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Hey, what's with you and Ferguson?

Governor's pet.

Maybe she fancies a bit of black velvet.

The women hate me.

It's because you're special.

I'm scared.

I promised you, I'll protect you.

Hey, you got my back?

Yeah, thanks.

What with you and Frankie, huh? Are you fucking?

During the riot, when I was held hostage, did the governor refuse to open

the doors to isolation?

Yes.

You've had an hallucinogenic assistant.

That man must have drugged me. The man works for Ferguson.

If you keep acting like that, for fuck's sake. No, you are not my mum.

You're a lag.

And an alcoholic.

I'm Kaz.

Hi. The inspiration you have been to so many women.

When you go out there and you commit crimes in my name, it doesn't exactly

help me. I'm telling you to stop. You're a good person, Frankie. I'm not a good

person. Yes, you are.

You're not a murderer.

I know you're not a killer. Yes, I am!

Oh, yeah? Who have you killed? I fucking killed me!

Bye.

Oh, my Nash.

Oh, he'd do anything to make me feel better. It's just an added bonus that he

has the most beautiful eyes and gorgeous smile and enormous

feet.

It's a shame he's not here with me, but he'd help me with my cravings for sure.

Interesting, Craving. Good listening, Jess. That's fantastic.

Right, who wants to go next?

Maxine, you can choose your own topic.

My life without a cock.

Perhaps we can entice Bea to join in as your partner. Yeah.

No, I can't. No, you've got someone else. All right, Liz, how about you and

Sophie have a go?

No, I'll get up with Frankie.

All right, kiddo.

Why don't you go with your mum?

I'm not going with her.

I'll have a go.

Who's going to be your arms, Kim?

Boom, boom.

Sure.

I haven't even started yet.

Okay,

your topic, Kim.

My first day of freedom.

Hey, my name's Kim. Hi, Kim.

When I get out of here, first thing I'm not going to do, Is re-offend.

Last time I did that to be with a woman I love, the bitch had moved on.

She's screwing some skinny ass grad in fancy fucking clothes.

No doubt you are aware of the rumours that have been circulating.

I pay no attention to gossip, Governor.

As a rule, neither do I, but when it comes to incorrect relations between

staff and prisoners, I can't afford to ignore it. There's no truth to it.

I'm merely concerned that Doyle might be exploiting this to influence your report

on her. I'm confident she won't.

Frankie Doyle has a habit of doing things you least expect.

She is...

She is far too emotional for her own good.

Well, better a surfeit than a deficit.

What does that mean?

Well, a deficit of emotion, particularly a lack of effective empathy, would make

you psychopathic.

But that's not Frankie.

She uses empathy to her advantage.

You think so?

And people are drawn to her because of it.

Does that include you?

I think I've answered that question, Governor.

Is that all?

Just out of interest, have you made any breakthroughs for Toil?

Breakthroughs? No insights to report?

My sessions are confidential.

I'm just asking if you've learnt anything that might preclude your

recommending her release.

Frankie is ready and deserving of parole.

Anyone in my position would make the same recommendation.

Mr. Jackson?

This is my place to work, Detective.

Won't take long.

You know who this is?

No. Should I?

Well, I got it off your laptop's internet history.

Well, so what? It's in the news.

This vigilante group's been targeting men, mostly abusive husbands, men like

Harry Smith.

I mean, it's not a huge leap, given B Smith, their hero, that they had

something to do with Harry's murder. What's your point?

You, B Smith, the red right hand?

Maybe you planned it together.

You're joking, right?

Hold my fucking laptop back.

Thanks, Vinnie. Have a nice day, mate.

Who's the delivery for?

The governor.

New roster?

Starting tomorrow?

Yeah. I'll put you on general.

I'm not ready yet.

Vera. Don't worry.

We'll ease you, Becky.

What's going on?

What's it look like?

I'm moving in.

Why? Well, I can't help take care of Dawes' bum from H4 now, can I?

Oh, Dawes! I can't stop, I've got to pee.

Well, they're putting me in there, but I reckon I should be in here with you

because you've got a spare bum.

Oh, that's sweet, but that's close enough.

Well, I've spread the word.

Uh-huh.

And I want to give you a baby shower.

Oh, does that sound like trouble to you?

But you deserve it.

Oh, yes.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

All I do is pee. I swear this back will be sitting right on my bladder. True.

You look really tired.

Yeah. I had a late hour before work, you know.

My back's killing me. And I've got this craving for choc-tip ice cream. It's

driving me crazy.

All yours, Ma?

Miss Miles?

Can we get some chopped chip ice cream for Doreen?

Yeah, I'll just ring Mr Whippy.

Excuse me, Governor.

Miss Ferguson, can I please talk to you about Doreen?

See, she's got a really sore back because the mattress she's sleeping on

is too thin, so I was hoping that maybe you could organise a better one for her.

And maybe you can get her some chopped chip ice cream because she's having

cravings.

I'll pay for it.

Sophie.

Yeah?

Why don't you go help your mother with the towel, son?

But just go do it.

Still pissed?

Excuse me?

I'm off the grog. I haven't had a drink in over a week. What do you want, a

fucking medal?

How about a bit of understanding?

I understand you're a drunk.

Yeah, and you're a drunk driver who killed some guy on his fucking bike.

Hey, Liz. What?

I'm not working with her. Good.

Hey.

Hey, Liz.

Hey. Hey.

You know, you're not a nice person when you drink.

Yeah, well, I'm off it.

Yeah? Well, it's only because Maxine chucked it out.

Yeah, it was a relapse, Bea. Yeah, exactly.

You get your hands on more booze than you have another one.

Oh, and you'd know.

Yeah, I do, actually.

I've seen how ugly it can get.

My dad, he was a pisshead.

His whole life was just one relapse after another. Yeah, well, Bea, I'm not

your old man.

Yeah, but you're a drunk like he was.

Well, I might be a drunk, but at least I'm not a fucking psycho.

You make things right with Sophie, okay?

Because if she challenges my authority again, I'll rain a shitstorm down on

her.

Yeah.

Come in.

Want to see me, Gidget?

You can leave the door open.

Frankie, Gidget, there is an external psych that comes into the prison on a

Tuesday and he sees a couple of the women in the protection unit.

He's very experienced and I've asked him to complete your program.

I'll then liaise with him in the writing of your report for the parole board.

These rumours aren't going away.

Is that why the door's open? So no one thinks we're in here going bumper to

bumper? Fucking hell, Frankie.

We're living in a fishbowl.

If the parole board get wind of it, they're going to question every

recommendation that I make.

This isn't your best interest.

This is not about my interest.

This isn't even about the rumours.

This is about what I told you.

No, it's got nothing to do with it. It's got everything to do with that. You

pushed and pushed for me to open up, and now that I have, you don't know what the

fuck to do with me.

Sorry, I can come back don't worry about it.

We're done Do you do

hypnosis

You were distracted today.

Your body was here, but your mind wasn't.

Do you think there might be a deficit in me that needs correcting?

I mean, do you think there might be something wrong with

me?

I mean, you've always taught me that to know your enemy, you must get inside

their skin.

Become your enemy.

But if your enemy feels, is emotional, then it's their weakness.

It is a great advantage not to be hampered by emotions.

Emotion leads to mistakes.

Anderson,

come with me.

What time is it?

Come on over.

Come on.

I won't bite.

Not long now.

Only a few weeks.

For real.

Wait. What am I going to do for it?

What's the catch?

No catch.

Just eat it.

As much as you want.

Oh, God.

Mmm.

Good? Oh, that is better than good.

That's bloody awesome.

Oh, shit. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to swear.

Don't worry about it.

Just as long as you enjoy it, Jana.

That's all that matters.

Gianna. Yeah.

She called you Gianna.

Yeah, which is weird. I mean, like, weirder than normal, and that's saying

something. It's Gianna. Yeah. Well, I don't know.

I wasn't going to ask, was I?

Well, I didn't hear you should have.

New mattress for you, Anderson.

Precise for the governor's pet.

Oh.

Do I got it for you? I asked Miss Ferguson.

Oh, thanks, Jess. You're awesome.

I don't even have a mattress.

Not since mine got burned in the riot.

You offered it up, Luce. Yeah, well, maybe I need to get knocked up.

Would you do the honours, Max?

Just wake off in a sandwich bag, mate. I'll do the rest. Oh, I wouldn't even

work for you.

The governor likes to all. Everyone knows that.

Yeah, maybe they share in more than recipes.

Hey, what was that?

You're opening something for her.

It's either your legs or your gob.

Well, Ferguson's the father of your bastard child.

Why don't you just shut your mouth, you fat, ugly old balder? You and your

motherfucking watchers. You and your motherfucking watchers.

Disappear.

Change the bed, put the old mattress out here. I'll organise someone to pick it

up, please.

I'll make it for you, Joel.

I'll do it.

OK, Mark. You all right?

Yeah, Mark.

Jess.

You all right?

I, uh, I need you to find out who this Gianna is, okay, and what she means to

Ferguson.

Why? I just need you to, all right?

Okay. Good.

Why is that goldfish still here?

I like looking at it.

Ferguson won't be happy.

My fish.

Here to see Bea Smith.

Mr. Fletcher?

What are you doing here?

You're hosting an age block?

Hey.

I was surprised to get your call.

Last meeting didn't quite go as I'd hoped.

Yeah.

Pretty angry.

And the whole red right hand thing.

I had nothing to do with this red right hand.

Yeah, okay.

But I was wrong in what I said.

And what you're doing, it's important.

If the system can't protect women like me, then someone has to, right?

You've changed your chain?

When I shot Braden Holt, I wasn't thinking about whether it was the right

thing to do or not. I just... I'm eaten up by hate. I wanted him to die like a

dog. He deserved it. What you did was righteous.

No.

No, it didn't change a thing.

But what you're doing, it does make a difference.

It makes a big difference.

You have no idea what that means to me.

You inspired us, Bea.

Hey, I need you to do me a favor.

Anything. Okay.

In my hand is a sketch of a man. I need you to find out who he is.

From a sketch?

Mm-hmm. It's the best I can do.

All right. Now, you said you had some contacts in the cop, yeah?

No, it's possible that he comes into the prison from time to time.

What's he done?

He bashes women.

Did he bash you?

I'll find the bastard.

And when I do?

When you do, you've got to tell me first, okay?

And then he's all yours.

Get out.

Just a minute, that's all.

The other week when you gave me a serve, I reacted badly.

I deserved it.

And everything you said was true.

I am a lagger and I am a drunk.

And I can copy her and that from Boomer, but when I heard it from you, I just

felt a little bit lost.

And that's when I started to drink.

So it's my fault? No.

No.

That's not what I'm saying.

When you came in here with me, I just saw it as a bit of a second chance for

us.

For me.

To be the mum I never was to you.

As a kid, I'd come home from school every day praying you weren't drunk.

And I'd listen.

I'd walk through the front door and see you.

And when you hadn't had a drink, I'd be so happy.

But I knew it wasn't going to last.

And it never did.

I always knew that another time soon,

I'd walk through that door and I'd see that look on your face.

And I just knew.

I am so sorry.

I loved you when you were sober.

Because that's when you were my mum.

But I hated you when you were drunk.

From now on, I'm going to stand back, and you can do whatever you want.

But any time you need me, I'll be here.

I told you yesterday, Matt, I don't do hypnosis.

I'm not that sort of shrink.

So what do you do?

Mostly I listen to the women.

I'm not here to treat staff.

I think I used to be a bit of a bastard before the accident.

And now you're not?

I just... I mean, who I was then and who I am now, I can't connect them.

I've been getting these, um...

Flashes I'm not sure if they're memories or they could be memories You've lost

time because of the accident your brains trying to find it. So you can't

hypnotize me then Do you want to try a little relaxation technique?

See if that helps Okay Yes

This arrived for you yesterday

must have got held up in reception

It's a fish.

Matthew Fletcher.

Why is he back in general?

I think he's ready.

Really?

You didn't think to discuss it with me first?

Staff roster is my responsibility.

It's my opinion that he's ready to be reintegrated into the normal work

routine.

What's going on here? What's the matter?

I'm sensing some tension.

We cannot be an effective team, Vera, if you put up barriers between us.

Team?

Is that what we have?

Dinner. Tonight.

My house.

Excuse me?

What, you have other plans?

Seven o'clock.

Bring a bottle of something nice.

Red. Shiraz. That'd be good.

I have vodka.

What does that mean to you?

Oh, Matt.

Sorry,

I... I've got to go.

Hey, hang on. Hang on, Matt.

Matt.

Come back. Hey, better watch it.

People think you and knuckle nuts are screwing. Frankie, what are you doing

here? I don't want to see the other bloke.

I'll see you.

Our appointments have been cancelled.

Sorry, you'll have to take it back.

Yes.

What are you going to do, huh?

Bitch slap me?

Consider yourself bitch slapped.

Oh, my

God.

Pina.

I don't like charades.

Vera, you know that I've always wanted to be more than just a mentor to you.

I value our relationship.

Let me explain why.

I enjoy working with you.

And I feel that that sense of professional satisfaction is

reciprocated.

I believe that we've developed a certain rapport.

based on mutual respect and understanding that transcends our

difference in status.

I'm not one to make friends.

But I do feel that we share a common philosophy when it comes to corrections.

I don't feel that we're that dissimilar. Okay, stop.

You and I are nothing like each other.

I would never do to anyone what you did to me.

I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about. During the riot, when the

prisoners had a syringe to my throat, you

refused to negotiate.

You were willing to throw me to that pack of dogs without a second thought.

That is not true. It is true. If it wasn't for Mr. Channing, you would

have... I don't know who you were talking to. Stop lying.

I know what you are doing. Somebody's trying to drive away. You don't care

about me. You have never... I do.

I... I do care.

They stabbed me with a needle.

Well, that is hardly my fault.

I have Hepatitis C.

Morning, Vera. Governor.

Last night.

Is it... Is it what, Vera?

Is it going to affect my career?

Last night never happened.

Okay.

I had another dream about Bob's last night, doll.

Yeah? Oh, she was so beautiful and chubby and perfect.

What if she's a he, hey?

Well, I just know it's a she.

But I love it anyway.

Oh, that's good to know, Jo.

Well, if it isn't the governor's slag.

Making herself pretty for you-you-know-who. Leave her alone.

What do you do for the mattress, eh?

Take her to Luca Land or did you just slag? It's just jello juice.

Get the fuck out.

Oh, not you, Dorsey. No, no, no.

Me and the boys have been thinking what we can get you for the bubby shower.

We've come up with a gift that keeps on giving, haven't we, Steph?

Yeah.

Four little take is one little jab with an infected needle, and you and the rug

rat can join our club.

You wouldn't dare. Wouldn't I?

Oh my gosh.

Can you get up?

Heartbeat's normal.

Strong. Everything's looking fine, Dorian. Are you sure?

Absolutely, yes.

If I got jabbed by a needle that had Hep C, could the baby catch it?

Did you get jabbed? No. Did somebody threaten you, Anderson?

Was it Lucy Gambaro?

No, I was just wondering, you know. What happened?

I just slipped in the shower.

Is all this all right?

Yes, she's fine. Yeah. I'm putting you into protection.

What? Just until the birth of the baby.

No, it's okay.

It's done.

Ms. Bennett, will you make the necessary arrangements?

Yes. Yes, Governor.

Why can't I go too? Governor's orders.

But I'm her alternate carer. You are the baby's alternate carer, Warner, and the

baby's not born yet.

This isn't fair. This isn't fair. Get over it, you big drama queen.

Eat shit, groomer.

I knew it. I was right about you the first time. You really are fucking

creepy. Sierra 7 to Sierra 3.

Sierra 3.

Hi, Mr Fletcher.

Can you please give this to Doreen for me?

Sure. Thank you.

Miss Fletcher?

Mr. Fletcher.

Miss Ferguson, I want to be put in protection with Doreen. What do you

want, Warner? There's no consequence.

But Doreen needs me. Anderson has all she needs.

I'm important to her.

Attention, compound.

The count will commence in five minutes. Please, Miss Ferguson, I need to be with

Doreen. You need to return to your unit for the count, Warner.

Now.

You're a fucking bitch!

Slaughter.

Private. Who's this?

No one.

With the same face, who is he? The same face.

The same face, who is he?

Nobody.

Man inside my head.

I need to know, Ben.

Please.

He's the man who drug me.

Why did he drug you? What was his reason?

Why should I tell you? You're not going to believe me.

Please.

He works for Ferguson.

He's her thug.

She wanted to stop me from getting to Jodie's hearing.

Roll the leftovers away, Frankie.

Anything else? No, I've got to go speed up.

Lunchtime's over.

I was hoping to make you a sandwich, but I can't promise I won't gob in it.

Frankie. I've got nothing to say to you.

You were right when you said I was lying.

I'm not stopping the sessions because of the rumours.

You heard of the term transference?

In a patient-therapist relationship, romantic feelings can develop.

And when that happens, it clouds objectivity and that relationship breaks

down. You've got tickets on yourself if you think I've got the hots for you.

I was talking about me, Frankie.

So what, you're in love with me?

You're gonna fuck me.

You can live with that.

I can't.

What are you afraid of?

Don't stop and work out.

That was lovely.

I think you've made it your own.

Who's this?

Ah, that's my sister, Lily.

Family is important, isn't it?

I don't have family.

Who's Gianna?

What? Jess, the other night in the kitchen, you called me Gianna.

Did I?

How strange.

You remember I told you about a prisoner from another correctional facility

that... that had her baby taken from her?

Yeah, by a social worker.

Her name was Gianna.

She later killed it, though.

It was a tragedy.

But don't you worry, darling.

I failed, Tiana.

But I promise I won't fail you.

I'll protect you.

Oh, I think the little bugger's awake.

Okay, Doreen, you're doing really, really well.

Really well.

Where's Nash?

Someone rang Nash.

Why is she still in here?

She's fully dilated, Governor.

What does that mean?

It means the baby's not going to wait for the ambulance.

Lydia!

Okay, breathe.

Try and relax.

Try to relax, okay?

Okay, I'm going to get you to push very soon, okay?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

It's just pain, Dorian. It's just pain.

Okay, Dorian, I'm going to get you to bear down and push in one second, okay?

The ambulance has been delayed in traffic.

No, not you! Get out!

Get out! Now!

Out!

Now!

excuse me for a while while i'm wide-eyed and i'm so down

Governor. Is that ambulance here yet, Mr. Fletcher?

A simple question, Mr. Fletcher.

It's on its way, Governor.

There's an accident on the highway, it's blocked up traffic.

Get them in a medical as soon as they arrive.

Sure thing.

What's up with you?

Trooper Doreen, he's beautiful.

He looks like his dad.

Really?

Actually, he looks like a potato. Look at him.

Dad looked like a beetroot because he was so red. Really?

I hope the girls see me, love.

Oh, thank you.

I'm escaping this to give to you.

Oh, thank you. That's lovely.

Thank her for me. Will do.

Doreen, I'm just going to go get you another ice pack, okay? Okay.

about Deanna.

You don't have to talk about that now. We'll talk about it later. Is it you and

the boy now? She was a prisoner, Bea.

At some other jail that Ferguson worked at.

Prisoner? Yeah.

She had a baby and then it got taken away from her.

What? I think Ferguson was in love with her or something.

Really? Yeah.

She said she couldn't protect her.

And then Deanna ended up killing herself.

Oh, God.

It was really weird. I thought she was going to kiss me at some point. Kiss

you? Yeah, like seriously.

It was totally weird and creepy.

Oh, I'm going to miss that.

She really is a freak.

Joan!

No, no, no, no, no.

I warned you, Joan.

This is what happens when you let emotions interfere.

I'm a freak, I'm a freak, I'm a freak, I'm a freak, I'm a freak. No, no, no,

you're not a freak.