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It's a miracle pill. It stops the blood,
makes you sicker. I believe these are

yours.

These were meant to be posted to an
ex-governor.

I expect Mr. Channing felt that was
inappropriate.

The governor cut off my men.

I was hoping he could help me out.

Yeah, you want the shit on a regular
basis?

Then you're my hench. I need you to be
my eyes and ears on Frankie's crow.

There is a bad stash of gear coming into
the prison. It's called Pink Dragon.

You have an informer in your ranks.

Frankie, it was me!

What? It was me.

You have got to be strong.

It's easy for you to say. You don't even
have kids, Liz.

I've got two kids, dog.

I'm stuffed up with both of them.

Catching me out.

Calling me out.

Catching me out.

It's taken me seven years, four months,
22 days to write this

letter.

Or at least finish it.

When I was first sentenced, I was
terrified of what was waiting for me

inside here.

But what's made Wentworth so hard wasn't
on the inside at all.

It was knowing what I was missing on the
outside.

Being a mother, watching you grow up,
fall in love for the first time.

Being able to protect you from danger,
to keep you safe.

But also all the little things, the
normal things.

that families do together.

And now, the day I've waited so long for
has finally arrived.

And I'm more scared going out than I was
coming in.

Visitor. Two minutes, that's all.

It's me.

It's you.

God, look at you.

It's my fault.

Did what you had to do.

Why did you ask to be moved to H2?

Keep an eye on Doreen.

How's she going?

It's all right.

Why didn't you tell me about your kids?

It was easier, Bea.

If I didn't talk about them, if I didn't
think about them, and if I didn't have

them in here with me,

then they didn't exist.

You never stop being a mum.

It doesn't matter where you are or how
long it's been.

You're all right.

You're all right.

Smith.

Smith. Time.

Everything is finally falling into
place.

Change is always difficult in the
beginning. That's when you meet the most

resistance.

They test your mettle, hope you'll give
up.

But if you stick with it, they lose
their resolve.

Like Doyle.

I think we can quietly congratulate
ourselves.

Okay, great. We'll talk later.

Hello, Joan.

Great to see you.

The promotion doesn't come into effect
until next month, but unofficially I

have started board duties.

I thought you were overseas on
sabbatical? In fact, fighting mission,

actually. Examining the prison systems
of Scandinavia.

The board want me to explore where I
might be able to implement some of my

findings. Which brings you here today.

I'd like to begin by reviewing some of
the systems in place here.

May I ask why we have been given the
honour?

There's been some concern over recent
incidents.

Such as?

The garden project, for one.

Now, I'm not making any judgment.

I'm just here to find the facts.

I see.

Well, let's hope you get to the bottom
of it quickly.

Good.

Oh, I, uh... I would like to set up an
executive office, if I may.

Of course.

And please let me know if there's
anything else you require.

You know, there is, actually.

I think for the moment it would be best
if Matt Fletcher's transfer was put on

hold.

I'm not sure that's in our hands
anymore.

I've already taken care of it.

I'll keep you updated.

The transfer's off.

What did Ferguson say?

It doesn't matter what she says. It's
what I do for me that counts.

What's that going to be?

I need concrete evidence of everything
you've been telling me implicating

Ferguson.

And I need official complaints.

There should be no shortage of those.

Not just from prisoners and not just
from you. I need at least one other

officer.

Might be a big call, mate. She's pretty
intimidating.

Matt, if you help me get rid of
Ferguson, I will recommend to the board

you're her permanent replacement.

No offence, Derek.

But they didn't warm to me last time,
did they?

I wasn't on the board then, was I?

I've spoken to the owner of the
restaurant and he's agreed to give you

an interview on Monday.

Really?

It's just an interview at this stage.
Oh, that's great.

I've never been a waitress before.

Well, it won't be front of house. It'll
be in the kitchen.

Oh, like washing dishes.

Oh, that's all right. No worries.

And just an interview at this stage.
Yep.

Now, this will be waiting for you in the
discharge area. It has your banking

details, your debit card, and the
paperwork for the halfway house.

Now, I can't stress to you enough the
importance of abiding by those rules.

They're there to help you.

There are so many girls who end up back
in here because of silly things like

breaking curfew or having a boyfriend
back in their room. Oh, there's no risk

there.

Well, hopefully we'll have you out of
there as quickly as possible.

Yes.

And it's so wonderful that you've made
meaningful contact with your daughter.

Is she meeting you today?

Yeah, they're all coming.

That's great.

You'll have so much to catch up on.
Yeah.

Vera, come in.

Take a seat.

How are you?

Good, thank you. Busy. Yeah.

Well, there must have been hard for you.

Sorry?

Your mother.

No, that in itself would have been hard
enough, but everything's been going on

here.

I don't follow.

Vera, you're safe in this room.

What we talk about is strictly between
you and me.

Okay?

You may have heard that I've been
promoted to the board and we're all very

eager to get to the bottom of what's
been going on, specifically this whole

garden fiatica.

My understanding of the garden project
is that Governor Ferguson shut down a

drug supply.

I don't think the board would see things
as optimistically as you do.

And listen, you should know this.

They're looking for a replacement.

And I think it should be you.

If you cooperate.

Cooperate?

I'd like you to make an official
statement about what really happened in

the garden.

As far as I'm aware, I've just told you
what really happened.

Vera, come on.

You don't want your record tied with the
name process hers, do you?

Change is always difficult at the
beginning.

I've been here a very long time and I've
never seen this prison run more

professionally.

I have to say I'm disappointed.

Because I really thought that I could
count on you.

And that's it.

Now, I'll speak to you next week.

You've got my number. You can ring me
about anything at any time.

All right. Well, thanks for everything,
Rachel. All right.

Good luck, Liz. See you.

Thank you.

Miss Singer?

Mr. Canning?

Can I help you?

I'm looking for my deputy. I was told
she was with you.

You've just missed her. Clearly.

Thank you.

What did they

say?

Seven years.

Oh, fucking judge. Go to this thing.

Can you?

So I'll be, what, fucking
40-fucking-three before I get out of

here.

It's fine.

It's fine. I got it. Come on.

It's okay.

Fucking Maggie.

Bitch.

I'm going to fucking get her.

I'm gonna fucking well make Liz pay.

Yeah? Yeah.

Hey, promise me you'll keep your head
down, yeah?

And stay out of Ferguson's way, okay?

And I'm sorry about what happened to
Maggie.

It was a sweet little bird.

Come on, ladies.

It's all right, love.

You're going to be all right.

All right.

You'll be all right.

It's okay.

You know, I'll come and visit you. Okay.
You better.

Stop crying now. All right?

I love you.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

You're making me cry, you silly buggers.

It's beautiful.

There, darling. I'll miss you.

You'll be right, you'll be right.

Bye, girls.

Don't make me cry, all right?

I thought it's worth it.

It wasn't Jax who killed me.

Thank you, Will.

And talk to the girls.

Take care, Liz. Yep.

Hey, what's up your ass?

I've read the fucking wire to keep you
out.

Just watch your language in the library,
will you?

Warner, what are you doing there?

Nothing, Mr. Fletcher.

You've got to face your demons, Jess.

And you can't let the system beat you
down.

Okay?

Come on.

It's time to rejoin the real world.

Special rules I love, the sun's hot in
the back.

No drugs, no alcohol, no excuses.

Any alcohol in your room is a breach of
parole.

There's no cooking in your room, no loud
music and no visitors.

Curfew is at 10pm, not 10.15, not 10.05,
10.

If you are late, you'll find the front
door locked.

Failure to meet curfew is a breach of
parole.

Keep your door locked at all times,
especially when you're in.

Any questions?

No.

Thanks.

what she's doing right now.

Can you imagine your first day out?

Oh, I'd have a huge steak.

And some radishes.

Oh, I know it's weird, but I've been
craving them all week, true.

The first thing I'd do, I'd run a long
hot bath, and I'd just smoke for days.

I'd wash the stink of this place out of
my hair.

It'd be nice to see something that
didn't have barbed wire attached to it,

eh? Yeah.

And just open a window and breathe in
some fresh air.

Oh, that'll be so good.

Oh, give me a break.

Hey.

Who's going to do it?

Who? Me, Uncle Norm.

Who's going to bash the shit out of Liz?

Marty owes me a favour. I'm just going
to find out where she is.

You guys go.

Don't. Don't. Don't you try and stop me,
okay?

I'm not. I'm just telling you to be
careful on the phone, dear. Don't be

over it.

Eh?

Talking code, yeah?

I'm not stupid.

I'm not... Doyle!

My main concern is that you're exposed
to an unacceptable level of danger.

As opposed to an acceptable level.

No way. Yes.

You were nearly raped under Ferguson's
watch.

So you raced down here to see if I was
all right?

I just want to make sure it never
happens again.

With your help.

With my help?

Mm-hmm.

You confiscated and read my private
mail.

Now you want my help? That was a
different matter.

In this place, everything's connected.

Wouldn't you like to see a change in
management?

Tell me, did they turn you on?

My letters to Erica.

Did they turn you on?

Did you imagine us together?

What I'd do to her?

What'd she do to me?

Was I even in the picture or was it just
the two of you?

Maybe it was all three.

Fuck you.

If you write out an official complaint
about what happened in the garden, I

might be able to help you with your
self-charge.

Might be able to help.

You have to do better than that.

Okay.

I'll provide you with a glowing
character reference. I mean, they don't

come much better than that, do they?

From the regional general manager of
corrections.

So what did Ferguson do to you?

I just want to run a safe prison.

Okay. Well, you're not getting jack shit
from me until I see that character

reference.

I can give you a hell of a lot more on
Ferguson than what happened in the

garden.

Get writing?

Burma's going out to Liz. She's going to
have it bashed.

How?

Burma's uncle.

Shit.

Do you know where... She doesn't know
where Liz is staying.

But once she gets the address, she's not
going to mess about.

You let me know if you hear anything.

I'll take them.

Hi.

I'm Liz.

I know.

I'm Kay.

Hi, Kay.

These are for Sophie and Artie.

I wanted them to have these letters.
They're just a...

It seems a bit strange that you never
wrote in all that

time and now you do.

Well, I'm out now.

Just, it could be a little confusing for
them, that's all.

I guess it would be, yeah.

It's not my place to tell you what you
can and can't do.

But when you did what you did, and then
disappeared from

their lives,

The children were broken.

It took them a very long time to get
over it.

I just don't want to see them get hurt
again.

I understand.

Yeah, I'll make sure they get something.
No, it's okay.

We have to just let this call. No.

No. Come on, let's go.

You know the rules.

Yep. Hey.

Hey.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah, I can't get Liz's address.
That bitch sang up.

Whatever, won't give it to you. Oh,
Jesus, Boone.

You asked a fucking parole officer?

It's not exactly keeping it on the down
low, is it? Yeah, I didn't tell her what

it was for.

Well, thank fuck for small miracles.

This is exactly what I was telling you.
you about don't leave a trail yeah all

right already all right i'm i'm i'm
pissed off yeah i know but you don't

want to get more time because of it
maybe you should just leave it for now

no way i'm just saying that your head's
not no

I am going to get her.

But I need your help.

Next time, it better be more.

Huh?

Where do I sign Clitorati?

Mine is the martini.

Boom.

What's this?

You got it. Be careful. It's fucking
excellent. Be careful, yeah? Yeah.

Boomer. Yeah.

You wanted to see me? Oh, Miss Zanger,
come on through.

Close the door.

And please, take a seat.

Now, I don't want to discuss your
private relationship with Mr. Channing.

That's your business. But as governor of
this prison, I would like to know just

why you're sharing parolee's files with
him.

I'm sorry?

Am I mistaken?

No, but it's not like that at all. Like
what?

Well, Mr Channing works with me to help
parolees. He uses his contacts to help

organise job interviews and he gives
references for housing.

The regional GM of Corrections writes
references for parolees?

Well, no, not all parolees, just the
ones that need it the most.

The ones without family or support who
end up in halfway houses. He has been a

tremendous support to some of the girls.

Well, I was not aware of the extent of
his generous spirit.

Thank you for clearing that up.

Will that be all?

Thank you.

Did you manage to warn her? No, I
couldn't get hold of her.

We've got to stop Boomer from getting to
the find. Where is she now?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello? Hello? Hello?

Thank you, no.

No message.

This is the last of the parolees
processed by Rachel Sanger.

Can I ask what your concern is? Is there
anything wrong with turning helping

parolees? Just close the door.

Tell me what you see with these forms.

Do you see any pattern?

They're all re-offended.

70% of parolees are reoffenders. Just
look closer.

They were all paroled in the same
halfway house.

Stansted.

Come over here. Have a look at these and
tell me what you see.

Look at the photos.

You notice anything?

They're all quite attractive.

And young.

So... These five were billeted to
Stansted House.

But with no family, no support.

And they all left within one week
without giving a forwarding address.

They're effectively missing.

Hello?

Yeah, I'm on my way now. It'll be
probably like 20 minutes.

Yeah? I don't know. I think it'll hold
up a bit.

Don't you look gorgeous?

Do you reckon?

You look beautiful. I've got to go. The
train's in like 20 minutes.

It'll be late, do you think? I don't
know.

I've got to go.

Bye.

Oh, what time is it?

Is the other phone still on?

Oh, fuck. Jeez, dickhead. It's got to
go.

Oh,

come on, mate. It's a really important
call.

Piss off, all right? Hurry up.

You know, Bloomer, I haven't forgotten
about everything that you've done to me.

You better forget, eh?

Hey, watch it!

You watch it!

You know, I'm going to take you down.

You and your pimp bitch Frankie. Yeah,
you guys are over.

Whatever.

Hey, who are you calling, Bloomer?

Dad?

Oh, no, that's right.

He's nuts deep in your sifter, yeah?

Well, I guess that makes sense. She was
always a skinny one.

We're not getting out.

Yeah, can we get, um, actually, can we
get four drinks? Four drinks.

You girls are thirsty.

So, Bryce, subscribe to this. We're
getting a good drink, though.

Here you go, you guys.

Oh, my gosh.

Thank you.

Mr.

Fletcher.

Jess.

I just wanted to say thank you.

You know, for looking out for me when I
was upset.

And I want you to keep your hanky back.

Good night, Jess.

Good night, Mr. Fletcher.

Yeah,

well if you keep drinking like that,
you're gonna spew all over yourself.

I mean,

you know you can't handle shows. It
makes it easier, you know, to talk to

them.

of who I am. Fuck it all, Mo!

Hey. You're off, darling, you're off.

Okay, how are you doing?

Hey. 14 Arrington Street, Williamstown.
Is 50 enough?

No?

There's another 50 for your help, okay?

Thank you.

Let's get you in, you know what?

That's the girl.

Sir? Mom?

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

I don't know anything.

Where you at?

You must curfew, and that's gonna
cost...

If you ever come near me again, or
anyone, I'm going to cut off your bone.

Do you understand?

Eh?

And have a shower, for God's sake!

I found out where those missing girls
went.

And I'm not sure the parole board would
be happy about it.

Perhaps we should swap officers, then.
You like this one so much.

Apologies for the intrusion.

I won't take much of your time.

How's your investigation going?

Any success?

Well, to be honest, I'm shocked by what
I've discovered.

Really? Yeah,

attempted rape, violent assault, drug
conduit. The pregnancy?

All under your watch.

I have witness statements here that
outline a litany of failure.

I'm sorry, John, but it doesn't look
good.

In there?

I'm sorry, I thought that was the file
that you kept on parolees.

What?

The young women at Stansted Halfway
House.

And your point is?

My point?

is that you have been recruiting
ex-prisoners to work in a brothel.

Only a sick mind would come up with that
bullshit.

Well, I agree.

Accessing vulnerable women when they're
released from prison, coercing them into

prostitution is a pretty thing. You
don't have a garrick of proof, and if

you repeat that accusation, I swear I
will make you pay for it. But you are

the co-owner of a brothel, is that not
correct?

Under the company named JR
Entertainment, it's where we found

several of the parolees working.

You are a registered director of that
company.

What the fuck do you want?

What do you want? You want...

You want me to resign?

You want my place on the board, is that
it?

No.

No? No.

I think it will be most productive for
me to have a sympathetic ear in that

quarter. Don't you agree?

Hey, Derek.

Where are you going, mate? I thought we
had a meeting.

I got a booze somewhere.

All right. What's happening?

We're going to have to delay things for
a while. What do you mean? What things

exactly? All of it.

Just for a while.

Why?

The board wants to wait.

Well, how long? The plan was to have
Ferguson out by next week. I don't know.

It could be a couple of months, all
right?

What about my transfer, then?

She got to you, didn't she?

She fucking got to you! For Christ's
sake, Fletch!

Man up!

You should be happy you're leaving this
place.

We belong.