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If you give me five minutes

- with Proctor...
- Absolutely not.

You are to have no further
contact with Proctor or her crew

under any circumstances.
Do you understand?

Hello, Shayne.

Ferguson is still making plans,
okay. She's meeting contacts.

- What contacts?
- Shayne Butler, Jiana's son.

Ferguson wanted someone on the
outside to take out Nils Jesper.

All right, I'll check it out.

- Fuck!
- Look, all

I'm trying to do is put away
the person who shopped you.

You ever lay a hand on me, this goes
online, and your career'll be over.

Do you remember once you
offered me something else?

- Having a baby?
- Are you serious?

Nash, it's me. I want to meet Miranda.

No. Not here.

How far to yours?

Bea, I didn't have anything
to do with it! I swear to God.

- I didn't know anything about it. Bea!
- Let's go!

Oh, hon. You really
fell for her didn't you?

- She played me all the way.
- She wasn't playing anyone.

- Where is she?
- You tell me. She's all yours now.

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God, look at her!

Nice tits!

- Fucking...!
- Whoo!

Pass it!

Do you like that?

How are you?

- Oh, my God.
- No, get off!

Come over here, baby.

Oh, my...

Fuck, my God.

Oh, hi Bea.

You nearly missed the show, love.

Okay, that's enough.

- What's she up to?
- Mm.

Oh, she's off her face and ready to get

on someone else’s by the looks, eh?

...and she was... Hey. Piss off.

- What did you say?
- Fucking slut!

Hey, hey.

- Pass it!
- You playing along?

Well done, you slut!

- Get the fuck off!
- Cut it out!

Jesus, Novak!

Was just trying to be nice.

We got her Mr Stewart. We're all good.

- Get her out of here.
- Right, come on.

So, you gonna take care of her or not?

You wanna pat my pussy, Mama?

Nah, she's all yours.

- Come on. Come on.
- Come on, baby, come on.

Fuck!

Come on now. Come on, baby.

You give her anything else, I'll
knock your fuckin' block off.

I don't want her near me.

She's a mess.

Then don't take her money.

Leave it alone, Smith.

Yeah.

All good, Mr Stewart.

You just missed one
of the great pleasures

of working with a bunch of randy women.

Straight back into it then?

Mate, don't feel embarrassed
about what happened.

Did you tell anyone?

No, I said I wouldn't.

They got it on video.

Kaz had a phone.

- Let's do a cell toss.
- Oh, good.

And tell the Governor what, exactly, eh?

- Relax.
- Look, if this thing gets out

- I'm fucked. Okay?
- Okay, okay.

There is no way I'm getting kicked
out of here because of that little

man-hating bitch!

Sierra 5, this is Sierra2.

Sierra 5, go ahead.

Can I see you in my office, please?

Yes Governor, on my way.

- Hey, we'll fix this.
- Okay.

Governor.

Morning.

Is the, ah, deputy governor in?

- Yeah, he's back on board.
- Oh, is he feeling okay?

Just a little rough around the edges.

Or a little bit frustrated that
I won't let him question Proctor?

No one's gonna lag, Vera.

But, I am in full support of
you and working on Ferguson.

Pleased to hear it.

I had a great time last night.

So did I.

Just keep me up to date, Mr Stewart.

- Yes, Governor.
- Mmm.

- The name's Shayne Butler.
- _

Oh, I've had a look at the file and
I reckon our office should handle it.

Oh, yeah, we do a lot of those.

So we'll take it from here, yeah?

All right, cheers.

So, if you can grab that file and
I'll see you down there in ten, yeah?

- Ms Fessler?
- Oh, I'm due in court, Franky.

Caulfield office want us to
take over one of their clients.

Whoa. We've got our hands full, Franky.

He's an indigenous kid,
a ward of the state.

- Oh, you're gonna play that card.
- I'm tryin' to.

- Yeah, go on. Hit me with it.
- Auto theft charge.

Hearing's schedule for next week.

I reckon if we talk to the DPP,

we should be able to
get his charges reduced.

- On what basis?
- Oh, long history disadvantage.

And considering everything
he's been up against,

I reckon he deserves a second chance.

That's not really a
legal argument, Franky.

Yet!

Okay take a meeting. Write an assessment

based on the interview
and I'll consider it.

Cool! Sweet.

Look who I found.

- Hey, Max!
- Oh!

- Oh.
- Hello.

- Welcome back.
- Oh!

Oh! oh.

- All right, Susan.
- Yeah?

- Take her things, put them in her cell.
- Yeah.

Come in. And Liz, why don't you make
Maxine a nice cup of your herbal tea.

Yeah, or maybe you'd
like us to rack off,

- so you can settle in?
- No, no, I

- just want things to be normal.
- Ooh, trust me, normal's overrated.

No, really, the sooner we
can move on, the better,

- okay?
- Oh, that's good, that's good.

'Cause... I think it's time. Baby time.

- You're ovulating?
- Uh, huh.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah,

I got... I got the horn real
bad, eh, and I got a... I got a...

bit of a slip 'n' side
happenin' in me undies,

- so, yeah, I reckon I am.
- Yes, yes, all right Susan.

We get the picture.

Okay, let's make this happen.

- What's the first step?
- I make a call to Martin.

Oh, how are we gonna get it in?

He'll come to the visitor's centre.

No. How're we gonna get it "in"?

- Oh.
- Yeah.

- Allie, fuck off!
- Just give me a taste.

- Get away from us.
- Fuckin' bitches!

- Hey, don't start!
- Well, you hand it over

- when it suits ya, don't ya?
- Hey, leave.

Hey.

I thought you were supposed
to be looking after her.

She was fine until you came along.

Don't you put this back one me.

What? She was clean. I got her
there. Do you know what that takes?

Well, she needs to pull her head in.

What are you staring at?

Leave it, eh?

Why the fuck is everybody looking at me?

Come on, let's go.

They want me, Bea.

- Shayne Butler.
- Ah, yes, take a seat.

Shayne? Hey.

I'm Franky, I'm the paralegal
dealin' with your case.

Yeah, and?

Come on.

I've had a look over your
file and, from what I read,

you weren't even in the stolen
vehicle at the time of the arrest.

No comment.

I'm on your side, you can talk to me.

Nice tatts.

Ta.

- I've got one.
- Yeah?

Cross your heart, hope to die.

Stick a needle in your eye.

Yeah, it's like never forget
what you promise, you know?

Yeah. That's cool.

You don't look much like a lawyer.

You don't look much like a criminal.

I reckon I can get your charges reduced.

- For real?
- Maybe, but we gotta do some work.

- Like what?
- Well, first things first.

Tell me about, uh, your background,
family, that sort of stuff.

No family. Mum's dead.
Don't know who Dad is.

And what about your friends?
Any mates in trouble?

Nothin' major.

None of them are doing time?

- No way.
- Hmm.

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

Um...

maybe Aunty Joan?

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

I just met her, really.
She, um... she knew me mum.

I'll be back, I'm just
getting some dressings.

Tell me more about her.

She looks a bit like, um, you know
that chick from 101 Dalmatians?

- Cruella de Vil?
- Yeah, that one.

That's who she looks like.

You're feeling my pain, Mr Stewart?

Must be rather dull for you.

Standing around in here when you could
be back out there, seeing the sights.

To be honest, I find you interesting.

- Do you?
- Yes.

- Oh.
- Well, compared to the other prisoners.

Oh, thought you were about
to pay me a compliment.

I've been warned about you, Joan.

Don't be too sure of
anything anyone tells you...

Jake.

Even I fell victim to the
internal politics of this place.

Mmm. Perhaps you could advise me?

- Why would I do that?
- We're stuck with each other.

It might be fun.

Vera a bit too vanilla for you, Jake?

Okay, let's get this arm dressed.

Bea? Bea!

They've got Allie. Juice and her crew.

Where?

Shouldn't you two be at work?

- This is none of your business
- Oh, yeah?

Yeah, you're up.

No, no, no. She was stealin' stuff
from my cell. I caught her in there.

Yeah, why didn't you quit
while you were ahead, Juice?

No, no, no, no. It is my right.

She is a thief.

Oh, yeah? How about next time
I put you in a wheelchair,

you won't get out of it? Huh? Huh?

Yeah! Come on.

And don't you touch her again!

Must be love.

Do you need to go to Medical?

I'm okay.

I would've ripped their heads off
in another couple of minutes, anyway.

Sure.

Get outta here. Go on.

Bea....

I've missed you.

I've missed you so much.

Please talk to me.

But you're a mess.

I'm not.

I'm not. I'm good, I'm
good. I just... I miss you.

- I need you.
- No.

I'll stop. I'll stop using. I promise.

I won't... I won't go near
the stuff again. I promise.

It's not the drugs.

This, you and me, whatever it was,

it's done.

You know what it was, you're
just too scared to admit it.

Whatever you need to tell
yourself is fine by me.

I...

I can still feel you.

- Please listen to me!
- You listen to me!

This is it!

This is the last time I save your arse.

I love you.

That's a shame.

Through you go.

Yes! Yes!

Hi, baby. Hi, Joshy.

- How's my little man?
- Doreen, this is Miranda.

- Hiya.
- It's so good to meet you.

- Oh, you, too.
- Lovely. Mwah!

I've heard so much about you.

Me too.

Oh, come on. Oh, are we a bit grizzly?

Are we a bit grizzly
this morning, hey, honey?

I don't know why. He
had such a great sleep.

Thanks so much for helping us out,
hey. Just till Nash finds a job.

- It's real generous of ya.
- Ah... nah, it's my pleasure.

Oh, nah, come on, it must
be the last thing you want.

You've got a toddler
screaming around the house

and now a baby, as well.

No, he's a dream, your little man.

Oh, we must need a walk
around the room, eh?

Stand him on your lap,

- he likes to use his legs.
- Yeah.

- He's really into it.
- Shhhhhh.

Should see Mia with him, Dors. She
loves having a little brother around,

- doesn't she?
- Yeah, such a nice age gap.

- Ay-yi-yi-yi.
- Actually, we've printed out some

photos for you.

- That's a great shot in the park.
- Yeah.

Yeah, me and Joshy are
spending heaps of time together.

Just remember, um...

this is all temporary.

Come on, Dor, it's good for
him to spend time with Mia.

I just don't want Josh getting
too attached to something

that's gonna change.

Oh, and no offence, it's just,

he's had a lot of stuffing around.

Yeah, well, they are
brother and sister, Dor.

- Half.
- Now, come on, be reasonable, please.

I am.

- Honey, come on. Come on, baby.
- Here, let me see what's wrong.

Hello, mate! What's wrong?

Watch this, Daddy's going to
calm you down in two seconds.

- Doreen, hi.
- I think

Josh should be back in here with me.

Are you concerned about the way Nash

- is looking after him?
- Oh, no, no, Nash is a great dad.

So, why the change of heart?

Josh is bonding to another woman.

Nash's housemate, his ex-girlfriend.

You know any nurturing that
he gets is really healthy.

And then what happens when I get out?

I know this is incredibly difficult for
you Doreen, but no matter what happens,

Josh and you, the bond
will never be broken.

I want him back!

I miss him.

Mmm. Only 8 more months.

But I'm gonna miss his
first step, his first word.

It's gotta be better
for him to be with me.

Maybe... if you can
speak to the Board...

You, are a fantastic mum.

Your initial instincts were right.
Wentworth is not a place for a baby.

- So, you won't help me?
- Of course I'm going to help you!

For a start we can work out a more

regular visitation schedule.

We can talk to Nash.

You just don't get it, do ya?

You're not a mother.

Sierra 2, this is Sierra 5.

Your assistance is
required in the plant room.

On my way, Sierra 5.

Mr Stewart.

Governor.

Jimmy?

Boiler's cactus, needs replacing.

- It's going to cost a bit.
- Oh, how much?

- You need to approve the work order.
- Yeah, yep, yeah, of course.

That's fine. You can just...

you just go ahead.

Thanks, mate.

So... um, how are...

How are things with Ferguson?

She hasn't mentioned much.

What, nothing?

Nothing... relevant.

She um...

she called you "vanilla".

"Vanilla"?

She's saying I'm boring.

- Look, I'm not sure that she meant...
- No, that is her way of undermining

my authority with you.
She can't help herself.

- She... "vanilla"!
- Vera...

You're the one who warned me not
to let her get inside my head.

You haven't said
anything to her, about us,

- have you?
- Of course not.

Just... "vanilla"?!

Yeah, but like, h-how... how
are we gonna get the jizz like,

far enough up me bang hole?

Oh, for goodness sake
Susan, you need a syringe!

- Oh! Oh! The queen has spoken, eh?
- Hey...

Well, listening to you work out a
problem, is like watching a kitten knit!

You're like watching a kitten...

- Hey! Hey!
- Shut up!

- This is meant to be a happy thing.
- Yeah, guys,

we gotta work together
to make it happen, yeah?

Well, how am I gonna get a syringe?

Jenkins for you.

Oh, hi... hi nurse.

Yeah, I feel really crook, eh? I...

What's the problem?

I think it's the food from lunch. I
might have had some undercooked chook.

Yep, straight through.

How are you?

I'm not bad.

You're recovering okay?

I'm still pretty sore.

You're still gorgeous.

Did you get to the clinic?

It's in my pocket.

- You're warm.
- Yeah.

Lie down.

Oh, no, I reckon I could
just lie down in me cell, eh?

I-I think I just need somethin'
to plug me up, you know?

Okay, I'll get you something.
Just wait here a sec.

Okay.

Maxine,

I wouldn't be a friend

unless I reminded you why
you put that sperm on ice.

You wanted a family, a husband, a home.

- But I'm here now. Martin, please.
- But not forever...

I know my brother, Gary, is a bloody
idiot, but not everybody is like that.

I'm doing my best to reassure
everyone else it's gonna be fine,

but I don't know if it
is gonna be fine, Martin.

Maxine, don't say that.

I have to grab every chance I've
got in case it's the last one.

So...

how do we do this?

Under the table.

Did the women get back to you?

- No, not yet.
- Ah.

- What are you doing?
- Nothin'.

- What's in your hand?
- Nothin'.

Officer Miles! She's taken something.

No.

- Show me what you've got Jenkins.
- No.

Show me. What's in your hand?!

What were you planning
on doing with that?

You're in the slot.

- No! No!
- Erickson!

- No, I'm not fuckin' going anywhere!
- Yes, you are. Yeah,

- you're going in the slot. No,
- No, you leave me the fuck alone!

- in the slot!
- No!

So, no one has ever mentioned
Helen's depression to ya?

Mm... nope, never.

Well, maybe it's the
real reason she's missing.

No, the real reason is Sonia killed her.

The depression’s bullshit, Liz.

It's just like her
husband's cancer story.

Oh, God. Well, how am I ever
going to get her to tell the truth?

You've just got to put
a bit of pressure on her.

Yeah, I have and she thinks I'm nosy and
I ask too many bloody questions, so...

- So, what?
- So, what do I do with that?

Look mate, I-I reckon she's onto me.

No, now you're just being paranoid, Liz.

Don't ask her direct questions.

- Use your own story to elicit hers.
- How do I do that?

By opening up about your own situation.

What about my situation?

How you came to be in here,
what happened, you know.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

- Yeah, I'll give, I'll give that a go.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

I really appreciate
what you're doing, Liz.

And you're doing really
well. Just hang in there.

Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa, God!

You know, I never thought I'd
end up surrounded by this lot.

Eh, they're a motley crew.

Yeah. I guess you never quite know

what you can do till someone
pushes you hard enough.

Well, what do you mean?

Oh, well, how I ended up in here.

You know, there was this
party and I got really pissed.

My mother-in-law had been digging
at me all day and I was sick of it.

Drove a tractor into her.

A tractor?

- Wow, you don't muck around.
- Yeah.

And I just thought, "I've had enough".

I mean, she was so mean,
all the bloody time.

And I'm chugging towards her and she's
just standing there, you know, like

"You wouldn't dare, Elizabeth".

- Arrogant.
- Yeah. That's it, that's it.

Yeah, and as I got close
to her, I just, you know,

I felt my foot get really
heavy, on the accelerator.

And then all of a sudden,
I just went vroooooooooom.

Flattened her.

That's, uh...

Wow!

Yeah, I copped a manslaughter charge.

Wow!

Thanks for sharing that with me, Liz.

Oh, no, it's good to
talk about it actually.

Yeah, it feels good.

Booms! I got a pressie for you.

- Are we in business?
- Where's Boomer?

I haven't seen her.
Dor, have you seen Booms?

She's in the slot.

- What?
- Had a row in Medical.

Yeah, it's melting.

You've got your own sperm
hidden inside your own snatch?

That's gotta be a first.

We've got a very narrow
window of opportunity here.

Leave it exactly where it is.
It'll stay the right temperature

- in there.
- No, no, it won't survive overnight,

- Sonia. How?!
- We will get it to Boomer,

- Liz? You up for a challenge.
- Mm.

Yeah.

- Jesus Christ! How many times...
- Wait, wait, wait.

- You've been told, leave us alone.
- Yeah, no, I have cash

- Yeah, your fucking money is
- this time.

- no good here.
- Well, just, so, tell me,

who else is holding then.

I can make you understand!

- Allie, hey. Are you right?
- Yeah, I... I'm just leaving.

What? What do you want, huh?

What's on the menu?

Whatever you want.

The report on Shayne Butler.

Leave it on my desk.

We need to move on this.

- What's the urgency, Franky?
- His hearing's next week.

Yeah, and I'll do it before then.

Okay.

I'll just...

Yeah, it's kind of a techno ***.

Going over, read...

- Hey, it's Franky Doyle from
- Yeah,

- Legal Relief.
- and it's mostly...

I need to speak to the prosecutor
in charge of Shayne Butler's case.

Met with her after the
dinner break, okay. Yeah?

Good. Off you go.

- Have you got anything with you?
- Nah, piss off.

- Are you sure?
- Just piss off.

You're kidding me.

- Yeah, fuck off!
- What's up with you?

Come on, let's go. I don't want to
stay here and watch this. Come on.

- Come on, I've got cash.
- Not for you, mate.

- How much do you want?
- Fuck off.

There's a phone in here.

- What?
- Don't look at me.

Kaz Proctor has a phone.

What's that got to do with me?

You're gonna get me that phone.

- Why would I do that?
- You get me what I want,

I give you what you need.

What do I need?

A g-bag?

That should fix you up, shouldn't it?

You get me that phone, we have a deal.

She's not his mother.

- Stop freaking out.
- I'm not freaking out, okay.

What I'm saying is...

if you agree, they might reconsider
letting me having him back.

We agreed that he's better off out here.

I need him and he needs me!

Josh is getting everything
he could possibly want.

I want him back!

Anderson, bring it down a notch.

Nash? Nash?

For fuck's sake!

Need some quiet time in the slot?

I have a right to a personal phone call.

No, it's okay. We're going.

Come on!

You okay?

He says I need to "settle down".

Nash and that chick he's livin' with,

they're making a perfect
little family with my kid.

Oh, Dors. We can deal with this.

- I just want my baby.
- Oh, God,

I know, sweetheart, I know.

Let me out! Please!

Pleeeeeease!!!!

Yeah, you gotta get me out of here.

Take the tray, Jenkins.

No, I don't want the tray!

Take the bloody tray, Jenkins!

I'm fuckin' sick.

Ow! Fuck!

So, I just think he
needs a gentle reminder

of his responsibilities
to the child's mother.

ASAP.

Good. Ta.

Hey.

You okay?

- Yep.
- You don't fuckin' look it.

You have gotta get off this
shit before you get hooked again.

I'm not using again. I
just had a little taste.

Then let's not go there again, okay?

Come here.

You ever lay a hand on me,

or any of the other girls, ever again,

this goes online and
your career is over.

Sierra 2, this is Sierra 5.

Where's the plumber?

I've got a surprise for you.

Oh, yeah, I don't really
have time for surprises.

Where are we going? What are you doing?

- Turn around.
- Excuse me?

What?

Oh.

Um... ooh...

Jake, hang... hang on. I, uh...

Just... just go with this.

- Uh-uh-uh.
- Ooh-ooh-ooh.

Just do as you're told, Governor.

What?

She doesn't have a clue about you.

You're not vanilla at all, Vera.

Uh.

What do you want me to call you?

Uh...

- Oh, fuck!
- Come on, you can make some noise.

Oh! Oh!

So I took a bit of a risk.
Called the DPP myself,

and we have work to do.

Now, you need a job
and a fixed address...

Did they say I'd get off?

Ah, not yet,

they just have a list of
concerns that we need to address.

Hey, chin up, yeah?

We're not givin' up yet are we?

- No.
- Okay.

So where are you living right now?

Mainly on Frosty's couch.

Well, you need to find
something more permanent.

- Yeah, okay.
- And what about work?

Start lookin'.

You're a cool chick, Franky.

You wanted to see me, Governor?

Yes. Come in.

Ferguson's made a request

- to see Shayne Butler again.
- Okay.

Well, I want you to confer
more closely with Mr Stewart.

I can handle this on my own.

- Don't have to be so defensive.
- You put me on a warning.

That is because I felt you'd shown lack

of judgement when it
comes to Kaz Proctor.

Look...

I do realise that I have
been tough on you recently.

But you should know that I consider
you an invaluable part of my team.

Thank you, Governor.

Really, I appreciate it.

You know as well as I do
that Ferguson will not stop.

So, neither will we.

Agreed.

One of the other officers'll
take you back to Medical.

Hm.

You're looking very smart today, Shayne.

Have to find me a job.

Good for you. What sort
of job are you looking for?

Somethin' with cars.

You need an apprenticeship.

Yeah, except I don't have
that much school behind me.

Oh, it shouldn't matter,
bright boy like you.

Well, the chick at the legal
centre, said if I could get a job,

a fixed address, well, then
I might be able to get off.

Well, I can't help
you with a job, but...

Yeah... yeah, I might be able to do
something about your accommodation.

I got a message you wanted to see me.

What do you want?

It's okay Dors. We are
gonna work everything out.

What do you mean?

Well, we're going to get Josh back in
here and everything's gonna be sorted.

I think you'll find Nash is
about to have a change of heart.

Wait, hang on...

What have you done?

It'll be fixed. Don't worry.

Oh, no.

You call if off. You
fucking call it off.

- Now!
- Fuck. Fine! Jesus.

What are you doin'?

It's not here!

- What?
- The phone is gone!

I can't call if off!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Nash! Are you okay?

- Yeah, of course, babe.
- Good.

Listen, take Josh and
get out of the house.

- Why? What's going on?
- There's no time to explain.

Just, you and Josh have
to get out of there now.

- What's... okay. Okay!
- Just do it! Please!

You are not gonna believe
what just happened.

- Mm-hm.
- Thank you, Jake.

How'd you get it?

- Ahhh...
- No, seriously?

Look, you don't have to worry,
it's not gonna come back on you.

Let me buy you a drink after work, yeah?

Yeah, right-o. If that'll
make you feel better.

Whoa!

Attention compound. Attention compound.

All women to report to
assigned work duties.

- Yeah, run away.
- I'm going.

I never gave up on you.

I saved your life.

You were gone.

You were dead.

On the floor, lying in a puddle,
but I never gave up on you.

Never.

- Mr Jackson!
- Get to work, Smith.

Come on, please! Just one minute.

What?

Was Allie Novak the one
that resuscitated me?

I thought you couldn't
remember anything?

I can't.

That's why I'm asking you.
If you wanna help me remember,

can you please tell me what
you saw when you found me.

I took over.

- From Allie?
- Mm-hm.

You weren't breathing when I got there.

Novak had already started resus,
she kept your heart beating.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

- Liz?
- Mm-hm.

I need to ask you something.

Yeah?

That story,

about the tractor,

it's not true, is it?

Yeah, course it is.

But you didn't do it deliberately,
I mean you're not a murderer.

What?

I talked to the other women...

they told me how upset you
were about the accident.

It wan an accident, wasn't it Liz?

Well, I might have
exaggerated a little bit,

- you know?
- Mmm.

The question is, why?

Why would you tell me you
deliberately killed someone?

I-I was...

well... I was... just...

You were showing me empathy.

Yeah.

Gosh, and sometimes
it's just good to talk.

- I appreciate the intention.
- Mm.

- It's a noble one.
- Yeah.

But the thing is...

I'm not a murderer either.

You all right?

No.

Allie has gone and fucked
herself up because of me.

- I mean, what am I supposed to do?
- Bea...

You can change that, okay.
You can go and help her.

I'm back!

Oh, how'd you go, how'd you go?

- Yeah, yeah. And you got it in?
- ...it was fuckin' awesome!

Take it from me.

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

Leg's up? Yeah, that brings it in...

- That does it great.
- Booms,

- d'you get your dinner?
- Yep.

Yes.

What is it, Smith?

I believe that one of the
prisoners may be in harm's way.

I'm requesting that she be
moved out of H3 and into my unit.

Tell you, it was the best
hot dog I've ever had, eh?

Hey, Lizzie told me if was
your idea, so thanks, Sonia.

Hey, I might, um, yeah.

- Oh.
- Thank you.

Hey, listen up.

Allie's taking the spare cell.

- What?
- Right-o.

I tell ya, this place
does my friggin' head in

- sometimes.
- Uh.

Okay...

you got one chance at this, Allie.

- I'll try.
- You won't try,

you're gonna stop!

It's not gonna be pretty.

I know.

I know.

Straight through, thanks.

Hey.

Hey.

Are you okay?

I'm fine, Doreen.

- Josh?
- He's fine. Everyone's fine.

Got 'em all out before
your mates rocked up.

They're not my mates.
It was some idiot in here

- that was...
- Dor...

- this is not okay.
- No, no, listen, please...

one of the women in here,
she was just tryin' to...

Miranda's kicked me out of the house.

So, you can get your own place.

Somewhere we can share when I get out?

I can't find a job...

and now we have nowhere to live.

I'm taking Josh to Perth.

Mum and Dad said they'd put us up,

my cousin's got a job for me
in his panel beating business...

But I'm stuck here.

Even when I get parole, I
won't be allowed to travel.

I can't do it all on my own.

But I'll never see him,

or you!

No, don't, don't do this, Nash.

- We'll find another way.
- I'm sorry, Dor...

but right now,

this is the best that I can do.

Nash?

Hey, hey, Nash!

- Franky, Shayne Butler.
- Hey...

You read my report?

I get a rather interesting
phone call from the DPP,

about an application that
came from this office.

I thought if I made the initial inquiry,

- we could just get the ball...
- Franky!

Have I stuffed it up for Shayne?

They're prepared to
reconsider the charge,

as long as I go and talk to them now.

We're looking at a
non-custodial sentence.

Well, that's good enough.

Wait!

Franky, don't ever put in an
application without my permission again!

Okay.

It's been a rough road
for you to get here.

Don't screw it up for
the sake of one kid!

He's a good kid.

And they're the ones
that break your heart.

- Heya, Franky!
- Hey.

- You want me, don't ya?
- You wish!

So, I got some good news for you...

Hey, you want a drink? I found
some vodka in the freezer.

Ooh, not for me thanks, and
I don't think for you either.

Yeah, you're right. Better not.

So, you get me off?

Ah, not totally, but they've
given you a lesser charge.

Like what?

Shayne, who's place is this?

It's okay, it's a freebie.

My godmother, Joan. She said I
can stay here whenever I want.

Hey?

Let's go get a drink.

I'd love to but I've
got something else on.

Maybe tomorrow night?

Yeah, um... yeah, could
whip up my famous spag bol.

- Sounds delicious.
- Right.

Night, Vera.

Yep, ni... night.

Fucking stiflingly fucking hot in here!

Jakey!

Fucking open the door!

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Get back.

Better?

- Better!
- Hey...

Come on, it's just an old school eccy.

Let's go! I've had one.
Don't leave me hangin'.

Come on.

Fucking stuff!

- Yes!
- Whoo!

I can't breathe.

Let me out, let me out!

She won't let me out!

Let me out, fucker! Fucker!

Oh, sounds like the

- exorcist in there, eh?
- Mm.

Should we see if they need anything?

- I think we just wait.
- Thanks, love.

What do you think, Sonia?

I can't imagine but, ah...
I think she's in good hands.

- Mm.
- Mm.

_

What are you doing?

Are you trying to humiliate me?

_

Have you forgotten what she did to you?

Argh!

We take her down.

We take Bea down, you'll be Top Dog.

And finally get equality
for all the women in here.

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

Hey, it's time to kick some heads in!

You've got yourself
into a bit of a pickle.