I've just come from a meeting with the Minister.
This slammer.com fiasco is causing a shit storm.
I've decided to offer a bonus month's wages
to whichever officer finds that camera.
Things are getting too hot in here.
- Oh, yeah, right. - I better shed some pounds.
Why would Miller do this?
He staked his career on Ferguson being genuine at her committal.
- He knows she's not. - Well, he made a decision to support her deception.
Fuck! You cunt-hole!
I've got my eye on you.
- Get out! - Not before we have an agreement.
Oh, yeah? An agreement about what?
- What the fuck is going on? - I don't feel safe.
I wanna move here next to you, she can go to H5.
I've made it clear you're under my protection, that should be enough.
I told you that I was gonna make them pay for what happened to Reb.
Judy's gonna help me.
Now listen very carefully.
You gotta give Frazer these instructions word for word.
He's to build an explosive device
with no more than half a kilogram of Semtex or gelignite.
She wants it packed with at least 5kg of Semtex or gelignite.
What'd he say?
He said he can source the gelignite through one of his contacts.
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.
So, Marie, you wanna know the truth or not?
I had a visitor yesterday.
Name of Jones.
You've been lying through your fucking teeth for ten years.
You're a dirty fucking... copper.
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Oh, fuck!
Hello?
Hey, Ruby?
Oh, shit. Shit, sorry.
It's been three bloody days, Marie. What are you waiting for?
I should just snap your bloody neck right now.
Careful, Rita. That's a life sentence.
What you condemned me to.
No, you did that all yourself.
You know, I'd love nothing more
- than to sick the whole fucking prison onto you. - Yeah? So why haven't you?
- Ow! Fuck! - Why haven't you?
Ow! Ow!
Because I have got bigger fucking problems than you.
- What? What? - OK, OK!
Lou and Judy. All right? Oh, fucking hell!
Jesus.
What about 'em?
Marie, you told me you've changed. Prove it.
Lou is making threats.
And Judy's gonna help her carry them out.
What kind of threats?
- To kill. - Who?
- Fuck you. - Who?
OK, the Governor, the GM, senior staff.
Lou blames them for what happened to Reb.
Why should you care?
Ah.
Jackson. You wanna protect him.
Is that why you're fucking Lou?
- What are they plannin'? - I don't know.
I don't know!
Right? Lou's giving me nothing.
I've been using Zaina's phone to bug their cells. They're not talking.
I need my fucking head read.
- Why should I believe you? - That's fucking rich coming from you.
Your whole life's a fiction.
Well, go on, then.
You wanna be big detective,
find out what they're up to.
Miller is squeaky clean.
There is nothing.
No professional scams, no elicit affairs, no...
women in the basement.
Wait, and you spoke to the previous employers?
Yes, and every one of them would take him back in a heart beat.
There is nothing we can use ***, Will.
Ah. Yes, Miss Miles, in you go.
Then we're just going to have to invent something.
- How's Gracey? - Oh, she's finally sleeping through.
Slowly getting my life back.
What's going on?
Allie, you know Ferguson's trial is in a couple of weeks
and I have told you she is gonna use the amnesia card
- to elicit sympathy from the jury. - I've already tried to help you.
- It didn't work. - She is not the only one
looking to manipulate the trial.
Dr Miller's helping her.
He knows she's faking. But he's gonna testify that she is genuine.
What? Why would he lie?
- Maybe Ferguson's got something over him. - But he is the only expert medical witness.
The jury will believe him.
But we want to discredit him and I want to find a reason to sack him.
- Sounds like you've got a pretty good reason. - Our evidence...
... has no legal basis.
Why are you telling me this?
You have regular sessions with Miller.
- How is he? - He's fine.
I... I don't see how I can help you.
Dr Miller is a total professional.
- Nothing rattles him. - Fuck!
Fuck, fuck.
- Calm down. - Fuck, Joan. I mean... Just...
Fuck.
Have you finished?
You told me...
No, you swore to me
two days ago that you had nothing to do with what happened with Wilder.
And now I'm coming clean.
You... you should see it as a positive step.
- You made her gouge her own eye out. - She deserved it.
If you've had a psychopathic break,
I can't continue our relationship, not in good conscience.
It was conscience that impelled me to tell the truth.
Don't you see? I mean, the old Joan,
she just would have continued to lie
but I made a decision to come clean.
To be honest. And now you're throwing that back in my face.
OK.
- Why did you do it? - She tried to kill me.
But first she tried to kill Mr Stewart.
Ask him if you don't believe me. Come on.
Come on. Come on, we have an arrangement.
Which you just broke.
No, that's it, Joan, I'm done.
No, no, please, it was just a slip.
It was a... a... minor setback.
- I don't think that you're capable of self-control. - I am.
- You can't control your impulses. - I can. I can.
I can prove to you that...
I am able to restrain myself.
Please, please, just give me another chance.
Don't... give up on me.
Lou Kelly. What has she done now?
Nothing to me but she's making threats. Serious threats.
Against you, Miss Reynolds. Senior officers.
- Well, what kind of threats are we talking about? - Murder.
- What? And you heard it? - No.
Well, so who told you?
Marie. I know,
how could anyone believe a word that comes out of that snake's mouth?
You most of all.
My guts is telling me she's above board.
I don't know what Lou's planning but Judy Bryant is helping her.
I'd take it seriously if I were you.
Do you have anything specific?
No, just prison gossip at the moment.
Oh, well,
if we responded to every threat made by a prisoner against staff,
we'd never get anything done.
- Fucking Lou Kelly. - It's my job to take these threats seriously, Ann.
I'll get a message down to all staff to be extra vigilant.
Yeah, thanks, Jake. Uh, that's it.
Who the fuck do you think you are, making threats against us?
Last person who tried that ended up with a bullet in his head.
You so much as fart near me
and I will rain a shit storm on you.
That's a very serious face.
- What is it, Allie? - I just found out something that upset me.
Mm-hm.
My ex, she's, um, she's having sex with someone else.
- Are you still in love with her? - No, no.
We're not, its... We're just friends.
So why do you think you're experiencing such negative emotions?
- Because of the chair? - Yeah.
Because of the wheelchair. Because...
I don't know. Because...
... she's moved on.
She's getting some while I'm this...
sexless lump.
- You can still have sex. - Sure.
Who'd wanna fuck me?
I used to be a prostitute. Did you know that?
- Yes, I did. - Sex was a big part of my life.
Professionally and personally.
I knew how to make people want me.
And I liked that.
I had power.
I was sexy. I was desirable.
- Have you tried being intimate with someone? - I'm...
I'm dead from here down.
There is nothing going on. There's...
There's no sensation. No feeling. Nothing.
I wet the bed this morning.
Since this injury I have been touched
more by people, by strangers...
than I ever have in my entire life.
But I've never felt so... alone.
- Did you dob me in to Smiles? - You know I wouldn't do that.
- I don't know shit! - Hey!
- We are sleeping together, for Christ's sake. - Don't fucking confuse
- what's going on here. - What? After everything we have been through
with Reb, murdering Sheila...
What? You think I'm gonna go and wag to the bloody screws?
- Fuck this shit. - Don't... don't go, just...
I'm sorry. I'm fucking sorry.
Hey.
Come here, come here. Have you thought...
Have you thought about Judy, maybe she's setting you up?
Using you in her little game.
Have you thought about that? Huh?
I'm sorry.
I need you.
And I hate myself for it. I feel like I'm cheating on Reb.
I miss him.
But don't fucking leave me alone.
I won't.
You can trust me.
- Marie told you this? - Yeah.
- Hang on. I thought you didn't trust her? - I don't.
OK. So how does that work?
Yeah, it doesn't make much sense, does it?
- No. - It's complicated.
I can't go into all the reasons why but, yeah,
I believe Marie.
It explains why Lou's protecting Judy.
So you think Lou and Judy are planning something bad?
- What are they planning? - That, I don't know yet.
Jesus Christ.
Feels like everybody's got some fucking scheme going.
Going to bed.
Just another day, eh?
- Night. - Night.
Oy, is she gonna out you?
Dunno.
But like I said, I still don't trust her.
But right now I'm just trying to keep everyone safe.
You especially.
- There, a nice warm coat. - Thank you.
It's fucking freezing out here.
Smiles barrelled up Lou yesterday
and warned her about making threats.
- I told Jackson. I owed it to him. - Bullshit.
I knew I shouldn't have fucking told you.
Now you owe it to me to keep your mouth shut.
I owe you nothing, Marie.
Have you forgotten what I can do to you, Rita, with just one word?
Cop.
Now, you put me in the shit with Lou
'cos what I'm doing is dangerous.
No shit, Sherlock, tell me about it.
- Maybe you're trying to get me killed. - I do my own dirty work, Marie.
You just gotta work Lou harder.
Get in on their plan.
Lou's too fucked up. She doesn't trust anyone.
She's certainly not gonna open up to me now,
especially now that she knows there's a fucking mole.
Fuck you.
Yeah.
- Novak here to see you. - Come on in.
Thanks.
How are you, Allie?
Yeah.
Oh, shit.
Oh, my blanket. I...
- I think I must have dropped it out there. - Oh, that's OK, I'll grab it.
- Here we are. - Oh.
- Thanks. - Come on over.
You got one hour.
When you hear the knock, that's your two minutes.
- You look good. - You look good.
Thank you.
- Erm... - Oh, thanks.
So, have you got it?
- Yeah, I got it. - Great, let me just, erm...
- Oh. - You can do the...
- OK, thank you. - That's OK.
Right, um...
- Oh. - Oh, I haven't...
- Sorry. - It's all right.
Oh. Hang on one sec. Right.
- There you go. - Great.
Wish I had my phone with me so I could check out the footage.
OK. It's actually really good, you know.
- Yeah? - Yeah, it's so good.
It's really hot.
- How hot? - Aw...
- I'll show ya. - Yeah.
Um, so, I, um...
I got in real close,
you know, with the camera and, uh...
You know, there was, um...
Like, touching.
- Like, touching. - Mm.
And, uh, um...
You know... scratching.
- Oh. - Yeah.
And then, um, there's a bit of...
Uh... finger action, you know.
- Finger action? - Yeah.
- Um... - Yeah, it's...
What are you doing?
I kept my part of the deal.
So... do you want me to just...
- whack off in the bag like last time? - Oh, yeah. Yeah.
- OK. - I might just tell you some more,
- just to, you know, um, to help. - Sure.
- Fine. That's great. - Yeah.
OK.
- OK. So there was rubbing. - Uh-huh, yeah.
- Like, lots of rubbing. - Oh, God.
Yeah? And then a bit of biting.
- Oh, bite me. Bite me. Yeah. - Like that.
- There was definitely, like, kissing. - Kissing.
- Like, kissing. You know? - Oh.
What are you most afraid of?
That no-one will ever want me again.
You underestimate yourself.
You have a lot to offer someone.
You're a beautiful person.
Yeah, right.
- On the inside. - No, on the outside, too.
I'm not just saying that. It's a...
It's an objective fact. Like a mathematical equation.
Great, I'm like a science exhibit.
No, that's not what I meant.
Do you really think... I'm beautiful?
Desirable? Like...
... honestly?
Honestly?
It doesn't matter what I think,
Allie, it matters what you think.
I think I've been...
so... preoccupied with...
... the daily grind and just...
relearning this new normal that...
... I've never really stopped to accept that...
... this is forever.
- Hey. - Hey.
Was that better than whacking off into a bag?
- I should say so. - Cool.
Jenkins, two minutes.
No shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit, shit.
Where's the camera?
- Uh... - Where's the camera?
- Down there. - Where?
- Down there. - Oh, shit.
- Fuck. - Lube.
Oh, no way. Not after the last time.
I'm not shoving this back up there again.
I'll wedge it between my cheeks.
You better hurry up and wedge
'cos Smiles will be through that door any second now.
- Better put my trousers on. - OK.
Allie, are you ready?
Yeah.
There we go.
Just dry away.
Allie.
- Please just touch me. - I can't, I can't.
I'm sorry. I'm with Zaina now.
Hey.
You know we were better as mates anyway. We always were.
Can you just go?
- No, no, no, I wanna help you. - No, I can do this myself.
- Allie, let me help you, please. - Please, can you just go?
I'm sorry.
- When's the wedding? - Don't know what you're talking about.
Yeah, right. You and Jenkins
make as much sense as purple fucking rain.
You got a problem there?
Just haemorrhoids.
Let's let Dr Piles have a little look.
We have a Code Blue in Shower Block H.
- Clear these prisoners now! - Code Blue in Shower Block H.
- I heard on the radio it's Novak. - She's in the showers.
Got a shiv and threatened to cut herself.
... I fucking swear!
OK, get out, get out, move it, now! Allie...
I want Dr Miller.
- I want Dr Miller. - OK. Yeah.
Dr Miller's coming now, OK?
It's Allie, she's threatening to self-harm with a shiv.
OK.
Allie?
Hey, what's going on?
- Don't! - OK, all right, I'm stopping here, OK?
We can just talk from here. Yeah?
What's this about?
I can't...
I just can't deal with this!
With what, Allie, what can't you deal with?
This fucking wheelchair!
These fucking legs!
Just give me the shiv, OK?
- We can go to my office and we can talk about it. - I don't wanna talk.
Talking's not gonna fix me.
What the hell's going on?
It's Novak.
People don't see me.
I'm invisible.
And if they don't see me...
... I might as well be dead.
No, listen to me, Allie, you're not invisible, OK?
Hey, look at me.
Look, that chair...
OK, it doesn't define who you are.
Who am I?
Oh! Shit!
Did you see this coming?
No.
No, I don't understand why she did that, she didn't have to do that.
In an hour or so? OK.
I, uh... I think it's a form of PTSD.
She's had a succession of shocks
that she hasn't really processed properly.
Kaz's death, the siege, the attack that left her in the wheelchair.
Stress like that, it's accumulative.
You know, it's like, um,
water dripping into a cup.
Sooner or later, suddenly,
it spills over.
Right, thanks.
Where is it?
- It was in his bum crack. - Ew.
He just had a conjugal with Jenkins.
Excellent work.
Call the police. I want him charged.
And stick Jenkins on a restraint station.
And the extra month's wages?
Congratulations, Miss Miles.
Out.
OUT!
You wanna move your fucking arse?
What'd he say?
None of this was Susan's fault. It was me.
So you leave her alone.
How sweet.
True love.
Admissions Office. Linda Miles.
Yeah, uh, cancel the police and toss the offender in a holding cell.
- What? - If you want that extra month's wages,
you just do as I say.
Oh, and don't tell Jenkins we found the camera.
_
How you feeling?
Allie, you didn't have to go that far.
I just...
I lost it.
Why?
Look at me, Miss Bennett.
How could anyone think I could seduce Dr Miller?
Oh, Allie.
You were wrong pinning your hopes on me.
I can't do it.
I've called it off.
I had no idea she was...
- I've been so focused on Ferguson... - We went too far.
Well, how far's too far, Will? Burying her alive?
I'm sorry, but she is a monster.
What if we're the real monsters in all this?
Miss Miles?
Um...
I was scheduled to see Dr Miller...
He cancelled your appointment.
I... I was wondering if you might give this note to him from me?
_
You must be fucking crazy to think I'd ever wanna help you.
What happened to Cockburn?
Reassigned. Overseas.
- And you're his superior? - Yeah.
But I'm across all his cases.
Especially this one.
What d'you got?
Out.
OUT!
You wanna move your fucking arse?
What'd 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...
Who else has seen this?
He can't do it any quicker, so...
I have still got...
- No-one. - Are you sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
What about the prisoner that filmed it?
Nothing to play it back on.
They're talking about an escape. We have to put a stop to it.
You let me worry about that.
Right now, say and do nothing.
What are you gonna do with him?
I'll just have a little chat.
Good work, Miss Reynolds.
I'll be in touch.
Hey. I've been looking for ya.
Kath, get out here!
Yes?
I'm really sorry I blamed you, that was a fucking shit move.
Kath's the mole.
She's been cosying up to Smiles.
Passing on little titbits of shit she's overhead in here.
- I'm not understanding... - Shut up.
I don't wanna hear your whiny fucking excuses.
- But I think... - SHUT UP!
Mandy, spread the word:
laundry after breakfast.
We're gonna have ourselves a little Kath Maxwell barbecue.
Is everything else OK?
You asked to see me.
I'm, um...
I'm sorry for putting you in that position.
Allie, you don't have to apologise for anything.
I'm here to help you.
Because it's your job.
Well, yeah, it is.
But...
as a human being
I do care about you.
Hey. Hey.
You are beautiful.
I just want you to see what everybody else sees.
Hey.
- You hear about Kath? - Yeah, Lou thinks she's the mole.
- I can't let her take the blame. - Yes, you can.
- Lou's gonna steam press her. - Just suck it up, Marie.
You dodged a bullet.
Thank your lucky stars and just keep quiet.
Yeah, I know, it's dirty, sneaky shit.
- Fuck you, Rita. - Fuck you, Marie.
- Hey, you wanted to see me? - Yeah, come in.
Is there a problem?
Clearly, that's not what it looks like.
The lack of sound robs it of context.
Allie Novak has made a formal complaint against you.
Sexual harassment.
She claims you've been having a sexual relationship,
- which you recently tried to break off. - Oh, what?
- Obviously, that's not true. - Which is the reason
she was so upset yesterday when she cut herself in front of you.
Look, I don't know why she would say that.
In that vision, I'm providing therapeutic comfort, it's a...
A genuine human gesture of compassion
for someone who was in pain, when she kissed me.
It didn't look like you minded.
She's suffering from self-esteem issues, OK?
I didn't want to exacerbate that.
Look, this doesn't prove anything.
She claims she recently wrote you a letter which she gave you,
- begging you not to end the affair. - No, no, there is no letter.
You won't mind if we search your office, then?
What's this?
I have no idea.
I don't... I don't understand what's happening here.
Well, I'd say it's pretty clear cut.
If you resign, I'm willing to forgo termination proceedings.
I'm not gonna resign...
- That's rubbish, I mean, none of that's true. - And if you don't resign, Greg,
I'll be forced to take that to the GM, the board, and make it public.
No.
No. I will fight this.
OK? This is my reputation that we're talking about.
- I've done nothing wrong. - But that's not true.
We know about Ferguson, Greg.
Not just the psuldrycin.
We know what you two have been doing.
Oh.
This is a set-up.
You set me up.
What kind of people use a vulnerable woman in a wheelchair
to do their dirty work?
Whoo.
Bring her over here.
You're a fucking weirdo.
Ya fucking bitch.
We all know what happens to laggers.
Far be it for little old me to break the tradition.
Let this be a lesson.
Mm... mm, mm, mm, mm.
I'll give you a matching set.
Fucking take it.
Hardest thing is to tell yourself that you don't care.
That it's just a job.
Now's not the time to grow a conscience, Marie.
Lou's exposed her mole, punished them.
Maybe now she'll relax a bit and open up.
Get buggin'.
- What are you doing? - Oh, I was just looking for Lou.
Accident in the kitchen?
You'd think I'd have learnt my lesson when it comes to hot oil.
Guess that's, uh... amnesia for you.
- I'll organise some pain relief. - Thank you.
What is it?
Will Jackson and Vera Bennett. They know.
Everything.
They've backed me into a corner, Joan.
I could go to jail for the fraud that I've helped to perpetrate.
You're already in jail.
I've gone against all of my moral codes
and I suspect you have been pulling the wool over my eyes
- this entire time. - No.
No, I'm... Look.
This is proof of my commitment.
I could have let the old Joan out to stop this happening but I didn't,
I took the punishment.
- Your drug, the therapy, it's working. - Even if I believed that,
it's too late.
Vera and Will know the truth. That means...
... it's over.
Well, I guess I'll just have to kill them, then.
Come on, it can't be over, there's too much riding on this.
Wait.
I might have a solution.
I just need two things from you.
Not long now, baby.
I just found Zaina's phone in my cell.
I told you to get rid of it so how the fuck did it get in there
- with the voice recorder on? - I...
I don't know.
Oi! Kelly! That's enough!
- No, no! - Kelly! Back away! Back away!
Back off, Kelly!
I'm warning you. Back away! Now!
- You're a fucking dead woman. - Walk away, Kelly!
YOU ARE A FUCKING DEAD WOMAN!
- Walk away! - FUCK YOU!
Gavin Thompson knew nothing about the footage.
But we're gonna keep him on ice. Just in case.
Hm. What about the escape plan?
- You gonna put a stop to that? - We're gonna let it run for a bit.
- What? - We need to catch Bryant's cohorts
in the act of building the bomb.
But we'll definitely keep you in the loop.
And you will tell the Minister of my part in all this?
Absolutely.
Oh, Mr Stewart.
I was planning on running home again tonight
but my calf is playing up.
Can I grab a lift with you?
- What's going on? - I'm sorry, Kath.
I was the mole. I should never have let Lou do what she did.
- So what was I? Collateral? - Winter.
- Make it up to me. Let me borrow Zaina's phone. - Sorry, Kath.
Lou has it now.
Novak. Connors. Mitchell.
Jenkins. And Winter.
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