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You don't run with Britain.

I do.

Please, just leave me alone.

The governor has agreed on your release.

She wants me out of here so she can get to Jodie.

She came in last night. She did something to her. She was crying.

Smith.

Someone thinks you're a hero.

Kaz Proctor. Sounds like a nutcase.

Miss Bennett has kindly agreed to withdraw the verbal abuse charge.

Now, there are conditions that you attend regular counselling sessions

starting tomorrow.

Thanks, Gidget.

Have you been drinking?

You do not get to lecture me about drinking!

When you drink, love, you're vulnerable.

No, when I drink, I forget that my mum ruined my life.

I'm so sorry.

They find some DNA at the scene, is that why they're testing you? I was at the

house the night he died.

... ...

Our lovely friends from D-Block, they've got some condiment racket going on. They

want to try Cindy's Cruces and Chop Chop.

That's it.

Great head, as long as you keep it to herbs, spices and soy sauce.

Anything of the pharmacological variety? Hey, the obstetrician's coming tomorrow

at 12, Liz.

Liz. Sorry, what?

I said my obstetrician's coming tomorrow at 12 for my take-off. Oh, right.

So you'll be there, yeah?

Yeah, yeah, I wouldn't miss it.

You okay, Liz?

No, I think I need some waking juice.

Does anybody want a cuppa? No, love. No, thanks, Burma.

No.

I'll come with you, doll. See you at the baby doc.

Oh, thanks, Jess, but Liz is my nominated carer, so... Oh, yeah, I just

meant if Liz can't make it.

For any reason.

Thanks.

Kept me awake with your telly blaring half the fucking night.

Yeah, well, I couldn't sleep. I had a bloody heartburn.

You know what helps?

What? Ginger tea and a good fuck.

Homie bird like you, I bet you go like the Ganges.

Don't worry, Lizzie.

Laggers aren't my type. Well, that's good, because hep C-infected lezzos

aren't mine.

Look, I've said it.

You going to talk to me?

Let's keep an eye on Jodie, yeah?

Jenkins!

That's enough, Coulter!

So what if it's genetic?

Sure, there's growing evidence to support a genetic link with alcoholism.

I won't lie to you.

Love, when Soph was 11, she watched her alky mother mow her nan down with a

bloody tractor.

We can't change the past, OK? But what we can do now is concentrate on what we

can control.

Yeah, but I can't control bloody anything because I'm stuck in here and

she's out there.

You know, when I called her the other day, I could hardly get any bloody sense

out of her.

I mean, what if she's gone and got pissed again and some bloke has raped

her?

What makes you say that? You didn't hear her voice on the phone.

Something's wrong.

Can you try calling her again? I've tried and they see the number calling

and they don't pick up.

Stuffed. She's got a lot of support. She's got a father. It should be me.

It should have always been me.

Let's stay here all day.

Boss might give sass if we both pull this thingy.

What's she going to do, huh?

Give us a stern talking to?

You know they call her the freak.

Who? The prisoners.

Well, she is a bit scary.

She's a pussycat. She's got nobody to scratch with a gun.

Oh, really?

All right, they'll get the message.

What if it's a freak? I'm to bust this in the ass. Then I'll have to break the

door down.

Jesus.

What the hell?

Mr Jackson, you didn't answer our knocking.

Oh, so you broke my fucking door?

Which this warrant gives me the right to do if you refuse access.

Take your time to read over the paperwork.

We're here to search the premises inside and out. Let's go, boys. Come on.

What for?

It's all detailed there.

Are you serious?

Well, I'll see you later on, all right?

Hang on, miss. Sorry, detective.

We're going to have to check your bag.

Only reason I'm not arresting you right now?

Your DNA came back negative on the DNA found at Smith's house.

So why are you even here? By your own admission.

We're at the same.

I'll see you later on.

I'll talk to you later.

You tat.

Looks painful.

Oh, it's pleasure and pain, Gitch.

But you can't wait to think your diagnostic hook's into that one.

Also, you scarred yourself for my benefit.

Oh, quite.

We'll not forget our session tomorrow, then.

Counting down the hour.

Good, because I need at least 12 hours so I can write up this report for the

parole board.

Now you're turning me on.

I'd rather you were motivated than around.

Holly's a nervous, you know. Pressure's on to keep you guys locked up. This

report is more important than ever.

Well, now I'm motivated and aroused.

I want you to appreciate the importance of our time together, Frankie.

Not just a box to be ticked, not just a game to be played.

I don't think I'm going to go easy on you.

A threat?

You really know how to push a girl's buttons, don't you?

See you tomorrow.

Hey, Miss Westport. Liz, I told you, Bridget. Bridget, Bridget, look, I just

wondered if you'd heard anything from Sophie.

No, not yet.

Did you call her mobile? Called her mobile and the other number that you

gave me, and you're right, I put it down through.

Well, did you call from the prison line?

No, I called from my phone.

I'll keep trying, OK? I'll let you know when I get through.

All right? Promise me. All right?

Thanks.

There was a message from... Hey, no! Back off!

Hey, hey, hi. It's Liz Bursworth here.

Just wondering if I could speak to Soph, please.

Where is she? Because I...

I've been trying to mobile and I think it's switched off.

Kay?

Is something going on? Because when I spoke to Soph, she seemed really upset.

Sorry, what do you mean it's my fault?

I'm to blame.

What for?

Kay, has something happened to Soph? Kay?

Kay!

Fucking fine.

Fuck.

I prefer to keep working, Governor.

Yes, I'm sure you do.

Considering the pressure you must be under.

Might be in everyone's best interest if you take some time off.

Just until the matter's resolved.

Well, I don't have any holidays, are we?

No, I'm afraid it would have to be unpaid leave.

Well, you don't believe what the police are saying, do you, Governor?

Of course not.

But given the Smith Association, it won't be long before all the prisoners

find out what's going on.

It's bound to undermine your position of authority.

I'll deal with any insubordination.

I prefer not to take leave, Governor.

Your decision.

Excuse me, Governor.

Can I speak to you, please? It's urgent.

What is it? I need to get in contact with my daughter.

Is she on your call list?

Yeah, but she's not answering her phone.

Well, perhaps she doesn't wish to speak with you. No, no, I think something bad

has happened and I need permission to call hospital. Wordsworth, you know

that's not how it's done.

Yeah, I know, but I just need help to track her down. We are under no

obligation to track down family members on the outside. No, but this is an

emergency. Well, have you tried your ex-husband's?

Yes, I have, and they are deliberately shutting me out. Well, then, it is out

of your hands, and it's out of our power to.

God, you don't understand.

I understand perfectly.

I need to speak to my daughter!

You will not raise your voice to me, Birdsworth.

I won't do more than raise my friggin' voice. I'll tear this bloody face down

if somebody won't help me get in touch with Sophie.

It's a reasonable thing to ask.

I just want to speak to Sophie, okay? Because I can't let you dare touch me. I

just want to get in touch with her.

You're supposed to be keeping an eye on her, Boomer.

Liz, I'm going to leave you a couple of these filters to help you relax, okay?

Thanks.

Come on, let's go.

She won't let the officers process her.

And now she's refusing to cooperate with the strip search.

Sorry.

Elizabeth, I need you to help me calm her down.

Guys, what happened up?

I hit him.

Hit? Hit who?

Um, a man on the bike

with Dad's car.

A cyclist?

He's dead.

You shouldn't be in here. Why have you been reminded? Didn't they give you

bail?

That's not right. It's not right.

You're just a baby. I didn't stop.

I was over the limit.

Oh, no.

Oh, God.

It's my fault. Don't touch me!

We have to get some fucking sleep.

Then again, I don't mind sharing.

Yeah, move it, Gambaro.

There's a cell in H3 waiting for you.

I've put you in a cell next to your mother, Donaldson. I appreciate that,

Miss Bennett. Well, the decision was a pragmatic one.

Hopefully she'll settle in more quickly and with less disruption.

Okay.

Come on.

You're right.

Put that one there.

Here we go.

Well, I'll leave you to conduct the orientation.

Thanks.

Might need a couple of posters.

Yes.

Hey. Hey.

Oh, Miss Miles should come and tell us.

Yeah, I thought we'd come and see if you need anything.

Oh, well, that's very thoughtful of Miss Miles.

This is Sophie.

This is...

One of my best mates in the whole world, Doreen.

Yep, she's got a little bundle there.

And this is Bea.

Hey.

And Bea's what you call a top dog, Soph, and that means you've got nothing to

worry about because she'll protect you.

Isn't that right?

Yeah, of course. Protect me from what?

Oh, no, love, it's not like that, no. It's all very nice, isn't it? Oh, yeah,

yeah, everyone's real friendly.

Oh, look. Look, here's Maxine. Come and say hi to Sophie. Hi, Sophie. Welcome.

Hi.

Your mum has talked about you so much.

I wish we'd get going, but it's really

nice to meet you, Sophie.

Yeah, we'll speak tomorrow, yeah? Yeah, that'd be good.

By your doors, maybe?

So, um...

You've got to be standing by your door for the head count.

Don't borrow anyone else's stuff without asking, except for mine. You can take

whatever you want of mine.

And what else, what else?

Oh, yeah, the panic button there.

Don't ever push it.

We can talk more when they lock the gate.

Maybe watch telly. I just want to be left alone.

Go to it.

Move it.

Back out of here.

You've got to stand.

What did Fred do to you inside?

Nothing.

He didn't do anything to me.

Bullshit.

You fucked me over.

No, baby, I didn't. Don't lie to me.

I'm not.

I can't. I can't.

It was red, wasn't it?

I'll help you.

Oh, looks like I'm not the only groupie magnet in the big panty palace.

Righteous act of retribution.

She's a wild one.

What the fuck do you want?

I'll set Jodie up to get to me. What, did she tell you that? It's really

fucked up.

Why use Jodie? Why not just burn me?

Jodie obviously didn't cope so well in the slot.

Does she even know what day it is? I fucking don't know the half of it.

What's going on?

Relax, messy pad. You'll give yourself a prolapse.

Mm-hmm.

Jodie's going to get it.

Oh, please just let it go. No.

That little smidge needs to be taught a lesson.

She's not scheduled.

I'm scheduling her now.

I don't even have the paperwork for it. I'll write it up.

Okay, fine.

Jodie, you ought to be subject to a urine test. Are you up to giving me a

sample? Yeah.

Okay.

Take this.

Just walk this way with me.

Oh, for God's sake, Spiteri.

If you think you can dodge this test, think again.

What's Spiteri doing here? She's failing to comply with a drug test.

I don't recall any testing on the schedule.

It's a spot test, Governor.

I judge Spiteri's demeanour to be harassed and withdrawn.

The prisoner has just spent two weeks in isolation. You don't think that might

explain her withdrawn behaviour?

Smith, take Spiteri back to your unit.

Now, get her cleaned up. Yes, Governor.

Hi, Jodie.

Let's get you cleaned up, huh?

I suggest we don't waste time with any extraneous testing.

Agree?

Yes, Governor.

Organise a prisoner to do that.

It's okay.

I'm nearly finished.

Are

you

going to help me?

Yeah, yes.

We'll give you a hand.

I have to tell us about that conversation you had with Frankie.

No, no, no. But you said you were taking a cut.

I fucking hate her.

I want to kill the bitch.

Is that honest enough for you? I won't put that down in my report.

You think it'll prejudice the parole board?

Maybe.

You made jokes, Frankie, bit of hurdle stories.

You know, Smith played you.

It's not like you had any choice giving up power to her.

So how does that make you feel?

Isn't there that small part of you that's just a... just a teensy bit

pissed off?

Come on, these walls won't talk.

You can tell me anything.

I want to get inside that mind of yours.

Just my mind.

You know how exhausting it is being top dog?

Why don't you tell me?

You never know who wants to fuck you or fight you.

That just sounds confusing rather than tiring.

It's all that tit-for-tat, I can crap bigger than you bullshit.

Trying to feed the hopheads, work the screws, fuck off the freak, takes up too

much headspace, makes you fucking mental.

You seen Queen Bee lately?

Especially the fucking red cunt's hair away from going postal.

Look, I get what you're trying to do.

I understand you.

Now poke me.

See if I bite.

But I got more important things to worry about than beef fucking, Smith.

Like what?

Like getting out of this shithouse.

Problem of total focus.

Scouts on a dock.

I'm a psychologist.

And I'm a reformed individual, which is one thing on my mind.

It's not payback.

You want to see me, Governor?

Come in.

Close the door.

Ms.

Adkins, how are you coping?

Fine.

Good, yes.

I love the job.

It must be very difficult for you, this situation with Mr. Jackson.

You know, Governor, I want to be sure that you don't become a victim here.

A victim of what?

Ridicule.

Innuendo.

From the prisoners.

Because of your association with Officer Jackson.

Oh, I'm sure the prisoners aren't aware of our association.

Don't be ridiculous. Of course they are.

I mean, to be honest, I'm a little surprised you haven't been targeted

already, considering Mr. Jackson's rumored relationship with Bea Smith.

That rumor was unfounded. Of course, it's an unfortunate matter with the

police.

You know, given that most prisoners claim innocence, I'm not so sure the

women here will be convinced of his.

Will isn't capable of hurting anyone.

Of course not.

Although I suspect Mr Fletcher might have something to say about that.

Will and Fletch have sorted out their differences.

Have they?

Yeah.

Will visited Fletch in rehab and they had a good chat.

Cleared the air about everything.

Mr. Fletcher?

Joan Ferguson.

Wait, good one.

It's good to see you've got some people around you.

I don't imagine you've had much opportunity for socializing.

You don't like me.

Why do you say that?

I remember.

We didn't get on.

It's true, we had a mild personality clash.

You had some problems with women in authority.

But I don't hold grudges. The past is the past.

All I care about now, Mr. Fletcher, is for you to drink your coffee before it

gets cold.

I hear you had a visitor recently.

A work colleague?

Vera.

I'm speaking of Mr. Jackson.

Vera comes to visit me.

Hey, gorgeous.

Why don't you come and join the game? Play with my boys.

She doesn't play for your team, do you? How does she know what team she plays

for until she gives it a go?

The girl's out of bounds, all right, do you? Take your heart on somewhere else

and throw the ball back in the game.

Yeah, whatever, Bea. You're only trying to make friends with the children. Just

play the game. That's good. All right, love, she's harmless.

Yeah, come on, play the game.

All right, let's go.

Thanks, Bea.

obstetrician go? Oh yeah, really good.

Everything's as it should be and sorted out a birth plan. Oh, Dora, I'm really

bloody sorry. I've completely forgotten us. Oh, that's alright.

You know, you've got a lot on your mind, but it's okay because Jess came with me

and had to go. Well, we heard the baby's heartbeat and it was so amazing.

Concentrate! Get into it!

Get into it! Get into it! Get into it! Get into it! Get into it!

Get into it! Get into it! Get into it!

She's been shivved.

How's the patient?

Dozen stitches.

The doctor said she's lucky the angle of the blade resulted in a laceration and

not a puncture wound.

It could have cost her a kidney.

You want to give us a minute?

Okay. Yeah, sure.

Can I have some pain relief, please?

I'll organize something.

So, any point asking who did it?

My DNA wasn't a match. It puts me in the clear.

That's good.

Thanks.

Thank you.

No, no, you need to stay here for another couple of hours for observation.

It's amazing, isn't it?

You think you command total loyalty, and then a knife in the back reminds us

we're not as invulnerable as we think.

Shit happens.

Frequently.

But if this really is your prison, then shouldn't that shit be happening to

somebody else?

Using a riot to exercise power.

You know, if you rule through chaos, you reap what you sow.

Real leadership, Smith, takes control, detachment, and planning.

It's knowing when to act and when to let others take action for you.

Where is it?

What?

Ow! The shit! Ow! It wasn't me, I swear!

Where did you get it? Makes me thrive.

Hey!

Jodie, when you pissed yourself, you weren't trying to dodge a drug test. You

were scared shitless.

I'm not angry.

I'm not.

I just want you to tell me the truth, all right?

I think Ferguson got to you in the salon.

Did she give you the ship, too?

Yeah?

Give you a little bit of gear, maybe?

She did, didn't she?

She got you high and she told you to come at me, didn't she, Jodie?

It's all right, you can tell me.

Didn't she?

Say it!

Did she? All right!

Freak made me do it.

It was in the exercise yard.

Dropped in one of the drains.

Good work.

About today, the drug testing of Jodie... You don't need to explain your

action to me, Vera.

No, I just feel... You know, you are a fine deputy governor, Vera. It's just

that your judgment can be a little wayward at times.

I mean, take your visit to Mr.

Fletcher, for instance.

It's not that you've been going to see him in rehab that disturbs me.

It's that you felt she could explicitly lie about it.

I'm sorry. What, you're sorry because you knew it would be seen as a betrayal?

That you were compromising your loyalty to me and to this prison by associating

with him? I didn't want to hurt your feelings.

And there will be no further need to see Mr. Fletcher.

He's no longer a colleague, and given what he's put us both through, we could

hardly call him a friend.

Though I must ask, Lyra, in light of this deliberate deception,

just where does your loyalty lie?

With you, Governor. I'm so sorry, I didn't hear that.

With you, Governor.

Always with you.

Incinerate that.

Yes, Governor.

Thought you ran the kitchen.

I had to mop shit too.

Helps me keep it real.

I hear B Smith's and Mennecliffe's have been shivved in the yard.

What's your point?

No point.

Just saying that... Are you fucking serious?

You asked me for honesty, which I gave you, and then you accused me of that

shit. No, I'm not accusing you. Bullshit, you aren't.

All right, I was worried about you, that's all. Worried? Then I went and

shivved B.

You need to stay the fuck away from me.

You can stick your sorry up your arse.

Okay, so I got you some toiletries, but if you want anything fancy, you just

have to wait for the screws, because they have a special spend once a month.

Can I... What, love?

...shower in my underwear?

Of course you can.

I used to do that when I was a newbie.

Oh, looky here, boys.

Bath time's going to be fun for a change.

Oh, no, we've finished.

That's weird. Nice thing.

She both took a cold shower.

And the nips, eh?

We'll come back later. That's fine.

We've all got a touch of the hip, see?

But don't you worry, baby doll.

You can only catch it once.

You want to see me always get fucked or die, bitch?

Ah, ah, fuck!

No, they're going next week.

They're going next week.

Oh, baby, I love you. I love you, bitch.

Izzy! What's going on?

I just wanted to say thank you for what you did earlier today.

Yeah, sweet.

Kind of busy.

Oh, right.

Talk to you later.

Is that my mum, Frankie?

Yeah, she's just leaving, but... Mum!

Have a drink!

Frankie and me are having a party!

Oh, no. Come on, Soph.

All right.

I said, come on. Give me that.

No, come on. We've got headcount. Ten minutes. But we're having a party.

No, you're in prison now, love. The party's over.

Am I going to have to tell a few jokes to get it to pass tonight?

I'm terrible at telling jokes.

Okay.

Well, I... Just this whole police thing, I just...

I mean... Why they think you killed Harry Smith,

it's because of B, isn't it?

What do you mean? You guys have a connection.

I've seen it. I thought we'd been through that. No, I'm not accusing you.

But then what then?

Police don't break down people's doors for no reason.

What were they looking for?

Tell me.

Murder weapon.

Oh my God.

Have you spoken to a lawyer? It's bullshit, Rose. No, you need to take

this seriously, Will.

All right, you know what? I'm just going to go.

Rose, come on, please.

Look, maybe I'm overreacting, or maybe not.

I'm tired.

My shifts have been all over the shop, so I'm just... Rose, can we just talk

about this, please?

I just need some rest, okay?

I'll see you tomorrow.

Oh, look what I'm going to do.

At the end of the video, one of the attackers, who appears to be a woman,

gives a statement in which she claims to be representing an anonymous group of

vigilantes calling itself the Red Right Hand.

We are the Red Right Hand, and we're taking a stand on violence against women

in the name of our hero, Bea Smith.

If you perpetrate these atrocities and the law fails to punish you, we will be

the true arbiter of justice.

We are the red right hand.

Beware our righteous acts of retribution.