- Occupation? - Childcare. I was a nanny.
Wilder. You're Nanny Wilder.
So, you wish to make a statement about an open murder investigation?
About the death of a cop. Detective Paul Morelli.
Eve, was it? I'm Kath. Kath Maxwell.
- I know her. - She was a prisoner at Blackmoore
back when I was an officer there.
Now, I'm not a guard any more, so there's no need for secrets.
We can both be who we really are.
Eddie, the cops are gonna fit me and Rita up for murder.
- I need your help now. - I'll come clean with the cops.
I swear I'll make it right.
I just wanted to say thank you.
Sometimes you have to kill the monsters you've created.
- You speak to Eddie Romano? - Eddie Romano is dead.
He was found last night in a gym he owns.
I didn't do it! It wasn't me!
If it wasn't you though, then who was it?
It was Judy. I saw Judy before I went in.
In the showers before I went in.
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Why the fuck am I waking up to this cunt-fest?
And if that pelt doesn't get you going, head to slammer.com!
Do the women know about this?
- Not yet. - Well, keep it that way.
That's all I bloody need, a class action for breach of privacy.
Look, we'll look over the footage
- and find out... - Too late, Governor.
Our dirty knickers are online and everyone's having a fucking sniff!
Just calm down!
- We will sort it! - Given the severity of this dumb-fuckery,
why aren't you going completely fucking postal?
Not only is there an illegal camera in this shithole,
but a nitrous canister is still missing!
It's worse than the Bermuda Triangle! I mean,
what else are they hiding? Harold fucking Holt?
I want a cell toss now!
And I want results, whatever it takes.
All right.
Let's move it!
We'll get you over there. We're looking for a camera.
Cell toss. Come on, come on, come on.
Shit. Go.
No excuses. Search everything.
Cell toss.
Hey, Allie, screws!
Quick.
Everybody in cells now!
- Er, yeah, I'm just on the dungy! - You've got till the count of three.
- Three. Two. One. - Yeah, hold on!
- Can't even fucking shit and piss... - Right, out here, Novak.
- This is bullshit. - Right, all of you, strip.
- What? - Pants off, tops off, now.
- Er, no, I'm... I'm not doing that. - No-one's doing that.
- You don't make the rules, Connors. - Neither do you, Miss Miles.
No, but I enforce them.
- Jenkins, clothes off. - No. No!
- Slot her. - What?
- This is fucked! - You cannot do that!
No. No!
- Let her go! - Back off or I'll report you.
To who? My superiors.
I've been authorised to do whatever it takes to find any contra.
So get your gear off or get slotted. Your choice.
Off to a good start.
The rest of you, down to your undies.
Lift up the blanket.
Well, don't just sit there. Strip.
- Seriously, you're going there? - What's the matter, Novak?
Thought you didn't want any special treatment.
It's invasive, humiliating and completely unnecessary!
I'd hardly call security unnecessary.
Did making them undress get the results?
- Did you find your camera? Did you find your canister? - Not yet.
You've antagonised the women for no reason
and made it that much harder for us to do our jobs.
And then the way you spoke to the staff earlier, it's not on, Ann.
You cross lines every day.
I can't make excuses for you any longer.
- He spoke to me like a child. - Well, he's...
probably worried about you.
- Why? - Your...
- You know, your manner in the staff meetings. - Well, I'm frustrated, Vera!
Well, of course, we all are. But you're...
you're carrying a heavier burden than the rest of us.
What are you trying to say?
Sometimes we all need a bit of help.
So are you in Will's ear to get him to see a shrink?
Will is not dropping the C-bomb in a staff briefing.
- Oh, is this about my unladylike language? - I'm not your enemy, Ann.
It is bad enough that I had to apologise
- to that smug bitch Judy Bryant. - Is that what this is about?
I refuse to flagellate myself before the staff
just because they're made of fairy floss.
Now, if you don't mind, I have got a metric
fuck-ton of shit that I have to deal with,
so I'll spare you any more of my hysteria.
Miss Miles is out of control.
You heard her. This bullshit's come from further up the food chain.
It's gonna be hard to film the muff movie now.
Is this for that fella's website?
- Gavin? - Yeah.
He said it's, like, getting heaps of clicks and stuff,
but he really wants the full lezzo monty.
- I've gotta shoot it today. - Are you insane?
You've gotta get rid of that camera. You'll get thrush.
Yeah, yeah, this will be the last thing, I swear.
Will you two root?
- What? - No, no, I won't film your faces or anything.
Erm, Booms, I can't move my legs. I think they might know it's me.
Yeah.
What about Zaina? She's kinda hot.
Oh, yeah? And she can keep a secret, too.
Hey, can you ask her?
- Tell her I'll pay. - Boomer!
Yeah. Please! Please!
Fuck! Listen, this is for the baby, not for you.
Yeah.
Guess who got a new shit-hot lawyer.
- What happened to Alex? - He's gone.
My supporters started crowd-funding for me
and raised over 300 grand and counting.
I'm getting a QC.
- Fuck me. - I know, right?
Look, I know it's weird, but she'll pay you.
- Who do I have to get it on with? - Whoever you want.
- You? - What?
I'll do it if it's with you.
Even waive the fee.
- I'll be there. - Ah, you like to watch.
I'll be helping Boomer out.
OK, fine.
Tell numbnuts I don't come cheap, though.
See you later, fluffer.
- How are you, Nanny Wilder? - Oh, never mind me. How's the little one?
I can't believe the change in her.
She's sleeping right through the night.
I'm really glad to hear that.
- Ow! - What have you done?
Here, I'll get a band-aid.
Let's take a look.
You need to take better care of yourself, Nanny Wilder.
Nanny Clumsy more like it.
There you go.
Sorry, Fev, maybe next time.
Yeah?
Hey.
- You ready? - Yeah, always.
Is this the best you could get?
You can talk!
Hey? Oh, look, doesn't matter anyway.
Here, chuck these on.
There we go.
OK, so listen up.
It's gotta be dirty but fucking classy.
You've gotta do all that, you know,
lezzo shit that the pervy guys want.
It better be fucking worth it.
Anything in particular you'd like?
All right, can we hurry up?
'Cos we haven't got much time.
- You can't see shit in this thing. - Oh, you wanna be recognised?
I'll be fine.
OK. And... action.
Cut. Erm, can you, like,
do the tits first? Like...
Yeah, right-oh, Spielberg.
Like, whatever. Can you...
Yeah. Yeah.
- Oh, man, it's weird not having a mouth. - Can you stop your whingeing?
Eh?
Yeah, OK. Yeah, and down we go. Hot.
Enjoy the show.
OK. Down we go.
What the fuck?
Hey. How good's the jam?
Hey.
Come and try the Manchego.
Er, what's going on?
Oh, it's just a little thank you to everyone for their hard work.
- Grab a drink! - No, I'm on duty.
And I'm not the only one!
Come on, Will, it's been a tough day.
It's not over.
Whoo! Oh, attaboy!
If we can compare the call log on Eddie's phone
with the calls on the burner that I had,
it can show that we were both in contact with Jones
on the day of Morelli's death.
That doesn't prove what happened, though.
No, but it gives weight to our version.
Short of pulling his signed confession out of my arse,
- that's all we've got. - Where's the burner?
I left it with Aunty Fran before the cops arrested me.
I'll get her to send it to my lawyer, she can look into it.
Who was closest to Eddie?
Er, his daughter, I guess.
Talk to her as soon as you can,
see if she can get Eddie's phone.
Hey.
Wanna get high?
He was the sixth?
Mm. And the tallest.
He was hard to get into the boot.
Oh, but you're resourceful.
Mm. Like you.
So you drove him to the state forest.
Oh, that was the first place we fucked.
Where he first lied to you.
- Yes. - And then?
It was hush-hush time.
He wept.
And he pooed himself. He had less self-control
than his little toddler I was looking after.
Oh, such a sweet, sweet little angel.
I bet Mr Stewart's a good dad.
I don't think I've ever seen him so friendly with a prisoner.
Bet his cock's bigger than a mushroom.
Let's hope he doesn't meet a similar fate to the others.
They're all the same.
Can't keep their champignons in their pants.
- Mr Stewart's a new father. - Mm.
They were all new fathers and husbands.
- That didn't stop them. - Somebody had to.
Yes.
But I think he's just being friendly.
Let's...
Let's test his affections.
Ask him to...
procure some contraband.
I'd like some cigarettes.
I'd kill for a quality vodka.
Our little evenings would be much more pleasant, would they not?
All right. I'll ask him.
Who would've thought, Boomer the lesbian porn director?
Famous for her classic hit,
Girls Go Under For The Munter!
- So, I have a question. - Shoot.
Hey!
Pow!
If you got crowd-funding for your new lawyer...
- ? Power to the people ? - Shh.
... what did you do with Lou's money?
What do you mean?
Well, you said you needed it to fight extradition, but...
... your old lawyer was Legal Aid, so...
What do you think I spent the money on?
I don't know, you're dodgy as fuck.
So true!
- You cheat at cards! - All the fucking time.
You're a fucking liar!
Literally the worst.
And I reckon you stabbed me.
And you lived.
Fuck me!
I wish I hadn't.
You must have shat yourself when you found out I was coming back!
I tried to get myself slotted
but bloody Jackson let me off with a warning.
Hey, I hope this won't affect our friendship.
What's a wheelchair between friends?
Oh, shit.
Gotcha.
Hey, hey!
No! No!
Look... I miss him, too, but
- you don't wanna do that. - Fuck off!
Just get the fuck out!
Get out! Go! I don't want you in here!
It's OK.
Shh.
Do you know how dangerous that stuff can be?
I thought you didn't like drugs.
Gotta get my kicks somehow.
It's been a while since I've had a laugh.
I'll let you out in the morning.
Just call an officer if you need assistance.
Allie, are you OK?
What about that gas? Full-on, hey?
You know what I said was just a joke, right?
At the time, it seemed really funny, but...
now I realise how fucked up it was.
Allie, you're not angry?
You're my best mate in here.
I couldn't do it without you.
I am so, so sorry if what I said hurt you.
Please, Allie, don't leave me hanging.
It's OK.
I know you didn't mean what you said.
Thank God.
- What a ride, hey? - I reckon.
The minibar needs restocking.
- Good morning, Mr Stewart. - Nanny Wilder. How's the finger?
Oh, it's nothing. We'll have to keep you away from sharp objects.
I was wondering if I could ask you a favour.
- No law against that. - Yet.
Erm, I'm not sleeping very well at night.
Could be colic.
I know it's naughty of me,
but I usually have a shot of vodka before I go to bed.
I'd be grateful if you could help.
He couldn't get away from me quick enough.
- He was just put on the spot. - No, I disappointed him.
I told you, he is a very ethical officer.
No doubt he was caught between
- his morals and his... - Mushroom.
Has Ferguson mentioned Eve Wilder to you?
- Good morning to you, too, Vera. - I saw them being very chummy.
Well, they're in the same work unit. Maybe they've bonded.
Over what? A shared love for paring knives?
They were at Blackmoore together.
I think Ferguson remembers her.
Ferguson has no memories.
Look, I thought that we agreed
that I would let you know if there's any change to her state.
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?
I don't feel comfortable with this.
I don't feel comfortable with you giving Ferguson a banned drug,
so I guess we're even.
There's been no change to Ferguson's amnesiac state.
Ask her about Wilder. Today.
How are you finding the coping mantra?
Completely asinine.
But fortunately, I haven't had a need for it.
Recently, you wanted to strangle Eve Wilder.
Throttle.
The occasional urge raises its head.
- I'm in control. - And how did that come about?
I focused on il nostro terreno comune.
Our common ground.
- Look it up. - How would you describe your relationship?
Two inmates sharing a unit.
- Would you care to elaborate? - No.
- Why not? - Because our time is up.
And it's of no interest to me.
Miss Bennett's been asking questions about you.
Oh?
She thinks that you remember Eve Wilder.
It's sweet of her to take an interest.
I'm serious.
You need to be more careful.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Haven't seen you all morning, eh? - Oh, just having a rest up.
- Everything all right? - Yeah, just tying up some loose ends.
Hey, Zaina asked if you guys wanna play basketball.
- Oh. - I'll help Allie.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, course.
OK. Come on.
Catch ya.
I'm finished!
Ruby? Booms?
Shit.
I really am sorry about this.
Now!
You're fucked, Judy.
What are you gonna do, shiv the lot of us?
Allie...
... what do you wanna do with her?
Fucking Judas!
Put her in a wheelchair, see how she likes it!
No, a wheelchair's not enough.
What do you think?
Oh, it's a dog's act, all right.
But don't go making things worse for yourself.
What are you saying?
I promised Dad I wouldn't let you stuff up your parole.
- She tried to kill Allie! - I'm not saying she shouldn't be punished.
- Bloody sounds like it! - Shut up.
She stabbed me in the back.
She let me bleed out on the floor.
She put me in this thing.
And the whole time, she's been eating with us,
sleeping with us.
Helping me go to the fucking toilet!
She has to die, eh?
Boomer,
if you do this, you'll be in here for life.
No parole for you.
And you can kiss any payout from corrections goodbye.
Hasn't she fucked up your life enough?
Yeah.
Yeah. But...
the worst thing you can do in here
is to try and take out your top dog.
And the second worst thing you can do
is to go against your crew. Everyone knows that.
And that fucking bitch did both!
You put her out to the women.
Let natural justice take its course.
I've got no problem with her dying.
But put the weapon in someone else's hand.
OK.
Judy stabbed you? Why?
- I found out she'd stolen Lou's money. - Oh, shit!
Feel free to share as you see fit.
It's a nice drop.
Leftovers.
Ann wouldn't mind.
Did you ask Ferguson about Wilder?
- I did, yeah. - And?
She doesn't remember her.
Fucking traitor cunt! Judas bitch!
Sly cunt!
Dirty Judas!
You fucking traitor!
- Fucking dog! - Lying fuck!
I wanna make a deal.
- For what? - Protection.
I'll make it worth your while.
Hm.
You stole Reb's money.
- You took away his fucking dream. - I'll get you the money back.
- More. - Mm.
- More. - You know what I want?
Reb.
Can you do that? Hm?
No. I didn't think so.
Chuck her in a fucking dryer!
Bryant! Lawyer's here to see you.
I couldn't get what you asked for.
No. I'm sorry. I should never have mentioned it.
Thanks again for your help with Grace.
He's got taste.
What's going on with Wilder?
You seem very friendly.
She's a nice person.
Er, she left someone for dead by the side of the road.
- She didn't see them. - Says who?
The woman in prison for the second time?
You should be thanking her.
She's the reason you're getting a good night's sleep.
Are you for real? Are you telling me
that the stuff I've been giving Grace came from Wilder?
- She just gave me the recipe. - How could you be so fucking stupid?
Grace is fine!
Did it even cross your tiny mind
that Ferguson could have used her to get to the baby?
Not this shit again!
OK, maybe I was wrong to trust you with Grace.
Fuck!
Agh!
I've been racking my brains trying to work out
how you could do what you done!
Allie is the best friend you could have.
And she trusted you.
We all did.
Does that mean anything to you?
No?
Agh!
You took something from her
and I'm not talking about her bloody legs!
You made her see the whole world different!
And now she's not the same!
Do you get that?
Do ya?
I'm never gonna forgive you.
Nah, don't say nothing.
'Cos you're a lying piece of shit anyway!
Fucking...
Oi! Jenkins! That's enough!
- That's it! - You fucking...
- Let's go! - You Judas!
You fucking cunt!
How's the ribs?
I hear the extradition's back on.
Novak's withdrawn her statement of dependency.
Your fancy QC's not much chop, is he?
We have more resources,
more money and more power.
And we will not stop
until you and every one of your terrorist mates
are locked away out of sight
and the world forgets you even exist.
I've got thousands of supporters.
They won't forget.
How many do you have, Ann?
You are losing your grip
on your petty, tiny universe.
- And you're terrified. - Oh, sweetheart.
You're the one who's terrified.
The most precious thing in the world has already been taken from me.
You still have further to fall.
Enjoy your comfy bed while you can.
Oh, Greg, before you go,
Mr Jackson said Jenkins is in iso after a violent altercation.
Could you do a psych consult now?
I need to have a quick word with Dr Miller when he's free.
- Do you wanna just grab a coffee while I wait? - Great. Thanks.
OK.
Er, hey, Vera, it's me.
Look, I'm sorry about before. I would never put...
Oh! Christ! What the fuck?
- What are you doing? - I'm jogging home.
- Don't be crazy. I'll give you a lift. - I like running.
Get in. It's not safe around here.
Why? Are you drink-driving?
I'm serious. I'm not letting you run home. Get in.
Hm! Someone means business.
- All right, let's go. - I'm in overnight.
I'm just gonna take you to the dining room for a meal.
Please, get me the fuck out of here!
Where are you taking me?
Where's Lou? I wanna see Lou!
- Fucking dog! - Get the fuck off me!
Allie! Allie!
Please! Allie, you have to stop them!
Please, Allie! Please!
- Oh, fuck! - What do you reckon, ladies?
Will we take out the trash?
Listen to me! Please!
Get off me!
No, no, no!
No!
Lou! Lou! Lou! Lou!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
I have a deal for you!
Hear me out! You won't regret it, I swear!
Hm...
No! No!
You got any last words?
Listen to my deal.
You'll wanna hear it.
She deserves to die!
Judas! Judas! Judas!
Judas! Judas! Judas! Judas!
OK, little fish.
What's the deal? Let's hear it.
What's she saying?
- Drag her out? - What? What the fuck?
What the hell?
- What? - What's going on?
She's under my protection.
What?
- What the fuck? - Oi!
- You heard what she said! - This is some bullshit.
Back to your units.
What the fuck just happened?
_
Fuck you.
I swear we'll be out of here before the month's out.
How do I know these contacts of yours aren't bullshit?
You'll be the one speaking to them.
I can't have visitors.
Fuck Ann Reynolds.
Fuck them all.
We're gonna bomb our way out.
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