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Has Ferguson mentioned Eve Wilder?

I think Ferguson remembers her.

Ferguson has no memories.

Don't you think it's
a bit of a coincidence

that the only person
Ferguson is friendly with

is someone she used to know?

No! Lou, no!

You need to take better care
of yourself, Nanny Wilder.

I think he's just being friendly.

Let's test his affections.

I'm worried about you,

about what you said, you
know, wanting to kill them all.

Yeah, I was just upset.
Don't worry about it.

I really am sorry about this.

Now!

You're fucked, Judy.

What do you wanna do with her?

Put her out to the women, let
natural justice take its course.

Listen to my deal.
You'll want to hear it.

What's the deal?
Let's hear it.

- Drag her out.
- What? She's under my protection.

Fuck Ann Reynolds.
Fuck them all.

We're gonna bomb our way out.

Yeah?

Mr. Hubert misses Jaybird.

Are you taking care of her?

Yeah, Lou Kelly's taking
real good care of her.

Mr. Hubert appreciates that, Lou.

It'll be good to see him.

I've put his name on
my visitors' list.

When's a good time?

Today, if he's up for it.

Visiting hours are 12 till two.

Mr. Hubert will be there, Lou.

The updated roster comes out next week.

The recent staff reduction
means a big shake-up,

so expect a bit of a
backlash from the officers.

What about the new overtime rates?

We'll talk about that
next week. Anything else?

Yeah, when do you want
Jenkins released from the slot?

She can come out after lunch.

Bryant's had a falling
out with her H1 crew

and has been transferred into H5,

but just be alert for any tensions.

- If that is it, thank you, everyone...
- Sorry I'm late.

I'm sorry,

but I've just come from a
meeting with the Minister.

This slammer.com fiasco is causing
a shit-storm in Spring Street,

so, in consultation with the governor,

I've decided to offer
a bonus month's wages

to whichever officer finds that camera.

Good. If there's nothing else,

er, let's get back to
work, thank you. Er, Ann?

- When did we, er, consult on this?
- Didn't we?

Oh, well, there's nothing wrong
with a bit of incentivising.

I might be the one copping it, but
all of our arses are on the line.

- Hey...
- My day's chockers.

If it's important, stick it in an email.

Is that them?

Okay.

Shit. Why would Miller do this?

Honestly? I don't know.

He staked his career on Ferguson
being genuine at her committal.

So now he knows she's not?

Well, maybe she's got something
over him, but, either way,

he made a decision to
support her deception,

so he is up to his neck in it now.

Have you shown Jake this?

- God, no.
- Vera, we need to expose them.

Will, these were obtained
illegally, they're inadmissible.

- Then we fire the fuck.
- On what grounds?

You... You said Miller is
giving her Psuldrycin, right?

I caught him with it. I
was stupid agreeing to...

If we can prove that he's giving
a prisoner a banned medication,

I can use it as a pretext
to sack and discredit him.

Which would fuck up his support
of Ferguson at her trial.

We'll piss test her.

You and your lot, you're making a mess.

We wouldn't have to, Zheng, if
you told us where this camera is.

I cook, I don't make no fucking video.

Someone knows something.

What you looking for? Get out of there.

Sorry for the
inconvenience, Miss Wilder.

Oh, it's no inconvenience, Mr. Stewart.

If I have to keep telling
you to call me Eve,

I might have to put you over my knee.

Sorry, Eve. I'll be
on my best behavior.

What?

Come on, I can practically
smell the pheromones.

You stop it.

Maybe the rest of us should
just leave you two alone

and let you get it out
of your system.

There's plenty of places
to hide in this kitchen.

The utility room.

No eyes in there.

It could be your very own...

- boudoir d'amour.
- Oh, you're incorrigible.

You know what I did to Allie?

I can do the same to you.

- Get fucked.
- I will fucking put you in a wheelchair, bitch!

- You know I'll do it.
- Get out!

- Not before we have an agreement.
- Oh, yeah? An agreement about what?

A little real estate transaction.

I've got a lovely cell in H5
overlooking sweet fuck all.

You're moving in there,
I'm moving in here.

Suck my dick, Judy.

- What the fuck is going on?
- I don't feel safe.

I want to move here next
to you, she can go to H5.

I made it clear you're under my
protection. That should be enough.

Yeah, it should be,
but it fucking isn't.

I've got a target on
my back out there.

You need to keep me close.

Kath?

I need you or your
little bunk buddy here

to request a transfer out, okay?

Er, that would be no.

Er, maybe you didn't hear me.

No, no, my hearing's perfectly fine.

Then your understanding's fucked.

No, I understand exactly what you are.

- Kelly?
- I'm not going anywhere.

Kelly? You've got a visitor, let's go.

I've got my eye on you, Kath.

You're always watching the
clouds. What are you looking for?

- Maybe a sign.
- Who, from God?

As if.

Do you know why Lou's protecting Judy?

No, I don't, Allie.

I swear, I don't.

Lou doesn't trust me
enough. Not yet, anyway.

But whatever the reason,

it trumps the fact that Judy
stole all of Reb's money.

Can I ask you a question?

It's, well, it's a
pretty big one. I, um...

If I re... requested a move into H1,

would that be something
you'd be willing to consider?

- Fuck me, Marie.
- I know, I know it's a big ask.

Big ask?

Understatement of the fucking century.

You have no idea.

Or maybe you do, I don't
know. Maybe you're crazy.

Where do you start?

Sifting through all of
the... misery and bullshit

and pain that you caused.

Yeah, I get it.

It's too much. There's
too much bad blood, I know.

It was... Fuck.

It's stupid, I should never have asked.

Maybe I am crazy. Sorry.

Look, I'll ask, but...

Come on, you should
be in the shade, girl.

You'll get blacker than me out here.

- That was subtle.
- What did she want?

This is the call log from the burner
phone your auntie Fran sent me.

Now, on the date you claim Jones
and Morelli kidnapped your sister,

- the phone received two calls from a blocked number.
- Ah, shit.

Blocked numbers mean diddly
bloody squat. Could've been anyone.

Sure, but then I checked out
Eddie's phone the daughter sent.

He made one call to, and
received one shortly after that

- from this number.
- Jones's mobile?

He fucked up, Rita. He
left Eddie a voicemail.

All we need to do is get the telco
to disclose the blocked number

on your burner phone. If it
belongs to Detective Jones...

It'll link us all together on that day.

It'll corroborate my story.

Do you think it's enough to force
them bastards to reopen the case?

I think so. I've already made a
number of calls to senior police,

and, if we're lucky, we
might even get the GPS data

on where these calls were made.

At the very least, it'll
put the wind up Jonesy.

Make the prick squirm.

At the end of the day, we've
got to get the cops on board.

They have to pressure
the telco to play ball,

otherwise it could all be for nothing.

You've got to be positive, Reet.

- You'll get the bastard.
- Oi! So, I just got out of the slot.

Why is Judy not dead?

'Cause I thought all them other
bitches were going to kill her.

- Yeah, didn't quite work out like that.
- Yeah, no shit!

I just saw her in the freaking corridor,

and everyone's saying
she's with Lou now?

- Yeah, Lou's protecting her.
- Why?!

- That's what we're trying to figure out.
- She's a fucking Judas!

It don't make no sense.

Yeah, well, that's not the only
thing that doesn't make sense.

Allie?

You want to tell them about Marie?

- What about Marie?
- Yeah, what about Marie?

Well, come on, we're all
here. Tell 'em what Marie said.

She wants to move into H1.

What?

Er, no.

She's in Lou's crew!

I guess she wants out. I think
she's trying to make good.

And you believe her?

So, what, she just wants to
move in here with us and...

No.

Have you forgotten
what that snake's done?

She killed Boomer's mum.

Er, actually, that was
Brody, and I shot him.

She tried to put a bullet in Ruby.

There's no way in hell
I'm having that snake

sleeping in the same unit as my sister.

I can't believe you're asking
us to consider it, Allie.

- Look at Boomer, she's freaking the fuck out.
- No, no, no!

Okay, well, I guess we
know your position, Rita.

But I said I would ask, so I'm asking.

You know what I think.

Good chat.

You're dreaming if you think there's
a way back from what you've done.

I've changed, Rita.

Just give me a chance
to prove it, please.

You've blown every fucking
chance you ever had.

You really think you're
gonna be safe in H1?

I can't stay here with
Lou. I can't. Please.

You should be more scared
of me than you are of Lou.

You've done nothing but play
us, Marie, time and time again.

You killed Ray!

You tried to kill Ruby, for fuck's sake!

You're nothing but a deceitful dog.

We only ever talk here.

You're paranoid, Princess.

Those pricks bug
cells, trust me on that.

Now, listen very carefully.

You've got to give Frazer these
instructions word for word.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Good to see you.
- Yeah.

JUDY, QUIETLY: He'll need a
van, same type as a prison one,

plus guard uniforms.

You'll need guard uniforms
to get through the gate.

He's to build an explosive device

with no more than half a
kilogram of Semtex or gelignite.

You got that? Half a kilo.

Jesus Christ, you are
a fucking terrorist.

She wants it packed with at
least 5kg of Semtex or gelignite.

Half a kilo will blow a hole
big enough for us to get through.

Any more than that, it'll be too big.

Five kilos?

That's bloody big.

We don't want any casualties, all right?

Judy wants mass
casualties of senior staff.

He's to drive to the south
wall of the exercise yard.

Once there, he plants the device.

She wants you to park it
at the admissions entry,

directly behind the
senior officers' staffroom.

And she wants it timed to go off

during their 5pm Monday staff meeting.

She's looking to bring this
whole fucking prison to its knees.

And in all the confusion
after that bomb goes off,

we'll be gone before they know it.

Semtex will be hard to
source, but gelignite...

... yeah.

Good.

- I've got Ferguson.
- Thanks, Mr. Stewart.

Here you go.

I'm not scheduled for a drug test.

What part of random
don't you understand?

Behind the curtain, go on.

Ah, Eve. Just the face I wanted to see.

Would you be interested in a
change of shift this afternoon?

- Change?
- I need someone to clean the conjugal room.

It's pretty cushy, gets
you out of peeling carrots.

- Of course.
- Great.

I'll come get you later.

I was with Mr. Stewart

when he specifically
asked to change your shift.

You know what that means, don't you?

He wants to get you alone
in that conjugal room.

Go on, peel that carrot.

Judy's a bitch.

You slut!

Oi, let me give the princess
a fucking minute, huh?

- How'd you go?
- Yeah, good.

- Frazer said he can make it happen.
- Timeline?

Well, there's quite a bit to do, so

- I'll call him tomorrow.
- Hm, no, I need to speak to him myself, actually.

Look, this is a big fucking deal,

and it's got to happen
before my extradition hearing.

- It will.
- I need to be sure you got all the details right.

I did.

Also, remember that you can't make
any calls or have any visitors.

This is the only way to do it.

What about a burner phone?

Well, there's been a
lot of cell tosses, so

- prison's clean of 'em.
- Well, Zaina's still got one.

She uses it to run her contra racket.

You really want to tip Zaina off?

With all this heat around you?
Use your fucking head.

I just need to feel in control of this.

Clearly, but the thing is,

I don't give a shit
about your feelings,

so you're just going
to have to trust me.

- Why would I trust you?
- 'Cause I've gone all fucking in to protect you.

And 'cause I want out
of here as much as you.

Hey.

I need you to do something.

Get Zaina's phone for me.

- What? Why?
- I just want to fuck up the contra trade.

- Bring her down a peg.
- You're top dog.

- You took the last one off her.
- It's better I'm not connected.

Just get it for me, yeah?

It'd mean a lot.

Cell toss in 20.

Spread the word.

Attention, lockdown.
Attention, lockdown.

All prisoners return
to their units.

Cell tosses in progress.

All prisoners return
to their units.

Cell tosses in progress.

Jenkins, get in here.

Ah, shit.

Why'd you shut the door?

- I know where that camera is.
- Wh... what camera?

I'm not leaving without it.
You will squat and cough for me.

No. No, no, no way.

- It's either that or the glove.
- No, it's not, no. Not without my say so it's not.

- Officer Green, could you step in here, please?
- Sure.

I am 100% certain Jenkins
has the slammer-cam.

If you can get it out,

I'll give you a 20% cut
of the month's wages.

- 25.
- Hm.

Get fucked!

- Hey, what's the officer doing?
- What's going on in there, Miss Miles?

Nothing for you lot to worry about.

- Doors stay open during a cell toss.
- Mind your own fucking business.

Do you want to be
slotted again, Jenkins?

You do that, and I'll tell the governor

exactly why I kneed that
fat fuck in the nads!

Clean this shit up.

All right, that's it, let's wrap it up.

- What happened to you?
- No, nothing.

Get rid of it.

Don't you want to keep it?

- Might come in handy.
- No.

Destroy it, chuck it.
I don't want it found.

Why are you protecting
Judy after what she did?

It's just business, Marie.

Nothing for you to worry about.

I'm telling you, the phone
is not where I put it.

We've got to fucking find it.

I didn't lock it.

Winter?

Where are you off to in such a hurry?

- Oh, I was just heading down to...
- I need you to come with me.

There's a cop here to speak to you.

You hear me? Move it.

Fuck.

Got Winter for you.

Thanks.

Grab a seat.

You know who I am?

- Should I?
- No.

If you did, I wouldn't
be very good at my job.

But I know you very well.

Oh, come on, you're
barking up the wrong tree,

'cause I have zero desire
to help out the cops.

No, this is not about you helping me.

25 years, that's what you're looking at.

See, personally, I think it's only fair

that someone facing a whack like that

gets to understand the real reason

why they are going to rot in a shit-hole

for the rest of their miserable life.

So, Marie,

do you want to know the truth or not?

Okay, tell me.

Er, yeah, I suppose I
should've warned you.

We'll need new sheets,
pillows, air freshener, tissues.

Er, you'll need to restock the, erm...

- Prophylactics.
- Yeah.

Anyway, I'll, er, leave you to it.

I'll be back in 20 minutes or so.

Ah, Eve...

What?

- This is so...
- Miss Wilder!

- You naughty boy!
- Eve!

What the fuck are you doing?!

Are you fucking crazy?!

Jesus!

Don't look at me like that!

- Here, here you are.
- No!

Hey, Deng?

Can you take Wilder back to H6?

- What happened?
- Just take her back.

Oh.

♪ Hush little baby,
don't say a word ♪

♪ Mama's going to buy
you a mockingbird. ♪

Oh, Eve.

I feel...

I feel responsible.

I should have...

I should have warned you about him.

Wh... what do you mean?

He's done this before.

So...

What?

He's...

He's led other women on.

Just to crush and debase them.

So, what, other prisoners?

No, Vera Bennett.

He abused her, emotionally, sexually,

and then he discarded
her like a used hanky.

As if that wasn't humiliation enough,

he just moved straight on to
fuck some white trash of a nurse

that used to work here,
just to rub her face in it.

Poor Miss Bennett, she was
utterly, utterly degraded.

Well, you kept that quiet. Why
the fuck didn't you tell me this?!

You, you...

You seemed so enamored
with him, I just...

I thought, I hoped that...

Well, maybe he'd changed.

I'm so sorry.

I mean, clearly, I was dreadfully wrong.

He's probably in
medical now, with that...

Nurse Shen.

He's obviously got a thing for nurses.

No doubt he's giving her a
good, slow fuck as we speak.

I think...

... it's hush-hush time.

It's his morning in the dining room.

The shift includes
overseeing kitchen clean-up.

You know where all the blind spots are.

In the utility room,
where the freezer is.

It's a surveillance dead zone.

You'll have to cover it.

So when can you come in?

Not until next week.

Shit.

It's just that I've
got to lose some weight.

- Are you going on a diet?
- No...

No, it's just, erm, things
are getting too hot in here.

I've got to shed some pounds, you know?

Oh. Oh, yeah, right.

Yeah.

We need to talk.

In private.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Mop room, 20 minutes.

All done, Zheng. Last to leave?

Clean as a whistle, Mr. Stewart.

Fuck me.

- What do you want, Marie?
- I had a visitor yesterday.

True? I'm surprised
you've still got mates.

No, he wasn't a mate.

He was a cop.

Name of Jones.

He prefers Jonesy.

What are you looking for, Rita? A shiv?

Think I might try and
cut your throat, hm?

But see, to do that, I'd have to
sneak up behind you, like a coward.

But no, no, no, no, I
face my enemies front on.

Like you faced Ray?

Oh, you killed Ray, Rita, when you
put on that phony fucking jacket.

You're like a sheep in wolf's clothing.

But, oh, I'm the deceitful
dog, aren't I, hm?

You've been lying through your
fucking teeth for ten years!

Does Ruby know who you are?

This is nothing to do with Ruby.

This has got everything to
do with every woman in here.

Because you're a dirty fucking copper.

What are you gonna do, Rita?

Kill me to shut me up,
like you killed Drago?

You strut around here
all holier than thou

in that ridiculous fucking outfit,

but you are no less
of a monster than I am,

you are just a sanctioned one.

And a better liar.

I am what I am.

Oh, what a load of bullshit,
Rita! You're a fucking hypocrite!

You are the worst of us.

The worst.

Now fuck off.

Go on.

Fuck off.

It's done.

He's in the freezer.

On ice.

I have to see it.

That's for Blackmoore, you evil cunt!

(EVE YELPS, THEN GRUNTS

Shh.

It's hush-hush time.

Which camera, over?

K3, global camera on the east
wall, overlooking the cooktops.

That's a negative for a fault,
looks like it's been covered.

Copy that. You need backup?

Standby.

Oh, what...

This is Sierra Six.

We have a code black.

Fuck!

- Ambulance is on its way.
- Okay, good.

Hello, it's Nurse Shen. I'm
just going to take this off.

I just got your message, what happened?

Er, Linda found Wilder in the kitchen.

She's missing an eye.

Her eye?

- No-one knows where it is.
- Where's Ferguson?

She's in her unit.

Will, this has her
fingerprints all over it.

Eve, Eve, hey, hey, listen to me.

What happened in the kitchen?

- Hey?
- Sierra 7 calling Sierra 6.

What happened to your eye?

This is Sierra 6.

- Did Ferguson do this?
- No response from Sierra 5.

Copy that. Jake isn't responding
to any of his radio calls,

no-one's seen him.

- Where was he rostered?
- Kitchen.

Check the freezer.

Sierra 5, this is Sierra 2, do you copy?

Mr. Stewart, please respond.

Mr. Stewart?

Mr. Stewart?

Mr. Stewart, do you copy?

Mr. Stewart?

Jake! Jake!

Shh, okay, hold still, hold still!

Okay, got it.

- You all right?
- Get 'em off me.

Okay.

God.

Okay, careful, careful.

That's it.

Okay. Slowly.

Jake, was it Ferguson?

- No.
- What?

Eve.

Wilder?

- Oh, shit.
- Watch your head. Watch your head.

Uh-uh, slow, slow, slow. You
might have a concussion. Careful.

What happened?

I don't know, she knocked me out.

Jake, were you sexually assaulted?

No.

I... I don't, I don't know.

Fuck. Shit.

Vera, you can't say anything.

Oh, Jake, it doesn't...

- No, it's...
- Whatever happened,

- I have to report it.
- No!

No, the last thing I need is
the staff getting wind of this.

- I'll be a laughing stock.
- Oh, Jake...

I mean it! Vera, please.

Please.

Miller.

Have you been to medical?

Yeah, I've just come back.

Wilder's going to hospital.
I don't think she'll return.

Given her state, I'm
recommending a stint in Sinclair.

Hm, yeah, I bet you are.

Is everything all right?

Ferguson was behind it.

Behind what?

Wilder losing an eye.

From what I could ascertain,
Wilder took her own eye.

Ferguson made her do it. She has form.

A former prisoner, Jodie Spiteri.

Ferguson did exactly
the same thing to her.

- Made her gouge her own eye out?
- Yeah, look it up, check her file.

- Vera, I think that's highly unlikely.
- Why?

Because she's Kath Maxwell,
couldn't hurt a fly?

She is Joan Ferguson,
and she is a psychopath.

Are you really going to stake everything

on a monster like that?

Out.

Out!

You want to move your fucking arse?

What did he say?

He said he can source the gelignite
through one of his contacts.

But it's gonna take him
three weeks to make the bomb.

No, no, that's cutting it too fine.

My extradition hearing's
coming up, so...

Well, he can't do it any quicker, so...

I have still got a target on my back.

I might not even last three weeks, so...

maybe we should just call it off.

The word is that
Wilder's not coming back,

so there's a spare cell in H6.

Good.

My fucking God.

You off your food, Booms?

Hm? Mm.

Hey, where's Reet?

She said she wasn't hungry.

- Are you okay?
- Oh, no, I'm just not hungry either.

- What? You love jelly.
- Yeah.

I think it smells a bit funny.

Hey, erm,

so, Gavin's coming in next week,

we're gonna have another conjugal

so I can give him the camera back.

- Oi, that's deadly.
- Yeah.

- You can try again for a bubba.
- Yeah.

A week's a long time but, eh?

Hey, I can hold the
camera for you if you want.

Yeah, me too. I can
stick it under my blanket.

And if Smiles tries any more shit
again, we'll punch her tits in.

Hurry up and eat your jelly before I do.

Fuck!

- What's going on?
- What the fuck is that?

- What is it?
- You cunt-hole!

Clean it up, will you?

I've got my eye on you.

How's Jake?

Still pretty shaken up.

Ferguson's urine analysis.

What?

Could they have made a mistake?

No, they tested for an A and a B
sample, both came back negative.

Shit. I know Miller is
giving her that drug.

This isn't gonna be easy as we thought.

Maybe we should get the DVP
to request a second opinion?

Miller was appointed by the court, Will.

They'd want legal proof he's dodgy
before they'd appoint someone else.

We've got to find another
way to get rid of him.

Find some dirt.

You not hungry, sis?

Hey, you should've seen
what happened to Lou Kelly.

Hey, Reet?

You all right?

Marie knows.

Knows what?

That I'm a cop.

Oh, shit.

You've got to tell Mr. Jackson.

I can't risk being separated from you.

When Marie outs me,

they'll be coming for you, too.

I'm so sorry.

Hey, there's something
that I need to tell you.

Me too.

Judy's moving in here, so

you two are going to have to get along.

I don't... Look, I don't get it.

You know, you cry over Reb every night,

but here you are protecting
the person who stole his money.

His dream. Why are you doing that?

I told you that I was
going to make them pay

for what happened to Reb.

Yeah.

Judy's gonna help me.

Oh. How?

What did you want to tell me?