If you give me five minutes with Proctor...
Absolutely not- you are to have no further contact
with Proctor or her crew under any circumstances.
Do you understand?
Hello, Shayne.
Ferguson is still making plans, OK? She's meeting contacts.
- What contacts? - Shayne Butler, Jianna's son.
Ferguson wanted someone on the outside to take out Nils Jesper.
- Alright. I'll check it out. - Fuck!
Look, all I'm trying to do
is put away the person who shopped you!
KAZ: You ever lay a hand on me,
this goes online and your career will be over.
Do you remember once you offered me something else?
- Having a baby? - Are you serious?
Nash, it's me. I want to meet Miranda.
No. Not here.
How far to yours?
Bea, I didn't have anything to do with it. I swear to God.
I didn't know anything about it! Bea!
MAXINE: Oh, hon, you really fell for her, didn't you?
- She played me all the way. - She wasn't playing anyone.
Where is she?
You tell me. She's all yours now.
(INHALES)
SONG: ♪ You don't know me
♪ When I don't know you
♪ You don't know me
♪ When I don't know you
♪ You're calling me in
♪ And you're catching me out
♪ You're calling me in
♪ And you're catching me out
♪ You're calling me in
♪ And you're catching me out
♪ You don't know me
♪ When I don't know you. ♪
WOMAN: God, look at her. She's off her fucking head.
- (WOMEN'S VOICES ECHO) - (ROCK MUSIC)
ALLIE: Fucking...
ALLIE: Do you like that?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
How are you?
- Oh, my God. - No. No, no. Get off.
SONG: ♪ Now she's pushing up daisies... ♪
WOMAN: Come over here, baby.
(CHEERING)
Fuck. My God.
♪ Doing needles like a voodoo doll
♪ Eventually, it took its toll... ♪
Oh, hi, Bea.
You nearly missed the show, love.
- OK, that's enough. - What's she up to?
Oh, she's off her face and ready to get on someone else's,
by the looks, eh?
(LAUGHTER ECHOES)
And she was... Oh. Hey! Piss off.
- Fuck did you say? - Fucking slut!
WOMAN: Hey, hey!
(SHOUTING)
(INAUDIBLE)
- Fuck off! - JAKE: Cut it out!
- Jesus, Novak. - I was just trying to be nice.
We've got her, Mr Stewart. We're all good.
- JAKE: Get her out of here. - MILES: Right. Come on.
So are you gonna take care of her or not?
You want to pat my pussy, Mama?
(WOMEN LAUGH)
No. She's all yours.
- JAKE: Come on. Come on. - Come on.
Fuck.
KAZ: Come on, now. Come on, baby.
You give her anything else, I'll knock your fuckin' block off.
I don't want her near me. She's a mess.
- Then don't take her money. - Leave it alone, Smith!
Yep. All good, Mr Stewart.
You just missed one of the great pleasures
of working with a bunch of randy women.
Straight back into it, then?
Mate, don't feel embarrassed about what happened.
Did you tell anyone?
No. I said I wouldn't.
They got it on video.
Kaz had a phone.
- Let's do a cell toss. - Oh, good.
And tell the governor what exactly, eh?
Relax.
Look, if this thing gets out, I'm fucked.
- OK. - OK?
There's no way I'm getting kicked out of here
because of that little man-hating bitch.
VERA ON RADIO: Sierra 5, this is Sierra 2.
Sierra 5. Go ahead.
Can I see you in my office, please?
Yes, Governor. On my way.
- Mate, we'll fix this. - OK.
JAKE: Governor!
Morning.
- Is the, uh, deputy governor in? - Yeah. He's back on board.
Oh. Is he feeling OK?
He's a little rough around the edges.
Or a little bit frustrated
that I won't let him question Proctor?
No-one's gonna lag, Vera.
But I am in full support of you and working on Ferguson.
Pleased to hear it.
- (BEEPING) - (LOCK OPENS)
- I had a great time last night. - So did I.
Just keep me up to date, Mr Stewart.
- Yes, Governor. - Mmm.
FRANKY: The name's Shayne Butler.
Oh, well, I've had a look at the file,
and I reckon our office should handle it.
Oh, yeah, we do a lot of those.
So we'll take it from here, yeah?
Alright, cheers.
If you can grab that file, I'll see you down there in 10.
- Ms Fessler? - Oh. I'm due in court, Franky.
Caulfield office want us to take over one of their clients.
Whoa. We've got our hands full, Franky.
He's an Indigenous kid. Ward of the state.
Oh. You're gonna play that card?
- I'm trying to. - Go on. Hit me with it.
Auto theft charge. Hearing's scheduled for next week.
I reckon if we talk to the DPP,
we should be able to get his charges reduced.
- On what basis? - Long history of disadvantage.
And considering everything he's been up against,
I reckon he deserves a second chance.
That's not really a legal argument, Franky.
Yet.
(LAUGHS) OK. Take a meeting.
Write an assessment based on the interview and I'll consider it.
Cool. Sweet.
- Look who I found. - LIZ: Hey!
'Max! "Oh!
LIZ: Hello.
- Welcome back. - Oh...
- Oh. - Alright. Susan.
- BOOMER: Yeah. - Take her things.
- Put them in her cell. Come in. - BOOMER: Yeah.
Liz, why don't you make Maxine a nice cup of your herbal tea?
Yeah, or maybe you'd like us to rack off so you can settle in.
No. No, I just want things to be normal.
- Trust me. Normal's overrated. - No, really.
The sooner we can move on, the better, OK?
Oh, that's good, that's good, 'cause...
I think it's time.
- BOOMER: Baby time. - You're ovulating?
- Uh-huh. - MAXINE: Are you sure?
Yeah. I got the horn real bad, hey, and I got a...
I got a bit of a Slip 'n Slide happening in me undies...
Yeah. Yes. Alright. Susan. We get the picture.
OK.
Let's make this happen. (SIGHS)
- What's the first step? - I make a call to Martin.
Oh, how are we gonna get it in?
He'll come to the visitors centre...
- No. How are we gonna get it in? - (LIZ LAUGHS)
BOOMER: Yeah.
- Allie. - Fuck off!
- Just give me a taste. - Get away from us!
- Fuckin' bitches! - Hey. Don't start.
You hand it over when it suits ya, don't ya?
Hey, leave.
Hey.
I thought you were supposed to be looking after her.
She was fine until you came along.
- Don't you put this back on me. - She was clean. I got her there.
Do you know what that takes?
Well, she needs to pull her head in.
(SCOFFS)
What are you staring at?
KAZ: Leave it, Allie.
Why the fuck is everybody looking at me?
KAZ: Come on. Let's go.
They want me, Bea.
(PHONES RING)
- Shayne Butler. - Ah, yes. Take a seat.
Shayne? Hey.
I'm Franky. I'm the paralegal dealing with your case.
Yeah, and?
Come on.
I've had a look over your file, and from what I read,
you weren't even in the stolen vehicle
at the time of the arrest.
- No comment. - I'm on your side.
You can talk to me.
Nice tatts.
- Ta. - I've got one.
FRANKY: Yeah?
- Cross your heart, hope to die. - Stick a needle in your eye.
Yeah. It's like "Never forget what you promised," you know?
Yeah. That's cool.
You don't look much like a lawyer.
You don't look much like a criminal.
I reckon I can get your charges reduced.
For real?
Maybe. But we gotta do some work.
Like what?
Well, first things first.
Tell me about your background, family, that sort of stuff.
No family. Mum's dead. Don't know who Dad is.
And what about your friends?
- Any mates in trouble? - Nothing major.
- None of them are doing time? - No way.
Hmm. Um... So we need someone who can vouch for you.
Like a character witness.
Um...
Maybe Aunty Joan.
Who's Aunty Joan?
SHAYNE: She's my godmother. I just met her, really.
- She, um... she knew me mum. - I'll be back.
I'm just getting some dressings.
FRAN KY: Tell me more about her.
SHAYNE: She looks a bit like, um...
...you know that chick from '101 Dalmatians'?
- (FRANKY LAUGHS) Cruella de Vil? - Yeah, that one.
- (LAUGHS) - That's who she looks like.
You feeling my pain, Mr Stewart?
Must be rather dull for you,
standing around in here when you could be back out there,
seeing the sights.
To be honest, I find you interesting.
- Do you? Oh. - Yes.
Well, compared to the other prisoners.
Oh. Thought you were about to pay me a compliment.
I've been warned about you, Joan.
Don't be too sure of anything anyone tells you.
Jake.
Even I fell victim to the internal politics of this place.
Mmm. Perhaps you could advise me.
- Why would I do that? - We're stuck with each other.
Might be fun.
Vera a bit too vanilla for you, Jake?
OK. Let's get this arm dressed.
MAXINE: Bea.
Bea!
They've got Allie, Juice and her crew.
Where?
- (ALLIE MOANS) - Shouldn't you two be at work?
- This is none of your business. - Oh, yeah?
- Yeah, you're up. - Nah, nah, nah.
She was stealing stuff from my cell. I caught her in there.
Why don't you quit while you're ahead, Juice?
No, no, no, no, no. It is my right.
- LUCY: She is a thief. - BEA: Oh, yeah?
How about next time I put you in a wheelchair, you won't get out of it? Huh?
Huh?!
(LAUGHS) Yeah. Come on.
And don't you touch her again.
Must be love.
(LUCY AND STELLA LAUGH)
Do you need to go to medical?
I'm OK.
I would have ripped their heads off
in another couple of minutes anyway.
Sure.
Get out of here.
- BEA: Go on. - (SNIFFS)
Bea.
I missed you.
I missed you so much.
Please talk to me.
But you're a mess.
I'm not.
I'm not. I'm good. I'm good.
I just... I miss you.
- I need you. - No.
I'll stop. I'll stop using. I promise.
I won't... I won't go near the stuff again. I promise.
It's not the drugs.
This... you and me, whatever it was.
It's done.
You know what it was. You're just too scared to admit it.
Whatever you need to tell yourself is fine by me.
I..-
I can still feel you.
- Please listen to me! - You listen to me.
This is it. This is the last time I save your arse.
I love you.
That's a shame.
- (BEEPING) - (LOCK OPENS)
- (JOSH FUSSES) - (SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)
- NASH: Yes! Yes. - (DOREEN CLEARS THROAT)
Hi, baby. Hi, Joshy.
How's my little man?
Doreen. This is Miranda.
- Hi. - Hi. It's so good to meet you.
- I've heard so much about you. - Me too.
- (JOSH CRIES) - Oh, are we a bit grizzly?
Are we a bit grizzly this morning? Hey, honey?
Yeah, I don't know why. He had such a great sleep.
Thanks so much for helping us out. Just till Nash finds a job.
- It's real generous of ya. - No, it's my pleasure.
Oh, now, come on. It must be the last thing you want.
You've got a toddler screaming around the house
and now a baby as well.
No, he's a dream, your little man.
We must need a walk around the room, eh?
Stand him on your lap. He likes to use his legs.
- NASH: Yeah. - MIRANDA: He's really into it.
- Shh, shh, shh. - Should see Mia with him, Dors.
She loves having a little brother around, doesn't she?
Yeah. Such a nice age gap.
Actually, we've printed out some photos for you.
That's a great shot in the park.
Yeah. Yeah, me and Joshy are spending heaps of time together.
- (JOSH FUSSES) - DOREEN: Shh.
Just remember, um...
This is all temporary.
Come on, Dor. It's good for him to spend time with Mia.
I just don't want Josh getting too attached
to something that's gonna change.
No of fence. It's just... He's had a lot of stuffing around.
Yeah. Well, they are brother and sister, Dor.
- Half. - Come on. Be reasonable, please.
- I am. - (JOSH CRIES)
- Honey, come on. Come on, baby. - Let me see what's wrong.
Hello, mate.
What's wrong? Watch this.
Daddy's gonna calm you down in two seconds.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Doreen. Hi.
I think Josh should be back in here with me.
Are you concerned about the way Nash is looking after him?
Oh, no, no. Nash is a great dad.
So why the change of heart?
Josh is bonding to another woman.
Nash's housemate, his ex-girlfriend.
You know, any nurturing that he gets is really healthy.
And then what happens when I get out?
I know this is incredibly difficult for you, Doreen,
but... no matter what happens,
Josh and you, the bond will never be broken.
I want him back.
- I miss him. - Mmm.
Only eight more months.
But I'm gonna miss his first step, his first word.
It's gotta be better for him to be with me.
Maybe... if you can speak to the board...
You are a fantastic mum.
Your initial instincts were right.
Wentworth is not a place for a baby.
- So you won't help me. - Course I'm gonna help you.
For a start, we can work out a more regular
visitation schedule - we can talk to Nash.
You just don't get it, do ya?
You're not a mother.
JAKE ON RADIO: Sierra 2, this is Sierra 5.
Your assistance is required in the plant room.
On my way, Sierra 5.
- (BEEPING) - (LOCK OPENS)
- Mr Stewart. - Governor.
Jimmy!
JAKE: Boiler's cactus. Needs replacing.
- It's gonna cost a bit. - Oh, how much?
You need to approve the work order.
Yep. Yeah, of course. That's fine. You can just...
You just go ahead. (LAUGHS)
Thanks, mate.
Um... How are... How are things with... Ferguson?
She hasn't mentioned much.
What, nothing?
Nothing relevant.
She, um...
She called you vanilla.
Vanilla?
- She's saying I'm boring. - I'm not sure that she...
That is her way of undermining my authority with you.
- She can't help herself. - Vera.
You're the one who warned me not to let her get inside my head.
You haven't said anything to her about us, have you?
Of course not.
Just... Vanilla!
Yeah, but, like, how... how are we gonna get the jizz, like...
...far enough up me bang hole?
Oh, for goodness sake, Susan! You need a syringe!
Oh! Oh, the Queen has spoken, eh?
Hey...
Well, listening to you work out a problem
is like watching a kitten knit.
You're like watching a kitten...
- Hey. - Shut up!
MAXINE: Hey. This is meant to be a happy thing.
Guys, we gotta work together to make it happen, yeah?
Well, how am I gonna get a syringe?
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Jenkins for you.
(GROANS) Hi, Nurse.
Yeah, I feel really crook, eh?
- (GAGS) - What's the problem?
BOOMER: I think it's the food from lunch.
I might have had some undercooked chook.
Straight through.
How are you?
I'm not bad.
You're recovering OK?
I'm still pretty sore.
You're still gorgeous.
- Did you get to the clinic? - It's in my pocket.
- You're warm. - Yeah.
- Lie down. - Oh, no.
I reckon I could just lie down in me cell, eh?
I think I just need something to plug me up, you know.
OK. I'll get you something. Just wait here a sec.
OK.
Maxine...
I wouldn't be a friend unless I reminded you
why you put that sperm on ice.
You wanted a family, a husband, a home.
- But I'm here now. - But not forever.
Martin, please.
I know my brother Gary is a bloody idiot,
but not everybody is like that.
I'm doing my best
to reassure everyone else it's gonna be fine,
but I don't know if it is gonna be fine, Martin.
Maxine, don't say that.
I have to grab every chance I've got in case it's the last one.
So...
How do we do this?
Under the table.
- (BLEEPING) - (LOCK OPENS)
- Did the women get back to you? - No, not yet.
- RADCLIFFE: What are you doing? - Nothing.
- What's in your hand? - Nothing!
Officer Miles!
- She's taken something. - BOOMER: No.
Show me what you've got, Jenkins.
- No. - Show me. What's in your hand?
(RUSTLING)
What were you planning on doing with that?
You're in the slot.
- No! No! - Erikson! Yes, you are.
- I'm not fuokin' going anywhere! - Yeah, you're going in the slot.
- You leave me the fuck alone! - No! In the slot!
So no-one has ever mentioned Helen's depression to you?
No, never.
Well, maybe that's the real reason she's missing.
No, the real reason is Sonia killed her.
The depression's bullshit, Liz.
It's just like her husband's cancer story.
Oh, God. Well, how am I ever gonna get her to tell the truth?
You've just got to put a bit of pressure on her.
I have! She thinks I'm nosy and I ask too many bloody questions.
- So what? - So, what do I do with that?
Look, mate, I reckon she's onto me.
No. Now you're just being paranoid, Liz.
Don't ask her direct questions.
Use your own story to elicit hers.
How do I do that?
By opening up about your own situation.
- Well, what about my situation? - How you came to be in here.
- What happened. You know. - Yeah, yeah, I know.
Yeah, I'll give... I'll give that a go.
- Yeah. - OK.
I really appreciate what you're doing, Liz.
And you're doing really well. Just hang in there.
Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa! God!
You know, I never thought I'd end up surrounded by this lot.
Yeah? They are a motley crew.
LIZ: Yeah.
I guess you never quite know what you can do
till someone pushes you hard enough.
SONIA: Oh, what do you mean?
Oh, well, how I ended up in here.
You know, there was this party, and I got really pissed.
My mother-in-law had been digging at me all day,
and I was sick of it.
Drove a tractor into her.
A tractor?
Wow. You don't muck around.
Yeah. I just thought, "I've had enough."
I mean, she was so mean all the bloody time.
And I'm chugging towards her, and she's just standing there,
you know, like, "You wouldn't dare, Elizabeth."
- Arrogant. - Yeah. That's it. That's it.
Yeah, and as I got closer to her, |just... you know,
I felt my foot get really heavy on the accelerator.
Then all of a sudden, I just went vroooom!
I flattened her.
That's...
Wow.
Yeah, I copped a manslaughter charge.
Wow.
Thanks for sharing that with me, Liz.
Oh, no, it's good to talk about it, actually.
Yeah, it feels good.
- Booms? I got a prezzie for you. - SONIA: Are we in business?
- MAXINE: Where's Boomer? - I haven't seen her.
- Dor, have you seen Booms? - She's in the slot.
- What? - Had a row in medical.
Yeah, it's melting.
You've got your own sperm hidden inside your own snatch?
That's gotta be a first.
We've got a very narrow window of opportunity here.
Leave it where it is. It'll stay the right temperature in there.
No, no. It won't survive overnight, Sonia.
- We will get it to Boomer. - How?
- Liz? You up for a challenge? - Yeah.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
- Jesus Christ! How many times? - Wait, wait, wait.
- You've been told. Leave us... - No, I have cash this time.
Your fucking money is no good here.
Well, just tell me who else is holding, then.
I can make you understand.
Allie! Hey.
- You right? - Yeah. I'm just leaving.
What? What do you want, huh?
What's on the menu?
Whatever you want.
The report on Shayne Butler.
Leave it on my desk.
We need to move on this.
What's the urgency, Franky?
His hearing's next week.
Yeah, and I'll do it before then.
OK.
Ru just...
Hey. It's Franky Doyle from legal relief.
I need to speak to the prosecutor
in charge of Shayne Butler's case.
Meet with her after the dinner break, OK? Yeah? Off you go.
- Have you got anything with you? - Nah, piss off.
- Are you sure? - Just piss off!
You're kidding me.
Fuck off.
Come on. Let's go. I don't want to stay and watch this.
- Come on. I've got cash. - Not for you, mate.
- How much do you want? - Fuck off.
(SIGHS)
There's a phone in here.
- What? - Don't look at me.
Kaz Proctor has a phone.
What's that got to do with me?
- You're gonna get me that phone. - Why would I do that?
You get me what I want, I give you what you need.
- What do I need? - A g bag?
That should fix you up, shouldn't it?
You get me that phone, we have a deal.
- She's not his mother. - NASH: Stop freaking out.
I'm not freaking out, OK?
What I'm saying is, if you agree,
they might reconsider letting me have him back.
We agreed that he's better off out here.
I need him. And he needs me.
Josh is getting everything he could possibly want.
I want him back!
Anderson, bring it down a notch.
- (DISCONNECTED BEEPING) - Nash? Nash?
Fuck's sake!
You need some quiet time in the slot?
I have a right to a personal phone call.
No, it's OK. We're going.
KAZ: You OK?
DOREEN: He says I need to... (SHAKILY) ..settle down.
Nash and that chick he's living with,
they're making a perfect little family with my kid.
Oh, Dors.
We can deal with this.
I just want my baby.
Oh, God. I know, sweetheart. I know.
(DOREEN SOBS)
BOOMER: Let me out, please!
Please!
Yeah. You gotta get me out of here.
- Take the tray, Jenkins. - No! I don't want the tray.
Take the bloody tray, Jenkins!
(SOBS) I'm fuckin' sick.
Ow! Fuck.
(PEACEFUL MUSIC)
So, I just think he needs a gentle reminder
of his responsibilities to the child's mother...
"asap.
Good. Ta.
(KNOCKS)
Hey.
You OK?
- Yep. - You don't fuckin' look it.
You have gotta get off this shit before you get hooked again.
I'm not using again. I just had a little taste.
Then let's not go there again. OK?
Come here.
KAZ: You ever lay a hand on me
or any of the other girls ever again,
this goes online and your career is over.
Sierra 2, this is Sierra 5.
- (BEEPING) - (LOCK OPENS)
Where's the plumber?
I've got a surprise for you.
Oh, yeah, I don't really have time for surprises.
Where are we going?
What are you doing?
- Turn around. - Excuse me?
What?
- Jake, hang... Hang on. - Just... Just go with this.
- Uh-uh-uh. - Oh, oh, oh.
Just do as you're told, Governor.
What?
SONG: ♪ You lie and you take a bow... ♪
JAKE: She doesn't have a clue about you.
You're not vanilla at all, Vera.
(VERA GASPS)
What do you want me to call you?
Oh... Oh, fuck!
Come on. You can make some noise.
♪ You want to blame your shit on me... ♪
- (VERA GASPS) - (TRAIN RATTLES)
FRANKY: So I took a bit of a risk, called the DPP myself,
and we have work to do.
Now, you need a job and a fixed address.
- Did they say I'd get off? - Uh... Not yet.
They just have a list of concerns
that we need to address.
Hey.
Chin up, yeah? We're not giving up yet, are we?
- No. - OK.
So where are you living right now?
Mainly on Frosty's couch.
Well, you need to find something more permanent.
- Yeah, OK. - And what about work?
Start lookin'.
You're a cool chick, Franky.
- (LAUGHS) - (KNOCK AT DOOR)
- You wanted to see me, Governor? - VERA: Yes, come in.
Ferguson's made a request to see Shayne Butler again.
OK.
I want you to confer more closely with Mr Stewart.
I can handle this on my own.
You don't have to be so defensive.
You put me on a warning.
That is because I felt you'd shown lack ofjudgement
when it comes to Kaz Proctor.
I do realise that I have been tough on you recently.
But you should know that I consider you
an invaluable part of my team.
Thank you, Governor.
Really, I appreciate it.
You know as well as I do that Ferguson will not stop.
- So neither will we. - Agreed.
- (BLEEPING) - (LOCK OPENS)
One of the other officers will take you back to medical.
FERGUSON: Hm! You're looking very smart today, Shayne.
Have to find me a job.
Good for you.
What sort of job you looking for?
- Something with cars. - You need an apprenticeship.
Yeah, except I don't have that much school behind me.
Oh, it shouldn't matter, bright boy like you.
Well, the chick at the legal centre said if I can get a job,
a fixed address, well, then, I might be able to get off.
Well, I can't help you with a job, but...
...yeah, I might be able to do something
about your accommodation.
I got a message you wanted to see me. What do you want?
It's OK, Dors. We are gonna work everything out.
What do you mean?
Gonna get Josh back in here. Everything's gonna be sorted.
I think you'll find Nash is about to have a change of heart.
Wait. Hang on. What have you done?
It'll be fixed.
Don't worry.
Oh, no.
You call it off.
You fuckin' call it off!
- Now! - Fuck!
Fine! Jesus!
What are you doing?
- It's not here. - What?
The phone is gone!
I can't call it off!
Fuck!
Nash!
- Are you OK? - NASH: Yeah. Of course, babe.
Good. Listen. Take Josh and get out of the house.
- Why? What's going on? - There's no time to explain.
Just, you and Josh have to get out of there now.
- What's... - Just do it!
- Please! - OK. OK.
(SIGHS)
You are not gonna believe what just happened.
Thank you, Jake.
- How'd you get it? - Uh...
No, seriously.
Look, you don't have to worry. It's not gonna come back on you.
Let me buy you a drink after work, yeah?
Yeah, righto, if that'|| make you feel better.
(SIGHS)
(INHALES)
WOMAN ON P.A.: Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
All women report to assigned work duties.
- Yeah, run away. - I'm going.
I never gave up on you.
I saved your life.
You were gone. You were dead.
On the floor, lying in a puddle.
But I never gave up on you.
Never.
- (BLEEPING) - (LOCK OPENS)
- Mr Jackson! - Get to work, Smith.
Come on! Please! Just one minute.
- (BEEPING) - (LOCK OPENS)
What?
Was Allie Novak the one that resuscitated me?
I thought you couldn't remember anything.
I can't. That's why I'm asking you.
If you want to help me remember, can you please tell me
what you saw when you found me?
- I took over. - From Allie?
You weren't breathing when I got there.
Novak had already started resus. She kept your heart beating.
- Thank you. - Sure.
- Liz? - Mm-hm?
I need to ask you something.
Yeah.
That story...
...about the tractor.
It's not true, is it?
Yeah. Course it is.
But you didn't do it deliberately.
- I mean, you're not a murderer. - What?
I talked to the other women.
They told me how upset you were about the accident.
It was an accident, wasn't it, Liz?
Well, I might have exaggerated a little bit. You know.
The question is, why?
Why would you tell me you deliberately killed someone?
I was...
I mean... I was... just...
You were showing me empathy.
Yeah. Gosh, and sometimes it's just good to talk.
I appreciate the intention. It's a noble one.
(LAUGHS)
The thing is...
...I'm not a murderer either.
You alright?
No.
Allie has gone and fucked herself up because of me.
I mean, what am I supposed to do?
Bea. You can change that, OK? You can go and help her.
- I'm back! - LIZ: Oh!
How'd you go? How'd you go? Yeah, yeah? And you got it in?
Take it from me.
If you get a second chance, you grab it and you don't let go.
LIZ: Legs up? Yeah, that brings it in.
MAXINE: Booms? Did you get your dinner?
BOOMER: Yep. (LAUGHS) It was so good!
Yes?
- What is it, Smith? - (DOOR CLOSES)
I believe that one of the prisoners may be in harm's way.
I'm requesting that she be moved out of H3 and into my unit.
Tell you what, it was the best frickin' hot dog I've ever had.
Hey. Lizzie told me it was your idea, so thanks, Sonia.
Hey, I might, uh...
Thank you.
Hey, listen up.
Allie's taking the spare cell.
- BOOMER: What? - |_Iz; Righto.
I tell ya... This place does my frickin' head in sometimes.
OK.
You've got one chance at this, Allie.
- I'll try. - You won't try.
You're gonna stop.
- It's not gonna be pretty. - I know.
I know.
(DOOR OPENS)
-Hey- -Hey-
- Are you OK? - I'm fine, Doreen.
- Josh? - He's fine. Everyone's fine.
Got 'em all out before your mates rocked up.
They're not my mates. It was some idiot in here that was...
Dor. It's not OK.
No, no. Listen, please.
One of the women in here, she was just trying to...
Miranda's kicked me out of the house.
So you can get your own place.
Somewhere we can share when I get out.
I can't find a job.
And now, we have nowhere to live.
I'm taking Josh to Perth.
Mum and Dad said they'll put us up.
My cousin's got a job for me in his panelbeating business.
But I'm stuck here.
Even when I get parole, I won't be allowed to travel.
I can't do it all on my own.
But I'll never see him.
Or you.
No, don't... Don't do this, Nash.
- We'll find another way. - I'm sorry, Dor.
But right now...
...this is the best that I can do.
Nash.
Nash!
- Franky. - Hey.
Shayne Butler.
You read my report.
I got a rather interesting phone call from the DPP
about an application that came from this office.
I thought if I made the initial inquiry,
we could just get the ball...
Franky!
Have I stuffed it up for Shayne?
They're prepared to reconsider the charge
as long as I go and talk to them now.
We're looking at a non-custodial sentence.
- Well, that's good enough. - Wait.
Franky.
Don't ever put in an application
without my permission again.
OK.
It's been a rough road for you to get here.
Don't screw it up for the sake of one kid.
He's a good kid.
And they're the ones that break your heart.
Hey, Franky.
Hey.
You want me, don't ya?
You wish.
So I got some good news for you.
Hey, you want a drink? Found some vodka in the freezer.
Ooh. Not for me, thanks, and I don't think for you either.
Yeah. You're right. Better not.
So, you get me off?
Uh, not totally, but they've given you a lesser charge.
- (WATER RUNS) - Like what?
Shayne. Whose place is this?
It's OK. It's a freebie.
My godmother, Joan. She said I can stay here whenever I want.
(TRAIN HORN BLOWS)
Hey. Let's go get a drink.
I'd love to, but I've got something else on.
Maybe tomorrow night.
Yeah. Um...
Yeah. I could whip up my famous spag bol.
That sounds delicious.
- 'Night, Vera. - Yep. 'N... 'Night.
SONG: ♪ Hold my hand You will be fine... ♪
Fucking stiflingly fucking hot in here!
♪ We've been told... ♪
- Jakey! - (BOTH LAUGH)
- Fucking open the door! - Hey, hey, hey, hey. OK.
- J' ..wool beneath my feet... ♪ - Better?
- Better! - Hey.
♪ To watch ourselves... ♪
Come on. It's just an old-school eccy.
Let's go. I've had one. Don't leave me hanging!
- Come on. - J' ..be telling... ♪
- Fucking stuff! - Yes!
♪ Underneath it, we're all scared... ♪
I can't breathe! Let me out!
Let me out! She won't let me out!
(SCREAMS) Fucker! Fucker!
♪ So many of us... ♪
ALLIE: I can't breathe!
Ugh. Sounds like 'The Exorcist' in there, eh?
Should we see if they need anything?
- I think we just wait. - Thanks, love.
What do you think, Sonia?
(SIGHS) I can't imagine. But, uh...
I think she's in good hands.
Yeah.
♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
♪ We can't be telling
♪ Underneath it, we're all scared
♪ And you can't
♪ Help feeling
♪ That so many of us are unprepared
♪ And you can't
♪ Be telling
♪ Underneath it, we're all scared
♪ And you can't
♪ Help feeling
♪ So many of us are unprepared
♪ We have doubt without a doubt
♪ We have what we have for now. ♪