Marie's getting photos in of me hitting Danny.
She's gonna know it's me.
That bitch is out there somewhere
and she's destroyed my fuckin' life.
Ferguson is still here?
It came through ten minutes ago.
We've got no choice now, we have to pay the money.
- Information's power. Everywhere. - In here.
Got a lot of enemies, Rita. How do you think I control them?
You got, like, dirt files or somethin'?
Yeah, that's exactly what I got.
I didn't bash Cherry. Liz Birdsworth has got the dementia.
You need to stay away from Kaz.
I think she's gonna try and come for you.
- She's already tried once. - She poisoned me?
If I wasn't getting outta here, I would slit your fucking throat.
Kaz is your best friend and you picked Marie over her.
I can't trust ya. We're done.
Chamberlain, the doctor you assaulted, he dropped dead.
- What are my chances of being convicted? - You're fucked.
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I'm not the fuckin' blackmailer!
Looks like the tip-off was good.
? You don't know me, when I don't know you ?
? You're calling me in, you're catching me out ?
- ? You're calling me in ? - ? You don't know me ?
- ? You're catching me out ? - ? When I don't know you ?
- ? You're calling me in ? - ? You don't know me ?
- ? You're catching me out ? - ? When I don't know you ?
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Sierra 2, this is Sierra 6. I'm escorting the detectives now.
Thank you, Sierra 6.
Why are they back?
You have to chair the staff meeting.
Sure.
OK, go on, get outta here.
- Governor. - Mmm.
Thank you, Miss Miles, you can close the door.
Take a seat.
What can I do for you?
We found a body...
last night, after a tip-off.
We believe it's Joan Ferguson.
What?
W... Joan Ferguson?
Forensics should be able to confirm the ID in the next few days.
Now, the body is roughly the right height and build,
and dressed in a Wentworth issue tracksuit.
It was buried in one of your workshop boxes,
the same type Ferguson and Doyle used to escape.
Right.
Bloodied scratch marks inside the box
indicate that she was buried alive.
The implications are clear.
It appears someone in your staff
may have assisted Ferguson
- and then murdered her. - Well, that's impossible.
- Where'd your tip-off come from? - Anonymous.
All of your officers will need to be re-interviewed.
We'll get started immediately.
Yeah, of course. Certainly.
We're fucked!
We are if you don't calm down.
You two need to get your stories straight.
Do you know where the tip-off came from?
It's got to be the same person who's blackmailing us.
This was a warning. Punishment for last night.
Have they sent any other messages?
Well, you need to get in touch with them before they shop us to police.
Do not tell me what to do!
So, now what?
Marie Winter has her dirt file here, in prison.
Once I get a hold of it, we won't just nail her protector,
we'll have her entire network.
Well, good, 'cause that's your job.
- There's a few things I want done first. - What do ya mean?
Susan Jenkins was charged with Cherry Li's bashing...
- So? - Dragovic did that,
so you're going to get Jenkins' charges dropped
and I want Ruby Mitchell transferred out of Wentworth.
What-what-what-what's she got to do with it?
Nothin'.
She's my sister and I need to protect her.
You gotta be kidding me. Your sister is an inmate?
Yes.
Oh, this is bullshit.
You've had split focus this whole time.
You have no fucking idea what I've been through. Just do this for me!
You want to finish the job, yeah?
You want the glory, the promotion and the pay rise, of course you do.
So, get my sister out of here!
Er, when is the championship?
In a few months.
When I get out.
I dunno if I'll ever get out, eh?
Thanks to Cherry fucking Li.
Hey, it wasn't her fault that she got bashed.
Oi, no! Stop distractin' her, all right?
She's got a new bestie now, so see ya. Bye-bye.
Keep punchin'. Come on, sis.
Ooh, whoa.
Fuck!
What's wrong?
- Hey? No, I'm gonna... - Just give me a minute, Boomer.
- Just give me a fucking minute! - I'm... All right!
- Hey, hey. We'll go for a walk. Come on. - OK.
Come on.
Hey?!
Come over here.
Five grand and I'll fight whoever you want.
Five grand?
You'll get your money's worth.
All right. I'll see what I can do.
Kosta...
I don't want Rita finding out about it, all right?
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Connors?
Just returnin' a book.
You're due in medical, random drug test.
Sure.
Thank you, Mr Stewart.
Uh, the police have asked to use a second office.
- You OK with that? - Just give them whatever they want.
Take a seat, Proctor.
Ah, thanks, but I've been sitting on my butt for the last 24 hours.
- What are the cops doing here? - Nothing that concerns you.
I want to talk about Marie Winter.
You're gonna have to ask her what happened, I mean,
she wasn't very happy.
Right, was it a fight, or a challenge?
Why would she challenge me? She's walking out the door in a minute.
Yeah, maybe not.
Her assault victim died of his injuries
so she is now facing manslaughter charges.
Right.
Now this makes sense.
Trust me, you do not want that piece of work in charge of our women.
Do you have enough support to keep control?
Yeah...
I think so.
But you know this place, they gave Joan Ferguson the job.
I think you're good for the women, Kaz...
and the last thing I need right now is more instability.
I would like to help you if I can.
Will,
I want you to release Proctor back into General first thing tomorrow.
- What about Winter? - Well, you keep her in the slot.
Well, we don't know who started the fight.
I've reviewed the CCTV and I think Proctor was defending herself.
If she gets out first, she's got time to shore up support.
I do not want Marie Winter in control.
At least with Proctor, I know where we stand.
Ms Bennett...
- Oh, have you got everything you need? - Yes, thank you.
I've scheduled your interview for tomorrow afternoon.
You, too, Mr Jackson.
Right, we're happy to help.
- Oh, piss off! - Hm.
What ya up to?
Oh, well, this is... this is my memory box.
So, these are all little memories
and I write 'em down so I don't forget 'em.
- Oh, yeah? 'Cause... - Yeah.
The woman... yarn bogged...
- What the...? Bombed. - Bombed... yarn bombed.
- Yarn bombed... the yard for me. - Mmm.
Oh, yeah, I remember that.
Go in there?
- Yeah, yeah. - What's that one?
Oh, that one... uh...
oh, "Boomer tried to teach baby Josh to say, 'tits'."
Oh, yeah.
- Tits! - Tits! Tits!
- Dors was so pissed off at me. - Oh. Yeah, she was, she was.
- Wasn't she? - Yeah. Oh, do another.
- Huh? Oh. - Do another.
Um... Oh, "Bea's first day. She was scared stiff.
I tried to look after her." And a little picture.
Yeah. Yeah.
I miss her.
Yeah, me, too.
And Franky... and Maxie...
and Dors. And, oh, God...
sometimes I feel like the whole world's
just moving past me and I'm just standin' still.
I know that feeling, love.
You seem normal again.
Well, sometimes I'm OK, Booms, and then sometimes I'm not.
So, I have to... oh, just take it one day at a time, you know?
Jenkins, Governor wants to see you.
What?!
Oh, fuckin' why?
- Am I in the shit again, am I? - Probably.
Fucking hell!
Give this to Marie.
- What? - You peer worker,
so go see her, give her this.
- I don't think I can be peer worker... - Fuckin' do it!
It's too late in the day now to... go...
- First thing tomorrow, yeah? - Yeah.
Yeah.
First thing in the morning, I...
Oh, God.
Dinner.
Thanks.
- Are you OK? - Yeah. I'm itching to get out.
Need some information to control him.
Heard you might help out.
Well, maybe you should stop picking fights.
Why did you do it?
Why, do you want to take over? Is that it?
Oh, come on, you officers have no idea what goes on in here.
So, tell me.
Listen...
if you want to survive in here, you've got to keep your head down.
Being Top Dog invites trouble.
I'll get you outta here as soon as I can.
Thanks.
Oh, uh, by the way, Connors was in your cell.
Doing what?
Well, she said she was returning a book, is that...? Was she legit?
Which book?
Uh, I dunno, it was, uh... pretty chunky, blue spine.
Oh, no, forget about that, it's no worries.
OK.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Oh, fucking Rita!
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- Governor, Jenkins to see you. - Thank you, Miss Miles.
Yeah?
You might wanna be sitting for this.
I just got off the phone from the DPP.
Your charges for the assault on Cherry Li have been dropped.
What?
Mm-hm.
Oh, that's...
that's awesome.
Oh!
Oh, my God. What strings did you have to pull, eh?
No strings. Lack of forensic evidence.
- Yeah, lack of forensics! - OK. OK, great. No, it's all right.
- It's good. Sit. Sit. - Yeah.
- So, given your parole is coming up... - Mmm...
I expect you to be on your best behaviour.
- No more announcements. - Nah.
Nah, you've got nothin' to worry about, Ms Bennett.
- I'm... - OK. OK.
Miss Miles?
- Oh, can I go now? Yeah. - Yeah.
- I'm gettin' parole. I'm getting parole! - Really?
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Hello?
Hello, Vera.
Oh, that's better.
Feet are killing me.
For the recycling.
How you been?
Why are you doing this?
Really liked that job.
- You were terrible at it. - Could have been friends, Vera.
Pity it turned out that way.
So, it is a revenge thing? Petty revenge.
500 grand is not petty.
That'd set me up nicely.
D'you like the magpie?
Found it in the park.
The gloves and the epaulettes... what a cack!
Bet you shat yourself.
- You broke into my home. - Where's the money?
- I don't have 500 grand. - Come on, Vera.
What's a spinster like you gonna spend your cash on?
Besides, everyone knows that bitch mother left you a house.
Pay up...
or the photo goes to the papers and the police.
I'll get you what I can, but I need time.
I give you one day, Vera Bennett.
If you breathe a word of this to anyone...
you're finished.
Understand?
And that goes for Snaky Jakey and Dumbfuck Jackson.
From now on, this is between you and me.
And how do I know this'll be the end of it?
Well, you don't.
You have to take my word for it.
See you tomorrow night.
That's the sound of your chickens coming home to roost.
Hello?
Good news, uncle. Gotta present for ya.
Oh! Is it what I asked for?
Course it is. You'll love it.
How's things with you mob?
House search goin' OK?
Yeah, good. The application's with the agent.
Great. I know how impatient your sister can get.
- All right, we'll be in touch. - Sure.
Governor, the detectives want to interview me this morning,
- do you know what it is about? - Well, you'll have to ask them.
- Can you action Ruby Mitchell's transfer papers? - Yep.
D'you get a reply yet?
Vera?
If there is any news...
you will hear it.
Hey, Fight Cub's on this arvo.
Five K?
Got some big bets coming in from outside.
Put up a good fight.
I always do.
- Governor. - Yes, how's it going?
We've got some fresh intel.
A Corrections Department vehicle
was caught on a traffic camera near the burial site
the night of the escape. It's registered to this prison.
We believe it was used to transport Ferguson
and that the driver is her accomplice.
Uh, who was the driver?
Well, that's unclear. We're cross-referencing staff rosters
but we're also presuming the accomplice
- could've slipped out while on shift. - Mm.
So, we need access to CCTV covering all vehicle garages.
Yeah, of course.
Now, please.
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Dragovic.
You still interested in Ruby Mitchell?
- Yeah. - How interested?
- 20 bucks. - Hundred.
Mm.
Transfer application's come in to send her to Barnhurst.
- When? - Dunno.
Came from outside Corrections, which is weird.
Could be as early as tomorrow.
- Sierra 6, this is Sierra 1. - This is Sierra 6, go ahead.
- Your assistance is required... - Hey!
- You deliver the message? - What?
The message for Marie!
Liz?
Uh...
What'd she want?
I dunno.
Hey, now that the cops have dropped the charges...
maybe I can come watch you box in Malilla, hey?
- "Manila." - Yeah.
- Can...? Fuckin' ringside, cool. - I'll save you a seat ringside, then.
Hey, I'm gettin' out.
- Great. Happy for ya. - Thanks. Oh, sweet.
what are you going to do when you get out?
Hey, Drago, you betting on the fight?
Ruth versus Ruby. It's gonna be a good one.
Ruth's fighting Mitchell?
Yeah.
- Yeah. - Plan soon...
So, you need to go into Archive...
and, ah, click on the cameras you want.
All garages and entrances.
- Um, the date in that search box... - _
and, uh, a start and end time.
_
Hm.
Um, let me try.
_
Nothing there.
- No. - Surely you got a backup.
_
No backup data found.
So, all camera logs for that date have been erased?
Well, it appears so.
Who'd have access to those logs?
I panicked. After Channing came in, I ju... just panicked.
Jesus Christ!
You realise what you have done?
They are onto us now.
They know only senior officers could access that footage.
It's circumstantial.
So, we stay calm and stick to our stories.
The only person with evidence is whoever took that photo.
Hey?!
- Could I talk to you about Ruby? - Yeah.
I don't understand why she called things off.
- Have you talked to her? - Yeah, I've tried, but she gives me nothing.
I'm sorry, Allie.
But... could you talk to her?
You know what she's like when she makes her mind up...
I just wanna understand what happened.
Please, could you try?
Sure.
- What d'you want? - Shut the fuck up!
Argh!
Fuck!
Hey, what the fuck are you doing?! Let me out!
You thought you were so fucking clever getting rid of that photo.
Now I know your sister killed Danny.
And I'm going to fucking kill her...
for Marie.
Let me out! Let me out!
Hey, let me out!
Fuck!
Vera Bennett.
The police wanna talk to him. Where are you?
I just ducked out to get something to eat.
Well, they want to interview us after lunch.
OK.
I'm on my way back now.
We weren't aware you'd left the prison.
I'm sorry...
I wasn't aware I had to tell you.
You should keep us appraised of your movements from now on.
Why, am I a suspect?
We've already established Ferguson's accomplice was a senior officer.
And you're accusing me?
We can discuss that during your interview.
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- Hey. - Hey.
Have you seen Ruby?
Well, she's probably gettin' ready for the fight.
What fight?
Rita?!
Hey! I'm in here.
Shit.
- Fuck! Shit! - What happened?
Drago. Where's Ruby?
- Fight Club. - Oh, f...!
So, do you, like, need a water or an OJ or somethin'?
- No, no, no, I'm all right. - OK, so we're going to smash her face in, yeah?
Hey, Ruth's pulled out.
- You're fighting someone else. - Who?
Oh, shit. Really?
Come on.
- Let's get on with it. - Ruby?! Wait!
Nuh, nuh, nuh. She don't wanna see you.
Boomer, shut the fuck up!
- The fight's about to start. - It can wait! Go away.
- I wanna fight. - Do you wanna die?
- I can beat her. - I know about your aneurysm.
Drago knows you killed Danny.
If you go in there...
she's gonna kill you.
I don't give a fuck!
- What do I have to lose? - You're my sister,
and I love you.
Rube, it's time, come on!
I'm still a cop!
I saw that footage.
I've always known it was you that killed him.
I came in here to protect you from Marie
Ru, please... you cannot do this.
- Who're you goin' on? All right. - Rubes.
- Who do you want? - Ruby.
Where the fuck is she?
For Ruby? OK.
What's the hold-up?
Ruby's out. You're fighting me.
- Bullshit. - Let's go.
- Hey, but the bets were placed for Ruby. - Just fuckin' fight!
Come on.
Ugh!
I did not help Joan Ferguson escape.
So, who did?
We're narrowing down our suspects, Mr Stewart...
Your service record's clear,
we think that speaks for itself.
The other senior officers, not so much.
Is there anything you can tell us about Joan Ferguson's escape?
I wish I could.
What's your opinion of Will Jackson?
He's a good bloke.
He and Ferguson have history.
Yeah? So, why would he help her?
Whoever helped her probably killed her.
Nah, Will hasn't got the guts for this shit.
And he was on duty. I-I was with him most of the day.
And what about Governor Bennett?
We know you two were involved.
You know this prison inside out.
You know every staff member.
Some of them... intimately.
You must have a theory.
Argh!
Fucking go!
Ah! Oh, God!
Look, I'll tell you one thing I know for sure,
Vera Bennett had nothing to do with this.
Other officers report seeing both yourself and Mr Stewart
in the prison directly after the escape,
but no-one remembers seeing Mr Jackson.
Well, this place was pandemonium at the time.
That doesn't surprise me.
- (SPEAKS SERBIAN) - _
Oof! Oof! Oof!
Let's talk about Will Jackson.
Fucking what?!
- Argh! - Ow!
Oh!
Do you remember seeing him?
It's a simple question, Miss Bennett.
Did you see Mr Jackson in the hours after the escape?
Governor?
Fucking bitch.
Your sister's a coward.
Finish her!
Ruby's dead!
Argh!
- ("DETUNE" BY KALEIDA) - ? Coming in need ?
? In a world you wrote ?
? A hunger won't be quelled till it's tamed ?
? And I ?
? I come here to be what you want ?
? So you get mad ?
- ? And I ? - Let's go.
? I come here to be what you need ?
? So you can fly ?
? So you can ?
? And I ?
? I come here to be what you need ?
? So you can fly ?
- You're Vera Bennett's partner? She'll be fine. - Yeah.
Just a few bruises and a possible concussion.
- I'd like to keep her in for tonight. - Yeah, sure.
Her main concern was obviously for the baby,
but there's nothing to worry about.
You can go through.
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You're pregnant?
Is it, um...?
Uh, uh, of... of course it's yours.
I... I don't know what to say, um...
That's amazing.
I wanna be a proper dad.
I won't let him down. Or her. I mean, do you know...?
- Are we having a boy or a...? - There's no "we", Jake.
I'm having this baby on my own.
You don't have to be alone.
We can be a family.
A real family.
Please, just...
think about it. I know we could make it work.
You know, I was going to punish
this baby for things you've done?
I swallowed an abortion pill.
I was this close to ending it and then I realised...
that it's you I hate...
not the baby, so I threw it up.
You'll never be a part of this child's life.
Um, I need to be home.
- I can't force you to stay. - Well, I'll sign anything you want, but,
I have to go.
Any news on Vera?
Yep.
Um, yeah. She's... she's gonna be OK.
Great. OK.
I'm going in for my interview.
Just stick to your story.
The thing is...
I think I'm done.
This whole fuckin' mess is because of me.
I think it's time I just own it.
Tell 'em what I did.
That I acted alone.
You'd protect me and Vera?
I'd protect Vera.
Mr Jackson, we're ready for you now.
Do you like the bun?
Wore it especially.
I've got the money...
but I want a guarantee.
- This has to be the end of it. - Whatever you say.
You will get it
when I watch you delete those pictures.
And I want your phone wiped. back to factory settings
in front of me.
You are not getting anything...
I got her. I got her! I got the bitch!
Oh!
That's not Ferguson.
Who the fuck is that?!
Oh. Oh, fu...
Oh fu... Oh...
Oh.
This is a volatile place.
People take rash choices all the time, I'm sure.
Is there anything you'd like to tell us
about Joan Ferguson's escape and subsequent murder?
Shots fired at Vera Bennett's house. Could be related.
- Is Vera OK? - She reported it. Let's go.
- What happened? - I dunno.
- Vera, are you OK? - It was Channing.
Channing, uh, shot her right in front of me.
- Shot who? - Murphy. M-Murphy...
- Murphy was the blackmailer. - What? Where's Channing now?
Uh, he ran. Uh, the police have gone after him.
- Right, we're coming over. - Um I... I have to go.
What?
It was Murphy.
Jesus.
- Wait. - What?
- There might be a way out of this. - How?
- I called you hours ago. - Jesus Christ.
It was self-defence, get me out of this.
- Where's Winter's file? - Are you listening to me?!
You never fuckin' had it, did ya? You strung us along.
You risked blowin' an entire undercover operation
- for what? - For my sister!
Yeah, well, no way are we transferrin' her now.
I can still get the file.
You murdered an inmate. Who the fuck are you, Connors?
'Cause I dunno any more. We're callin' it.
- The undercover op is finished. - No, wait,
- I know where Marie keeps it. - Too late.
It's not too fuckin' late!
If I get that file, we blow the lid on the whole bloody thing.
You've been deep cover too long, you've crossed the line.
You're thinkin' and actin' like a criminal.
We're cutting you lose.
You can't do that!
You can't leave me here!
You knew this was off the books.
As of right now, you are just another prisoner.
In breaking news, we're here at the Western Remand Compound
where a suspect has been arrested over a fatal shooting in Niddrie.
Derek Channing, formerly a correctional services manager,
will be remanded over the murder
of former Wentworth corrections officer Brenda Murphy.
- It's expected he'll face further charges - _
after the discovery of a body in a shallow grave yesterday.
Police have confirmed items of interest
related to the crime scene were found in a fishing shack
where Channing had been staying.
We've been here throughout the night and seen police officers
bringing out a number of items of evidence
including bags containing things like newspaper clippings
and maps, as well as a dirty shovel.
Miss Miles!
Get them coppers back in here!
I need to talk to them!
I want to talk to 'em!
Miss Miles!
Miss Miles, do you hear me?!
Get them coppers back in here!
Miss Miles, are you listening to me?
I want to speak to Miss Bennett. I want to speak to Miss Bennett!
Let me speak to Miss Bennett! Get off me you...!
Fuckin' let me go!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!
What happened?
Fuck!
She killed Dragovic.
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