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So, we need someone who can vouch for you, like a character witness.

Maybe Aunty Joan?

- Who's Aunty Joan? - She's my godmother,

she knew me mum.

I find you interesting

Vera a bit too vanilla for you, Jake?

Get me a g-bag of powder.

You get me that phone, we have a deal.

I saved your life, you were gone.

But I never gave up on you

If you get a second chance, you grab it and you don't let go.

Trust.

Often it can be misplaced

I've been guilty of putting my faith in people who've let me down.

Betrayed me.

It's made it difficult for me to trust again.

Until now.

If you look where I told you, you will find a cardboard box.

Inside that box there are answers to who I am,

but also about your mother.

There are letters that she wrote me,

- expressing gratitude. - _

The contents of that box also tell of a tragedy.

Your tragedy.

- _ - Caused by one man.

- The man who stole you - _

- from your mother's arms - _

- and caused her death. - _

Who condemned you to a succession of

- appalling foster homes - _

Who ruined your life.

And destroyed mine.

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Attention, compound. Attention, compound.

H Block are now called to breakfast.

- I'm bored. Yeah. - Are you?

- Jump to the boys? - Yeah, I'm thinking about it.

Attention, compound. Attention, compound. C Block are now...

- called to breakfast. - Fuckin' serious?!

Eh!

Bea's weak.

2IC's crook.

Her crew's all over the fucking shop.

- So? - We take her down.

Red Right Hand and your girls.

We take Bea down...

And finally get equality for all the women in here.

Fuck equality!

Unless all the women are getting shit-faced on my gear.

Ah, Tina... fuck it!

Have you forgotten what she did to you?

We take Bea down...

you'll be Top Dog and look after my shit.

I don't want Top Dog!

Betrays all my principles.

Well then, go fuck your principles!

Ooh, my own personal stylist...

I could get used to this.

Yeah, I do weddings, proms and court appearances.

- So, what are you thinking? - Well...

ah, maybe a little up do?

So the judge can see how open and honest your face is.

- But sexy as hell, right? - Oh, yeah!

Mmm.

I need the shower block cleared. Finish that in H1.

Governor, have you got a moment?

Of course, Mr Stewart.

Ooh!

Look, no, no, no, no. Not...

- not here! Not here! - What? Come on.

- But you pulled the blinds down! - Not... not...!

- Oh... is that why you wanted - Oh, right!

- to see me? - Well, isn't that enough?

No... I, uh, I actually had a question about my chances for a salary advance.

Oh... well unfortunately that is against, ah, departmental protocol.

Yeah, no I thought so.

Remember I told you about the microbrewery?

Yes.

I have found the perfect space in Collingwood.

- Oh. - Only, a couple of other buyers are

are circling like sharks.

The owner needs 20K cash deposit today, or it's gone.

I can get 10 together, but...

just, I'm 10 short.

10 thousand,

- today? - It's the way these guys operate,

only deal in cash, play investors off against each other.

I can't.

I thought the idea of my not being an employee might appeal.

If I break the rule for you, I'd have Linda up here every Friday,

- I'm sorry. - No, it's cool. I... I understand.

- Just thought I'd ask. - Yep.

- I'm sorry. - Mm-hm...

See ya.

Aww... here's Doreen.

Piss off!

Hey, Doreen...

Oh, what, she wants to sit with us?

- Shhhhhh. - Leave it.

Are you right, Dor?

So... you got the whole prison talkin', Bea.

Gah, yeah.

Slow news day obviously.

Hey, you, like, gonna eat that...

Now you're a "vagitarian".

Susan, that's very witty.

Yeah, that's me. I'm witty, I'm witty,

- aren't I? - Yeah, oh yeah.

Leave it, leave it.

Hey, you know I pashed a girl once.

Yeah, I-I was pissed but, but I dunno. Do you reckon that makes me bisexual?

- Oh, yeah. - "Beersexual" perhaps?

That's fuckin' witty too, eh?

High five!

Hey...

we should probably get going.

Oh, yes. You've got your sentencing

- today, haven't you? - Oh, yeah. Good luck, love.

Yeah, just give the judge a gobby, eh?

- Boomer! - Oh, love,

- Oh, what? - that's gross, Booms!

- *** team! - Yuck!

What are you doing?

Are you trying to humiliate me?

Yeah, 'cause it's all about you, Kaz.

- Hey! You let her go. - It's okay.

No, no, it's not okay. She doesn't have any rights over you.

You lied, straight to my face!

I know that Allie didn't have anything to do with that attack on me.

You think you're special, 'cause you got her off the gear?

I've pulled Allie out her own shit so many times I can't even remember.

If I hadn't have been there, she wouldn't have survived.

You touch her again...

I'll break your fuckin' arm!

- Fuck it, I'll do it! - What?

We take Bea down. I'll take on Top Dog.

And you'll protect my shit?

Mate, how long did you party after I left?

You left?

So, dude, are we on again for tonight,

or do you need a night off,

to powder your vagina?

- We're on. - Right.

- Will, have you seen Mr Stewart? - Yeah, you, um, you just missed him.

He's, ah, he's gone on a shift.

Right, isn't that where you should be?

Mm.

- Are you fit for duty? - Yeah.

Just... a bit of a headache.

I have to be out for half an hour, you're in charge.

What, he's living at her house?

And he's callin' her his godmother.

And "Aunty Joan"?

Are you sure he's got no connections at Walford that could get to Jesper?

No, he's just a messed up kid, he doesn't mix with that crowd.

The trial's on Thursday, so you better keep him close.

I'm on it.

And find out what the fuck she wants from him!

Stop swingin' your dick around. I said I'm on it.

What?

How's you love life, Red?

- Has it improved since my last visit? - Don't give me shit, Franky.

- I'm getting a different vibe. - Bullshit!

- What's goin' on? What's goin' on? - Nothing.

She's got her sentencing today.

Oh, right.

Awwww.

You got it bad, Red.

You're in love, aren't ya?

Have you, ah...

What?

tried the "McMuff"?

Piss off!

- Not yet. - Oh.

It tastes like chicken.

Fuck!

- Really? - No!

- You wanted to see me, Governor? - Close the door, Mr Stewart.

I know, I'm hard to resist.

It's a loan.

- Are you trying to get rid of me? - Maybe.

Thank you.

- And I'll pay it back, with interest. - Mm-mm.

Forget the interest, it's a favour.

- Are you sure you can afford this? - Yeah, I've go...

I've got savings, and...

I don't want you to miss out on your dream

because of the department's inflexibility.

I would do you right here, right now, if it wasn't for...

Maybe you need to call me to the plant room again.

I think it's your move, Governor.

Shayne.

Did you find the box?

Then you know the truth.

The man responsible

for you mother's death is the same man who's framed me for these...

crimes that I have been accused of.

We're innocents.

You, me, your mum.

They just keep fuckin' up our lives.

We need to look after each other, Shayne.

That's me.

Mm.

Where'd you get 'em?

I took 'em.

So, what, you've been watchin' me since I was a kid?

I have been watching over you.

So, you're saying that I'm important to you?

- Yes! - That you care about me?

I do... I-I-I care about you, of course.

If you cared so much...

why the fuck didn't you come and get me, back then?

My life was shit.

I couldn't. I...

I was moving around... I mean I didn't have grounds

You had all the same ground as all them other foster fucks!

And you knew what my life was like and you did fuck all!

I really wanted to, you have to believe me.

- Your mother was so important to me. - But I wasn't

- You were. You are! - Bullshit!

D..., ah..., I let you into my house.

- Bullshit! - I mean inside my home.

- It's bullshit! Bullshit! - I mean... I... I... I never do that!

- Shayne, you need to listen to me. - Fuck listening to you!

And this thing you want me to do...

- You can shove it up your arse! - Hey,

- No wait! Not wait, wait, wait, wait! - settle down.

- Piss off! - No, no, wait! No

- wait! Come back! Shayne! - That's enough, calm down!

- Sh...! - Joan! You need to calm down.

I need him. Oh, I need him, I need him.

- I need him. I need him. - Come on, let's go.

I need him. I need him. I need him.

Ooh, what you reckon this is?

Cock sock.

It's a big cock sock. Pssshhew!

Needs to be wider.

- Hey, looks who's back. - Hey, love. Hey.

- How'd you go? - I bet it was shit, was it?

Yeah, they... they say that the

second round of chemo's even worse than the first, so...

- It's fine. It's fine. - Yeah?

- Come on, sit down. - Queasy tummy!

- Oh, I'll get you a sugary tea, love. - Ooh!

- Thank you. Oh, I'm okay. - Just... just breathe, yeah?

Well?

10 years.

Oh, fuck me, eh?

Wow, that's a fair whack, love.

I'm sorry.

I'm not.

I couldn't give a shit if it was 20.

Hey!

Jakey-boy...

how the fuck's my favourite prison screw, eh?

- Yeah, good, Turk, good. - Yeah.

Well... what are you waiting for?

Do you want a hand job?

- Billy, give 'im a hand job. - No.

Oh, Jesus, fuck! Hang on a second.

- It's all there. 10 large. - Uh...

Billy.

Wow... playin' with the big boys now, hey?

About time.

Want the other 90 grand in my account by 4:00 PM this afternoon.

Yeah, no worries, Turk. I'll be there.

Trust me.

Fuck it up...

and I'll fuck you up!

Trust me.

Now, so what about that hand job, eh?

- Billy! Give 'im the hand job. - No, it's all right, thanks.

Had one this morning.

Yeah, fuck off!

_

Must be the belt.

Mr Stewart?

Come with me.

_

- Vera, why... - Up against the wall!

Do it!

Spread them!

- Vera? - It's Governor!

Now, spread them!

This is a spot strip search, Mr Stewart.

Vera, listen...

What the fuck, Vera!

What, no... but...

- It's not... I... it's not... Oh, shit! - No, oh, but you...

Turn it around. What does he need? What does he want?

What does he want?

Come on, come on, come on.

It's a minor betrayal, that's all.

Focus, focus.

That's a help, isn't it.

Come on!

Turn it around. Turn it around. Turn it around.

Focus, focus.

Officer.

- What does he want? - Thanks, Linda.

What's for lunch?

Pumpkin soup.

Oh.

Fuckin' bitches.

Focus, longer.

Just repeat it.

He's a kid.

Talking to yourself again, Joan.

Ooh... first sign of madness, hm?

You look a tad frayed around the edges there, Mr Stewart.

Bit of a tussle in the lunch queue?

Your little freak out in the visitors,

what was that about?

Perhaps I'm on drugs.

You know what I reckon you need, Joan?

What?

A good... hard... fuck.

Are you the man to give it to me?

I wanna use the phone.

And what makes you think I give a shit?

I may still have a few of Vera's juicy secrets to toss your way.

Yeah.

Shayne... it's, ah, it's Aunty Joan.

- See ya. - Don't hang up, please.

Please, Shayne.

What do ya want?

I need to you to come back and see me

Forget it.

Shayne...

please, I can't let us part like this.

I owe it to your mother.

She's dead, she don't care.

That's not true.

You know, she's watching over you.

Just like you've been.

What's that?

Shayne?!

Shayne!

It's just video games.

Me and my mates are having a bit of get together.

Get... get together?

A bit of a party, you know?

You're not making a mess!

Shayne? Shayne?!

10 Years...

I'm sorry, kiddo.

_

Ice cream.

_

Yeah, well... no we'll share.

Hey, um, have you seen Bea, I need to talk to her.

- Laundry, honey. - What's up your bum?

Novak!

Why aren't you at your work unit?

Oh, yeah, sorry, Miss Miles, I wasn't feeling crash hot, I... I got a pass.

You need to get back to kitchen clean up, now!

Okay, fine. Well, can I at least take a piss first?

Hurray up!

Squirt it out, Novak!

You right?!

Come on!

_

That's it. Oh, come on!

Come on, do it! Ow, you did it!

Yeah, you can fuck him up!

What the fuck?! Get out!

- Who the fuck are you? - Get out!

All right. Uh...

Get the fuck out! Go!

Hey, hey. Chillax, Khaleesi.

All of you, get the fuck out now!

- Off you go! - Oh, yeah, I'm goin'.

Fuckin' hell.

Argh!

What are you doing?!

You start your community service today, Shayne.

Oh, it's cold!

Hey, you can't associate with those dickheads, okay.

It's part of your community service order.

- Oh, screw community service! - Hey, it's better than jail.

I didn't even fuckin' do it!

Do what?

Boost the car.

- What are you talkin' about? - Oh!

It was Frosty!

I just said I did it to get him off.

What, you covered for him? What the fuck did you do that for?

Because he's 18!

I'm just a kid. He would have gone to Walford. They don't put kids in jail!

Fuck! Franky, turn it off!

Get those clothes off.

No... no... no, that's not...

What, a bag of ice?!

I sprung Tina in the pantry with a huge stash.

She just gave me that to shut me up.

Bea, I was never gonna use it, I swear. I just took it to show you.

Tina?!

You just don't listen, do ya?

So, here's what's gonna happen...

that fresh stash you just brought in...

you're gonna flush every pill, foil, gram.

I'm gonna stand there and watch you do it,

and then you and I, where gonna take a little walk

No!

Huh, sorry, what?

Those Red Hand bitches and my girls, we're a team now.

We're strong and you're fucking weak!

Your days are numbered, Bea.

And when we take over, I'm going to ring in all the shit I want.

And your drug-fucked girlfriend will be my number one client.

Argh, fuckin' bitch!

Argh!

Come at me, huh?

Hey!

Yeah...

just seeing what was on the menu.

All right, love.

- Try and breathe. That's it. - It's better out than in.

- Just try and... - Don't worry.

That's the way

- Good. Good. - You right? Just breathe.

- Hey, Boomer! - Don't be scared, breathe.

- It's all right. - Come here!

It's all right, Liz and I have got this.

Take your breath, get your breath... that's it.

- Yeah? Eh? - It's time to kick some heads in.

Red Right Hand and Asian crew, they've teamed up. I'm gonna need ya!

Oh, no, no, I can't, Bea. I'm... I'm pregnant.

- Boomer, please! - Nah, I'm not gonna risk, like, a punch

to me guts or somethin', and, I-I... Sorry. I gotta...

You gonna go again? Okay.

Let it out, let it out, love. Come on.

I'm gonna get ya some ice, okay?

Hold on, Max, I'll get a towel.

You're doing well.

Juice.

Bea. To what do I owe the pleasure?

Can I talk to you?

Your cell or mine?

Just need an assurance.

I just need an orgasm.

Yeah, good. Look...

some shit's going down.

I need you and your boys to back me,

and if you do, I promise I'll make it worth your while.

I've heard your goose is cooked.

Are you going to back me or not? That's all I need to know.

Even if you don't put in me a wheelchair permanently,

I've still got 3 fuckin' screws in me foot.

You're dead meat, Bea. In fact...

you're already startin' to stink.

Pfft.

I think she's losing it.

...Top Dog...

Look at her. All alone.

She's got no friends. No...

She's losing her mind.

Well?

A fresh stash of drugs have just come in. A big one.

Right. Well, we both know you're not going to give up a name.

So, why are you even bothering with this?

- I thought you'd wanna know. - Fine.

And now I do know. So, what do I do with that information?

Order a ramp.

By which time, the drugs will have been safely stashed in some hidey-hole.

If you're not going to give me some information I can actually use, Smith,

what is the point?

Tina Mercado.

Whoa, whoa, Turk,

calm down. Calm down!

What do you mean the money's not there?

Mate, it's only 25 past.

Yeah, okay. Okay, I'll call my guy and get it sorted.

No, everything's sweet, mate, okay?

Oh, fuck it.

What's going on?

Cell toss.

Governor.

Slot Mercado.

- Let's go. - Fuck this!

Lock those in the cabinet in my office.

I'll alert the police.

Thanks, Peter.

What are you doing?

What do you think?

It's not appropriate.

Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry.

I just...

I just felt really terrible

- about before. - Well...

You caught me at a bad time. I had to rush off and...

replace Linda on Ferguson watch. I just wanted to make it up to you.

Yes.

Governor.

Yep, come on in, officers.

The, um, prisoner's name is Tina Mercado.

She's currently in isolation. but I can make her available for an interview.

Thank you, Governor.

I'm forging your signature, Bea.

You don't know how to forge my signature.

Bullshit.

Gonna sign you up for anger management

- classes... - That's amazing. Really?

I'm gonna forge your signature,

and I'm gonna sign you up for yoga and meditation.

Oh, sweet! I'll be sane as fuck in 10 years.

- _ - Awww.

Bea! Hey...

Someone's lagged

Apparently when the screws tossed the whole unit,

they knew exactly what they were lookin' for.

Bea! You better sort this out.

- We've got a fuckin' rat in the ranks. - Yeah!

Oh, you want me to sort it out, do you, Juice?

- You're Top Dog. - Only when it suits you.

Which one of you bush pigs

spilled ya guts to the screws?

Bush pig! I think that's a case of pot/kettle, don't you, love?

- It was Allie. - What?

- What?! - Kim said you saw Tina

in the kitchen with her stash!

That's why Vinegar Tits moved you to H1.

You're the new Governor's bitch.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, I got her moved. Allie didn't lag.

Protecting your girlfriend are you,

- Bea? - Oh, get fucked, Kaz!

- I've already warned you. - Right, is this double standards

or what? So, you're allowed to lag as long as you're fucking a Top Dog!

Get out of my way!

Back off! That'll do!

- Fuck you are one fucking lagger! - Yeah, you got that right.

Everyone back to your units, now!

Walk away or go to the slot, you decide.

Attention, compound. Attention, compound.

All prisoners return your cells.

Your go.

- Why haven't you paid? - What?

I need you to call Tina's guy and tell him to make the payment.

I can't.

What the fuck do you mean, "you can't"?

I dunno Tina's guy.

- She's the only one who deals with him. - Don't give me that bullshit!

Look, I know you know him. Now talk to me!

- Time's up, Jake. - What?

End of shift.

Oh, thanks.

Time to do it. We take Bea Smith down, fuckin' now!

- Ah, it's not going to happen. - Yes, it fuckin' is!

Tina's slotting has spooked the crew.

You know what we're like...

superstitious.

It's bad luck to make a move

- without Tina. - Bad luck?

Bad luck?! I'll give you fucking bad luck!

You fucking superstitious, fat fucking fuck! Fuck, fuck!

Hey, are you okay?

- I'm not a fucking lagger. - I know.

I mean, only to you but...

Kaz isn't gonna let this go. She's gonna come after me.

- No she won't. - You don't know Kaz,

some of the shit I've seen her do!

She doesn't scare me.

Oh, yeah, well nothing scares you though, does it?

That's not true.

A lot of things scare me.

Look, come here.

We're in this together, okay?

Now, I'll protect you no matter what.

- Is that him? - Nah.

- That's him there. - Jake.

- We still partying? - Ah, yeah, yeah, we are.

We'll see you there?

Yeah. Actually...

I've got something I wanna run by you.

See you there.

Let's go.

Microbrewery.

What?

A microbrewery. We'd make our own beer.

I've worked out all the costs: warehouse lease, equipment, company fees.

Comes in at 180K, that's 90K a piece.

Equal partners

Mate, this.... this is a huge opportunity.

I'm only offering it to you because we're mates.

Think about it mate. Get the fuck out of corrections.

No more working for the man or puttin' up with those nasty bitches.

But...

if you're in I'm gonna need that 90K, like, yesterday, bro.

I need a piss.

You're a coke-head?

- Shayne. - You're a fuckin' dope whore

- What are you doing here? - You took me away from my mother

because she had a drug problem.

Shayne, you listen, okay. Your mother was unfit.

Unfit?! You're fuckin' unfit!

It's your fault!

Everything shit that's happened to me and to Joan!

You fuckin' meat puppet!

You all right?

You fuck!

All right, where to?

Oh, where're you goin'?

- I'm goin' home. - Mate, we're just gettin' started.

Hey! Well, how about my offer?

90K and you're in!

Will?!

Fuck!

Oh, hey, Turk.

How's it goin', mate?

Jesus, what? Argh!

Eh, you think you're hard to find?

- Where's my fuckin' money, mm?! - Yeah... look,

I'm-I'm workin' on it, mate. Argh!

Ah, ah, oh! Uh!

Right,

Uh! Oh!

Oh!

Now, I want my in my bank account by midday tomorrow afternoon,

or next time this'll be fucking loaded! You got it?!

Fuckin' piece of shit!

Let's go.

Fuck!

Shit!

Oh, shit! Oh, Fuck!

Shayne?!

Everything you said is true.

He fucked me life up.

And yours, eh?

I'll do it.

Oh, shit!

Gonna be late for my community service. My Legal Relief is gonna go mental.

Surely they'll overlook a few minutes' tardiness.

You don't know Franky. She'll kill me.

- This is bullshit. - I know who you are.

Aunty Joan told me everything.

So, what's goin' on. What the fuck does she want you to do?

What, is it take the blame? Like you

- did for your mate, Frosty. Is that it? - Get out.

What? Say you were working with Jesper,

- some fucked up revenge for Will - Get out.

- Jackson and what he did to your mum? - Franky, get out!

Huh? Shayne, she's manipulating you.

- She... she's fucking using you! - You're the user!

You've been lying to me from the start!

- I've been helping you! - Bullshit!

Bullshit, nothing you've said is true!

- Shayne, we can just... - Get out!

Get out!

Get... out!

Ge the fuck out!

_

I got you out of the slot so you could make the call.

- What call? - You know what call.

Tell your guy to make the payment before noon.

- No gear, no payment. - I got you the gear.

- Then you took it away. - I didn't fucking...!

That had nothing to do with me.

So, who lagged?

Tell me who lagged, I'll call my guy.

Okay.

It was Smith.

Bullshit!

Bea Smith told the Governor to toss your cell.

Now, call your guy and make the payment.

Sure.

Soon as you get me my gear back.

Thank God we don't have to do this much longer.

Soon as she's convicted, out of our hair.

She's all yours.

Shit!

You all right, Mr Stewart?

You seem... restless.

Shit!

You know if anyone has a right to feel agitated, you'd think it'd be me.

I'm on trial for my life tomorrow

And yet, there you are a bundle of tension,

- Shit! - whilst I am as calm as a...

That's because you're a fuckin' psycho!

mill pond.

You, Mr Stewart, are a drug dealer, and not a very good one at that.

You think I didn't know?

- Saw that little deal you did - _

with Allie Novak. You've

been scrambling ever since they found those drugs in Mercado's cell.

Heard about that happy score of Vera's.

Not so happy for you though, hmm.

You fuckin' bitch.

You've got yourself into a bit of pickle. Haven't you Jake?

Now, whatever trouble you are in...

- I am not it's architect. - Oh, you've got

no idea the trouble I'm in.

Fuck it! I am fucked!

You smug cunt!

I am a dead man!

Fuck it!

- I'm so fucked! - Surely it's not a bad as all that?

I owe a shitload of money!

Money I don't have. These guys...

they're gonna kill me.

Fuck!

Well, if it's just about money...

that's something that I've got plenty of.

I could get a lawyer to transfer it in a matter of minutes.

How much do you need?

Uh...

90 grand.

Mm.

What do I have to do for it?

- Where? - That one right there.

Can't you see, that looks like a prawn

No, it doesn't.

Looks like a seahorse.

Oh, shit yeah, it does.

Hey, did you know seahorses like to swim in pairs?

- Do they? - Yeah, they do.

They link tails so they don't lose each other.

Mmmmm.

Hey... you been drinking your water?

- She been drinking water? - Oh, yeah. I've been makin' sure, eh?

Yeah and how I'm pissin' like a fountain.

- Yeah. Yeah. - From both ends.

Oh, here we go. What's goin' on 'ere.

Everyone, listen up.

I just heard some pretty disappointing news.

I know who lagged on Tina Mercado.

Who's the fuckin' lagger? Spit it out.

Me and the boys'll sort her out.

- Don't worry about that. - Ooh.

The person who lagged directly to the Governor was Bea Smith.

What?!

- Get out! - Bullshit.

I know it's hard to believe that your Top Dog would betray you,

- but it's true. - Oh, get off!

Yeah, get off the fuckin' table before I punch your tits in.

Yeah!

Bea. Got anything to say?

- Tell us. Tell all of us. - Yeah, come on.

Did you lag to the Governor, Bea?

Or are you just gonna deny it?

No.

You are full of shit, Kaz.

No, I'm not gonna deny it.

It was me.

I lagged.

So what?

- So... what. - So what?

You just betrayed everything you stand for. You're Top Dog.

Yeah, that's right.

I was sick of the drugs in this place.

And I was sick of Tina crossing me and... and peddling shit to my girls.

And that's why I lagged.

To put a stop to it.

Well, you can't be Top Dog and a lagger. It's one or the other.

Yeah, that's right, ***.

So which one is it, Bea?

Which... one... is it.

That's it.

I'm done.

Yeah, good riddance.

Bea.

Oh, God!

You okay?

Hey?

I just don't have the energy for it anymore, Liz.

Mm.

I thought I needed it...

Things are changing for me.

Oh, yeah. Mm.

You know what...

I'm relieved. I'm-I'm relieved it's over.

So am I. For your sake.

You don't need it.

Mm.

I'll leave you two alone.

- Liz? - Mm.

Thank you.

No worries.

- Yeah and Tasha, Booms? - Yeah, exactly. I don't bloody get it.

- Well, what's going on? - Bea lagged.

- Yeah. - Like, why would Bea lag?

Booms, let it go.

She okay?

She's happy.

You could have told me you lagged.

I was tryin' to protect you.

I promise I will never keep anything from you ever again.

I promise you I will never... take another drug again.

Ever.

I don't need 'em anymore.

Oh!

Bea?

Come have a shower with me before anyone else gets there.

Mm.

Bea?

We've still got the place to ourselves.

Argh!

Help!

Help!

Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shhhh.

Sh-sh-sh-shhh.

Sh-sh-shhh. Don't fight it.

Don't fight.

Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shhh.

Shhh.

That's good

Don't fight it.

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