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You ever thought about this?

Do you have ringing? Not LSD.

You say you went on a bender with your friends and missed Perfume. You didn't

see me and you know nothing about any of this.

I just saw Mari in the visitor's office. She's got this creep to do something to

Ruby and now you're reporting back to her. Where's Ruby? I don't know.

Please don't do it! No, no!

Where is she? I don't know!

Ellie, don't! Please!

Ruby's okay.

Murray's been telling the truth.

At a rendition, we can take you offshore and basically do whatever we want with

you.

We have the power to hold you indefinitely.

What's going on? Move.

Beautiful day, isn't it?

Jump scare.

We'll have to try a little harder.

You're being extradited to the States.

I just heard from the Attorney General's office.

The U.S. are initiating proceedings against you.

Enjoy the view.

Where you're going, there won't be much natural light.

I want to call my dad.

Not happening.

Get up. Not until I can make a phone call. On your feet, now.

Don't push me, Brian. Or what? You'll get the pepper spray.

Go on, do it. Give me something to take to my lawyer.

Grab it.

I'm not really requesting a phone call.

I want to talk to my father.

Shut the fuck up. My circumstances have changed and I demand a review of my

privileges. This is a violation of my rights.

I want a meeting with my lawyer and a phone call.

Hey, what's going on?

Ask Judy Assange.

The US wants to extradite me.

Shit. Shit.

What's that mean?

It means throwing me in a hellhole in the States.

I've got to talk to my dad or I'm fucked.

Can you get a phone?

Lou's got a burner, yeah.

Good luck getting that.

Hey, we're going to sort something out, OK?

How are we going to sort it?

Try red. If you want a phone, what about the call centre?

Yeah, where's my red carpet, you bitches?

Turn me off!

Oh,

I missed you.

What the hell happened?

I just got on the piss with a mate.

Missed my kid a few.

Are you fucking kidding me?

What?

I'm sorry for causing you any grief, Alia.

What's their problem?

I don't know.

Hey, I'm really sorry.

You're sorry?

Don't be mad at me.

I thought you were dead.

I thought Mari had you killed. I was this close.

The time frame for the extradition is yet to be confirmed.

Having spoken to Mr Jackson, I'd like to remind you all that Bryant's privileges

remain fully suspended.

That means no visitors, apart from her lawyer, and no phone calls.

Any questions?

Good. Dr Miller, you have an update on Joan Ferguson.

Yes, I've been assessing Ferguson over the past week.

I maintain that she's suffering from a severe disassociative fugue state.

Amnesia?

Yes. But apart from that, she's mentally failed. Well, generally,

yes. Then I see no good reason why she can't be returned to general.

No way. Anne, you can't be serious. The last time Ferguson was out there, the

woman hanged her from a basketball rink. You heard Greg. There's no justification

to keep her inside.

No, that doesn't mean that she's ready to go back to general. And I will not

have Psyche turned into a pseudo-protection unit. Anne, she's too

fragile. We'll be exposing her to hostility that she doesn't even

comprehend. We don't have the budget for special treatment.

Ferguson is not going into general.

End of discussion.

Shall we continue this elsewhere, Mr Jackson?

If you release her, you will have a death on your hands. Not if everyone

does their job properly. I have compromised enough over this. Ferguson

is a psychopath.

Miller has no idea. For God's sake. She has amnesia.

So that's it.

Our experience counts for absolutely nothing.

Of course it does. Yeah, but the decision's been made.

All right.

I quit. I will. No, Ferguson shouldn't even be in Wentworth. If you won't

listen to reason, I can't work with you.

Maybe that's for the best. If he walks?

You will lose half the senior staff by the end of the week. Vera, you're

exaggerating. And, listen to me, the staff have a history with him and they

will follow him.

Including you.

I really have to speak to my dad. I cannot help you this time, Wyatt.

Please, I'm begging you.

I am sorry. The answer is no.

Promising news, eh?

The amnesia?

I can almost forgive Greg Vayntrych by who, but you of all people. He's a

shrink. He knows what he's talking about.

Oh, Jesus, Jake.

Is this pretense really worth getting torn apart?

Because I guarantee the women will not be sucked in.

And I'm not going to save you this time.

Admit you're a psychopath.

We can keep you in here.

Are you saying that they attacked me before?

Oh, cut the crap. No one's looking.

You might have convinced Dr. Miller.

But don't think for us.

Have it your way.

I hope for your sake the women make it quick.

Kelly. Hello. Oh, yeah?

That one's popular.

Oh, you sound surprised, Mrs. Stewart.

Thank you.

Wait.

So these are soaked with LSD. Hey, be careful. Don't hold them for too long.

I'll cut them into tabs if you like.

I'll give you 30% no more. 40, 20 for me, 20 for Rev.

Thanks, Ma.

Hey, babe.

Take this out.

We only got ten grand to go.

Dice and dice, baby.

What the fuck do you want?

How much to borrow your phone?

Oh, I'm sorry, honey, I don't have one.

I'll pay double.

You know, I would absolutely love to give you one. It's just that I don't

have one.

Bye-bye.

Make it quick.

international cause hello this is susan calling from maynard market research

am i speaking with gavin you sure are how are you today susan

hey yeah good thanks yeah

i'm conducting some exciting research on chocolate and i was wondering if you

could spare a few minutes to answer some questions

I could talk about chocolate all day.

Yeah, me too.

But when the doctor told me I was lactose intolerant, it was the worst day

of my life.

Yeah. I don't even think I could live without choccy, eh?

I've had to find my pleasures elsewhere.

Oh, yeah.

Like where?

Oh, well, I'm not sure we know each other well enough yet, Susan.

Yes.

Take your break.

Shit.

Why aren't you working?

No, I've got cramps.

Crap. Is it over? Sit down, Nova.

I can't work if my headset's not working.

I don't know, it's broken.

I've got to go to the dunny really, really badly.

It's coming out.

It's coming out.

Dad,

Dad, it's me, Judy.

It's not hurting anyone.

No!

I mean it, Jenkins.

Don't hang up your ministers to talk to her dad.

I've got people with me. Don't hang up.

They want to extradite you. Now's not the time.

Get up.

You need to do something.

The supervising officer has been dismissed.

You sacked the wrong one.

You know Bryant has no phone access.

It doesn't mean that you can hit people with a baton. Miss Miles has been given

an official warning.

Oh, fuck.

You might be thankful for tougher security.

Ferguson is moving into general.

I'm really sorry, Ellie, but I'll make sure we have eyes on her at all times.

You moved me out of the laundry so she'd go into the date.

Apparently, Ferguson is suffering from severe memory loss. How could you let

this happen?

I know this must feel like a bitch hole, but it is out of my hands.

Which is why I've resigned.

Who's taking over from you, Linda and her baton?

I'm not sure.

You're a fucking coward!

It must be really nice being able to just walk away.

What happens if I stand down?

Leave the women to Lou Kelly?

To the freak?

You're lucky you've got choices, Mr Jackson.

I was so close.

Just ten seconds more.

I can't believe we missed friggin' lunch.

I can't believe you got fucking hit.

I'm gonna help you make a formal complaint.

If we do nothing, then we're saying her cruelty's okay.

Oh, well.

Tough titties, eh?

Hey, you deserve better than this, Boomer.

Yeah, you do.

You might not think so, but we do.

Hey.

What happened with Mr. J?

The freak is coming to general.

What?

Oh, wait. I thought she was being transferred.

So did I.

Oh.

Shit.

It's going to be okay.

Yeah.

I'm not going to let her hurt anyone.

Promise.

Yeah, we know.

Think of it as a day release for your mind to get all that freedom without

finding out your piece of shit boyfriend fucked your best mate.

She's not even trying to hide it, eh?

Lou just flipped Linda a note.

So she is there again.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Why go to the trouble of leaving notes when you could just talk to her in

private? Why would Lou Kelly do anything?

Thanks for the info on Bryant.

Under no circumstances can she use a phone. Righto.

You got any history with Joan Ferguson?

I mean, I know that she's the pin-up for crazy.

No, I got transferred straight after she became governor.

She's being released back into general.

I want you to protect her.

No.

Looking after winners is one thing.

Ferguson...

I don't want her anywhere near Rev. She won't be any trouble.

She's got amnesia.

Are you sitting me?

So I got a deal?

It's totally up to you.

I suppose it gets down to how much Rev wants that top surgery.

Thank you.

Good. That's a bit more babysitting.

Tripping off their teeth.

Just keep moving, yeah?

G'day, Jane.

I'm Lou.

and me and Reb's unit.

Come on.

Yeah, for you not to be here, but I don't really have a say in that.

It's my job to protect you from those fuckers.

And I'm actually quite good at whatever I put my hand through, so lucky

you.

However, if you try any of your psycho shit, Tony,

I will throw you to the pack.

And if you so much as look at Rev the wrong way, I will talk your

throat out myself.

God, you smell good. Is that moisturizer?

You shouldn't have.

Fingers in the freak.

Fuck me.

What a nightmare.

Maybe they'll kill each other.

Are you okay, Ali?

Of course.

Hey, Goldie.

Wait.

You know you're going to have to get on top of this, eh? Lou, she's like, she's

dealing. She's not even trying to hide it.

And now it looks like the freak's under her wing.

Go ahead, kill her.

Lou as well. If I want to stay top dog, that's what I've got to do, right?

Guys, my lawyer's going to petition the ombudsman to let me call my dad.

Oh, that's good. Yeah.

Well, I mean, I don't like his chances.

He's got about as much authority as a telly does. See you guys later.

Is he okay?

Yeah, yeah. She's just got a lot of shit to deal with.

So, I've been thinking there might be something else we can do to get me phone

access.

Like what?

We drop a note for Linda in the laundry, pretending to be Lou, telling her to

meet in the kitchen.

Then we jump her, leverage her to let me call my dad.

How?

By threatening to expose her little arrangement.

Yeah, Lou would get bashed, but not smiled.

Yeah, why would she care?

Well, I don't think she'll want to give up her valuable snitch.

Come on, we'll put a pillowcase or something over her head.

I'll do all the talking, and so long as you guys stay quiet, she'll never

recognise you.

What do you think?

I guess I owe you one.

Have you got a minute?

I've completely underestimated how... respected you are by your colleagues.

And as general manager, that's a pretty shameful admission.

I've already made up my mind, Ed. And I respect that.

And I'm not asking you to stay.

Not yet, anyway.

So why are you here?

Vera.

She thinks the world of you.

And God love her, she's pretty fond of me too, so... I think that you and I

should try and get to know each other a bit better.

Yeah, I think it's a bit late for that. Oh, come on.

Just quiet drink somewhere, away from the stresses of this place.

See if we can find some common ground.

They call me the freak.

The hatred, it's in them.

Do you know why they're reacting like that?

No.

Do you want to know why?

I need some parameters.

Like that tank?

Yeah.

I want to know what Joan Ferguson did.

I want to remember.

If indeed she is who I am.

Let me ask you.

Is the act of remembering important to you?

What do you mean?

I could tell you right now the crimes that she committed.

True, but then I wouldn't understand why.

Will you help me?

To remember?

Yes, of course.

Are you going to have a drink with him?

Did you put her up to it?

What is the harm?

If you feel the same way afterwards, you can quit and we will all go with you.

You've got the power now, Will.

You can negotiate on your terms.

Do not waste the opportunity.

I don't need any more friends.

I need a general manager who trusts me to do my job and lets me get on with it.

Okay.

No more micromanaging.

What else?

I want to be part of the decision-making, not just left to deal

with the consequences.

What do you suggest?

I want to go to the fortnightly board meetings.

I won't implement policies that I haven't had a say in.

Fine. But you're going to regret that one. Those meetings are excruciating.

Those being handed a done deal.

Thank you.

Okay, what else?

Novak returned to the laundry.

Moving her chipped away thumb of her pal.

If she's not top dog, it makes our job that much harder.

Well, the last thing I want to do is cause instability.

So, I hear you.

Let's address it.

Cheers.

Cheers.

I don't want to pay rent.

He did that deliberately.

He haven't.

Give it a week or so.

I'll move on to someone else.

I'm Mari.

Hello.

My name is... Do

we have history?

No. Do you know what I've done?

Not specifically.

But you know it's...

Not good.

You really don't remember, do you? They think they can help me recover my

memory.

Is that what you want?

Yes.

I mean, people take drugs to get to the state you're in,

to get the path.

Sometimes I wish I could forget.

Joan, if any time that you want... What do you mean?

Can't sleep.

Yeah, me too.

Can I tell you something?

Yeah, of course.

I talked to this guy today.

Like, before I got bashed.

Yeah.

Name's Gavin.

Gavin?

Oh, you big sexy bitch!

I heard his number.

I might even call him again.

Hey, that's Dad like this.

Yeah? Yeah.

Ah,

there's my lift.

Can I, uh, can I drop you off somewhere?

No, I'm good. I'm the other way.

I'm glad we did this book.

Yeah, yeah, me too.

Okay?

Morning, Anne.

Hey, I've just got a call from the Ombudsman.

Brian's request to call her father's been approved.

I'll arrange it.

Good morning.

Morning.

Glad to see you're still here.

Hanging in there.

So take it last night didn't go that badly?

Yeah.

Okay? Yeah.

I, uh, I'll nick to one of these.

Oh, my God.

Yeah. Yeah.

Brian, your request to call your father has been approved.

I'll collect you after lunch.

Hey, Tully Tully lawyer came through. That's deadly. Yeah, that's awesome.

Oh, wait, so we don't need smiles?

Not anymore.

Hello. Hi, Gavin.

This is Susan from Manor Market Research.

Oh, Susan. How lovely to hear from you. I was hoping you'd call back.

Yeah, yeah. I just had some follow-up questions. Sure, but I'd just like to

know a bit more about you.

Who's behind that sexy voice?

Yeah, yeah.

Sure.

Well, I'm 25 years old. Okay. I do a bit of modelling, mostly

swimwear.

So it's really important to me to keep active. Right. Stay in shape.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah. And I'm an awesome cook, too.

Oh. I like to lick the bowl.

Wow. Like Nigella.

Cool. Yeah.

Why don't you want to call?

Backdoor Jenkins?

Yep. What was that?

Hey. Oh, just stupid Jenkins. Just, um, you know, just black it off.

So tell me, Susan, what do you look like?

What do I look like?

Um...

Well, I've got blonde hair.

Blue-white.

I'm not too tall.

Just normal.

A bit of a normal, you know? Wow.

Yeah. You sound like my dream woman.

Oh, thanks.

Thank you, Miss Miles.

Take a seat.

This will be a supervised call to the number provided with no more than five

minutes.

It will be monitored and recorded.

It's late there.

Hello? Dad, it's me.

Judy.

They want to extradite me.

Dad, to the States.

I can't help, Peanut.

I won't be fighting the extradition.

Why not?

You know why not.

I'm sorry. Sorry?

They're going to throw me in a fucking hole for the rest of my life.

I get how embarrassing this is for you, Dad.

But I didn't do it.

And the quickest way to make it go away is to get... I have to go.

You know... What they're going to do to me, Dad. You have to help me.

You have to help me.

Please, Dad.

I'm sorry, Judy, but I can't make an exception.

I'm your fucking daughter.

You had so many opportunities, Judy.

I did everything I could to steer you in the right direction.

Steer me?

What a fucking joke. I never saw you.

I'm sorry.

I just... I really need your help.

How could it be like that?

Send Miss Miles in.

You must be such a disappointment.

Let's go, Brian.

We're going to call him back tomorrow.

I reckon he's got a big cock.

You can tell from his voice?

Yep.

Got the skills.

Hey.

Is she okay?

Don't know.

Hey, how'd you go with your dad?

There was no phone call.

Miles was taking the piss.

What? Bloody mole.

He's still got that spit bad.

Maybe she's not coming, eh?

Of course she is.

She left the back door unlocked.

Maybe she knows it's us. Stop bloody talking, then.

I need to wee.

That's not Linda.

Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Is she dead?

You, you bitch.

You are not a disappointment.

I don't know. I lost it. Well, you lost it. Do you even know how much shit you

have put us in? I'm not the bad guy here. You flogged the fuck out of her.

She's the enemy, not me.

She's in bed with that NSO prick. She's behind my extradition.

Motherfucker, do you hear me? She introduced spitbags and... We did not

sign up for this. We have to go into her alley.

We can't. No, we have to.

You're a fucking idiot, Judy.

How they doing?

Leave us.

I'm not playing.

I can't remember.

Bullshit. I'm very sorry for whatever I've done. You know what you've done!

I don't. Please, you have to believe.

You know what you've done!

You stabbed me to death!

You gutted her!

Yes!

What about me?

Do you remember hot-shotting me? Right here?

You remember trying to kill me?

And what about her mom? You remember snapping her neck, you fucking

psychopath? And what about Judy, huh? Do you remember cutting her fucking tongue

out, you fucking freak?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

So, so, there's a scene that we've done.

I just lost it at Ferguson.

What happened?

Nothing.

I don't know that I... dressed myself.

I'm scared of who I'm becoming.

Hey.

Fuck.

Fuck. Hey.

Did you tell Ali?

No, I didn't tell her.

Who, Mum? Rubes. She's really fucked up at the moment.

All right, she don't need this dress.

They still haven't found her.

Well, they will in the morning. She could be dead by then. What do you want

to do, lag?

I don't fucking know.

No.

Judy's right.

We can't say nothing.

It'll fuck up your parole.

So nothing.

Hey, nothing.

Corners are cages, the silent waging war.

Is there any sign of who did this? No.

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