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What happened to your pips?

Dry cleaners must have forgotten them.

You can't interpret.

Pay up before you're a fucking dead man.
Take your fucking money.

Our little arrangement is over.

Figures want to take your agro out on
each other as long as it's mutual and of

your own free will.

Knock yourselves out.

You want to fight?

Yeah. No, I'm fucking great at punching
tits, all right? So yeah, I want to

fight. You can't fight. It's my choice.

So choose me.

Information's power.

You got low.

Dirt files and stuff? Yes, exactly. She
was at the same bar with my boy the

night he was attacked. She might know
something.

She doesn't remember. How can you be so
sure? She's my sister.

Went to that bar with Shelly. He raped
her. I just belted him and I ran.

I didn't know he was Danny Venter.

Will. Jake, it's the Palmer.

Yeah, I'm standing right next to him
now.

Vera? Where's Vera?

What's happened? Where's Vera? No, I'm
okay.

I'm okay.

You

should

find somewhere else to stay, at least
for the short term. I am not moving out

of my house. I view this as a warning,
Miss Bennett.

If she wanted to hurt me, why didn't
she?

This is typical Ferguson playing a
fucking mind game.

We'll get all the detected and leave a
car stationed outside.

You shouldn't stay here.

Where should I stay, Jake?

I am not about to be scared out of my
home by her.

Why don't we stay around for a bit?

No, no, go.

Obviously, I'll be well protected. I'll
see you tomorrow.

Are you sure? Yes, I'm sure, okay? I
fucking buried it.

Did you bury me deep enough?

How deep did you dig?

Two feet? Three?

But then you couldn't dig anymore, could
you?

Couldn't see it through.

You've always lacked courage.

No moral fortitude.

Your wife was murdered. You forgave her
murderer.

Your best friend betrays you. You
forgive him too.

Now this place is...

Squeezed you like a lemon.

And yet, here you still are. I'm not
going to let you fucking get inside my

hippie cave.

Too late, Mr Jackson.

Don't tell me. Milk's off?

Uh,

yeah, yeah.

Bread isn't fresh either. Toasted on the
blink.

We'll just have to see when a joke
happens.

Sierra 1 calling Sierra 6.

This is Sierra 6. Go ahead.

Police are at the gatehouse.

Okay. Send them through. I'm on my way.

Is that about Ferguson?

Why would it be about Ferguson?

Cops want to charge Connors over Costa's
assault.

Rita Connors, we are here to formally
charge you with the assault of Vicky

Costa. I must inform you that you
didn't... I haven't heard from you in a

while. She's got a dirt file.

A what?

A file.

Nasty shit on a lot of people. That's
how Mari controls them. Including

whoever is Winter's protector.

I'd bet on it. We find that file, we ID
the bastard.

So where is it? In here?

Fuck knows.

I need more time. How long?

So bottom line is you're no closer.

No, I am close, Jonesy.

I can feel it. I just need a little...
We only agreed to this because you

convinced us that you could pull it off.
Yeah, I can.

So who's protecting Winter?

Oh, don't give me that fucking look,
Mick. I'm on top of this.

You can't pull the pin. That's not your
call, Detective.

We need a name.

Twist.

Yes.

Twist more.

That's enough.

She wimped out on me.

But I'm willing to give you another go.

I'm retired.

You owe me a fucking fight, you and
Boomer. I'm not going to punch Boomer.

She's my mate. Oh, you wish.

Oh, not the mate bit, because we are,
but like the punch and the beating

stuff. Oh, you wish.

I've got a better option for you anyway.

Oh, yes?

Cherry. That rice cracker, are you
serious?

Tomorrow. Be ready.

Oh, I'll be ready.

It's all in the feet, right?

Watch, watch, watch.

Hey, shut up.

Lucas is coming in today.

Hey, Lucas is coming in.

Good news.

What about Danny?

Maybe. He said it's important.

How did you go with the cops?

Formally charged me.

Thanks.

I never forget a favor.

Your sister's certainly fallen on her
feet.

What?

Like, take the time out.

I don't know.

Come on then.

Ooh, okay.

One, two, three, four.

Liz. What? Community chest.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank
you. Thank you. Thank you.

Watch it.

I'm going to tell the kids.

I'm going to ruin the sight of your
naughty.

I'm going to let them know.

I think that's great.

I know I'm the one with dementia, love.

But you've landed for mine. And there's
a till.

Told you.

What the fuck are you doing?

What does it look like?

You're taking a big bloody risk.

What, screwing in the middle of the day?
Oh, Ali.

What about her?

She and Murray were lovers, eh?

Yeah, both.

No, Murray's still keen on her. You
being with Ali keeps Murray's eye on

you. You don't need that room.

Can you get out so I can get dressed?

Forensic report on the gloves came back
negative for DNA.

So she never wore them?

Well, she's being careful.

But the boot tread on the carpet looks
like a match for Ferguson's shoe size.

So it could be Ferguson. I'm banking on
it being her.

I'm hoping you're her Achilles heel.

Terrific. We'll keep watching your
house.

Who is he?

Name's Gregory Turkle. Turk.

We believe he's an associate of
Ferguson's who aided with her escape.

Why do you think that? We traded a
$90,000 payment from Ferguson to Turkle

the day before Nils Jesper was killed.

Mr. Stewart, can I have a word?

Gregory Turkle.

Turk.

What about him? The day before Neil
Jesper was murdered, Ferguson paid him

$90,000.

How do you know? Write his note.

You were in debt to Kirk over drugs, and
the day before Jasper is shot, Ferguson

wipes your debt.

What's your point?

What'd you do for that money, Jake?

Did you kill Jasper?

Did you murder Nils Jasper? No.

I don't believe you.

It's not true.

Vera, it's not...

I already made copies.

By trying to wipe it, you've told me
everything I need to know. I'm giving

this to the police, Jake.

You taught me one thing, and this is my
insurance.

It's over.

Vera knows.

What? No, not about you, about Jasper.
What I did, she fucking knows.

She's going to go to the cops. You're
going to tell them everything.

Well, maybe it's what you deserve.

Yeah.

What if I go down? Well, fucked if I'm
going alone.

Yes, Vera Bennett.

Governor of Wentworth.

Can you tell Detective Collins I need to
speak to him?

That's right. Soon as he can.

Well... What is it?

You can't doberman.

He told you?

Did he send you up here? Do you know?

What he did.

Then why the hell are you protecting
that criminal?

I don't want to protect him.

I need to protect him.

No.

No!

After everything he has done, he is
going to jail. Vera. He is a murderer.

So am I.

I found out about the escape first, told
Will, came up with a plan.

We had no idea Doyle was involved.

We didn't know whose plan it was.

We thought we'd stopped it.

And we just arranged for Ferguson to go
instead.

How'd you kill her?

I buried her.

You what?

He buried her alive.

She didn't... Didn't what?

Dig her way out.

She's dead.

Then who is stalking me? Who is leaving
black gloves on my fucking pillow, Will?

Governor, Detective Collins is on line
one.

Tell the detective I'll call him back.

Are you going to... Get out.

Both of you.

I said get out.

Tell me the words exactly.

Yeah, gorgeous.

Yeah, well, I ain't living on beer and
bloody donut kebabs. I miss your

cooking. That shit will clog your
arteries, Ray.

Hey, listen, Reeds.

You've been in here.

It's made me think of some pretty big
stuff.

I'm bloody useless without you.

I don't just mean you're cooking. I mean
it.

Mean what? You and me.

Sticking together.

I know.

We will. Promise.

You stand by me.

Make an honest man of me.

Marry me, Reeds.

What do you want me to say?

Well, yes or no.

It's usually one of those two answers.

Need to think about it?

No, there's no one.

Fine.

I'll give you an answer.

Tomorrow.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna book the bloody
visit on the way out.

I'm a patient bastard.

Someone's got a sense of humour. They
put me in Proctor's old cell. So how'd

you go with Lucas?

It's not about Danny.

It's about the rat.

The tip-off came from someone in here.

Someone who got their hands on that
phone after you called Pasquale.

There's only one person who could have
been.

Why can't you see what she is? Because I
need more than your jealousy to bury

Rita. Okay.

We'll flush her out.

Lizzie, I'm really hungry. Can you,
like, get a rigolong?

Why is there so much choice?

Yeah, hot dogs, hot dogs, hot dogs.

Go the hot dogs, Liz, they're not bad.

Can't bugger up a hot dog.

Oh,

thank you, love.

And the butchers have got the full
amount?

20 kilos, premium, medium, foot's great.

Dutchies pub?

Yeah, two o'clock tomorrow.

Check her out.

Tomorrow she's toast. I'll snap her in
half, eh? Well, if you eat all that, you

can just fart on her.

Hey, Cherry, I'm going to turn you into
a sushi roll.

Oh, I'm Chinese, you dumb elephant.

Oh, good comeback.

No.

You're dead.

Will they never be clean?

You are dead.

You are dead.

Clean that shit up.

Uncle Frank, what's your favourite
niece?

Rita, good to hear from you.

How's Aunty Pat?

Aunty Pat's hungry for news.

She's still seeing that Dutchman fella,
the one in Footscray?

Tell Aunty Pat when I get out of here,
we're going to have the biggest,

deadliest barbecue.

Go to the butcher?

and get 20 kilos of the prime beef
sausage.

Aunty Pat loves a barbecue.

Even in the middle of winter, they go
hand in hand.

Tell her I'll call tomorrow, 2pm.

Tomorrow, 2pm, right-o. See you.

Hey. Hey.

You got kids, Liz?

Yeah. Yeah, I do. I've got two.

A boy, Artie, and a girl, Sophie.

Nice.

What about you?

Yeah, I've got a boy.

You miss him in here, don't you?

Oh, yeah.

I mean, Artie and I don't have a lot to
do with each other, but Sophie and me,

we're pretty close.

Yeah.

You cherish that, Liz.

Yeah, I do.

Yeah.

Hey.

So you and Ruby?

She's a sweet kid. I'm really happy for
you.

Really.

Do you know Ruby was at the same bar
Danny was at the night of that?

He didn't tell you that?

No, I... I tried to talk to Ruby.

You know, just after he was there.

I mean, I mean, Zara may have been a bit
heavy-handed.

Why are you telling me this?

Maybe Ruby might know something that can
help.

You know, we need to find out who killed
our Danny.

I've got some pictures I'd like you to
show.

Your behaviour recently all makes
horrible sense to me now.

Help me understand. I need to
understand.

Why did you do it?

I saved her from that fire.

She was dead, but I pulled her out.

So everything that happened after that,
the B, you, the women, even Jake.

Well done.

She was toxic, yeah.

Just fucking cancer.

After the women decided to lynch her,
that was it for her.

If I didn't kill her, Cass would have
had to.

And I can't live with that.

Why didn't I just let her hang?

Why didn't I just let her hang?

She is controlling us.

If I go to the police, she wins.

She wins.

And she can't will.

Sophie.

Sophie.

Hey.

It's time to get up, love.

You're going to be late for school. Come
on.

More time.

More time.

I'm going to get you a Milo, aren't I?

Liz.

Come back to bed, Liz.

Must have been having a... What's that
thing called when you, you know, when

you wake up?

Sleepwalking? Yeah, yeah, that must have
been sleepwalking.

I'm sorry, love.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Come on, honey. Oh.

You OK?

Yeah.

Lizzie, you all right? Yeah.

Yeah, I'm all right. Just having a
little sleepwalk.

This is me.

Yeah.

Talk about freaking me out, eh?

She thought I was Sophie.

It's a grog.

It's like my syndrome, eh? It just fucks
with your brain cells.

Hey, I'm going to make a cup of you want
one?

No, I'm all right. I'll see you back in
bed, eh?

What the fuck is this?

Are you spying for her?

What? Mari?

No.

She just... She... She just asked if I
would show you these. I guess she was

hoping that you could identify them.
Whose fucking girlfriend are you?

Mine or Mari's?

Ruby, come on. Fuck you.

Ruby, come on. No. I don't... Hey.

Ruby.

Hey.

Ruby, can you at least let me explain?

Ali.

Well,

after that useless bloody kiss, I'm not
going to push things.

You don't have to make a decision. We
can just have a chat.

I know you, Ray.

Get something into that thick skull of
yours and you won't be satisfied until

it's all sorted one way or another.

Yeah, fuck it, you're right.

So let's sort it.

One way or the other.

The thing is... You think I'm going to
get killed, don't you?

Well, yeah.

I still have nightmares about that
bloody drive-by, waking up to bullets

flying through the bedroom window.

That's all sorted.

It is.

You saw it now with the butchers weeks
ago.

How? We had a sit-down, greeted to be up
to put.

We get drugs and gambling, and they get
proceeds and protection.

Everyone's happy.

What?

The butchers.

You sure they're not into drugs anymore?

Yeah, that's what I told you.

How sure, Ray?

It was their idea.

After all the shit we went through to
make the truth, there's no way they'd

break it.

Can I get out, please?

Hey.

This is Frank. Leave a message.

It's Rita.

Tell me, Pat, the Dutchman's no good.
He's no fucking good.

You want to start something?

Yeah. Ray, listen to me. For fuck's
sake, Rach. If you don't want to marry

me, just say so. Shut up and listen.

I do want to marry you, Ray.

And I love you.

But there's something you need to know.

I know.

Show me where you buried her.

I want you to take me there.

Why?

To prove you went through with it.

I fucking buried her, OK?

Maybe you did. I don't know.

Then maybe you had second thoughts and
dug her up.

Maybe you were too chicken shit to go
through with it and you made a fucking

deal with her. Are you serious right
now?

Someone's talking here. Maybe it was
you. How could it be me? I was with you

when it was happening.

Take me there.

Mr Jackson!

We'll take the day off. I'm okay.

That wasn't a request.

Don't trust Jake.

You know what he wants, don't you? He's
playing you.

He knows you're falling apart and he's
trying to pin it all on you so he gets

away scot-free.

I told you to go. I think it's Jake who
is stalking you.

Well, I thought so too, but... No, no,
he wants... He wants me to think that

she's still alive, so I'll be forced to
take him to where I buried her.

Why? If he knows where Ferguson's body
is, he can set me up to take the fall.

How can Jake have put the gloves on my
pillow? He was with you when it

happened. He could have done if he had a
partner.

I checked his phone.

He's been getting urgent messages from
someone who wants to meet him. Who?

Ah, someone called Turk.

What the fuck?

Fucking hell.

Let her go, Zara.

So you told your boyfriend, hmm?

About the little drug deal you overheard
us talking about with the butchers?

Didn't you?

I don't know what you're talking about.
She's lying.

Your gang, they showed up demanding the
drugs.

Only there weren't any drugs because we
set you up. And why would you set me up?

You're the fucking rat.

Okay. I told Ray, sure.

But only because I thought the butchers
were double-crossing them.

Bullshit. My loyalty is to the
conquerors, and that's just the way it

is. And I'm sorry if you're pissed off,
Murray, but my club means more to me

than anything, including you.

She's a snitch.

Shit all the cops.

The cops?

What? What'd they do?

She's playing us, Murray.

Conant, get your ass out of here.

Excuse me.

What the fuck was that about?

I had no choice.

So you send your bikey mates in there to
fuck up the thing. It was a set up,

Jonesy. There were no drugs. If you'd
have gone in there, you'd have blown my

cover. If you haven't done it now by
dragging me in here for this frigging

interview. Why was it a set up?

Winter and Drago are sus on me.

So is your cover still good?

I don't know.

But this is definitely a set back. I
just need more time to win Murray's

trust back. We don't have a lot of time,
Rita.

Maybe we can do something to speed
things up. Like what?

Just leave it with us. We'll sort it
out.

Turk!

Turk, it's me!

Oh, hi, mate.

Why are the cops all over me, Jakey? The
cops?

Why are they asking me questions about
the 90 grand? I don't know.

Second time I've had a gun in your face.

If you want to live, you better come up
with a better answer, and I don't

fucking know now what is going on. I...
Don't say it.

Let's go, Jack. Come on, let's go.

Are you going to tell her?

I was wrong.

Jake wasn't working with Turk.

Well, you could have just asked me. Then
I wouldn't have been there to save your

arse. Okay, just stop.

Did Ferguson ever say anything to you
about a shiny little crown?

My governor, Epileps, did she ever
mention anything to you about them?

No.

When Ferguson first arrived as a
prisoner, she taunted me. She said, I am

coming for that shiny little crown. It
was a private conversation. I have never

told anyone about it. A few weeks ago,
my epaulets went missing.

I blame the dry cleaner.

But given recent events... Well, maybe
she told someone about it. Well, maybe.

But the most likely person was Jake. And
if it wasn't him... What are you trying

to say?

Well,

that Ferguson...

Have you ever been back? Why would I go
back there?

To make sure the body is still there.

This is fucked!

You can't trust Vera either.

They both know you're the weak link.
They'll betray you.

No. No, not Vera. You know it.

Not Vera, never.

You know it. They'll both betray you.
No, you're wrong. They'll both betray

you. No, you're wrong. They'll both
betray you.

They'll both betray you. You're dead.

They'll both betray you.

Fuck you!

I'll do it.

I'll go back there tonight and make sure
she's there.

I'm coming too. No.

Yes.

I won't be satisfied until I see her
with my own eyes.

I need to see her too.

Have a go.

You're a fucking cake bitch.

I was fucking boxing.

Is that right?

I'll fucking fight you. You ought to

be ashamed of yourself.

What? I fucked up, okay?

But I swear to God, I'm not Mari's spy.

I love Danny.

He was like my little brother.

That's why I told Mari that I'd show you
those photos. I just want to help her

find out who killed him.

I freaked out.

I freaked out because I'm scared.

Scared of what? You and Mari.

You heard it.

Way in the past. Still, I can't compete
with her.

It's not a competition. I want to be
with you.

Not her.

Ah, okay.

We got word from the outside.

We know who the rat is.

Makes me very happy it's not you, Rita.

However, you did betray me to your
boyfriend.

I understand how important loyalty is,
how I respect our choice, but

unfortunately, I can never trust you
again, so you pick up the tray and move

to another table.

What do you want?

This is for Mari.

You fucking rat!

Thank you.

Uncle Frank, what the fuck did you do?

We fixed your mess.

They got their rat. I never asked you
to.