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Now, Novak will keep things in line on her side of the bars
and we will do the same.
Let's show this new general manager
that we can handle troublemakers.
Last chance, Kelly.
Darling, you're not top dog material.
When the women come for you,
I won't stand in their way. I'll cheer them on.
Stealing and disseminating government secrets.
Judy Bryant is a terrorist.
- She deserves everything she gets. - What do you want?
- Our money back. - What money?
Money for my fucking surgery you stole when you took our phone.
- It wasn't me. - The balance has been transferred.
I'll give you another job.
I've got something to tell you.
I'm on day release. Dad came to visit me.
He's really sick.
- It's cancer. - Oh, shit.
Connors has escaped.
She could be here now.
Rita.
Why are you here, Sheila?
They think that I helped Mendel poison everyone.
I wasn't even there.
You stole Lou and Reb's money and you let me get bashed for it.
- I need that money to fight my extradition. - Pay it back.
- Don't be fooled by her act. - But if she doesn't remember
- the last time that she was here... - Of course she remembers.
I am telling you she's faking it
- and I want you to prove it. - Would you mind calling me Kath?
- Kath. - I have to give a report
on your mental state at your committal
into the murder of the real Kath Maxwell.
Miss Ferguson is indeed suffering from what we call a fugue state
characterised by complete retrograde amnesia.
I am Joan Ferguson.
Get me out of here!
Ferguson.
Maxwell, your appointment with Dr Miller?
Yes, Mr Stewart.
I've got Ferguson with me.
Yeah, come on in, Kath.
I keep telling you, I don't remember.
That fragment is all I recall.
OK, well, was your father often violent
towards your mother or to you?
Anybody would think that you
enjoy inflicting pain.
Is that what I'm doing?
Well, you know I can't remember. But you just keep...
... pushing.
Sorry. Sorry, I don't mean to be difficult.
It's interesting that you see sharing your feelings as being difficult.
Listen, since you've made your diagnosis
and there's been no change since the committal hearing,
maybe we could just suspend our little chats
at least until closer to the trial.
Well, I have an obligation to the court, Kath.
- Don't write. - I have to chart your progress.
And if there's no progress to chart?
That's because you keep avoiding the elephant in the room.
You were an innocent, vulnerable child.
- Oh, come on. - And you saw your mother brutally murdered
by somebody that you loved,
- somebody that you trusted. Your own father. - Stop.
I know that it's emotionally difficult, Kath,
but if you commit
to working through this trauma with me,
together we can perhaps restore your memory.
Booms. Governor.
Why hasn't she been charged yet?
Everyone knows she shived Allie.
Look, without concrete evidence, there's not much the police can do.
Well, that's not bloody fair.
Don't do anything stupid.
- Asking the wrong person. - No retaliation, Boomer. I mean it.
- We both know it won't change what happened. - Yeah.
Booms, is it true?
- What? - Allie's coming back.
Oh, yeah, Mr J says she's being discharged now,
I hate that word. "Discharged".
Be awesome to have her back.
I still feel like shit, about not being there for her again.
As soon as Allie says it's Lou, she's dead meat.
Well, she'll be a bit messed up, though.
- What do you mean? - I had a friend who was in a car accident.
Really messed up her memories. Said a lot of crazy things.
Hey.
- Fuck's sake. - I hear the lips with eyelashes is coming back today.
Well, that's a lot of weeks in hospital. Poor thing.
Must've been pretty fucked up.
It's gotta be extra hard
- coming back to such a shit crew. - Oh, piss off!
Hey, maybe just ease up about the Allie stuff.
They're upset.
Allie got what was coming to her
and the women fear me for something I didn't do.
Hey.
I promise you, someone got to her first.
Hey, Marie.
Did you hear the good news? Your ex-girlfriend's coming back.
Maybe you could hold a prayer circle, huh?
Laying hands.
Wasn't that a speciality of yours?
Kelly. Police are here to see you.
Oh, come on. Again.
Maybe they need some help finding the way out.
You too, Keane.
- Wait. What? - You heard me.
Why do they want to see Reb?
I thought you had all the answers. Move it.
That poor kid, being dragged into Lou's shit.
The police aren't here about Allie.
How do you know that?
My lawyer went to them.
They tried appearing to Lou's better nature, but...
Now I've had to force their hand.
It's regarding your time at the facility known as True Path.
How do you know I was there?
That place, burned down, didn't it?
We contacted your mum. She confirmed it.
She hates Reb.
You can't believe anything she says.
So you deny being at True Path.
No. That's where I met Lou.
Why were you there?
Because his mother's a cunt.
What can you tell us about the day the victims were poisoned?
I don't know. We'd left by then.
When was that?
- June. - End of May.
Sorry, it was May.
I just... I remembered it was Lou's birthday.
Getting out of there was the best present I ever had.
I wish I could help you, but we left before the fires.
So you can't verify Sheila Bausch's movements on that day?
Oh, erm, no.
Like I said, we were gone before then.
If I could help, I would.
What about now, Mr Stewart? Any sign of her?
She's not far off.
- That's from Mendel. - Sorry we couldn't help you.
You're going down for nine counts of murder.
You're in here for life.
I can't wait to see her.
Yeah, I'm never leaving her sight again, eh?
Soon as Allie says it was Lou, she's dead.
Oi!
This is for Allie. You fucking bitch.
- You will pay for what you did. - Get back.
- You're fucking dead to me. - It wasn't me.
- You reckon? - Uh-huh.
Show's over. Move back.
Allie's here. Hey. Hey. Move.
Hey. Hey. Welcome back to the shithole.
Oh, it's so good to see you.
- We missed you. - You too.
- How are you feeling? - Oh, I've been better.
Well, this isn't bad, eh?
Getting pushed about by a good-looking bloke.
- Hey, you'll be back on your feet in no time. - Yeah.
- I won't. - Yeah, you will.
No, Booms, my spinal nerves are damaged.
Fuck.
This is it.
But I just couldn't stand it any longer.
That smug bitch was gloating over what she did to Allie.
But I get it. There are rules, so you have to slot me.
I'm as frustrated as anyone
that no-one's been punished for what happened.
So I'm letting you off with a warning.
- What? - You can go back to your unit.
Allie needs her mates more than ever right now.
Bryant.
Thanks for swapping cells with me, Booms.
Oh, yeah, yeah, you know, it's a bit bigger.
I thought you could use in... a room.
- Is there something I can get you? - Yeah, that Bea's blanket.
There you go.
Um, thanks.
- Why didn't they tell us? - Because I asked them not to.
Why?
I don't want you doing anything stupid.
I'm so sorry.
Guys, it's not your fault.
- Did you stab me? - No.
No. So then it wasn't your fault.
Was it, Lou?
Will you guys give us a second?
Come on, Booms.
Come here.
Allie, I'm so sorry.
What did you do with the money?
What?
I kept it.
Fuck Lou Kelly.
Use it to fight your extradition.
Am I too late?
Only about ten years.
Cops came around last week asking about you.
What did you say?
Didn't know where you were.
But now I'd be lying.
He's been in and out,
but mostly like this.
Hey. Careful, Kath.
- What? - Freezer not working.
Still frozen.
Jackson won't be happy.
Ropeable, I expect.
For God's sake, Vera,
can't you have your lunch in the staff room?
Oh, God, there's Ferguson prepping meals in the kitchen.
- Like she's supposed to. - You must have noticed moments lately.
- Of what? - Well, Ferguson.
- Give me an example. - I don't know.
You know, like a look or a movement.
- No, I haven't. - I'm imagining things, am I?
How did the sleep clinic go?
Well, of course, that little monkey slept through the night,
but then when we got home, she's the same.
She goes down for an hour and then she grizzles.
Let me stay over.
- I'll settle Grace when she wakes up. - No, Jake.
You can wear earplugs, get a good night's sleep.
No, the clinic said routine is really important.
If you were there, she would just be unsettled.
And I've got to go to a meeting with Will.
You're just gonna leave your lunch there.
You can have it.
I'm worried about you. You can't keep going like this.
Yes, I can. It's called being a mother, Jake.
She's wiping a fucking bench.
We have your care plan from the hospital.
It's designed to maximize independence.
So you'll keep working with your Allied Health team,
ongoing rehab, physio and occupational therapy,
and you'll have regular counselling sessions.
Plus any modifications to the prison to,
well, make your life easier.
I think I should step down as top dog.
I don't see why you still can't do it.
Seriously, the big metal thing with wheels doesn't give it away.
It's not just about physical strength.
The women respect you, Allie.
I'm sure Ruby and Boomer and Judy
will all help you till you get used to it.
I'm so sorry, Allie.
Please tell us who did it.
We have a strong suspicion.
We just need you to confirm it.
Well, I lied to you once before and look where it got me.
- Hey, I'll get you a coffee. - Oh, thanks.
I'm gonna get you some choccies.
OK, Booms.
Hey.
Where's our money?
- I told you, I don't have it. - I want it back.
Go on and kill me.
- Hey. - Go on. You'd be doing me a favour.
- Fuck off, Lou. - Oh, very scary, Judy.
- Oh, here they come. Here they... - Oi!
- Leave her alone. - Back up, Kelly. Now.
Any more bullshit I'll slot the lot of you.
Forcing Lou's hand worked well for you, then.
I haven't given up just yet.
Oh, shit.
- Is everything all right? - I forgot my body wash.
Oh, here, you can use mine.
Thanks.
- What Marie said... - Oh, can we not talk about her?
No, just about you not wanting me to have the surgery.
- Don't. - But what? I'm not doing anything.
You are. You're going down that rabbit hole.
And I've told you before, it's bullshit.
Well, can we just talk about it without you shutting it down?
I just...
I don't reckon you fully thought about
what this is going to mean for you.
I'm a big old les, you're a man.
Of course I've fucking thought about it.
Like we know we're queer as fuck. Right?
But to the rest of the world that
they're just gonna think we're some boring old straight couple.
Do you really think we're in danger of that?
But I mean, like, does that scare you?
I need you more than I need the rest of the world,
so fuck 'em.
They're not part of this.
This just works. It always has. Always will.
But if you ever ask me to iron you a fucking shirt...
- Oh, then we reassess. - Then we reassess.
Attention compound. Attention compound.
All women to report to assigned work duties.
Yes. Grace was up half the night.
Yes, I tried every trick in the bloody book
and if it is colic why are the usual remedies not working?
OK, I was just going to say, watch your step.
Someone's vomited round the corner.
Good morning, Miss Bennett.
You look tired.
Ferguson.
- I need gloves. - Black leather ones?
The search continues for the sniper responsible
for the assassination of the US secretary of defense last month.
Australian authorities are working closely
with their American counterparts,
but so far, no arrests have been made
and no-one has claimed responsibility for the shooting.
- Australian Minister for... - Whoops.
Hey, you sure you don't want a shower?
Yeah. Maybe later.
- Let us know who, eh? - Mm-hmm.
Hey, did you speak to Rita?
She's with Dad now.
How is he?
Yeah.
Hey, I got a letter to write.
OK. Reaching for a book,
her hand touched her tit and she squeezed.
What about with something like grazed the nipple?
- It's a little bit more classy. - Yes, very sophisticated.
What's the matter, Sheila? Too hot for ya.
I still don't understand how this is gonna get you a baby.
Because now I'm catfishing him.
Yeah, the bait's on the hook.
And we gonna reel him in.
Reel him in. Reel him in.
Doesn't he have to take the bait first.
Who asked you, smart arse?
Bausch, your lawyer's here.
- See you later, sexy. - Nipple.
Hey, you should help us write this
because you're good with lezzo stuff, too.
Oh, gee. Thanks. Yeah. Not really in the mood.
What the hell do you want?
A word with Allie.
I got two for you.
- Fuck off. - It's OK.
Why haven't you punished Lou?
I need my crew fit and healthy with all their limbs intact.
So it was her.
- I didn't say that. - Allie, what happened to you is appalling.
I need to know if it was Lou
so I can protect the people that I care about.
It was Lou.
Allie saw her in the showers.
So it's only a matter of time before she's charged,
and you're going to be implicated, too.
And what's it to you?
Your fucking girlfriend has sliced a woman's spinal cord
and she's never gonna walk again. Are you are OK with that?
- Leave me alone. - It's not too late.
I fucking told her to do it, all right.
That bitch stole our money, so,
don't you put me on some fucking pedestal.
Listen, Lou has done more to protect me
than you will ever, ever understand.
So just fucking save it, Marie.
There's literally nothing you can say that'll change that.
Hey.
The police have closed the investigation.
They're convinced I murdered nine people.
Sweetheart, I'm so sorry.
I would never kill him.
I loved him.
He kept me on the right path,
and without him, things are unravelling.
I wish that he had taken me with him.
It wasn't your doctor who poisoned those people.
And how do you know that?
I caught Lou doing the same thing here.
Tried to get someone to poison a staff member.
That doesn't mean that she killed Mendel.
Now, think about it. She hated Mendel for what he did to Reb.
So she killed him and his followers,
then she saved Reb from the fire she lit.
And now Reb is tied to her.
I knew that he would never leave me.
He couldn't have left me behind.
Of course he wouldn't, darling.
I mean, she not only murdered the man you love,
she left you to take the blame for it.
And you see when you stole the True Path money,
you played right into her hand.
And now you're both stuck in here,
but it's different for her because she has someone who loves her.
You know, she'd got the warmth and comfort and intimacy, but you...
It's the same food,
the same mattress,
the same mindless conversations with the same dead Sheils,
every one of the marking off the hours until they get out.
Except for you.
So the way I see it, you only have one choice left.
Whether you take your own life
or hers.
Because being in here, she will make your life unbearable.
Trust me on that.
Attention compound. Attention compound.
Phones are now available for use.
- Hello. - Hello.
- Aunty Mary. - Hey, girl, good to hear your voice.
Listen, Ru. He's pretty out of it. You know, on painkillers.
Not sure how long he's got.
You wanna talk to him?
Yeah.
Dad.
It's me, Ruby.
I'm glad you two were together.
I knew you'd hold on until then.
I wish I was there with you.
I know I let you down, Dad, ending up in here.
I love you and I'm sorry.
Dad.
Like I said, he's asleep,
but I reckon he heard you, Ru.
I wish I was there.
I'll call back as soon as I can, eh?
Yeah, bye.
Dad, you awake?
Oh, my sweet girl.
I love you, Baba.
I love you, too, Dad.
Oh, my deadly Kanga-Rub, huh?
- Uh. - Dad, it's Rita.
Dad.
Yeah, she's long gone, that one.
Just you and me now, Bab.
Hey, Rub.
Yeah.
Kath.
- Where's the technician? - I believe he left.
Come on in, Kath.
Say it.
Is everything all right?
I'm Joan Ferguson.
- Sorry. - I'm not Kath. I'm Joan Ferguson,
And I nearly... just... I nearly ruined everything.
Wait. Have you recovered further memories?
Yes, yes, yes.
- Everything, all of it weeks ago. - What?
The urge for revenge is so strong.
You have to help me or I'll never make it to the trial.
- So you've been lying to me for weeks. - Oh, quiet.
And if you don't help me to control myself...
... something terrible will happen.
- What are you doing? - Yeah, can I have a guard to my office?
- Wait. Wait. Please, no. No. - You intentionally
- deceived me. - I can't do this without you.
- I can't continue working with you. - No, please.
- You escort Ferguson back to her work unit, please. - OK.
Can you get any sedatives?
- Who for? - I need to drug them both.
I need to make sure Reb can't intervene.
Leave it with me.
All right.
Hey, Kath, we're gonna play a round of go fish. You wanna join?
Oh, is that a little bit of a trigger for you?
Ferguson.
Fergus... Fuck's sake.
Maxwell.
Dr Miller wants to see you.
Could I have everybody's attention, please?
I just want to let everybody know
that I'm gonna be stepping down as top dog.
- Come on. - Allie, no!
Well, I mean,
not literally stepping down, obviously.
But why? No.
I just want to say thank you all for your support.
You're welcome.
I nominate Boomer to fill in until there's a formal vote.
She's done a great job and
she deserves the same respect that you've all shown me.
- Oi. Get up. - No, no, I don't have a speech.
I don't have a speech or nothing
because I didn't know I had to have one.
But, yeah, anyways, just fucking behave yourselves, eh?
Come on, babes.
We got better things to do.
Thank you, Mr Stewart.
Sit down.
This must be completely off the record.
You cannot tell anyone about the return of your memory or this drug.
Of course.
May I?
It stimulates the production of oxytocin,
which promotes elements of social behaviour such as empathy,
so it may help to temper psychopathic urges.
No-one's even come close to finding a cure for psychopathy,
so it would be presumptuous to assume that this might succeed.
You must also commit wholeheartedly to our sessions,
really delve into your past
to gain a deeper understanding of the source of your impulses
with a view to controlling them.
Will a verbal agreement suffice or would you like it in blood?
Hey. Hey.
Hey.
Hey. Reb. Reb. Reb. Reb.
Hey. No. No.
No. No. No! No! No!
Reb, come on. Come on. Hey!
Fuck off! Get out! Get the fuck out!
- What's happened to Reb? - Get out.
What the fuck has happened to Reb?
Get the fuck out. No. No. No. No.
No. No. Hey. Hey, come on. Come on. Hey.
Hey. Come on. Come on.
No! No! No!
Shit.
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