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Karen Procter and her mum killed Harry.

They planted the wood splitter at my place. Did you tell the cops? I know.

Well, what about the splitter? I destroyed it.

All it'll take is one little jab with an infected needle and you and the rug rat

can join our club.

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

threaten you, Anderson?

Was it Lucy Gambaro?

My Hep C status.

I'll mention it at the next staff meeting.

Is that wise?

You have aspirations for a governorship. They won't give it to you if they know

about your condition.

Are you okay?

Hey, Jess, I've got a plumbing job for you.

Hey, Frankie, don't plug.

I hit him.

A man?

On the bike?

He's dead.

The victim's wife wants to meet with you. Do I have to do it? If you really

are sorry, I've been telling you face to face, it'll give a closure.

Help!

You killed my wife!

Just do what I don't deserve. This is a war!

Are you ready to take on Ferguson then?

I hope you got a bigger army than me.

She had you run down like a dog in the street.

She had her thug mess with me.

Tortured Jodie Spiteri.

You know she killed Simo Slater?

Yeah, she was the one who gave her the hot shot.

She's a monster.

But even monsters have a weak spot, Mr. Fletcher.

Where's Ferguson's weak spot?

Where most people's are.

In the past.

Blackmore Prison, 2000.

What's at Blackmore? No, not what.

Who?

Ferguson was in love with an inmate there. It's possible they had a

relationship.

That's your plan?

Expose the girl enough for securing a prisoner?

I don't know. I'm not interested in embarrassing her.

I'm gonna take that bitch apart a piece at a time.

But to do that, we're gonna have to work together.

What do you want me to do?

I need you to find out who that prisoner is.

I don't have a last name, only a first.

Her name is Gianna.

Want to find out?

Who were the senior officers on duty last night?

Welcome back.

Thanks for Terry to the psych unit.

Thought you worked the graveyard.

Doubling up.

The staff cutbacks are starting to bite.

Tell me about it.

Ever worked?

Underpaid?

What's the fucking angle?

Underappreciated.

Couldn't get someone else to cover?

I don't mind the extra shift.

This one's come at a good time.

Now remove your pants.

I could have still plaited my ankle in 16 bloody screws.

The prisoner doesn't need assistance.

Miss Miles?

Step outside.

During the riot, threatening me with syringe full of blood, that was your

idea, wasn't it?

Wasn't it, Gambaro?

Have it your way.

As long as you finish what you start.

I intend to.

Gavno, I was told you wanted to see me.

Yes, Mr.

Fletcher.

Sit up.

I prefer to stand.

Since the accident, I find I tend to cramp up if I sit for too long.

Well, I am so sorry to hear about that. So you have recovered remarkably well.

I have a lot to be grateful for.

Your support for one thing. Mr.

Fletcher, please, let's dispense with the false platitudes. I think we both

know why you are here.

I have always suspected that your brain injury wasn't as debilitating as you

made out.

I... I'm not. I mean, I don't... Just stop! Just stop it with the

inarticulation and the slack jaw and the Neanderthal gait and the...

I mean, did you really think that you could unsettle me by dredging up the

past? Did you? I mean, is this the best you can do?

Governor, I don't... You don't what, Mr Fletcher? I don't understand why you're

talking to me like this.

Don't you?

Do you know who this is?

No.

Governor, have I done something wrong?

Well, I don't know, Mr. Fletcher. Have you?

Just, just, just get out.

I must have missed the order for the cell top.

You didn't.

But as this is my prison, I can search any cell at any time at my discretion.

Well, you didn't like getting your hands dirty.

I'm beginning to think that policy might have to change.

Good likeness, don't you think?

I can do one for your office if you like.

Do you want me to try settling door?

I just think it might just open up.

I think it's...

touch just relax okay i'm here to help you don't come fucking me

just listen you're gonna put all your weight on me okay i promise i'll be

gentle on three what's my fucking real i promise one two

three

Shit, that sounds really painful, Jukes.

What happened to your ankle?

Can you tell us who did this to you?

I didn't tell no one.

I'm not a fucking lagger. Yeah, I know you're not a lagger.

Did you think Jukes was a lagger? No, she's my bookie.

Yeah.

And that's why you're going to tell everyone it was Ferguson who put you in

this chair.

Oh, get.

Hey, you watch your language. Remember who you're speaking to. Thank you,

Maxine.

There are worse things than the freak being on your case, Juice.

Like what?

Loneliness.

Isolation. No crew.

No mates.

You know life in here can be pretty brutal without any support.

Especially when you're sitting in your own shit.

You might be top dog.

And the dog's bollocks.

But I'm nobody's bitch.

Now give me some privacy so I can back one out in peace.

Not for peace, do you?

You be careful what you wish for.

Do you think death by a thousand cuts will work on Ferguson?

In fact, it won't open an artery.

He's called a killer. That's all it is. An artery used to be exactly the same.

He'd get gassed up and there was nothing he could do and he had lungs on him like

a bloody trombone.

He won't feed. No, he will. He will not when he's hungry.

But you need to eat. Oh, no.

The thought of it just turned on my stomach.

Look, I must be doing something wrong. You are not doing anything wrong.

Here, pass him over to Aunty Miss.

Come on, bubba.

That's little Yoshi. That's the way. That's the way. Come on, little Yoshi.

Here you go, doll.

Put extra sugar in it to peck you up. Oh, thanks. That's the way. Come to

Jess.

Where are they? Where are they?

Are you wrong?

Jessie loves little Yoshi.

Frankie. So?

Um, she's coming in tomorrow.

The wife of the cyclist, right?

Uh, the social worker from the court. She said I could take someone in with

me. You know, for support.

What time?

11 o'clock.

Yeah, I'm going to be up to my neck in meal prep. Sorry, kiddo.

Leave. Governor?

Ms. Miles?

I need you to bring up the security access log for me. Sure, I can do that.

Which time period?

9 p.m. last night to 7 a.m. this morning.

I need to know who accessed my office.

Just do it.

One result.

This access key used can you confirm the officer belongs to sure

Governor

you wanted to see me Close

the door

How was your night shift?

Fine.

Uneventful.

3.46 a.m., you accessed this office.

Why?

I'm sorry?

I should have seen it coming.

It's been brewing for months, ever since your carelessness in the riot resulted

in a hepatitis infection. Forrest, you irrationally blame me. Governor, I have

no idea... What are your intentions?

What's your little plan?

Black Mammy, force me to resign so you can sit in this big chair. You've

covered it for years.

I don't know what you think. Do not lie to me!

If you think you have the upper hand here, Vera, you can just think again.

Because I have documented evidence that you deliberately concealed your medical

status from your employer. Because you told me that... You continue to

participate in code-black events involving open wounds, thereby

recklessly putting prisoners in harm's way.

You know, if you try to use this against me, I will annihilate you.

You will what?

I trusted you.

I mentored you.

I mean, you were a pathetic mouse of a prison officer before I moulded you into

the woman you are today.

You moulded me. You were nothing until I took you under my wing. You used me.

You manipulated me.

You manipulate everyone.

And for what?

I know you were behind what happened to Jodie Spiteri. I am equally certain

everything Bea Smith claimed about being attacked is true. I don't pretend to

understand your intentions, but I do know you are not fit to be governor.

Mr. Bakula, have you been working out?

I've been looking for a training partner, though.

Oh, really?

Let me help you.

I'm sorry.

Look, I said I'm all right, okay?

Yeah.

Well, don't say I didn't offer to help.

Doyle!

What is it?

We've read it. Tell me what's in it.

Congratulations.

You got it?

Good.

Please, love.

We've all got to face our demons sooner or later, love.

I'm really scared.

I know, I know.

And that's because it's bloody scary.

Eh?

Will you come with me?

I will.

One more, one more.

No, no, one more. Oh, come on. Come on, one more.

Turn me on.

Whoa! You need to have the acidity, Maxie. Why is sex so big with your

boobs? You make it really hard to love yourself.

Max, I'm just pulling your dick. Hey.

What's going on?

Getting ready for the ball.

What about further contrasting your cells, you smartass?

She's rattled.

You're making a move, right? What's your plan?

No.

No, you've got to keep your head down and think about your parole.

I probably fucked.

It's all worn in.

Help you finish what we started.

No.

No way.

You're no use to me.

You should be concentrating on what you're going to do when you get out of

here. It's not your call.

Oh, yeah.

It is.

Thank you.

Thank you all for attending at such short notice.

I'll be brief.

It has come to my attention that a certain officer amongst the staff has

been actively undermining my position.

We work in a highly stressful environment where absolute trust is

paramount, and I am sorry to say that I have lost complete faith and trust in

the Deputy Governor.

Ms Bennett's actions, though...

Regrettable.

Understandable. She has been under duress due to a recent contraction of

hepatitis C.

Nevertheless, her position as second in charge is no longer tenable.

I will be removing her from the deputy governorship as of today.

She will continue on as an officer. Governor Ferguson.

Detective,

we are in the middle of a meeting.

Sorry for interrupting, but I'm afraid I need Mr. Jackson to accompany me into

the city.

Is this in relation to the murder of Harry Smith? No, I can't comment on

that. No, of course not.

If it can't wait? No, I'm afraid not.

Mr. Jackson?

Did you set Vera up to take the fall? Huh? Did you?

Yeah.

I had to divert suspicion from you.

Fuck it.

She was never part of our deal.

Look, we need to isolate Ferguson, okay?

That means driving a wedge between her and Miss Bennett.

Oh, no. Sharpening Vera was never part of the plan, Bea.

Collateral damage.

She threw her lot on with Ferguson from the start. That makes her fair game.

You're just as bad as she is.

All right, Boomer?

Mm.

Hey.

What's up?

You heard about Frankie?

Christ, come on.

Get the crap out of me.

Sorry, Mom.

Pieces, thank you.

Piece of piss.

Your team computer science finally came in handy. Yeah, I trust it won't end up

in the pokies.

Nah.

Hey, Frankie.

Have work?

Congrats on your parole.

Apparently you knew before we had a lieutenant.

What's your point?

Well, you're willing to sacrifice everything for a little bit of payback,

are you?

Well, you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?

What a really disappointment if you fuck up your parole.

Fergus is not going to let me out of here, you know that. She can't stop you

now.

You don't fucking get her, Ed.

What don't I get?

What? What don't I fucking get?

I told Bridget something.

Something bad I'd done and someone recorded it.

Is this about Meg Jackson?

Who's got the recording?

Mr. Jackson.

He's going to take it to the cops?

It doesn't matter. It was illegally recorded. It's inadmissible.

Okay, so what's your problem then?

The problem is Ferguson was behind it.

She's got it in for me.

The only way I'm getting out of here is in a box unless she goes first. No, no,

no.

I don't want your help and I don't need it. So you just stay out of my way.

Are you fucking with my head?

No, I'm cleaning, actually. No, don't do that.

And you give me that moopy look and you say things like, you know, I didn't know

for the hell.

Hey, I was being serious.

No, if you are fucking with my head, then stop, all right? Just stop, because

I'm fucked up enough, OK? I want a baby, and you've got the support.

Hey, can we please, please, can we call it spurs? Yeah, put it up.

Ben, has this got anything to do with Frankie?

No, I want a baby.

I think you want Frankie.

I'm not gay.

You miss her, and now she's getting out.

Okay? You're lonely.

I've got nothing.

Oh, no, no, no, no, love.

That is so not true.

What have I got?

No, you said, you said you didn't know. Jenkins, you've got me.

Have I? Yes.

Really? Mm-hmm.

Come here, you. Come on.

There we go, man.

Oh, gee.

Well, you just... Fuck no.

I love you, but like a sister.

My sister's a fucking slut.

Frankie? Yeah?

I heard you got your parole approved.

Yeah, that's right.

Yeah, you should be out of the bloody moon. Should I?

You're not worried about it, are you?

You're going to be fine. You'll eat it up.

Have you ever had a premonition, Liz?

Hmm? I'm never getting out of here alive.

Oh, now, that is just your fear talking.

Yeah? Yeah.

Maybe it's time to put him on the bottle.

What? Well, then I can help feed and you don't have to go through the hassle.

Breastfeeding's not a hassle, Jess.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what to do.

Give me where Liz is.

Getting drunk for all I know.

Please, can you find her for me?

But you don't need Liz.

You've got me.

For a second, I've got Spiteri from the psych unit.

Yes, Jodie, hi. Come take a seat.

We need to change that dressing.

All right.

It's a bit weepy, Jodie. I'm just going to get some saline solution to irrigate

it.

You need to tell me what you know about Ferguson.

When she was a guard at Blackmoor, I caught her with Gianna.

When Gianna's bub got taken, Ferguson lost it.

Who took the baby?

Social worker.

And then what happened? Did Gianna kill herself?

How do you know that?

Because I've heard this story before.

Then you heard it wrong.

Gianna didn't kill herself.

It was a privilege because of Ferguson.

Fletch.

Here, I've got to leave work.

What? What do you mean? There's something I've got to do.

Fletch, we're already short staffed. I can't cover for you and...

2.17am, morning of the 25th, Spencer's Lake, CCTV camera on

the boathouse. It's not me.

GP062, sound familiar?

What were you throwing in the lake, Will?

Not me.

It's your bike.

It must have been stolen.

There's no stolen vehicle report, first thing I checked.

Okay, they must have taken it during the night and then returned it. Oh, mate.

Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?

It's not my helmet or jacket.

What did you throw into the water?

I'm telling you, it's not me.

Police divers are currently searching the lake. They will find whatever it is

you tossed in there. I didn't throw anything in the fucking lake. Listen,

Will, you come clean now, it'll go better for you, but if you wait until my

divers come up with the goods... Are you arresting me?

Are you charging me with a crime, Detective?

I remember everything.

Feel better after your shower?

No, not really. Just exhausted.

Yeah. So is the little one.

He's finally asleep.

Thank God.

Why don't I take him back to H2 and put him down?

That'd be great.

Thanks, Jess.

I heard you.

Just after you gave birth.

You told Smith about us.

And then you laughed at me and called me a freak.

Jojo? Jojo?

She's got a high temp and she's having a bit of trouble getting Josh to feed.

I'm going to try her now with an express pump.

Well, I wasn't going to say anything, but with Joshie crying so much... Yeah?

This morning when Doreen was trying to settle him, I walked into her cell

and... What?

She was yelling at him.

And I mean really screaming.

And I'm only telling you because I'm really worried at what might happen if

she's left alone with him here all night.

Well, new mothers can get overwhelmed.

Maybe Doreen could do with a respite from the baby and get a good night's

sleep.

Yeah, I was thinking that too.

But... Hey, Jess.

What do you want?

Oh, I just heard about Dora and I thought I'd come and check Josh has been

looked after.

Of course Josh has been looked after.

Hey, we'll just be gentle, Jess.

Don't tell me how to handle Joshy.

You're not his carer, I am.

You're too much of a drunken old sag to be trusted.

There's no need for that, love.

Doreen's just lucky she saw your true colours in time.

Before you had a chance to get your boozy old hands all over him.

It was you, wasn't it?

You were the one that planted the grog in my cell.

I didn't make you drink it, did I?

How's Anderson?

I'm just waiting on a blood test to come back. I'll be with you in a minute. I

just need to finish his delivery first.

Thank you. Miss Miles, why are you the only officer manning this desk? We're

two officers down, Governor.

Mr. Jackson, didn't expect to see you again.

Hope everything's okay?

It will be, Governor.

Miss Bennett, why are we two officers down? We're not with Mr. Jackson back.

Well then, Miss Bennett, why are we one officer down?

Mr Fletcher left earlier. Why?

He didn't offer an explanation.

Well, then you'll have to cover for him.

I'm already at the end of a double. But you spent so little of your time last

night actually working.

Put Mr Fletcher on permanent stress leave.

That's a job for the Deputy Governor.

Whoever that is.

Consider it your final deed.

Ferguson killed Harry.

What? How do you know?

Fletch remembered.

Ferguson's got it in for me. I think she tried to feed me up for Harry's murder.

Why?

It goes back to when I was a social worker. She was an officer at Blakemore.

I took a baby away from a prisoner.

Gianna.

Well, you know.

But I didn't know that you were involved.

Yeah, but I fucked up, baby.

Please have me on CCTV getting rid of the splitter head. If they find that,

they're going to arrest me.

The guy who attacked me is the guy who tried to kill Fletch. In here is his

DNA.

He works for Ferguson.

Well, how did you get it?

My nails. I scratched them.

You give that to the cops, they'll match the DNA on Harry's body.

But they don't know who the DNA belongs to, so what's the point?

His name be.

I need to know his name.

Del, give me a break.

I can't do this on my own.

You can piss your pants for all I care.

Fuck off.

I'll never take help from a screw with a cock.

See yourself.

I'll deal with her, Mr Batkiller.

What are you taking me?

This isn't the way of the dummy.

You didn't answer my question.

You got out of the riot, didn't you? What's a big fucking deal?

Unless you got jabbed.

You copped a dose of Hep C, didn't you?

Welcome to my world, vinegar tits.

So it was your bloody.

What are you going to do?

Throw me down the stairs?

Oh, no.

You're just a fucking filthy drug abuser.

I caught head from some dodgy blood when I had my hysterectomy.

But what would you do?

I'm just a fat, worthless slag, right?

And you're just a crazy, fucked-up bitch!

Do it.

Oh, dear.

Can you hear me?

An ambulance is on its way. You took a tumble down the stairs.

Can you hear me, Lucy?

Yes?

What's your last name?

Good.

I need you to squeeze my hand.

Can you squeeze my hand for me?

That's good.

Do you know what happened to you?

Lucy?

Tell us what happened, Jude. Get out, Miss!

Ferguson.

Miss Ferguson, the governor?

She pushed me.

I saw Miss Ferguson leaving the prison over an hour ago.

She left me.

She left me dead.

They are all against me. The prisoners, the officers, everyone. Do not tell me

to calm down.

Instead of being angry, you need to take control of the situation.

I can do both.

Now you're falling apart.

You've done some terrible things, Joan.

I have only done what I had to do. And things you do just to hurt others.

That's because they need to hurt. No, no, it's because you need to see them

hurt.

Even as a child, you'd heard things just for the sake of it. I have only ever

done what you taught me. I never taught you to blame others for your own

failings. My failings? Is that what they are? Yes, your failings. I am so sorry

to have been a disappointment to you.

No!

What I need is for a father just once in his life to say, well done, Joan, I am

proud of you.

You have hacked and bullied me and treated me like one of your foot

soldiers all my life!

You need to calm down, okay? We've spoken about this. You need some rest.

No, I want my son.

I want Josh.

It's more important for you to rest now. You need to rest, okay?

Take care of Mr.

Fletcher.

And this time, finish the job.

It was blue.

Guess what?

It was over.

Over when we got there.

Great.