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Sonia Stevens, you're wanted for questioning

regarding the disappearance of your husband.

Which one of you bitches is Witness X?!

- You owe me. - I don't owe you a fucking thing, you prick!

Now, I called you here because you're all...

stakeholders in this business.

Buyers and sellers.

You're all aware of the problem.

I hold the solution.

- I'm this close to losing my job. - Not my problem.

She put you and your girls away!

Why did Jackson lose the Deputy Governorship?

Big night... positive piss test.

Whatever it is you're doing I wanna help you.

- No, you can't help me. - Are you gonna escape?

- Listen... you can't... - Fuck, Franky, that is crazy!

- I gotta clear my name! - You will get caught!

♪ You don't know me, when I don't know you ♪

♪ You don't know me, when I don't know you ♪

♪ You're calling me in. You're catching me out ♪

♪ You're calling me in. You're catching me out ♪

♪ You're calling me in. You're catching me out ♪

♪ You don't know me, when I don't know you ♪

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- ♪ You're imperfect ♪ - _

♪ You're all over the place ♪

♪ I tried to hold you ♪

- ♪ My hands slide off of your face ♪

♪ Give me, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme what I want ♪

♪ Give me, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme what I want ♪

♪ Give me, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme what I want ♪

♪ Give me, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme what I want ♪

♪ Gimme... gimme... gimme what I want ♪

♪ Gimme... gimme... gimme what I want ♪

Shit!

Fuck!

What did I tell you about bringin' your filthy fuckin' shit in here?

The only shit I see is you.

Ho-ho.

Get that stupid grin off your stupid fuckin' face, Chinky-Chonk,

- or I'll wipe it off for ya! - Back off, Bamm-Bamm!

Bamm-Bamm?

- Fuck, fuckin'... - Hey!

- Huh? - What did I tell you?!

Jesus, is nobody listening?

Wh-wh-what... fuckin' use am I if I can't fuckin' thump no one?!

Huh?!

Ah!

I will find out how you're getting this in, again,

- and you'll be royally fucked. - And what are you gonna do?

Huh?

Go cry to Mummy?

This place is just shithouse now, eh?

That Kaz, she's like, she's all talk and no action...

Yeah, 'cause she's got principles to uphold.

What the fuck?!

- Are you b... ah... ow! - Oh, oh, oh, oh.

- Don't punch me! - Oh.

- Hang on what's this? - Ohhh, possum.

Are you moving back in with us?

Yeah, I got shunted from H3 to make way for La-di-da.

- What, Sonia's back? - Yeah.

- Where have you been? - Oh, shit.

- What are you doin'? - Mmm? Mmm.

I gotta skol

the rest of her special shampoo, right, before she gets back.

Before she asks for it back.

- Get a grip. Honestly, look at you... - Just shut up!

- you're just... - Uh!

Uh! Ooh!

Hey, I'm rapt you're here.

You can help me rehearse my speech for tomorrow.

Oh, I got a bunch of stuff I've gotta do this arvo.

Oh, crap. I've got... yeah, you've got your committal tomorrow too, eh?

Yeah, you know what, it's fine, I'll, um,

I'll sort it and we'll do it tonight.

Thanks, Franky. I really appreciate it

It's all good.

Huh... oh, just a sec!

Yeah, come in!

Hey.

Hey.

It was the Governor's idea not mine. I...

If it has to be anyone, I'm glad it's you.

Okay.

Is that Red's stuff?

Yeah.

Liz packed it up for me but I haven't been able to...

Hey, you know how you said you wanted to help me out?

Yeah.

I got something for you to do.

I've been waiting three days to see ya.

What is it Birdsworth?

I saw Sonia Stevens.

What the bloody hell is she doing back in here?

She's been remanded...

for the murder of her husband, they found his remains.

Jesus Christ, another murder.

Well, you can't put her back into General.

What I can't do is keep her in a holding cell indefinitely.

Well, you can put her in Protection

and that way she... she can't get at me.

Sonia has to request to be put in Protection.

She has killed two people we know of, Ms Bennett,

I don't wanna be next!

If you'd wish you can put yourself in Protection.

Ha! Right, and that's bloody obvious then I was Witness X!

Sonia has no idea.

And what happens if she figures it out?

Well, she won't if you stay calm and stop panicking.

That's so easy for you to say.

Attention, compound. Attention, compound.

H Block are now called for lunch.

Liz!

- Oh, where have you been hiding? - Oh, God... I heard you were back...

What... what happened?

This deranged cop, couldn't get a conviction for Helen,

so now he's framing me for the murder of my own husband.

So much for the justice system, eh?

I'm after that detective...

and he shouldn't underestimate my reach.

Oi!

- Oi, I fuckin' saw that! - Piss off!

- How many fuckin' times, huh?! - Uh... Hey...

Ya dumb fuck, how many times?!

- Are you gonna listen to me now, uh? - No! Hey!

- What about now, huh?! - Hey!

- Huh? Huh? Oh-oh... oh-oh... - Argh!

- Oh, whoopsie! Whoopsie! - Oh, my...

- Oi! Jenkins, let her go! - Friggin' "Argh"?!

- Argh! Argh! - One more second

and it's the slot. I mean it!

Enough!

- Ah! - Oh, Jesus Christ!

What's the problem here?

No, just bumped into her, was accident, eh.

Is that right?

Whatever she says.

- Get to lunch. Go on! - Oh...

yeah, lunch!

Go to lunch.

She is pissed.

- What the fuck?! - She's fuckin' rinsed.

I know, her breath nearly killed me.

Whatever, she can have lunch and sleep it off.

- I can't be arsed with the paperwork. - Wrong...

that was about the business.

She's gonna screw everything.

_

Mate, you got a second?

Yeah, sure, what's up?

Oh, I just had to bounce Jenkins for a bit of argy-bargy.

Hardly surprising.

Yeah, the thing is, she reeked of booze.

Has she got a history of brewing lunatic soup?

I thought she'd given up.

- That's disappointing. - Yeah.

- I'll go and... check it out. - Yeah.

Oh, Boomer!

Hello, Mr... Hey, Mr J.

What's that, Boomer?

- What you got in this? - No! I don't have any.

... and it's not even...

It's not even fair, 'cause I didn't fuckin' do nuffin!

- I didn't... I didn't do nuffin! - Come on.

- Hey, what are you doin' with her?! - She was drunk

and had drugs in her cell. Is that good enough for ya?

Oh, Jesus, Boomer!

What... ?! It wasn't fuckin' mine!

Mr Jackson, j... oh, fuck!

I think Mr Jackson put it there. I think he fuckin' put it there!

- Okay... - You... what did I do to you?!

What I can tell you is that she came to see me...

to talk about you.

I think she was confused, but...

very clear to me that she was deeply in love.

Sorry.

Sorry.

It's okay.

I didn't mean to come in here and just blubber.

I just can't handle the fact that she's not coming back.

I know the sadness feels like it'll last forever,

but it will get easier.

And don't... block it out.

You know, let yourself feel it. That's how we heal.

Don't be tempted to block it out with drugs.

Uh, um...

I promised her I would never use again.

Mm-hm, good.

Because being clean for a while makes it very easy to OD.

You'd know that from recent experience, right?

Yeah.

I do.

♪ Ah, move away, she, ah, da, da... ♪

♪ Flowers just blossomed out so far away ♪

That's lovely, Marge.

They're watching us, you know?

The screws?

The dead.

Always watching. Oh, watching, watching.

Yeah.

My chicka.

Do you think they understand too?

Yeah... they know... everything.

Everything.

... okay, okay.

It's a few days. What? Does she think we're a charity or something?

- That's right. - Hey...

Can I get some H?

- Fuck off, you walking piece of shit! - Oh, I've got money.

I don't want your money.

- W... why? Please I j... I just need... - I'll tell you why...

because you're a Kaz Proctor spy.

I sell you some shit and she sends that

- big-arse honky to bash me. - No, no, I-I'm... I'm not with

- Kaz anymore. I swear I'm not! Please. - Off me. Prove it, huh!

- Please, I just need... - Work details are to commence

in five minutes.

All prisoners are to report to their workstations.

Oh, Mr Jackson, what's happened to Boomer?

- Yeah, we heard you slotted her, why? - Yeah.

'Cause she was drunk and I found drugs in her cell.

- Oh, no way! - That's his story.

What's that mean?

- Truth is he's behind it. - Give it a rest, Proctor.

He planted drugs in Boomer's cell to protect his dealer.

- What bullshit. - Is it?

Look, I know for a fact...

he lost the Deputyship because he's a drug user.

Try and deny that, why don'tcha.

- You're a dickhead, you know that? - Yeah.

Yeah... scurry off.

Guilty fucking prick.

Shit!

Lost something?

God! Think I dropped my swipe card.

- That's bad. - Yeah, I know.

Don't s'pose anyone's handed one in have they?

Yeah, right.

Um...

would you be able to, um...

check to see where it was last used

so I can find it before the situation turns to shit?

If it hasn't already, you mean.

Oh, Linda, uh...

er, I'd really appreciate your help.

All right, come on.

Remember what happened to the last person who lost their swipe card.

Yeah, right.

What the fuck are you doing?!

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't report you?

I'm a good root.

What the fuck?!

Oh, you think this is funny do you?

Not to mention, getting Novak to do your dirty work.

What if someone else had caught you with my card?!

I would lose my job!

Yeah, but they didn't, did they?

You're compromising me now, expecting me to cover for you!

So, will you?

What?!

What were you trying to do... escape?!

Steal the brawler and smash through the gates?!

Oh, that's...

That's fuckin' crazy!

No, it's not crazy.

I'm alone in here, Gidge,

and if I get convicted I'm gonna wither up and die.

I'm fucked!

I just wanna hold ya.

You promise me you'll never pull a stunt like that again... ever.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

Look at me.

You promise me.

I promise.

What a fuckin' mess.

Oh.

Hey.

Hey.

How'd it go?

It's all good. No wuckers.

Okay, great. 'Cause I've gotta get that swipe card

back to Ms Westfall, before she knows it's missing.

Nah, no need, it's all sorted.

- Really? - Yeah.

Are you gonna tell me why you wanted it?

Nuh.

Okay, well are you sure it's all taken care of?

'Cause I feel bad pulling a swifty on Ms Westfall like that.

She's a really top chick.

It's all good.

It was Will Jackson.

He planted the drugs on her.

Okay, why would Mr Jackson do that?

Because he's supplying the women and he wanted Boomer slotted

- to protect his business interests. - Okay, please don't waste my time

with ridiculous accusations.

There has to be an officer involved.

Think about it.

How could drugs be rife so soon after your crackdown?

If you don't do something about this I'll take it to the Ombudsman.

Yep, fine.

Fine, but I hear he's quite busy.

Thank you for your time.

Attention, compound.

Count will commence in five minutes.

Okay, Dors,

let's hear your speech. Lay it on me.

I can't, Franky, I mean...

I'm so friggin' nervous I can't even bloody think straight.

All right, first of all... you gotta calm the fuck down.

It's tomorrow, for Christ's sake!

I mean, look!

I got an idea.

Oi! Idiots!

Now, we're gonna be the board.

- Oh, wow, so it's like a role play? - Yeah.

Oh, in that case, I grant us all immediate parole.

- Oh, yes! Yes! - Thank you!

Okay, Dors, so give us your speech

and you two are gonna heckle the livin' shit out of her.

- Ooh, okay. - Yes!

Okay.

- My name is Doreen Anderson... - Doreen,

- Ooh! - ... that's a bit old-fashioned.

- That doesn't sound indigenous... - Nah.

- ... to me. - Well, you don't stop, keep going.

I'm 26 years old...

- Bullshit! You look older. - Yep.

In 2012, I was charged with reckless endangerment and...

If you're lying about your age, Doreen,

what else could you be lying about?

- Oh... oh, shut up! - Ooh, good point. Yeah.

Just ignore them, keep goin'.

How am I supposed to talk with them carrying on?

Well, that's the whole point!

- We're desensitising ya. - Why?

'Cause when you can get through your speech with

people hanging shit on you, which is basically your worst nightmare,

then, tomorrow, you'll cream it.

- Easy-peasy. - Japanesey.

So, come on, talk.

Speech, speech, speech, speech!

- Hey! - Shhh. Hey, let her go.

- My name is Doreen Anderson... - Anderson, that's an unusual surname.

- I'm 26 years old... - Now see, I don't think...

- Good! - 200!

... and drug and alcohol affected...

- Oh, she's a garbage person. - Love it!

I was sentenced to five

- years at Wentworth, and after - Is that normal?

- Not enough! - four and a half...

Attention, compound. Attention, compound.

H Block are now called for breakfast.

Hey, how you doin'?

- You worried about your committal? - Attention, compound.

- Nah! Been to one committal - Attention, compound...

- you been to 'em all. - Yeah, that's true.

- Doyle! - Mwah!

- See ya. - See ya.

Your hearing's been postponed. You're off the hook today.

No, no, no, it's gotta be today.

There's a backlog at the courts, it got bumped.

So when?

I dunno, I'm just the messenger.

Oh, shit. Oh, fuck!

Oi, Miss Fancy-pants..

- we need to have a little chat. - Mm-hm.

- And what would you like to chat about? - Well, for starters...

ah, can I offer you some free advice?

By all means.

You're gonna need some protection

now you're not with Bea and her H1 crew.

Protection... from whom?

"From whom?", don't you love it?!

You see the thing is, some of the women in here...

would like nothing better than to soil up that fancy clobber of yours.

Mess your hair...

fuck up your face...

I see.

Well...

thank you for sharing that insight, it's been most valuable...

But...

The boys and I will be more than happy to oblige by watching your back.

- You would?! - Mmmm.

Cash donation to our Christmas fund...

- could be negotiated. Mmm. - Oh, that's very kind.

Or...

on the other hand...

perhaps I could offer you some free advice?

I don't respond well to extortion.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Come on.

... you'd too so... Just... I can't.

- I've gotta take one full pot. - Proctor?!

Shouldn't you be getting ready for court?

No, my appeal got postponed again.

Nope, it's back on. Didn't you get the message?

- What, today?! - You better shake a leg.

Oh, fuck, finally! Finally!

A little bit of notice would have been good,

- huh? Okay! - Talk to your lawyer.

- I can't believe you'd think, - _

for one second, that I'm supplying drugs to the women.

I don't, but what I think...

- isn't relevant. - Well, it is to me!

You know, that as Governor,

I am required to follow through on any information given to me.

What... what... what, even crap dreamt up by the likes of Proctor.

You know she's got it in for me.

Her allegation was reiterated by Jenkins.

Hello... after I slotted her for drug possession.

Look, I know it will be proven spurious,

but you do have a history of drug use,

and if I don't investigate it Proctor's going to the Ombudsman.

What, so you're making this official,

you don't want me back as Deputy then?

W... ?

- I didn't say that. - No, you're just gonna let that bitch

Proctor bang another nail in my coffin.

Thank you.

Hey, Linda, I got this.

You can take the J Block shift.

Suits me, court's boring as batshit.

Get in.

Your days are numbered, Jackson.

My name is Doreen Anderson...

I'm 26 years old.

In 2012, I was sentenced to five years

and I've served four and half here in Wentworth.

I was previously denied a parole hearing by the former Governor,

because I wasn't always on my best behaviour.

I fell pregnant while in jail.

The thing is...

that turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me.

You see, back in 2012 I was 21

and didn't really have any family support.

Now, I'm not trying to shift responsibility for what I did...

I hurt people...

and I deserve to be in here,

but the person I hurt the most was myself.

I lost my unborn baby

because I was stupid and careless,

and I'll never forgive myself for that.

If you believe in natural justice,

it was done...

and then some.

But life...

has thrown me a second chance,

with my little boy, Josh,

and my beautiful partner, Nash.

They've been my rehabilitation.

I know I'm a better person because of them,

and I welcome the responsibility of being a great partner

and a great mum.

That's why I want this transfer to Perth...

to be near my family,

to continue my growth as a human being, and hopefully...

become a positive person...

in my community.

That's all I got to say.

Thanks for hearing me.

Thank you, Doreen.

If there are no questions?

Take the next exit, please.

Ah, okay.

The fuck is going on?

Why have we stopped?

Well, what do you want, a blow job?

In your fuckin' dreams!

You told the Governor that I was supplying drugs to the women...

You are.

Your bullshit could ruin my career, my fucking life!

It's not my problem, I'm lookin' after the women.

Really, you're lookin' after the women?

Well, you're doing a pretty shit job

if you think I'm the fucking problem!

Tough guy...

menacing a handcuffed, vulnerable woman.

You're not vulnerable...

you're fucked!

You're poison.

I could rip your head off right now and no one would give a shit!

Hey, Will?!

Oh, fuck!

Oh, geez... !

Oh, Richards!

Argh!

Arrrgh!

Argh!

Argh!

Okay, come on, mate.

Here goes.

Call an ambulance!

Huh! Huh!

Get here, huh.

Uh, ya!

Argh! Huh!

- Just call an ambulance, okay? - Yep, yep.

Hold his head, hold his head!

Oh, fuck, Kaz!

Arrgh! Proctor?!

Proctor wake up, can you hear me, come on!

Proctor!

Proctor!

Come on, wake up! Come on!

Proctor, open your eyes!

Kaz!

Argh, sh... !

Argh! Ugh!

Come on, Kaz. Kaz, come on. I need you to wake up.

Proctor!

- Kaz, can you hear me? - Huh?

Arrrgh!

- Oh! - Kaz, let me...

- I can't get out! Help me. - Good, good, good...

Hey there, Proctor, listen to me, okay?

Stay calm. Stay calm, I'm gonna get you out, all right?

Hold there, hold there.

Ugh!

- Kaz, undo your seatbelt. - I can't move my arm.

Stay with me, Proctor.

Argh! Argh!

Let's do this thing. Come on.

- Get the cuffs! Get the cuffs off! - Just...

- I broke my arm. I broke my arm! - Have you? Okay. Okay.

- What are you gonna do? - Try not to hurt you.

Ah. Arrrgh, fuck!

The hell are you doing?

Oh! Phew!

Okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, hey, hey.

Come on, come on. Stay with me. Hey?

Just stay with me. Stay with me. Hang on. Come on.

- Ow, ow, ow, ow! - Okay. Hold on, hold on. All right,

all right, all right. I'm just going to put your arm in your...

in your jacket, okay?

- Don't... don't! - Okay, hold it. It... it's okay.

It's gonna be all right. It's gonna be all right, okay.

Arrrgh!

- Ugh! - You're okay. I gotcha.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Argh! Oh!

Okay, Okay. It's okay. We need to get out of here, okay?

We need to get out of here. I need you to hold your breath.

Go straight through that hole, okay?

I'm right behind you, all right?

I promise. Hey, hey, listen. I promise.

- Okay. All right, all right. Okay. - I can't make it...

- Okay. Okay. Just hold your breath. - I can't...

- Hold your breath. Hold your breath. - make this...

Hey, hey. One, two, three.

♪ As I went down in the river to pray ♪

♪ Studying about that good old way ♪

♪ And who shall wear the starry crown ♪

♪ Good Lord, show me the way! ♪

♪ O sisters, let's go down ♪

♪ Let's go down, come on down ♪

♪ O sisters, let's go down ♪

♪ Down in the river to pray. As I ♪

- ♪ Went down in the river to pray ♪ - Mr Jackson!

♪ Studying about that good old way ♪

♪ And who shall wear the robe and crown ♪

- ♪ Good Lord, show me the way ♪ - Will!

- Mr Jackson! - ♪ O mothers, let's go down ♪

♪ Come on down ♪

- ♪ Don't you wanna go down ♪ - Come with me. Come on.

- No! - ♪ Come on mothers ♪

- ♪ Let's go down ♪ - Somebody's still in there!

- ♪ Down in the river ♪ - Ma'am, please come back...

- He's out there! - ♪ To pray ♪

♪ As I went down in the river to pray ♪

♪ Studying about that good old way ♪

♪ And who shall wear the starry crown. Good Lord show me ♪

- Come on, I need you... - No!

♪ The way ♪

He's okay. Come on.

Yeah!

There. Come on.

- You okay? - Yeah. Oh!

- Come on. You right? Oh. - Okay.

Let me take a look at that arm for you.

Just make sure he's okay.

- You right, mate? No injuries? - Yeah.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

Are you okay? Okay?

Okay.

Did you have anything to do with sabotaging the brawler, by any chance?

No.

- There's been an accident. - What?

- Who was in it? - Will Jackson, Kaz Proctor, the driver.

Oh, shit.

Tell me you had nothing to do with it.

I didn't.

Well, are they all right?

Dunno.

Waiting to hear from emergency services.

I dunno, but apparently, it was serious.

- I heard it crashed into a river. - Shit.

Hey, Franky. Have you heard?

I totally fucked up.

What? It wasn't your fault.

Kaz and Mr Jackson have been taken

to hospital, but they're okay.

You sure?

Oh, thank fuck for that.

What did you do to the brawler?

Never meant anyone to get hurt.

Well, what'd you think was gonna happen?

I loosened one of the wheels. I thought they'd transfer me

- to another vehicle and... - Oh, and what,

you... you were gonna make a run for it?

- Yes! Have you got any better ideas? - It's so fucked up, Franky!

Kaz could have died.

And you made me a part of it.

Elbows in.

Counter-punch.

Hey.

I've done what you wanted.

I put Kaz in hospital.

That should prove I'm not with her anymore.

How? Was an accident.

It was no accident. You remember that missing shifter?

I used it to loosen the wheel nuts on the brawler.

- How did you get to it? - I stole Ms Westfall's swipe card.

So can I get some H?

It's a good story.

Liz! Just the person I was lookin' for.

We need to have a chat about your friend Sonia.

- What about her? - She's a hard nut to crack.

I want you to convince her she needs the boys' and my protection.

Why would I do that when you're just trying to scab her money?

Sonia know about your dicky ticker?

So, when do you find out about your transfer?

Oh, soon I hope. I've already packed.

Oh, you're confident. I like that.

Three words, Sonia. In... the... bag. Boom!

You're very quiet, Liz. Everything all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'm... I'm fine. I'm, oh, I'm just gonna miss Dor.

- Ow. - Ow.

I tried. She won't budge.

Snooty bitch!

Right, everyone out.

- Get out! - Go on, fuck off!

- Hurry up! Scamper! - Fuck off!

Not you. You can stay.

What do you think you're doing?

Me and the boys are about to demonstrate why you need our protection.

Look at yourself.

Barbaric.

Home delivery. Your story checked out.

- Thanks. - Don't thank me, just give me the cash.

Attention, compound. Attention, compound. This is a Code Blue.

Attention all staff. Available officer to Medical for escort. Over.

Attention, compound. Attention, compound. This is a Code Blue.

Oh, sorry to keep you waiting.

- Yeah. Yeah, the Code Blue. - Take a seat.

Don't suppose you'd know anything about that, by any chance?

Oh, no, Governor.

So, you've got news about my transfer?

Look, I'm very sorry to have to tell you this,

but your application was refused.

Uh...

I... I thought I'd done really well.

Oh, you did. You couldn't have presented your case any better.

- I have to say, I'm surprised, too. - Then why?

They didn't give a reason. It was just a simple no.

You'll get a full response in due course.

What am I gonna do now?

Look, it's only six months till your parole. It'll go quickly.

But even when I get parole, Governor,

I can't get on a plane until Corrections say so.

And that could take forever.

My baby won't remember me by the time I get out of here!

I'm so sorry, Doreen.

I... I'll be sure to give you extra phone privileges.

I don't want extra phone privileges.

I want to see my son.

I'm here to see Sonia. I'm her Peer Worker.

Maybe you can find out who did this to her.

She wouldn't tell the Gov a thing.

Oh, and you think I wanna be eating through a straw too, do you?

- Five minutes. - Mm.

She's not up for much at all.

Shit!

Mm, is she gonna be all right?

ACL one side, sprained ankle the other.

She won't be walking for a while.

- The rest are just superficial. - Right.

Sonia?

- It's Liz. - Mm.

Can you hear me, love?

Woman... what...

It's all right, don't... don't try and talk.

I just wanted you to know I was here.

All the girls are really sorry to hear about your fall in the shower.

And they hope you're back with us really soon.

But if you ask me,

I reckon you should move into Protection.

Even if you give 'em what they want, it'll never be enough, love.

Ask to be put in Protection.

No.

They can't...

win.

Do I have to spend the night in the Medical Holding Unit?

Well, you took a hit to the head. You have to be under obs.

It's not a good look for a Top Dog.

Broken arm's bad enough.

Not your call.

Um...

I, um, wanted to thank you for rescuing me.

I think you saved my life today.

Well, I'm not sure you deserve it, but anyway...

What was I gonna do?

Yeah.

Um...

You know, maybe things'll be different in the future.

Now is the time.

Tuesday, 08:30PM.

You need to take control, Proctor.

Take some action.

What are you suggesting, Governor?

Now, I gave an order that Ferguson was invisible.

If anyone has an issue with the way I run things,

now's your chance to spit it out.

There are two ways to rule the rabble:

you can try to appeal to the people...

or you can terrify them.

Wentworth. Tuesday, 08:30PM on ShowCase.

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