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Just so you know, it was Novak who lagged on you.

She was here?

Cops reckon she helped Mendel poison everyone.

- She's been charged with murder. - She used to drug some of the girls

with Rohypnol so Mendel could rape them.

She is a fuckin' monster.

Why does she hate me so much?

If you testify on Friday that her amnesia is genuine,

she is going to use that as the basis for her defence

when it goes to trial. You know that, don't you?

She will win that jury over, and when she does,

they will drop the charges for Bea's murder.

I need your help to expose Ferguson to Dr Miller.

I'll help you. I'll tell the police

I saw Mendel make everyone drink the poison.

You don't ever tell anyone about what he did to me.

If you think that Reb is gonna bail you out,

you're even fucking crazier than I remember.

Have you told Reb the truth about you?

WOMAN, ECHOING: No, no, no!

- I killed her. I killed her! - Kath.

There was no need for you to assault the prisoner. You're suspended.

So you heard what she screamed in the corridor... "I killed her."

Her blood has high levels of LSD.

Whatever she said or did under its influence, it's meaningless.

Reynolds told me it was Novak who lagged.

We're gonna take the bitch down.

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Hey, hey. Why aren't you sleeping?

Come on. Come on. Aw, it's all right. Yeah, there we go.

There we go.

Oh, please, shush, shush.

Shush, shush. It's all right.

Sorry, Kath.

I was just checking in to see how you're feeling this morning.

Any more hallucinations?

No.

Good.

In that case, I'm happy for you to return to your unit, OK?

I don't want to be alone.

Please don't abandon me.

I know you lagged on me.

You told the screws I bashed the GM.

You're delusional.

I might see what the women think.

Knock yourself out.

Tell me, Booms, you ready to see your man, Gavin?

Not ready to be dumped.

No, that won't happen.

He'll be on you like a seagull on chips, I reckon,

especially after I doll you up.

Excuse me. Hey.

You agreed to help me.

- I'm not talking to you. - Listen.

Whatever Lou told you about me,

- I had nothing to do with... - Oi!

Back the fuck off, Sheila.

- So what's your story? - It's not that interesting.

Accused of poisoning nine people...

I'd say that's very interesting.

Reb told me. But, hey, relax.

- I won't tell anyone. - I'm innocent.

I'm not here to judge... far be it from me.

The doctor I was working for, he orchestrated a mass suicide.

Set fire to our retreat and poisoned himself...

nothing to do with me. I wasn't even there.

- Did you know what he was planning? - I had no idea.

Then how did you know it was him?

He thought he was the Messiah.

You know, I've often wondered why he left me behind.

And you believed in him?

I was under his spell, yeah.

But once he was gone...

You cleaned out the bank accounts.

Reb must trust you.

He does.

He reminds me of my son, actually.

I didn't poison anyone, and Reb knows it.

Yeah, sure.

But it's Lou who's the obstacle.

She has way too much influence over Reb.

You know, I have to agree.

Vera.

You're late.

Everything OK with Grace?

Yeah, I've been up half the night. I couldn't settle her.

- Did you try walking her? - Yes.

- Burping her? - Yes.

- Swaddling her? - Yes, Jake.

I think she's picking up on my anxiety

- about the Ferguson's committal hearing tomorrow. - Hey, listen,

your little stunt yesterday nearly brought us all unstuck.

I seem to be the only one who's worried

about what Miller is going to say.

Yeah. She's probably got colic.

I googled it.

Attention, all staff.

Visiting hours to commence in 15 minutes.

_

Come in.

- Governor, can I have a word? - What are you doing here?

I'd like to inform you that I've had legal advice.

If you don't reinstate me, I'll sue the department for my PTSD.

Your what?

- Post-traumatic stress... - Yes, I know what it is.

It's the first I've heard of it.

Remember the siege?

So it's all in order?

Can you find the figures and show me, please?

You Gavin?

Susan?

What the... What...

You don't look nothing like this photo. That's not even you.

- Well, this is hardly a true representation. - You lying fuck!

Come on!

Fuck Allie.

I'm gonna flood this prison with gear, see how she likes that.

Oh, shit. That reminds me. Trev has been hassling us for that money.

Oh, give me the phone.

Hey, Mullet. I got a job for ya.

Spread the word the top dog lagged

to see if we can start ourselves a little mutiny.

I don't know where it is.

- Well, it's got to be in there, Reb. - Yeah, well, it's not.

Well, it can't just fucking disappear, so think.

I don't know, I hid it in the mattress, and now it's gone.

Fuck!

Fuck! I told you to look after it.

- I told you not to let it out of your fucking sight! - Hey!

Stop it. Now calm down.

What's going on?

Did you take it?

Is that why you've been sucking up to him?

- I saw Kath with the phone yesterday. - Kath.

Yeah.

Maybe she can tell you where she put it.

- You stole my fucking phone? - No.

I admit... I admit I used a phone to make a call.

Oh, you made a call. Well, you're supposed to have amnesia,

so who the fuck did you call... nut busters?

I don't know. I'm so confused.

But I put it back exactly where it was.

Confused, my arse.

Give me the fucking phone, or I will tear this cell apart.

I can't help. Please.

Please, please, please do not do this.

I do not have your phone. Please.

- Please... - Fuck off!

No! Please!

What do we have here?

It's Wanda.

Please be very careful with that.

They don't like to be jostled.

Oh, honey, I'm not going to jostle her.

I'm going to make you swallow the little fucker.

No, no!

Give it to me. Please give it!

Give it to me! Give it to me!

No, noooo!

I love you, Mummy.

I love you, Mummy.

I love you...

I love you, Mummy.

We can't put this down to LSD. Your tests are completely clear.

It wasn't an hallucination.

It was a memory.

That child I told you about

wasn't someone I harmed.

It was me.

Are you sure?

- You're not simply trying to rationalise... - When I was a little girl,

my father murdered my mother.

I was there.

How did it happen?

He drowned her in the bath.

Did he go to prison?

Don't know.

This is a breakthrough.

Kath, what else do you remember?

Nothing.

It's like a fragment from a tree.

Only I know it isn't a dream

because I feel it in every fibre of my being.

Linda just told me that Ferguson had a freak-out. What happened?

It wasn't a freak-out; it was a breakthrough.

She's remembered something.

- What? - A traumatic childhood memory.

- It's often a marker in psychopathy. - So that proves she's been faking.

- Not necessarily, no. - Wait, if she remembers that,

she must remember other things as well.

Well, actually, a true amnesiac will typically remember

one or more usually painful memories from early childhood

while more recent memories remain inaccessible.

Right, so you've made up your mind about your testimony, then.

I'm sorry, Vera. I can only give the court

my honest professional opinion.

If the DPP can't get a conviction for the murder of Kath Maxwell,

they will not pursue one for Bea Smith and Ferguson will walk free.

Look, I know that, Vera,

but there's no point in getting all worked up about it.

What, you think she'll just stop there, just take a nice holiday?

No, no. She will sue the department for wrongful dismissal

- and take the governorship back. - Then she'll have to fight me for it.

You will be in prison. She will make sure we all go to jail,

and Grace will end up in foster care.

You know, on some level, I think she knows

that something terrible is about to happen.

- Ferguson? - No, Grace.

I couldn't stop her crying last night.

- She knows her whole world is about to come crashing down. - Listen,

you haven't slept, and you're stressed, OK? You're panicking.

- Yeah, for good reason. - It's out of our hands.

- There's nothing we can do. - Yes, there is.

Sack Miller.

Oi, Trev, I need you to make a payment for me to our friend.

I can't access my account right now.

Yeah, I gave you the login details.

Attention, compound.

All prisoners return to their units immediately.

Count will commence in 10 minutes.

What do you mean there's no available funds? There's heaps.

No, that's fucking wrong.

Well, what was the last withdrawal?

You call the bank,

you get them to trace it. That wasn't me.

It wasn't fucking me.

Fuck, fuck!

Fuck!

But not only is he, like, a frigging liar;

he's also the ugliest motherfucker I've ever laid eyes on.

- Really? - Yes.

Well, you weren't exactly upfront with Gavin about yourself, either.

No, look. You know, you... you told me

to tell him that I was a swimwear model

and that I like to suck on big spoons like Nigella.

- That was you. - No. No, you were the one that was like,

"Oh, I look like Allie."

- Look, obviously, he's insecure about himself too. - I'm not insecure.

Look, all I'm saying is

maybe you can take a less superficial approach.

I don't even know what that means.

It's what's on the inside that counts.

Plus, I didn't write all those letters for nothing.

For fuck's sake. Do we really have to listen to this inane drivel?

Shut up. We had listen to your acid trip.

Oh no, I'm not going baaaack.

I'm not going back. Stop looking at me with your eyes.

Boomer.

Hey.

You OK?

Guess I'll have plenty of peace and quiet in Gitmo.

I wish there was something we could do.

Thanks.

Hey, you should know...

Lou's spreading the word you lagged.

Fuck.

How did she find out?

So fucking close. I had the money.

I had the approval. I wasn't gonna have to live like this.

We'll find out who took the phone. I will make them pay the money back,

- or I'll kill 'em. - We're gonna never get my surgery.

OK.

So it's gone missing while I was in the slot.

What if Novak lagged to put me in there so she could steal the money?

But how could she get into our account?

Fuck knows? She could've found a way.

She's threatened to put us out of business before. It makes sense.

- Shit. - What?

I saw her coming out of our unit yesterday.

Hi.

Hi. Thanks for coming in.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

I'm really glad you called,

and I'm sorry about my photograph.

I was just worried that I might not be good enough for you.

- Oh. - I guess we've both been

- guilty of a little subterfuge. - And lying.

I really love your sense of humour, Susan.

It's one of the first things that attracted me to you.

- Yeah? - That and your writing.

- Oh. - Your letters really turned me on.

Well, hello.

Well, you know, you're no slouch yourself.

- Oh, pffbbt! No. - Yeah, serious.

That bit... bit about rooting doughnuts.

- That was funny. - Silly.

And sexy.

Yeah, that's when I knew you were special.

- Thank you. - No worries.

Have you ever thought about doing it professionally?

- Rooting doughnuts? - No, no, no. No, writing.

- Oh, nah, are you kidding me? - No.

I've been thinking.

Well, I run an exclusive subscription-only website called Slammer.

- Yeah? - It's devoted to adult content for prison fantasists.

Jeez.

What are the frigging chances, eh?

- What are the chances? - No, not really chances, you see.

When I read that Wentworth had that market research contract,

I put my name down on the call register.

Uh, hang on.

So you knew I was a prisoner all along?

Yeah. See, I was hoping to hook up with someone...

someone just like you...

who could feed me some really knock-out inside oil, yeah?

Yeah.

I want to know what the women are saying.

- Go find out. - On to it.

Hey, hot stuff, how'd it go?

- Oh, Gavin's a creep. - What?

I thought you were giving him another chance.

The bastard, like, catfished me.

Yeah, so he, by purpose, got on the call centre list

just so he could find a prisoner to,

like, write sleazy shit for his website.

- You're not doing that? - No.

You are.

- Wait, what? - Yeah, I got a plan,

- and you got to help me. - No, no, no.

- I'm not writing anything for his website. - Please.

'Cos Gavin don't know it yet,

but he's gonna pay for your prison porn by being my spoof donor.

- Her what? - My spoof donor.

You don't even want to know.

Got to go, guys. See you later.

Miss Bennett.

What's happening with Ferguson?

Did Dr Miller change his mind?

On the contrary.

He has been completely sucked in by her.

- How? She confessed. - Yeah, he's putting that down

to the LSD in her system.

If anything, he is even more convinced that she is genuine.

- Can't you get him to change his mind? - I have tried, Novak.

Believe me, I have tried.

What, so that's it?

- What do you want? - Our money back.

- What money? - The money for my fucking surgery

you stole when you took our phone.

- I didn't take your phone. - Oh.

Then why'd I see you coming out of our unit yesterday

right before the phone went missing?

- It wasn't me. - Bullshit.

It's why you lagged and had me slotted.

Hey. Fuck off.

Consider who you're talking...

I want it back now.

Reb, don't stay. Don't get involved.

I am so sick of you telling Reb what to do.

Fuck off and keep watch outside the unit.

I don't have it.

I didn't take it.

Give me the fucking phone.

I want it back.

Don't.

Last chance.

Fuck!

You've got till dinnertime to give me my money back,

or you're a dead woman.

This is a Code Purple.

Officers required in H1 unit immediately.

It's OK, Allie. They've gone, sweetheart.

- Whose side are you on? - Reb's.

'Cos if you kill Allie, he'll never get what he wants.

Bullshit.

You're just trying to protect an old root.

Oh, you carry on about everything you do for Reb,

but maybe you don't really want him to fully transition,

'cos you're doing everything you can to sabotage it.

You fucking bitch.

I will fucking kill you!

Can't you see what she's doing to you?

- Don't make the same mistake. - Enough!

You're not my mother, and I am not your fucking son.

Come on. Let's go, babe.

Winter.

Governor wants to see you.

Come in.

I've got Winter.

Are you waiting for legal advice?

Vera told me anything to do with Winter goes through her.

Just bring her in, Linda.

Winter.

Governor Jackson's office.

I'll have to get him to call you back. He's in a meeting.

Take a seat.

Actually, take a break. I'll take the calls.

Off you go.

That's bullshit.

The attending officer said you pushed the panic button,

so I know you were there.

I was there, yeah.

- I went to see Allie and found her injured. - Fuck sake, Marie.

Allie is in medical, and I think Lou Kelly put her there.

But if you refuse to confirm it, I'll slot you for the bashing.

- Will, please, just trust me. - Governor, to you.

I fucking trusted you once with everything, and you played me.

I will never trust you again.

Get Miss Miles in here, please.

- Winter. - Will.

Gate House to Sierra Three...

Governor, the prisoner transport vehicle has arrived.

How are you feeling, Kath?

A little nervous.

- Not sure what to expect. - Yeah, it's OK.

I'll see you in there, yeah?

Greg!

Greg.

You know the only leg her defence has to stand on

is your testimony that she's a genuine amnesiac. That's it.

If they exploit that at the trial

and can elicit just enough sympathy from the jury,

she will walk free...

after all the terrible,

terrible things that she has done.

If you are wrong,

if she is faking,

you will be putting a psychopath back on the street.

I am begging you, Greg. I'm begging you. Please listen to me.

This isn't just about Kath Maxwell. No one can help Kath.

But you think about

all her victims

in the future that she will torment

and she will torture

and she will kill.

You'll have them on your conscience.

I know I'll have them on mine if you don't stop her.

Tight security surrounds the Melbourne Convention Centre

and US Secretary of Defence Michael Schwartz

will be attending today's AUSMIN meeting.

- The motorcade will be accompanied... - Are you OK?

- What happened? - Lou Kelly.

- What? - Oh man,

- we should never have left you alone. - Turn that off.

What she did to the GM was bad enough,

but she's taking this shit too far.

- What are you going to do? - What Bea and Kaz would have done.

We're going to war. Get the crew together. We're going.

Oh, no, no, no. Hang on. Allie, There's something we need to tell you.

- Lou didn't bash the GM. - We did, me and Boomer...

- and Judy. - By mistake.

How do you bash someone by mistake?

It was meant to be a prank to leverage Smiles.

But then Reynolds showed up, and it all went to shit.

Why did you tell me it was Lou?

- Take the heat off us. - It was my fault.

Don't blame them.

I suspected Lou was lagging to the GM and

lured her to the kitchen to prove it.

- You fucking what? - What?

- You knew it wasn't Linda? - So why did you bash her?

The bitch has been riding me since I arrived.

- When she showed up, I just lost it. - Oh, fuck!

Hey, at least this puts the lagging stuff to bed.

Lou Kelly is one herself.

You should never have involved these two in this.

I know.

I'm sorry. I didn't think.

- No, Allie, wait. - Leave me alone.

Does either side seek to call the expert witness?

Yes, Your Honour, we'd like to call Dr Miller.

I do solemnly and sincerely declare and affirm

the evidence I shall give will be the truth,

the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Your witness, Miss Casey.

Could you please state your name and qualifications for the court?

Yes. Gregory Richard Miller.

I have both a medical degree

as well as a specialist fellowship in forensic psychiatry.

The document I have given you is a copy of an affidavit

with a psychiatric report attached which you prepared for this court.

- Is this true? - That's correct.

Can you confirm the said document

was written after analysing the defendant, Joan Ferguson,

and that it was true and correct at the time you saw the affidavit?

I can confirm that.

Dr Miller, you're aware that in a police interview,

the defendant has claimed complete and total amnesia

incurred as the result of severe head trauma,

rendering her incapable

of answering the charges related to the murder of Miss Kath Maxwell.

I'm aware of that, yes.

Having had the opportunity to analyse the defendant,

could you please summarise for the court your expert opinion

on whether or not you concur with the diagnosis of amnesia?

Yeah, in my professional opinion...

... I believe Miss Ferguson

is indeed suffering from what we call a fugue state

as a result of severe brain injury

characterised by complete retrograde amnesia.

But how can you be certain that your diagnosis is accurate?

Well, I can only give you my expert opinion.

And are you willing to stake your professional career on it?

I am, yes.

I'm happy to see you up and about.

Thank you for helping me.

No problem.

You shouldn't be wandering around alone after what happened.

Where's your crew?

You want to take a seat?

Or are you wondering,

worrying what the women are going to think,

hanging with a pariah?

Tell me what's going on, Allie.

I can't trust anyone any more.

- Including me? - Especially you.

This is not just a threat. She'll follow through.

Lou is fucking barking mad.

So if you know anything about a missing phone...

I don't. I didn't take it.

All I can tell you is the last person I saw with it was Kath.

Ferguson?

- When was this? - Just before her acid flip-out.

Miss Bennett.

I left before it was over. I don't know the outcome.

I need to see that video footage from H6... urgently.

- Why? - Because I need to prevent

an all-out war with Lou Kelly.

About this time, someone stole Lou Kelly's phone.

- Her phone? - Contraband.

And they used it to steal all of the money

that they'd saved for Reb's surgery.

Lou thinks it was me. It wasn't.

But Marie saw Ferguson with it right before this footage was recorded.

Ferguson called me the other day.

Why would she want to steal a phone?

She's got bigger problems with her committal.

My God.

You've called Greg Miller. I'm not around my phone at the moment,

but leave a message, and I'll get back to you. Thanks.

Greg, it's Vera.

Call me as soon as you get this message. It is urgent.

And keep your eyes on Ferguson. I think she's trying to escape.

I need to go.

I couldn't get on to Miller to warn him.

Did you try the brawler offices?

I'll call them.

This is Governor Jackson.

Can you call me when you get this message?

OK, that's strange. Went straight to message bank.

- No, no, no, no, no. - I'll call the courthouse direct. OK.

This is Governor Will Jackson from the Wentworth Correctional Centre.

We have a prisoner attending court this afternoon,

but I can't seem to get through to any of my officers.

Right, I understand.

What was the outcome?

OK.

All right, thanks for your help.

The cellular network around the courthouse

- has been shut down as a security precaution. - The AUSMIN meeting.

Yeah.

And Ferguson's been committed for trial.

Even more reason for her to make a move now.

The brawler left with her two minutes ago.

What do you want?

I heard about your missing money.

I'm willing to pay for your surgery

on condition that you give me that statement.

I don't want your filthy True Path money.

- Still letting Lou control you. - This has nothing to do with her, Sheila.

I know what you did.

Yeah, well, I guess it comes down to how bad

you want that surgery.

You drugged me with Rohypnol and held me down while he raped me.

I would rather stay in a woman's body than take your fucking money!

I bet that Lou hasn't told you the full story.

Vera, please sit down. You're starting to wear out the carpet.

They should be back. Call them again.

There's been some sort of major incident at the courthouse.

- Oh, fuck. - Call the police.

What?

Attention, compound. Attention, compound.

H-block are now called for dinner.

They wouldn't tell me anything about the nature of the incident.

- Do they know where the brawler is? - No.

- Shit. - All right, Vera. Go home,

- get Grace. We've got to get out of here. - Oh, Christ.

Will.

- Yes. - Excuse me, Governor. The brawler's arrived.

Is Ferguson in there?

- Do you have Ferguson? - I presume so.

- What do you mean "presume so"? - Because of the heightened security,

we weren't allowed in the courthouse.

The court guys loaded the prisoner.

- And you didn't check? - Open the doors.

You fucking liar.

You stole Lou and Reb's money, and you let me get bashed for it.

I'm so sorry, Allie. I never thought they'd blame you.

- I'm giving this back. - No, please.

I need that money to fight my extradition.

My father won't help me. He's abandoned me.

- Pay it back. - But nobody knows it was me.

- You don't... - I know.

Jesus fucking Christ. You all lied to me...

every single person I trusted.

- You're top dog. You can just... - Yeah, I'm top dog. So what?

Do you know what top dog is?

It's a poisoned fucking chalice.

You bust your guts for these women.

And where does it get you? Fucking nowhere.

It gets you fucking shivved, like Bea, like Kaz.

Why did I think I'd be any different?

I can't even trust my closest fucking friends.

Fuck, I'm sorry.

Allie, I...

I'll do it, OK? I'll return the money.

Give me the phone. I'll do it right now.

I'll fix this mess.

I'll make it right. I'm sorry.

Hey.

You skipped dinner. Everything OK?

Is it true...

that...

that you watched me get raped, and you didn't do anything?

Can you say something?

Can you fucking say something, Lou?

We were all forced to...

participate in the therapy, and I just...

- I just didn't... - I... I... What?

I just... I...

Um...

Why didn't you do something?

Because I am a weak...

fucking coward, and I froze.

I just...

I just froze.

Before you got there, that man,

I thought that

he was my...

sole saviour, and he'd...

taken away all of this anger and all of this hatred, and...

He made me feel really safe.

And then...

when I saw him do that to you, I just... it...

- My heart was ripped when I saw that. - No, no,

you lied to me this whole time.

- No, Reb, no, please. - Get out of my cell. Get the fuck out of my cell!

- Please, Reb! - No, get out!

I killed them all!

I poisoned them. I...

I burnt the place to the fucking ground.

I'd do anything for you.

Oh.

Please, Reb, it's always been for you.

Everything's been for you.

And I would do it again if I had to.

You saved me, and for what, you know?

I'm still trapped in this fucking body.

It's Novak's fault.

She stole your money, Reb.

She has to pay.

Do it.

Looks like she's won again.

If she managed to fool a shrink,

the jury will be a piece of piss.

Just ahead... some breaking news.

Police have now confirmed that in an incident

in the city this afternoon,

the US Secretary of Defence, Michael Schwartz,

has been shot and killed as he left his motorcade.

Witnesses report seeing a lone gunman fleeing the scene,

and a massive search is underway,

but the suspect has not yet been apprehended.

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The balance has been transferred.

Thank you for a good job.

It shits me there's nothing we can do.

Spit bag her.

With pleasure.

- Did you forget something? - Yeah.

This.

What are you doing?

Stop it!

Why are you doing this?! Help me!

Take it off.

Get if off me.

Take it off me. Get it off me now.

Help!

Get it off!

Attention, compound. This is a Code Black.

All prisoners return to their units.

No. Help!

Get it off me!

Help!

Somebody!

Somebody.

Please don't leave me like this.

Get it off me.

Oh! Get me out of here!

Say it. Say it. Say it. Say it!

Get me out of here.

Get me out of here! Help!

Shut the fuck up!

I am Joan Ferguson.

I am The Freak.

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