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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.