You're lookin' skinny.
Like a scrawny black fella. Somethin' wrong?
I've got somethin' to tell you.
My dad has cancer, Allie. He's dying.
I just wish I could talk to Rita.
In exchange for your evidence against the Attorney General,
DPP will investigate your former undercover handlers.
They've already been suspended pending the inquiry.
The AG has people out there after me,
and now I've gotta worry about Jones and Morelli?
Jesus. Come on, baby. We gotta go.
I walked into the showers just when she was havin' it.
Lou and Marie were in there,
and they were trying to stick a shiv in her.
Fucking liar!
Novak's in the slot.
We can't keep her there forever.
We need some fucking help here!
Kelly. I want you to take Marie Winter
and the other ex-Protection prisoners under your wing.
What do I get outta this?
I'm willing to let Keane resume her HRT.
Joan, do you recognise these people?
No. And I told you... please don't call me Joan.
My name is Kath Maxwell.
- Synced and corrected by chamallow - - www.addic7ed.com -
I'm not touching you! I'm not touching you. Go.
Look at her.
Queen of the Critters.
Can't get proper mates, so she makes friends with the paedos, eh?
Oh, hey, Smiles!
Smiles.
Any idea when Allie's gonna get out of the slot?
- No. - Miss Miles?
- I need to see the Governor. - What for?
- I need to talk to Rita. - Never gonna happen.
Hey, what's... what's happening?
I just spoke to my dad.
He's getting worse and worse.
Shit.
I gotta talk to Rita.
Hey. Can you...
can you talk to the cops, tell them what's goin' on
and make 'em tell you where Rita is?
The authorities couldn't care less.
Hey.
Could you hack into the government system?
You reckon you could find my sister?
Maybe. But I need internet access.
What if I find a phone?
No, phone's no good. I need a computer with unrestricted access.
Medical report says, uh,
"Patient is quite confused, with total memory loss."
- Fuck's sake! This printing company's useless. - What's happened?
Oh, I said to them, I said, you know, "Include all the appendices",
and the idiots have gone and left one out.
- Ann, it will be OK. - No, it won't be OK.
If I don't impress the Minister, then we're all fucked.
OK, I will sort it out. I will...
get some of the women to copy the page,
insert it into the reports. Would that work?
Yes. Yes, that would help me.
- You don't need to worry. - OK.
Now, the Minister's also been on the phone
- about Joan Ferguson's transfer papers. - Yeah.
Uh, I'm sending her interstate soon as she's released from the hospital.
She's an A-class prisoner. She should be coming back here.
She can't.
- Out of the question. - Why?
If she came back here, she would completely destabilise the prison.
The last time she was here, the women tried to hang her.
OK. I'll, uh, talk to the Minister when I see him.
Is the auditorium ready?
Yeah. The AV guys have finished setting up.
- OK. Better make sure they haven't stuffed it up too. - Hey. Uh, Ann?
Ann.
Winter's been in the medical holding cell for a week,
and Novak's in the slot. We can't keep 'em in there forever.
What do you suggest?
Well, I think we should transfer Winter to another prison.
Wasn't she the victim?
Yes, but Novak is Top Dog
'cos she's a much better influence on the women.
Well, they're both money in the bank.
Why not move Winter to H6? She'll be safe with Kelly.
The last thing we need is two troublemakers teaming up.
No. The last thing we need is another dead prisoner.
So, why are we being moved again?
New policy. All the rotten eggs go in the same bin.
Well, can't you put me somewhere else?
Put me in fuckin' J Block. Please.
You don't get to choose.
I want the one with a view.
Nice shiner. That's kinda hot.
No, I told you. I don't have the money.
So how are we gonna fix this?
Arm wrestle?
Oh, you're a cheeky bitch.
You know, lucky for you, I've already decided not to shiv ya.
Sit down.
Look, it turns out you're pretty unpopular.
You could come in handy.
See, I reckon that the women hate ya
'cos they're just a little bit scared of ya.
Hm?
Fear's a pretty valuable commodity in this place, and I'm buyin'.
So, what? You in, or what?
I don't really have a choice, do I?
No.
Welcome home.
You know you could make cheese toasties with this, eh?
- Ew. That'd be soggy as. - No, come on, don't shit on my idea.
I reckon you could make loads at once, eh?
Or one giant toastie.
Yeah! See, now you're thinkin'. That's...
- Oi! Mouse! - Yeah?
No, no, not you. Real mouse.
You sure?
Yeah. Must be a brainy one, eh, one,
'cos he's dodged all the traps.
- Good morning, everyone! Um... - Morning, Miss Bennett.
OK. Ruby, Judy, Boomer... got a job for you.
The GM is holding a presentation in the auditorium.
We need help with some photocopying.
Uh, ye... We're already doin' a job, eh?
And I need you to do something else for half an hour.
No worries. We can do that.
OK. Good. Um...
Yeah, three of you will do. Let's go.
- Come on. - Wh... ?
Hey, why are you such an eager beaver?
You wanna find Rita?
Where there's a presentation, I'll bet there's a wireless network.
Ah.
Attention, Compound. Attention, Compound.
The canteen is now open to C Block.
Hey, d'you want one?
Comms, the mail's here.
I don't trust him.
Oi, what's Marie doing here?
That's just part of the deal with Reynolds.
So, did you get your HRT shot?
- Yes, I did! - Yes!
- Told ya she would come through! - I know. I know! I know.
Oi, I forgot how much that fuckin' needle hurts...
- Oh, bum. - ... but oh my God.
Still.
I cannot wait to feel like myself again.
Yeah. Well, once I get on to Trav, we'll be back on the money trail.
Now, do you want me to rub it?
- Just 'cos I can. - No, shut up!
- Just let me do it. Come on. - Fuck off.
Thanks.
Hey, uh...
- Youse wanna see me artwork? - What?
Me artwork.
Oh.
- Nice cheeks! - I know. Not bad, eh?
Oi, the screws'll freak out if they see that.
Nah, nah! They're gonna want a signed copy.
- Of this. - Get off it!
- Fuckin' bitch. - Hey.
- I wasn't trying to hurt you. - Oh, bullshit.
I fuckin' saw you.
I stopped Lou. If it wasn't for me, she'd be dead.
Oh, whatever.
If you want a piece of Ruby,
- you gotta come through me. - Ruby has nothin' to worry about.
Oh, you are such a fuckin' liar!
Come on, Rube.
All right.
OK. Cheers, Trav.
Yeah.
OK, call you later.
Bye.
We have the details.
Let's go.
Oh, well, sure, come in!
Have a seat. You want a coffee?
We just need your phone.
- Yeah, and I need a grand. - Hey, don't get up.
You put Reb in hospital with that shit you peddled me.
So I'm thinkin'...
you owe us.
OK, fine.
I'll give you your money back, no worries.
No, we don't want your money.
We want your phone.
Sure. Behind the toilet paper.
Can you unlock it?
One call. That's it.
Zaina?
- Wh... ? - Hey. Yusef.
- Cool name. - Oi, what are you doing calling my brother?
- Who is this? - Hey, mate, uh,
I got Zaina here, and I've also got a shiv
and a bit of a terrible temper.
Who the fuck are you, bitch?
I'm the bitch who's gonna use it on her
unless you pay five grand into the account I'm about to text ya.
- What? Is this for real? - She's not kidding, Yo-Yo. Do what she says.
You got five minutes.
Bye, Yo-Yo!
Oh, well.
He sounds nice.
Sierra Two, this is Sierra One.
The Minister's car has just arrived.
OK. Yeah, copy that, Sierra One.
Ann?
Minister's here.
- OK. Coming. - All right, you lot...
you got five minutes. Can you hurry it up?
You ready?
Shit. Mouse!
Oh no. Where? Oh!
- Where's the mouse? - I think I just saw it!
- What? - Yeah, you kn... Oh!
- Mouse! Mouse. - Over there!
- Shit. Shit. - Where's the mouse?
- Wait, look under the seats! - Gosh.
- It's over there. - Oh, no, no, no!
- I think I saw its tail over there. - Shit.
- What if there's two of them? - Where? Wait...
- Oh! - What?
Suck those little suckers up.
- Fuck those little sh... - Oh! There!
- Pick it up! - Just get it! It's under there.
- Oh, gee. - Boomer, watch it.
Oh, Smiles, be careful!
- Oh my God. - He's underneath you, look!
- Aargh! Pick it up! - Just fuckin'...
- Seriously, just... - _
I reckon your five minutes is up.
Aww.
Turns out your brother doesn't love you after all.
What are you gonna do?
Hey.
Hey, Yusef. You all paid up?
Good boy.
Now, I will be checking that account, so don't you be bullshitting.
Oh, and if you go to the cops,
I will post you your sister's fingers.
OK. All right. Buh-bye.
OK. Now, I'm gonna hold on to this.
What's your passcode?
- 9-4-2-2. - 9-4-2-2.
Pleasure doin' business with you.
- Oh, there it is! - Trap it.
- Come here, Mr Mouse! - Ew. No, I'm not touchin' it.
- Oh, for God's sake. - No, no! I think I see it over there.
- Over where? - OK, everyone over there,
and get down low.
Tell me if you see it.
There's one mouse, and there's how many of us?
- Here, Mousey. - Surely someone can find it.
It's just a mouse.
Minister's here any minute. Let's just...
- We're gonna have to forget about it. - Oh no! Can't.
- It's dangerous. - It's OK. It's just gone out the door.
- Are you sure? - Yeah. I just saw it.
Sierra One, this is Sierra Six.
There's a mouse in the corridor outside the auditorium.
- Can you check it out? - Copy that, Sierra Six.
And tell the Governor we need the pest controller back.
Those baits are shit.
- You all done? - You bet.
All right. Wait outside in the corridor.
Someone'll take you back to your units. Hurry up.
Hurry up!
Your sister's address.
Oh, thank you.
I owe you big time.
Oh, hey, Mr Woods. Oh, you lookin' for the mouse?
- Yes, genius. - Yeah. Think it went that way.
Thanks.
I'd like to thank the whole team here at Wentworth
for coming with me on this journey...
... and the Corrections Minister for his support and encouragement.
My primary goals have been to reduce running costs
and generate profit
while also giving our women a sense of involvement and achievement.
The women have embraced...
Guys, what is that?
Look at that.
Is this someone's idea of a joke?
- How the fuck did this happen? - Uh, we're looking into it.
I've sent the Minister to the Governor's office.
- He's... not happy. - Oh, really, Mr. Stewart?
Maybe it was the massive arse he was forced to stare at.
Do you think this is funny?
Uh, no. Not at all.
One of your inmates just made a mockery of all our hard work.
I will get to the bottom of it.
I mean I'm on to it.
Just find the culprit and slot them.
You've got nothing to say?
Right.
We'll be suspending phone privileges until someone owns up.
- Oh, what? - Yeah.
That's just for starters.
We'll also be reconsidering any upcoming day release.
No, you can't cancel that. I had nothing to do with it.
- And it's tomorrow! - Yep.
Better hope someone comes forward, then.
What the fuck?!
What was the point in getting that address
- if they pull my day release, huh? - She's bluffing!
We keep quiet, it'll blow over.
- No, I... Don't... Don't blame me. - It was meant to be a joke.
I'm the one that's gonna cop the shit for it.
Well, you're the one who printed it off
- in the first place! - You know, my dad's gonna die,
and my sister doesn't know.
You dumbasses.
I know it's been a tough day. I...
I just wanna say thank you for everything you're doing.
We all feel so much safer since you started.
I appreciate that.
Actually, have you got a minute?
There's something else I'd like to run by you.
So once you find out, you leave a note for Miss Miles to collect,
- and she'll notify me. - Mm-hm.
And, um, we need to mix up where we do that.
And I gotta be somewhere where people talk.
Moppin' corridors isn't gonna cut it.
- Fine. What d'you suggest? - Laundry.
We can do the dead drop in the office.
OK.
Leave it with me.
I need that name.
Any chance of a peppermint?
Yeah, I reckon. If you make it yourself.
Hey, um...
I'd really like it if we could be friends again.
Aw, we were never friends, Marie.
You were scammin' me to kill Ruby, that's all.
I made a mistake, all right? I wasn't thinking straight.
But I am now.
Well, I got Lou, so...
I don't need friends.
Hey! We got a job to do.
Up you get, Critter.
You, too, madam.
- Boo. - Oh, fuck me.
- Sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry. - Fuck me. Fuck...
- What're you doin'?! - Sorry, sorry, sorry! Sorry.
- Sorry. Hey, no, no, no, I just... - No, just leave me alone!
- You... - Hey.
I just wanted to hear the story
about that giant arse that's has been flying around.
Look, I mean, it's pretty fuckin' funny.
Come on, Booms.
I mean, you know,
that's got you written all over it, doesn't it?
D'ya like that, did ya?
- I mean, it's... - you know, it's an oldie,
but it's a goody!
- It's fuckin' genius! - Yeah. Well...
I dunno how I got me arse to fit on it, eh?
Nearly broke the freaking glass.
- So did you put it on the computer? - No! No, no.
I wouldn't know how, anyway.
- So, um, who put it on the computer? - Oh...
Wouldn't you like...
It was frickin'... It was funny.
What the fuck?! What's goin' on?
- I dunno what's goin' on! - Sorry, Booms.
- Sorry. - What... ?
It's just that, you know,
- we just don't like losing our privileges. - No, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't.
- Come on. - Don't do it. Don't...
Come on. Who did it? Who did it?
I... I dunno. I dunno.
- I dunno. - You know, Booms, I... I really wasn't into the...
chicken shizz shit.
I think that was just mean. I reckon if you're gonna be a cunt,
don't be an arsehole about it. So...
- Uh, did you ever smoke cigars, Booms? - Hey?
- Cig... ? - They use...
these fancy little things
to cut the ends off,
and the blade's really sharp.
Can just slice through anything.
Hey, you don't have to use those.
- Shut your fuckin' mouth. - No, come on. Come on.
- Gimme that hand. Let's try it. - No... Lou, Lou, Lou, Lou, look at me!
Look at me! Lou. Lou.
- Please! Please, Lou! - Come on.
Please, please, please, please, please don't.
Please don't. Please don't. Please don't.
"Oh, please, please, please, please, please".
You always did have lovely manners, Booms.
All right, I'll give ya one last chance.
Ohh!
Who stuffed up our privileges?
Well, I...
I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.
- Ah, come on. - No, come on! Don't...
- No! - Sharp, sharp.
- Just tell her, Boomer! - No, I don't... I don't know...
Ju... Judy doesn't know nothing about privileges, all right?
She's just a kid.
She's just a kid, so stop! Just stop!
There's the spineless disloyalty I remember.
Thanks, dumbass.
Oh, you fuckin'... You f... !
God, you're fuckin' stupid!
You're st...
- Hey, Ann? - Mm?
Did you speak to the Minister about Ferguson?
He's hardly in the mood to deal with that.
Well, I just wanna make sure we're on the same page.
Let's just focus on the prisoners who are here, yeah?
I've been thinking you should transfer Louise Kelly
into the laundry work unit.
Well, you can't do that. Novak's in there.
Move Novak into the call centre full-time.
But the Top Dog needs to be in the laundry.
The steam press belongs to the Top Dog. Always has.
- That's ridiculous. - It's the way it is.
Look, this is a safety issue.
I want Kelly and her crew in the laundry,
where they can protect Winter and the other high-risk inmates.
So how are we gonna resolve this?
I'll sanction on one condition.
That you support Joan Ferguson's transfer to Sydney.
And I want a cast-iron guarantee.
Fine.
I mean it.
She never comes back here.
It's a done deal.
So Lou Kelly
is now in charge of the most dangerous women in this prison?
I needed to make a deal to guarantee that Ferguson
gets sent interstate.
She's not coming back?
No.
Now, we'll get you back to the laundry eventually,
but I'm looking at the big picture.
I don't care where you put me.
Just as long as that freak never sets foot in this prison again.
What's goin' on?
You're gettin' some extra help.
Show them the ropes, Mitchell.
Hey, where's Boomer?
- She's not feelin' well. - Aww. Aww, that's a pity.
Get to work.
Hey. Don't go anywhere.
Don't worry. You're old news.
Now, uh, can you see OK over that?
Or you want a little box to stand on?
Oi. Hey.
Remember your day release.
Laundry comes in and gets sorted over there.
That's the washing pile; that's the clean stuff.
Folded there, pressed here.
The end.
OK. Well, folks,
let's get stuck in.
So, you OK?
What happened with Boomer. Are you OK with that?
Lou knows what she's doing.
Yeah, but it doesn't mean you have to follow her.
Yeah? Well, I'd follow her to the end of the fuckin' world. So...
Well, you're never gonna get your top surgery
if you end up killing someone.
Mate, we were never gonna kill Boomer.
Well... maybe not this time.
Hey.
Yes.
You know what to do.
... that it was a joke.
An exceedingly funny joke
Shut up and move.
Take a break.
Wow. So this is the slot.
- Not bad. I've been in worse toilets. - Get in here.
It's a bit primitive.
Take your clothes off.
What?
Strip down and chuck your stuff out here.
Sure.
Fine. Play your fucking games.
Er, fun fact...
did you know that 'teal'
gets its name from the coloured area
around the eyes of the common-teal?
It's a member of the duck family.
Keep going.
Who would use such a beautiful colour
in an ugly prison?
Who gives a rat's arse?
Maybe a pack of cunts like you.
Help me!
Ah, you fucking bitch!
Ow!
What the hell do you think you're doing?
The prisoner was resisting.
Get out of the way.
Get in there.
- Hey, Judy. - It fucking burns.
They're on fire.
OK. I know it's sore.
- I don't know what's got into you. - Open your eyes.
She sabotaged the GM's presentation.
- How do you know it was her? - I heard Jenkins talking about it.
Come on. Come on, Judy. Open up.
That is no reason to pepper-spray her.
- The GM authorised me to break her. - We're gonna get you to Medical,
but you need to show me.
To break her?
Open up.
This is not a concentration camp, Linda.
If you've got a problem, take it up with Ann.
OK, and the other one.
Today was a cluster fuck, Vera.
- The Minister's furious. - So punish her.
Slot her, cancel her privileges, but don't treat people like that here.
- Have you read her file? - That punishment was disproportionate.
Have you read it?
Yes, I have.
Ann, are you OK?
If you need to talk about anything...
Judy Bryant is a terrorist.
She deserves everything she gets.
- Ann, it's... - I'm busy, Vera.
I don't have time for this.
Vera dobbed me in, did she?
She's filed an official complaint, and I don't blame her.
What's going on, Linda?
I was following a direct order from the GM.
What, and you didn't think to question it?
She's the boss.
I'm writing you up for misconduct.
Any more of this behaviour and I'll be looking for a new deputy.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I don't see why I should be reprimanded for punishing a prisoner.
Don't worry about it. I'll make sure you're not penalised.
Thanks.
If I have my way, we'll be looking for a new Governor soon.
You and I make a pretty good team.
Attention, Compound. Attention, Compound.
Count is now in progress. Count is now in progress.
Jenkins,
Mitchell and...
... Novak. Welcome back.
Hey. Why's Judy in the slot?
Long story, but Lou Kelly lagged on her.
The fuck?!
Yeah, she wants to be Top Dog. I told ya.
You know she's been moved to the laundry?
And I've been moved out.
What? You're fucking kidding me.
If she's planning a coup, we need to shut it down.
Once and for all.
Yeah.
Hey.
What are you thinking about?
What's it to you?
- Well, you know, if you ever wanna talk, I'm here... - He doesn't.
Not to you.
That shit with Boomer?
Don't ever undermine me again.
Well, you got what you wanted, didn't you?
- I was just playing good cop. - You don't play shit without my say-so.
Mm-hm? Are we clear?
- Are we clear? - Let's go to bed, babe.
Of course.
Would you really have cut Boomer's finger off?
Look,
you know I've been in these places since I was a kid, and you either...
you grow up and you get on the front fuckin' foot or you...
Well, I mean, you've seen 'em. You wanna count 'em?
- But, Reb, if I ever make you feel like... - Babe.
I'm not afraid of you.
Mm.
Good.
And I'm not going anywhere.
G... good.
I mean, there's not really anywhere for you to go...
- ... so you couldn't... - Shh.
Hm.
Ready?
You bet.
This is so weird.
- Eddie. - Gidday, Rubes.
Hey! How you doin'?
Sign here, please.
Curfew time's 4pm on the dot.
Make sure she's back before then, eh?
Yeah, no worries, brother.
Thanks, Mr Stewart.
- So, where we headed? - Out o' town.
Aren't you lookin' for accommodation? You need to live central.
Change of plans. You got the burner?
In the car.
Kelly.
- Hello. - It's fuckin'... They gotta control her.
Oh, sorry, Lips.
Didn't anyone tell you you don't work here any more?
I'm not here to work.
Jesus.
And I'm not just taking one finger this time.
I warned you, but you just don't listen.
You attacked Ruby and Boomer, and now it's gonna stop.
You know, I like that... stickin' up for your friends.
We respect that, don't we, folks?
I got some friends too, see.
If you wanna fight me, that's fine.
I just don't like your odds.
Oi!
What the hell's goin' on?
Novak, you're not meant to be here.
Sorry. Forgot.
She is such a ditz.
Clear the cameras, right now.
Let's go, everyone. Back to work!
Come on!
- See you around. - Mm. Yes, please.
See ya, Booms.
Come on!
OK.
I shouldn't be long. Don't go far.
Yeah, OK. Don't go do nothin' stupid.
Oh, come on, Eddie. It's me.
Yeah, it's Eddie.
Friendly corridors and doorless openings
will flow into light-filled rooms...
... with ceilings rising to the full roof height,
an effect accentuated by the very low eve lines
that focus the view to the trees beyond.
On the exterior, simplicity prevails.
Go round to the front.
... an airy design for the grandchildren.
Bum a ciggy?
You don't smoke.
I'd... rather choke to death than watch daytime TV.
- Uh, knock yourself out. - And in utilising something
that's already established,
the idea is to make it feel
like it's always been here.
Cheers.
Oh...
Oh, gosh.
- What the hell?! - I'm on day release.
How the fuck did you find me?
- I got someone to hack into Protective Custody. - What?!
She's an expert.
Don't worry. No one else will find ya.
It's so good to see you. Are you OK?
Dad came to visit me.
He's really sick.
It's cancer.
- He doesn't have long to live, sissy. - Oh, shit.
Here.
I got you this. Call him.
Make things right.
- These things are bloody disgusting. - Well, why... ?
Oh...
- Rube, you gotta go. - I'll put you on my call list.
- Pretend you're Auntie Mary, yeah? - Yeah. OK.
Oh...
Now get out of here.
Oi.
I love you, my little Kangaruby.
Stay safe.
I knew it. They're not her freaky mates.
They're her full-on crew.
She's shown her hand.
She wants to be Top Dog.
D'you believe me now?
The fuck are we gonna do?
Hey. Are you planning on taking her down or what?
Fuck no.
Top Dog's a mug's game. Most of 'em end up dead.
Seriously, she is welcome to it.
I got my priorities.
And we're just chasin' the money.
Do you fancy going out for a drink tonight?
Um, I have to... get Grace home.
I understand, of course.
Vera.
Please don't be disappointed in me.
I won't support any mistreatment of the women.
It goes against everything I believe in.
I don't understand why you're behaving like this.
I know.
I think I have to tell you something.
Yep.
My...
Charlotte...
was killed in a terrorist attack.
ANN, ECHOING: Have you seen a girl? Have you seen a girl?
She's got a yellow dress on.
I was there...
less than a minute after the bomb went off.
I saw the... I s... saw the whole thing.
The chaos and...
the bodies.
And her... her little body.
So I...
So I have some hang-ups
about...
terrorists like Judy Bryant.
I had no idea.
Why didn't you tell me?
Just... I...
I never wanted to talk about it.
But I'm... I'm... I'm dealing with it. I'm dealing with it.
At least I'm... I'm trying.
So hard.
But every time there is another attack...
I'm just right... I'm just right back there.
- Ann, I'm so sorry. I d... - I'm...
Oh, not now.
Is Ann in there with you? The Minister's on the phone.
I'll be right there.
So now you know.
- If there's anything I can do... - Oh, just...
having someone to talk to is really good.
Well, uh, what about if we go for that drink tonight?
I can just get Jake to babysit.
Yes. That would be lovely.
Thank you, Vera.
I can assure
you the prisoner responsible has been found and punished.
Yes, Minister, but my projections still stand,
so isn't that what's important here?
Yes, of c...
Damage control?
Yeah.
The, uh, hospital got in touch.
They're saying Ferguson's fit for release...
... so I've prepared the transfer papers.
She's ready to go straight to Sydney.
Yeah, I'm afraid that won't be happening.
But...
- We had a deal. - I know.
But it wasn't my decision. It was the Minister's.
Look, I'll accept 20 A-class prisoners from anywhere you want,
but Ferguson can't come back here.
I am genuinely sorry, but there is nothing I can do.
Jake.
Mitchell's not back. It's past 4 o'clock.
I told her about the curfew like 12 times.
Who signed her out?
- Her boxing manager. They were going to the city. - Chase him up.
Roo, is that you?
Hey, Rita.
It's Jonesy.
I'm here with Morelli.
You're a really hard woman to track down, you know that?
And, uh, yeah, we got your sister here, too, by the way.
You let her go, or I swear I will kill you.
Yeah, that's not gonna happen, Connors.
Not until you retract that bullshit statement about us.
- It's not bullshit, and you know it. - Too bad.
See, the way we see it is...
if you wanna see Ruby back in one piece,
then you just do exactly what I say.
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