm stuffed up with both of them.

You never said bloody nothing.

It's because there's bloody nothing to say.

Oh, shit, I tell you everything.

Dory, don't. Liz, please. No, I'm not going to do this now.

I can't.

Just leave it. Leave it.

I, um, lost my key because I made a shitty decision and I don't want you

to make the same mistake I did.

Well, you've got to be strong, Dawn.

Be strong.

Miss Bennet, I've got a message for the governor.

Tell her... Tell her she can make all the threats she likes, but I won't be

saying Mr Jackson's father off my baby when it's not true.

I owe you an apology.

I got my wires pretty badly crossed. Yeah, you did.

Yeah.

I fucked up.

Anyway, I'm sorry.

I haven't got around to cancelling that dinner booking yet.

But Will Jackson, why Will Jackson?

I have reason to believe that Mr. Jackson is involved in an inappropriate

relationship with the prisoner, B. Smith.

I can't prove it, but I believe it to be fact.

My efforts to get Anderson to implicate Mr. Jackson in my attempt to further

mitigate damage to his prison, to give me grounds for his immediate dismissal.

But what?

Sometimes you have to stir up the waters to catch a fish.

You could have him charged.

I haven't put the system through a very public and protracted legal battle.

That kind of spectacle would do no one within these walls any favours.

I made an executive decision to cut out the rot before it spreads.

You understand?

Of course, Governor.

What do we do with Anderson?

Flog her.

You good?

Yep.

Is she going to be all right? It's too late to tell, mate. Could you let her

family know where she's going?

What's her condition?

Yes,

her details are on file. Which hospital?

I'll see that her family's informed.

Keep me updated.

Horace, you're going to be okay, all right? Was there an accident?

It wasn't an accident.

I

think

you said it on the phone.

Open the fucking door.

I've got nothing to say to you. No, we won't be doing much talking, mate. Open

the door. Open the door, Harry. Fucking open the door.

I'm calling the cops.

Devin Cromwell at Vermont.

Open the door, Harry. I've got a psychopath trying to break into my

house.

You've got an axe. You've got to send someone now.

Except you ran me off the fucking road!

Smash my toilet!

Got something for you.

They're my meds.

These are my hormones. Yeah, the real deal. Not that shit Frankie's been

giving you.

And when you run out, I can get you some more.

How?

Don't need to worry about that.

Just think of it as payment.

Payment for what?

I need you to be my eyes and ears on Frankie's crew.

You planned this.

I need a Frankie to trust you.

Attention, compound.

Final count will commence in two minutes.

Guys.

I need you to hide this from me. I can't keep it in H2.

I need you to tell me everything that Frankie's planning.

I need to know if it's coming for me.

There won't be any charges.

I've seen to that.

No need to thank me, Mr Jackson.

Just lucky for you I have the right friends.

Thank you, Governor.

I don't condone what you did, but I do understand why you did it.

Let's just hope that Harry Smith has learned his lesson.

Yeah, well, I doubt that.

Well, I'm sure he won't harass you anymore.

As for running you off the road, just let the police deal with that, yeah?

After all, I don't want to lose the best officer I have.

are familiar faces worn out faces worn out

faces hide my head I want to drown my sorrow

no tomorrow no tomorrow

and I find it kind of funny I find it kind

of sad the dreams in which I'm dying

I find it hard to tell you. I find it hard to take.

When people run in circles, it's a very, very bad

thing.

Children waiting for the day they feel good.

Happy birthday.