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I'm stepping down.

Because of you, Ferguson is picking you off one by one. You can't stop now, Bea.

I won't let you.

What's this?

I don't know.

This is on you. This is your fault.

Because you started a fight, you can't win.

You're fucked and so is my parole.

I'm going to help you stop self-sabotaging, Frankie.

I'm going to help you get out of here.

Yeah, we'll stick around.

Because I'm going to be leaving here in a coffin.

I fucking killed Meg Jackson!

He shat on me like Mum did.

What's going on? Back away from the fence, Doyle.

What about my parole? I'm never going to get out of here. You'll be right. When

Ferguson goes down, be careful you don't get sucked down with her.

You don't know me when I die.

Any particular reason why I'm uncladding, Judy?

Just do it, Doyle.

Apparently not.

Stay out of my way.

Governor wants to see you.

What? What?

Melissa Fletcher? Not interested.

You said that Ferguson tried to kill you, yeah?

Don't you want to do something about that?

No. I don't blame you for being pissed off with me, but you've got to look at

the bigger picture.

I'm a walking dead man. I can't do anything. But your job is to look after

these women. Stop fucking with me.

I'm not your saviour.

Well, that went well.

No shit, Wonder Woman.

You wanted to see me?

Yes, sit down.

Your parole hearing.

What about it?

Well, due to various circumstances, there's been a scheduling change.

Stimpy spine?

No, it has been moved forward.

Tomorrow morning at 10 a.m.

Is that a problem?

Is Miss Westfall, no?

Everyone who needs to be informed has been.

What, were you concerned about preparation time?

No, it's all good.

10 a.m., then.

I'll look forward to it.

What do you mean?

I'll be making my own statement, considering the merits for parole in

your particular case.

I'll see you then.

You shall.

Governor will need to consider working arrangements in the kitchen when Doyle

gets parole.

Well, let's just wait and see first, shall we? You don't think she'll get

parole?

I didn't say that.

Hi.

Hi. You wanted to see me.

I owe you an apology.

I suspect you're right about Governor Ferguson.

What made you change your mind?

I think Ferguson left the pencil in Jodie Spiteri's cell.

Can you prove it?

No.

But I read your notes on Ferguson.

Why is he victimising Jodie?

I think Jodie's just a pawn.

Psychopaths often take an elaborate path to get to their real target.

Why haven't you gone to the board?

Because I can't prove it.

Ferguson made sure that Jodie Spiteri is not a viable witness.

Well, we just have to wait for her to do something else.

If I find proof and I go to the board with it, will you support me?

Absolutely.

But after Frankie Doyle's parole is granted.

You're aware that Doyle's hearing's being brought forward?

No, I wasn't.

It's tomorrow, 10am.

Is she ready?

The fuck?

Are you going to close that?

No. No way.

Well, Frankie... I don't have time for this shit, Soph. Get your stuff and go.

Frankie, I thought... What do you think?

Well, you and me.

Why?

Doesn't matter.

Look, the free's trying to fuck with my parole. I haven't even started writing

up a statement.

Better get your gear on, eh?

Come on.

Well, can you not look at me?

I'm sorry, okay?

Cute girl in my bed, usually I'd be all over it.

You okay?

Mr. Fletcher, I need time to prepare.

Well, lunch has already started and you're rostered on.

Yeah, and the crew will be fine without me. They know what they're doing. You've

squared that away with them?

Yeah.

Boobs? What?

You're good with me missing lunch, aren't you? It'd be a fucking pleasure.

They're good.

I've been training them up for this.

Okay.

Well, if lunch is late, it's your arse on the line.

You changed your mind?

No. No, we're over.

And boss.

What are you doing? You're acting like a little kid.

I'm not doing anything.

You are bringing shit through the kitchen. I saw it.

What if I am, huh?

What do you care?

It's my kitchen.

They trace it back. Here goes my parole.

Your parole.

I fucking loved you, Frankie. I never made you any promises.

Okay? And you know what Red thinks about drugs. He thought about that.

Not everyone dances to her tune anymore.

And you're still pining after that shrink, so unless you're going to lag,

you can fuck off and leave me alone.

Liam Jaspain, do not screw up your life because of me.

Doyle, I thought you had to prepare for your parole hearing.

Huh? Yes.

I'm just going.

Back in the kitchen.

Prison again!

Did you search it?

Nothing, Your Honor, Governor.

Toss it, Sal.

There's more where this came from. I want it found.

Yes, Governor.

Now! Yes, Governor.

Any luck?

You wanted to see me, Governor.

What is this, Mr. Fletcher?

It's a bread.

Take a closer look.

Clearly the heroine responsible for prisoner Lou's overdose arrived here.

Delivered to the kitchen this morning.

During your shift, Mr. Fletcher.

Did you search the deliveries? Yes.

Fairly?

Apparently not.

Then why not?

There was just a lot of produce.

A woman is dead because of your incompetence.

And the others are at further risk. I'm sorry.

This is not a sheltered workshop, Mr. Fletcher.

But you are going to end up in one if you don't find the rest of this

contraband. Is that clear?

Look at me.

Do as I say. I will speak slowly so you understand.

Toss the kitchen worker's cells immediately.

You can start with Doyle's unit first.

Now! Attention, contact all businesses. Return to their units immediately for

lockdown.

Kim!

What have you done?

Do you

know anything about these drugs coming in?

Well, do you?

What's going on?

Call me paranoid, but... What?

Did you take him?

Yeah.

Frankie?

Fuck!

Shit.

Fashion.

Close the door.

Daryl, get yourself close to that drill.

Smith, take these down.

Let me know if you need anything, Frankie.

Doyle, open the door.

She's not feeling very good, Mr Fletcher. I don't give a shit, Smith.

There's been an OD and I'm getting the blame for it.

Why are you picking on us? We're clean, all right.

That'll be why you've got another seven years, right?

I'm opening the door, Doyle. Now.

Mr. Fletcher?

When I entered the unit, the prison's door was closed. I opened the door and

observed Doyle.

She appeared to be hiding something in her tracksuit pants.

I'm not sure what it is, but I reckon she's banked it.

Well, let's hope your assumption is correct. I'm holding you responsible for

those drugs.

Slaughter.

Your permission is required for a body cavity search. You are not obliged to

submit to a search, but your refusal will indicate you are holding. Is that

clear?

No fucking way.

I take it you are refusing?

What do you think?

Very well, you will stay here in isolation until you do submit to a

search.

If you agree in a timely manner and prove yourself innocent, you will be

able to attend your parole hearing in the morning.

And don't think that you can get rid of anything without us knowing.

24-hour observation.

And there's a grate in the latrine.

You know, I have to say, Doyle, I expected better of you.

But I suppose you can't help but self-destruct, can you?

door. Are you okay?

Oh, no, I'm not. What happened to your no drugs policy, eh? I don't want Josh

seeing this ugly shit.

It's the baby door. He wouldn't have even registered it.

Not yet, but in a year's time he will.

I don't want him in a place where he's going to see dead bodies and junkies

shooting up.

Look, I took my eye off the ball.

I've got to shut it down now. It's going to stop.

Really?

Yeah.

Have Anderson brought up to see me?

After what's happened with Nash, I'm completely freaked out. I can't even

talk to him.

Anderson,

the governor wants to see you.

Careful.

Hi,

everyone.

Who's here to see Kim?

Pay our condolences for Cindy Lou.

Yeah,

big loss.

Oh, we were wondering what you were doing in H2.

What?

I just wanted to see Boomer. I wanted to come and... Oh, so you weren't planning

drugs on Frankie then?

No way. Is that what she's saying?

Yeah. Is it because she ditched you?

She's such a bitch.

No.

B, I haven't done anything.

Hey, I'm not into drugs. Do you know that?

That's a fucking lie to me.

You know my policy.

You're going to pay Kim so are your little mates.

You won't know when I'm coming for you, but when I do, I'm going to smash you.

I'll be

mother,

shall I?

Sugar?

Two, thanks.

That's not best for a baby. Let's make it one.

Where is he?

With Jess Warner, Governor.

The police have charged Nurse Taylor with drug

trafficking.

He's looking at another seven years.

I don't believe it was him, Governor.

Yeah, it's difficult, isn't it, when there's been such a breach of trust?

Betrayal of any kind can be so destructive.

Gianna, you remember her?

She made a number of poor choices, who she was involved with, what she put into

her body, that sort of thing.

I couldn't save her or her baby.

I would hate to see such a tragedy repeated.

I'm not involved in anything like that.

And I don't believe Nash was either, Governor.

Well, unfortunately, the facts say otherwise.

And I see, despite my warnings, you continue to associate with Bea Smith.

It's hard to avoid her, Governor. She's in my unit.

But I'm not her crew.

All I want to do is look after my baby. That's my only interest.

Try the biscuit.

Go on.

Oh, well, the police are satisfied that you're not involved in Mr Taylor's

scheme. But they have requested you undergo drug testing.

Just to be sure.

Doreen, your samples will have certain trace hormones due to the fact you're

breastfeeding. If there's any attempt to switch, it will be fairly obvious.

Let's not have a repeat of last time.

Oh, lovey.

Are you all right?

Are you okay?

Ferguson's going to try and take Joshua away.

She can't do that.

Oh, you don't reckon?

She's put me in for a drug test.

But you don't use drugs.

I think she set me up. I mean, she gave me something to eat.

I don't know. Maybe she wants me. Maybe she wants my baby. I don't know.

How are you doing in there?

Oh, yeah, OK.

Here, I'm done. Thanks, Doreen.

We'll have the results back as soon as we can.

The governor's insisting on that.

Miss Atkins.

Can I talk to you?

He's so beautiful, Doreen.

I'm absolutely wrapped for you.

Look at that little mouth.

It's absolutely perfect.

Dore, what's wrong?

Look, things are bad here.

Will you?

Would you take Josh?

Take him.

Take him where?

Just away from here.

Can you look after him for me, just until I get out? Door.

Look, I know it's a big ask, and you need some time to think it over, but

just don't take too long, okay?

But he's only two weeks old.

At least keep him for a few months.

You know, you're breastfeeding.

I know.

But every day he stays in here, he's in danger, and that's worse.

Much, much worse. worse. I need him safe.

Well? You said I could leave here if I gave you permission for a cavity search.

Yeah.

Get it over with.

Leave her.

Shouldn't I stay?

Off they come.

Are you okay?

What do you think?

Booms?

What?

I really need a favour.

Should I do the trick? Thank you, Booms.

A pair of juice and canola.

You've swallowed them, haven't you?

I didn't have much choice, did I?

You've come as a bitch, eh?

Mother of all bitches.

I'm a responsible member of... What?

Just piss off and leave me to it.

Yes, I am.

Fine.

I've accepted that what I did was wrong.

And I'm a good person.

I've taken up an advanced diploma in legal studies at Callum Uni.

I've undertaken leadership positions in all my work details.

And I've encouraged other inmates to do the same.

And I've completed all anti-recidivist programs available to me.

I'm not a good person!

I am a good person.

And I am a responsible member of society.

I fucking killed Meg Jackson!

She shat on me like Mum did.

And that's what I hang on to when I see her dying. I pretend it was Mum.

I've accepted that what I did was wrong.

I'm responsible, there's no question of that.

And that's what I hang on to when I see her dying. I pretend it was Mum.

Thank you for eating.

Boomer tells me you've got a gut full of heroin.

It's none of your business.

You need to get yourself to medical now.

Doing more time is better than dying.

I'd rather die.

I'm not going to let you do that.

Get up.

You ready, Doyle?

Yeah.

It's Bennett.

How long is this going to take?

What do you think?

Are you on the flip side, Red?

Francesca Doyle.

Your Honour.

Do you feel you're ready to be a responsible member of society?

Yes. Yes, I am.

I've accepted that what I did was wrong and I've worked hard to earn the right

to an early release.

taking an advanced diploma in legal studies at Callum University.

And I've assisted other... Oh.

No.

I've, um... Miss Doyle, are you all right?

Yeah. Sorry.

I've, um...

I'm not going to lie to you.

I don't know.

I know why I chucked hot oil at that guy.

And it had nothing to do with him.

It was about me.

I was an angry person and that anger had control of me.

I realised I had a lot to change, and I worked bloody hard to do it.

It's maybe not hard enough.

But I do know that I don't ever want to go back to being that angry girl in the

kitchen.

That's the truth.

Thank you.

You can take a seat.

Thank you.

Miss Westfall, your statement, please.

I have worked in corrections for nearly 20 years now, so I am no new hand here.

But I have never treated a client with such potential as Frankie Doyle.

Now, she has been utterly honest with you here today.

Maybe too honest.

But she has faced up to herself and acknowledged that no one has complete

control. She is a work in progress, and she understands that.

I think that is important.

I believe she's as ready for parole as anyone could be.

Thank you, Miss Westfall.

Miss Ferguson.

No objection to parole, Your Honour.

Thank you for your brevity, Governor.

Miss Doyle, is there anything else that you would like to add before this...

Miss Doyle.

Miss Doyle, are you not well?

No, I think I'm... Can I... Can I be excused, please?

Can... Can we be excused?

I think perhaps we should suspend this hearing, Your Honour.

Escorted to medical.

I'd rather spew mine, so thank you very much.

Thank you.

What the hell?

Where are you going?

Mr. Johnson!

Fucking get them!

Mrs. Johnson, please!

You!

You killed my wife!

What? Don't fucking try to fucking deny the right!

Go on, Frankie, admit it.

Frankie, admit it!

Tell the truth, for once in your life, Frankie. Just tell the truth, please.

You did it, didn't you?

Hey!

It was an accident.

Just do it.

Do it, I don't blame you.

I'd do the same.

I've looked you in the eyes that many times, and I've seen your pain.

You deserve it.

I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson.

Yeah.

No, they can't go anywhere.

Why is she taking so long?

I thought she was okay.

Have you got anything, Doreen?

Yeah, she's having a visit with her sister-in-law.

Why didn't she tell me?

What answering do you know, is she?

No, I just wanted to know where she was.

Hey.

Frankie. Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Are you sure?

Yeah, for fuck's sake.

Hey, Jess.

I've got a plumbing job for you.

What? Hey, Frankie, don't flush.

Mr. Fletcher, can we please talk?

How many times do I have to tell you I'm not interested?

Okay, those drugs you're after?

The ones that Ferguson's holding you accountable for.

What if I told you where you could find them? Hmm? Can we talk then?

Please, please, you've got to believe me.

No, no, no, no, no. I don't know how that shit got into my mattress, okay?

It's not mine.

It's the one that was lying there.

You're full of surprises, Mr. Fletcher.

Try and keep up the good work.

Sorry.

No, you're right.

You said you signed all the papers?

Yeah. The nurse was really helpful.

She explained it's just temporary custody, not like adoption.

She said it's really common, Dore.

Happens all the time.

Lots of women don't think prison's a good place for their baby.

I'll bring him as often as I can.

It's a long way from Aubrey with a baby.

We'll manage.

And by the time he's walking, you'll be out.

No, you're all right for money.

We'll be fine.

Okay.

I don't think I've forgotten anything.

Nothing.

I'll get some more tomorrow.

Reckon you'll be needing this, Blake.

Won't he?

This.

We better get going, doll.

I've got to make that train.

Everything all right, Mr. Jackson?

It's all fine.

You look like you've had a rough day.

Don't touch tape.

Thank you.

I really mucked her around.

I am sure she understands.

And if you ever find you struggling...

You could elect to share custody.

Maybe even go for a weekend sign-out. Let Josh stay with me. I won't be

changing my mind again.

Okay.

Your drug test came back clean, by the way. So that's good news.

I was looking all over for you.

V said you were going to send Joshy away.

Doreen's actually decided that she's going to be keeping Josh with her. How

can you even consider doing that?

I can't believe you didn't tell me.

Well, it's really up to Doreen and her sister, Jess. But I'm his other carer.

Yes, and you're not his mother.

Thank you, Miss Atkins. You've been very kind.

This is what I was afraid of.

She's really struggling.

What do you mean?

Sending her baby off with a complete stranger.

That beautiful boy's not safe with her.

All right. There's no one else here.

Kim Chang.

Saluted. Yeah.

So are you ready to take on Ferguson then?

I hope you've got a bigger army than me.

Hey.

Yeah, are you right?

I did something today that made me realise what I put Su-Yeon through

before she died.

And what I put you through.

And all the people I've hurt.

Mr Jackson, Su-Yeon, Boomer, Kim, you.

I'm sorry, Luis.

You have more than done your time here.

You have. Listen.

Listen.

And you have had a big change of heart and mind.

And I reckon that's what makes you worthy for parole. That's what makes you

worthy. Okay?

That's what makes you worthy.

Yes?

You're a good mum, Liz.

I'm not.

And so is a good kid.

Yeah, well, you've been the one looking after her. Because you wouldn't let me

do it, would you?

Yeah, but she needs a mum.

And so did you, love.

That's an old excuse.

And it's not good enough anymore.