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This is for Mari.

Oh, you fucking rat!

Everything okay?

I was in the showers and I heard the whole thing.

You hurt Cherry?

There was a fucking witness. Cherry was the rat.

I was protecting you. You've done enough.

500k. Where the fuck are we going to get 500k from?

Even if we did pay, do you think that'd be the end of it?

Blackmailers don't stop.

She was under a mattress.

Blood on it. Someone planted it! No! You frame Jenkins.

Do not touch.

Birdsworth. I am the one who goes down if she talks.

I decide now.

And if she doesn't do something, we'll both wind up in prison.

I'll go down for conspiracy, but you fucking kill her, mate. You'll get a

life. She'll be able to pay up, you dumb fuck.

I'd like a transfer. What's wrong with H3? Liz isn't in it. I want to stick

close, keep an eye on her. Surely that's in your best interest, too.

Liz, I just want to die.

Who gave you the hot shot?

Smart.

Where's the rest of your stash? It's left at Red Boy's and you can't take it,

so hand it over.

I know what you did.

You raped her, you pig.

She wasn't complaining.

I need something, okay?

Thanks. I've got to get back there. Hey, can you make sure Taylor flushes the

rest of that gear? Because I don't want any other girls shoving rat poison in

their veins.

How's Mari?

What are you, Kat? I heard it was touch and go.

Sugar tits.

I woke up alone and thought you escaped without me.

I just wanted to make sure Mari was okay.

Whatever. Serves her right, eh?

IDing on that rubbish.

Yeah. She must have the constitution of an ox.

How's she going anyway?

Yeah, actually, she's got some really good news.

Someone on the outside got CCTV photos of that prick that hit Danny.

Oh, true.

Yeah, so if she was at the bar, they might be able to ID him. Great.

Hey, you coming to Brookie?

No, I've got to go find Taylor, but save me a seat in right now.

Oi.

I was getting photos in. More photos from the pub?

I don't know. Me hitting Danny.

They're from the cameras in the car park, I guess.

She's going to know it's me.

No, it's not going to show you. How do you know?

Photos like that are shit quality.

Unless it's a close-up of your face, it could be anyone.

What if it does show my face?

You would have been arrested already.

But it'll show what I'm wearing.

You'll be right.

Go eat your breakfast.

That gear she gave you, it's laced with rat poison. Come on, we've got to flush

it. The gun left.

What?

You used it all.

What, so you flushed it? Bullshit.

Where's the rest of it?

Daniel, what the fuck did you do with that gear? I didn't do nothing with it,

all right?

I told Kaz where I stashed it and she said she'd get rid of it for me.

Here we go.

I'm slow.

Ooh. What's that flavour?

Usual. Is it? Yep.

Fuck me!

Good to see you out.

I've come to charge.

With my shit record, I'm looking at six to ten.

This anterior is paralysed, eh?

All right, Burns, calm down. How can I calm down?

Some dog is saying I bashed her.

Do you know who it was?

Murray.

She set you up.

Right. I've already punished her. She's in medical.

Yeah? Well, I'm going to put her in the fucking morgue.

Do that and you'll cop another charge.

Let me handle it.

Stop acting like children.

No more cheap shots.

Sticking together is the only way we're going to get through this.

I told Will about Derek Channing blackmailing you.

Yet another inglorious chapter in the life and times of Jake Stewart.

What was that about cheap shots?

The more I think about it, the more it makes sense.

Channing knew Ferguson had it in for me.

And he'd be pretty pissed off taking the fall for everything. How would Channing

know what I did? He was here during this game. Well, maybe you weren't as careful

as you thought. Either way, we have to do something about it. Like what?

Bury him on top of Ferguson?

Oh, for Christ's sake, Jake. What then?

Pay him off?

Let's make sure it's him first.

How?

Are you sure this is the right place?

It's a bit weird for Channing.

Well, it's the address his wife gave me.

Apparently he went off the rails after losing his job.

Depression, got heavily into coke.

She told you that?

Yeah.

No love lost there.

Hang on.

I should get this. I'll go check it out. Okay.

Vera, they're not numbered.

Just gotta see if I can spot the car.

All right, see you then. Bye.

Vera.

What are you doing here?

I'm here. Vera!

Stop fighting me. What do you want from me?

What do you want from me?

Now the mighty have fallen.

But not you, Vera, no.

You're Teflon.

I hope I didn't crumple that neatly pressed uniform of yours.

So this is where you live.

I love fishing.

Doesn't look like you've been doing too much of it.

Well, that's because my work keeps me busy.

And what work would that be, Derek?

Take a look around, Vera.

We know what you're doing, Derek.

But here's the thing.

Blackmailing Vera is not going to work.

What are you talking about? Breaking into Vera's house, leaving the gloves on

her pillow, trying to make her think that Ferguson is still stalking her.

Ferguson is stalking you? When did this happen? Just cut the bullshit, okay? We

know it's you.

Someone is blackmailing you for what? What game are you playing?

I'm not playing any games, Vera.

This is serious business.

I'm hunting her.

Hunting her?

Yeah. That bitch is out there somewhere, and she has destroyed my...

I'm going to hunt her down like a dog and when I fucking find her... So you

think Ferguson is still here?

Of course she's still here.

She's a fucking cockroach.

I don't know how the hell she escaped, but she's not going to get away.

Now, these gloves.

The gloves in your house.

How long ago was that?

A week ago.

A week ago.

A week.

I thought that was a week ago.

She could be somewhere between here.

He's seriously unhinged. Coat to the eyeballs.

You think he's bluffing?

No. And if he thinks Ferguson is alive, then he can't be the blackmailer.

The photos were too low-res to ID the attacker, so they were never sent out.

Only a cop could have access to them.

What? Well, they were sent to a private imaging company to try to enhance them.

I put a lot more hands on them. Cop and civilian.

So is that all you got for us?

Yeah. Right.

Instead of interest, did the imaging give us anything new?

Uh, yeah.

Turned up a tattoo on the back of the guy's head. Yeah.

Above the hairline where the perp's head was shaved.

Double shafted arrow.

touch me like that? Has Ali?

Has Ali seen that tattoo on the back of your neck?

Answer me. Has Ali seen it? I don't know. No. Why?

Are you sure?

Are you sure, Rue? Yes, I'm sure. She would have said something.

What's going on, Rita?

Hello? What the fuck is going on?

Those photos?

The ones that Murray's getting in?

They show that tattoo on the back of your head.

How do you know?

fucking mates with the conquerors. He's got links with the cops.

Oh, shit.

What am I going to do?

Break up with Ali for a start.

What? You can't risk her seeing it. If Ali sees it and tells Mari, you're dead.

Fuck her off.

you had cherry bashed and that you framed Boomer for it.

Well, you seem to know a lot. You're going to tell the governor and you're

going to exonerate Boomer. And if I don't confess, Boomer will what?

Punch my tits in? Boomer won't come for you.

I will.

Hey.

I'm getting out of here soon.

I've got to find someone else to involve in your bullshit power games.

Would you call the Deputy Governor and Officer Stewart to my office, please?

Sure.

Oh, shit. You are fucking kidding me.

We've got no choice now. We have to pay the money.

What, you got any better ideas?

Because I'd really love to hear them.

Vera?

Sierra One calling Sierra Two.

This is Sierra Two. Go ahead.

Governor, we've got Derek Channing at the gatehouse. He's asking to see you.

I thought you said it couldn't be him.

Sierra One, issue Mr Channing a visitor's pass and send him up. Copy

that. Why is he here?

I don't know.

I'm staying.

No.

I'll see him alone.

Excuse me, Governor. Mr. Channing to see you.

Vera.

Long time no see.

What do you want?

My life back.

Luckily, you're in a position to give it to me. How?

Well, after you and Will left yesterday, I had an epiphany.

I always knew in my bones that that bitch had inside help to escape.

And I believe that help was you.

Me? Huh.

And now you're being blackmailed by somebody who's threatening to expose

you.

Fucking knew it.

It's Ferguson, Vera.

Ferguson? I can't believe you haven't figured it out.

I mean, you were desperate to get rid of her.

So you helped her escape.

Then she blackmails you for it.

That's fucking genius. It ain't a twisted, fucked up, psychotic way.

Well, here's the deal.

You're going to go to the police and you're going to tell them everything.

And I will be totally exonerated.

And why would I do that?

Because in exchange, I'll keep Will Jackson out of it.

It's obvious he's an accessory after the fact, and I know.

Well, I know you have a soft spot for the big fella.

I'm sure you wouldn't want to drop him in it.

So, I'm going to give you a day to come to terms with it.

I'm sure you'd do the right thing, Vera.

That's just the sort of person you are.

I'm surprised to see you, Derek.

Get used to it, honey bun.

What's that prick doing back?

That's fucking Jenny.

Put you on my friend.

Yeah, I am.

Well, is there something wrong, Puma?

You know what's wrong?

You dogged on me, didn't you?

Yeah? No. You told the screws that I bashed Cherry.

No. Yeah.

Who told you that?

Cass.

She lied to you. No.

No, you set me up.

You planted that battery stick in myself.

Now, Boomer, Kaz told you it was me because she hates me. And she's

protecting the person who really told the screws it was you.

Who?

Who's she fucking protecting?

Surely you can work that one out.

It's Liz.

Liz.

Who doesn't make shit up?

I know, I know she does, but unfortunately for us, people believe

what she says.

Yeah.

Yeah.

That's how we call this bluff.

Let Channing go to the police, see if they believe.

There's only one problem with that. Even though it wasn't me, there was an

officer involved, which makes it too close to the truth for comfort,

especially when the police decide to investigate.

Lincoln, open this door now!

You just open it!

So you here, Boomer, I thought you'd be in the slot.

Well, the slot doesn't seem to work for Jenkins, so I have decided to suspend

privileges. No phones, no visitors, no special spends and no Monte Carlos for a

month. And Jenkins has also assured me that she will help to repair the damage

she has done by revealing Birdsworth's condition to the wider prison

population. But you've got to look into Terry's passion.

That is a police matter.

But I will do what I can.

I've got Sonia's lawyer working on my parole.

I don't want that fucked up, all right?

Even a dumbass would know that.

Oh, I wasn't saying you're a dumbass.

I... Oh,

shit, shit, shit.

I was set up.

That's what I'm saying. I was set up. OK.

Right, so if you think you can still manage the situation, I will leave it to

you as to how Jenkins can best repair the damage she has done.

That horse is bolted. Horse is bolt, Proctor.

It's going to happen sooner or later.

Mr Stewart?

What is it, Noddy?

I saw Channing here before.

What's that creep doing here?

Is it about Ferguson?

What does he know?

We're dealing with him, okay?

If you need any dirt on him, let me know.

I'll talk to Mari.

How are you feeling?

Pissed off.

When things are falling to shit out there, there's fucking rat poison in my

gear.

Christ, my parole can't come soon enough.

Got the photos.

Shows the prick who did it.

Yeah, but you can't see his face.

No, he's wearing a dark hoodie.

We'll match it to the photos from the bar.

Did you do it?

Do you break up with Ellie? I can't.

I love her.

And I trust her. She wouldn't dobble me. You don't know that.

I think I can fix this.

Yeah.

There's still this.

We will find the prick, Marie, I promise.

And when we do, I'll kill him.

No.

That I want to do myself.

Ready? On the count of three.

One.

I told you

I'd handle it.

I'll sort Murray out.

Yeah, well, just saying you'll sort Murray out means jack shit.

I have to do what I've done.

What fucking right do you have to betray that confidence to treat Liv like that?

People have to know she's losing her marbles, right? She said I bashed

Sherry. Only to me, nobody else. And only because Mari got into her head.

Is that true?

Like, did you only tell Kaz?

I think so.

I mean, yeah.

And it's because I was confused. I wouldn't do it on your love.

I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry you're sick.

And I'm sorry I told the whole prison.

It's okay.

It's all right.

No, that's probably for the best anyway.

Hey.

I'm sorry you lost your Monte Carlo.

No, it's all right. I've got a secret station anyway. Don't worry about it.

What are you going to do to Mari?

What I should have done a long time ago.

You were the only one keeping this vendetta alive.

You're fighting a battle from ten years ago.

Oh, it's all one-sided, is it? Murray is just fucked up about her son.

She doesn't want to get involved in your bullshit power games. Right, so her

trying to kill Liz, what was that about?

What?

She tried to get me to top it off with a hot shot. I stopped Liz.

So you tell me, Ellie.

What do you think I should do about this?

I think poisoning Murray is punishment enough.

Just quietly?

No. You need to pick a side, Papa.

I'm not going to do that again.

Come in, I want to show you something.

What's this?

It's a tattoo on the bathroom's head.

Did this help you find out who it is?

away from Cav.

She can't let this grudge go. She won't let it go.

She's going to try and come for you.

Come on, I'm not afraid of her.

Well, you should be.

You already tried once.

That girl?

She poisoned me?

Listen, just promise me.

Okay, you've only got a short time left in you. Just stay away from Kaz.

How's the pain?

It only hurts when I breathe.

It's going to take a while to heal.

Well, lucky I have a head full of scar, babe.

Won't look out of place then.

Still going to need to be careful.

I'll leave you to it then.

Hey, stranger, where you been?

What, you be missing me?

Yeah, I sure have.

Oi, Liv.

Yeah? Got that 50 you owe me?

What? Oh, don't tell me you don't remember.

Oh, knock it off. Just said you promised to munch on a fur burger.

Shut your fucking mouth.

Or your what?

Or you'll what, Kaz?

Flip them some gear lace with rat poison?

You made your choice.

Still reckon she wouldn't dog you?

You crossed Kaz.

What? Kaz was your best friend and you picked Mari over her.

No, no, no. It wasn't a choice. What is it then?

I tried to kill Mari.

For what? You told Mari everything.

I tried to warn her. I didn't want anybody to get hurt.

I didn't think that she would call Kaz on it.

That's the thing, eh?

The people you love, they surprise you.

I can't trust you.

Oh, what?

That's it.

We're done.

We're done!

Hey. Hey. My surprise?

No.

Derek Channing.

Shit.

It's a blast from the past.

I need some information to control him. Maybe you might be able to help?

Maybe.

What's in it for me?

Please.

Okay. But I'll need access to a computer and a printer, yeah?

Yeah.

Thank you, Miles.

Well, it's good that you're here too.

You'll be pleased to know that when this all blows over, I'll be keeping you on

as my deputy.

It's going to blow over a lot quicker than you think.

Xavier, will you be calling the police or shall I?

No, I won't be calling the police, Derek.

And neither will you.

What game is this?

It's a lot of technical paperwork that I don't really understand.

Detailing your co-ownership of a number of illegal brothels.

You don't need to be a technical genius to understand what's going on there.

So Ferguson gave you this, did you?

I can't possibly reveal my sources, Derek.

Psycho bitch!

She's still fucking with me!

Miss Miles, would you escort Mr. Channing out, please?

Make sure he returns his visitor's pass.

Is that when you're coming back? Fuck off, Linda.

Should I ask where you got all this?

No.

So what do we do now?

I think we have to pay the ransom.

Flush them out.

Who's that guy behind you? I don't remember.

Fuck.

Rodney. Hi, Murray.

So, I trust you have good news about my parole?

I'm afraid I... I have less than cheery news, Murray.

Chamberlain, the doctor you assaulted.

Last week, he was out walking his dog. He dropped dead.

Autopsy report came back a couple of days ago. Died of a brain bleed.

What? A bleed just beneath the spot where you struck him in the head.

So, um... The DPP wants to pursue a manslaughter charge against you. They're

asking for a minimum 10-year sentence.

We will fight it.

It's not a fatal conflict.

One of my cancers has been convicted.

There's a precedence for delayed homicide, approximately. Just give it to

me straight, Rodney.

Mari? Fucking hypocrite. What are you doing?

You tried to poison me. Cut that out.

Cut, cut, cut, cut.

Yeah, do it.

You're dead.

What was the alarm?

Some shit fight in the laundry.

Move through, lady.

Back to your unit.

Hey.

Where's Mari?

She's in the slot.

Why? She attacked Kaz.

Hurry up.

Move through.

Hey, Ruby, can we talk, please?

Did you think I had a place to go?

Since you've stopped believing.

I've had to put on my own show.

I know what you did.

She wasn't complaining.

God, that's all we need.

B.

Smith's grave. What the fuck?

You still want to go through with it?

Do we have a choice?

Drop it again! Drop it!

Fuck off!

Drop it!

Let me go!

I thought you said it couldn't be him.

I'm not the fucking Blackmailer. So what are you doing here?

I was following Vera.

I'm here to get Bergen.

Alan, 489.

Go ahead, 489.

What about the coordinates you gave us?

Go ahead.

Looks like the tip-off is good.