FRANKY: Oh, it's a kite.
- It means freedom. - Freedom?
Francesca Doyle, we have a warrant for
your arrest for the murder of Michael Pennisi.
No...
Look out. Franky's back.
Now you're gonna see what a real top dog's like.
I'm onto you. You're never gonna get away with it.
Don't tell me they think it was you.
Yeah, Franky! Smash her!
There's the old Franky Doyle.
- What happens if I stuff up? - You're gonna be fine.
You're gonna be great. (CHUCKLES)
ANSARI: Have you ever seen this firearm before?
FRANKY: Where'd you get it from?
A hole in the wall at Aunty Joan's place.
FRAN KY: Fuck!
The DNA also puts this gun in your hand.
- Franky, you lied to me. - So I'm a liar and a murderer?
Is that it? Is that what you think?
Getting out of here might take a bit longer than you thought.
She will be punished, Bea.
Liz, you're not Witness X?
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. ♪
(EERIE MUSIC)
(LIZ MURMURS AND MOANS)
I trusted you and you betrayed me.
(MOANS)
- Nobody gets away with that. - (RAZOR BUZZES)
(WHIMPERS)
P.A.: Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
The count will commence in 10 minutes.
Oh... Ohh.
Morning!
Today's the big day. You nervous?
Oh, no, the prosecution haven't got a leg to stand on.
I mean, why do you think they're resorting
to this ridiculous mystery witness business?
Hmph, another few days in here and I'll be a free woman.
In fact, everything in my cell is up for grabs.
You have been so supportive.
Especially you, Liz. You're my rock.
STELLA: Oi, fuck off, Chopsticks!
MILES: Calm it down!
(WOMEN CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)
Have you noticed that half the women in here are off their nut?
Yeah, there's some really good stuff going around, eh?
But I...| haven't bought none.
Well done, Susan. You're better than that.
Never settle for being one of the herd.
Yeah, spent all me money on Monte Carlos anyway, so...
- GUARD: Hey, hey! - WOMAN: Get off me!
GUARD: Enough! Break it up, the two of you.
Shit's gonna keep happening unless you do something.
Stevens, brawler's ready. Let's go.
Oh.
- Wish me luck. - Good luck.
- WOMEN: Good luck. - DOREEN: 'Bye.
'Bye.
Well, there's plenty of other warehouses out there.
Yeah, not for a microbrewery. That site was perfect.
Well, keep looking. Something will turn up.
Yeah.
I'll... I'll transfer that 10 grand
back into your account too.
- You still might need it. - No, I'll be right.
Just stay positive, alright?
Yep.
P.A.: All women to report to assigned work duties.
Hey, tell Mercado I've got another shipment coming in.
She needs to organise payment.
OK.
- Jake! - Yo.
Mate, I've gotta do an induction.
Can you take this to H3? They're for Doyle.
JAKE: Mate, I can't. I'm on Ferguson duty.
- Oh, I'll take it. - You sure?
- Yeah, yeah, no problem. - Uh, research for her case.
Let's hope it makes a difference.
OK, great. Thanks.
These are for you.
Thanks.
Franky, it's not that I don't believe you.
I'm just trying to make sense of all of this.
Well, Ferguson's behind it. I just have to prove it.
OK.
So how are you gonna do that?
Not sitting here talking to you!
STELLA: You owe me!
KIM: I don't owe you shit!
Hey! There's screws outside. They're gonna hear ya.
Mind your own fuckin' business.
You buying? I've got crank.
Give it to me. Ya bloody owe me.
I owe you jack shit! Now piss off!
- Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! - Stay back, you fuokin' psycho!
- Yeah? - ALLIE: The fuck are you doing?
Just take it...
- (KIM GRUNTS) - Ohh! Fuck!
(BOTH GRUNT)
Whoa, whoa! Drop the shiv!
- Drop the shiv, Radic! - (STELLA CHUCKLES)
- Drop the fucking shiv! - KIM: You fuckin' idiot.
- What the hell's going on? - I'm slotting these idiots.
GUARD: Come on. You go too. Get down.
STELLA: It was self-defence.
MILES: Keep it moving. You know the fuckin' rules. Jesus!
- You OK? - (EXHALES)
Oh, shit.
OK, let's go.
I heard what happened. Are you OK?
They were doing a drug deal in the shower block.
You're supposed to deal with this.
I don't get it, Kaz.
You hate drugs just as much as Bea did.
I had to do a deal.
With Who?
Tina Mercado.
Are you kidding me?
When I took over, I needed to know
that all the women were onside.
I made a mistake, I know, and I'm sorry.
I will fix this.
Allie, if I don't do this carefully, I am out,
and someone like Tina or Juice will be running the prison.
Proctor, what are you doing in here?
Just checking on my friend.
ALLIE: Hey.
Don't worry about me.
Protect the women.
RADCLIFFE: Proctor, out.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Ah, you're late.
I can only give you five minutes.
I'm sure that'|| be long enough for both of us.
So how are you settling back in?
I never settle, Ms Westfall.
In this instance, I'm prepared to admit
that I may have been... outplayed.
But, you know, it's a long game.
Between you and... who exactly?
Tell me, how's Franky coping?
Hmph. I'm not discussing other inmates.
Must be quite a shock to the system.
Still, emotional attachment always comes at a price, hm?
And what would you know about emotional attachment?
She told you her conspiracy theory?
She thinks I'm responsible
for bringing her back into Wentworth.
Well, that would be ridiculous, wouldn't it?
Well, Franky's always had a vivid imagination.
She's highly intuitive.
I hope that Vera is supporting you through this trying time.
You know, a good governor protects her staff,
forgives their indiscretions.
Alright, I think we're done here.
- Officer Stewart? - I feel for you, Ms Westfall.
Franky's right in front of you
and she's just a million miles away.
If it's any consolation,
you know, I think Franky's struggling too,
the pain and the rage just simmering beneath the surface.
- (DOOR OPENS) - BRIDGET: I'm busy, Joan.
Find somewhere else to workshop your monologues.
Don't you worry, Ms Westfall.
I'm sure your secret's safe with Vera.
BRIDGET: Franky, You need to speak to me.
- I just spoke to Ferguson. - What'd she say?
She was trying way too hard to make me suspicious.
She wants us to think that she's responsible,
which means she's probably not.
So you still don't believe me?
No, she's more interested in us.
Ferguson's the only thing that makes sense.
Franky, you're not listening.
Ferguson has worked out that we're together.
If Corrections find out, your career's fucked.
I'm going to hire a private investigator
to look into Pennisi, OK?
What? No way.
I'm just not gonna sit around and do nothing.
- It'll link you to me. - I don't care!
I love you. I'm not gonna let you rot in here.
Until I get out of here, Gidge,
I don't want to see or hear from you anymore, OK?
Just stay away.
-Hey- -Hey-
(CHUCKLES) I bet you can't wait to get out of this place, hey?
- I'm kinda jealous. - Oh, love.
You've only got another six months.
You'll be back with your boys before you know it, hey?
Mm.
When are the cops calling you up?
Oh, Don reckons in a couple of days.
You know, the prosecution have got a few more witnesses
they've gotta get through first,
which is good 'cause it gives me more time
to memorise my bloody statement.
Just tell the truth and you'll be fine.
- Yeah. - WILL: Birdsworth!
Governor wants to see you.
- See ya. - See ya.
Liz.
Shouldn't you be at the trial?
Thanks, Ms Bennett.
What's happened?
Look, I hate to spring this on you, but the prosecution
want you in the witness stand tomorrow afternoon.
God, you said I had a couple of days!
Yeah, I know, I know, and that was the plan.
But the defence have already discredited
most of the physical evidence.
So it's down to me?
Well, your testimony's crucial.
- Ohh! - But don't panic. It's OK.
You got this, OK? Just stick to the statement.
Yeah, but that's the thing, right?
Because my memory is all over the shop
and I can't retain anything.
Yeah, that's just nerves.
Look, you're gonna be fine. You're gonna be fine.
Just visualise the story, stick to the main points.
Hey, we'll go over the statement again
and we'll keep going over it until you're 100% comfortable.
- OK? - Yeah, yeah.
OK.
I believe in you, Liz.
Don't you ever forget that.
I can't wait till you get out of here.
Me too.
So Joan Ferguson hired someone
to kill Mike Pennisi and frame you?
- Mm-hm. - With a gun with your DNA on it?
Oh, come on, Franky. This is nuts.
Unless you can explain to me
how your DNA ended up on that gun, I can't help you.
I took it off Shayne Butler, Ferguson's godson.
What was Shayne doing with a handgun?
Well, it belonged to Ferguson.
She wanted him to use it on Nils Jesper.
Oh, God. They're still looking for the gunman.
Yeah, well, it wasn't Shayne.
I talked him down. I threw it in a dumpster.
Ferguson must've had someone follow me and pick it up.
OK, where was Shayne at this point?
He'd gone. He didn't shoot Pennisi or anyone else.
He's not a killer.
Why haven't you told me or the police about this?
Because I don't want Shayne
arrested for possession of a firearm or worse!
You need a defence
and... and this boy is the only hope you've got.
If he gets arrested,
they're gonna send him to Walford as soon as he turns 18.
Yeah, and if he stays quiet,
you might be stuck in here for the rest of your life.
P.A.: Attention, compound.
H Block are now called for dinner.
I reckon I might just take Franky a tray or something.
No, no, no. Leave it. She wants to be left alone.
Well, one minute she's, like, jumping on me
and telling me she misses me and everything
and then the next she won't even talk to me.
I don't understand.
Oh, love, she's just getting used to being back.
She doesn't belong here anymore.
Why does everything have to fucking change?
Change sucks.
- Hey, you've changed. - I have not!
Yeah, you used to be a pain in the arse.
- (LAUGHS) - Hey? You were.
If everything stayed the same, it'd be boring, Booms.
No, it wouldn't...
...'cause Maxie would still be here, hey.
I reckon you need a job
or a hobby or something, love, to keep you busy.
- Like what? - Oh, I don't know.
Oi, Kaz, you want anything done?
- Boomer needs something to do. - Oh, don't...
KAZ: Nah, all good.
Hey, Sonia, how'd it go?
I just need to ask, which one of you bitches is Witness X?
BOOMER: Hey?
Come on. Speak up!
WILL: Stevens, get your food and sit down, please.
I received a copy of the statement today
and it's perfectly obvious one of you women
is fabricating evidence against me.
- WILL: Stevens. - SONIA: Alright. I'm going.
But I'll find out who it is.
It's probably Liz, hey, 'cause she loves a good lag.
- DOREEN: Boomer, shut up! - Don't ya, hey? Hey?
Shut the fuck up. They're best mates.
It could be anyone. It could be you.
- LIZ: Yeah. - I'm not a lagger.
KAZ: Alright, calm your farm. Just eat your dinner.
Sonia never confessed, did she?
You're making it up.
Why would you lie?
Because I really wanna get out of here, Dor.
And because the woman she murdered
and her kids deserve justice.
That's why.
If anyone finds out about this, you're dead.
They're not gonna find out.
Are they?
- Couldn't sleep? - (LIZ STARTLES)
Oh, no.
Mm.
It's times like these I crave my insomnia pills.
Huh.
You know, I've been lying awake, thinking it over.
And I've worked it out.
I know who Witness X is.
(STAMMERS) Who?
Maxine Conway.
- Well, why do you say that? - Oh, it makes perfect sense.
Moving to Barnhurst was a terrific cover story.
I mean, it's such a betrayal, though, don't you think?
And to think I even offered to buy her some new breasts!
And you really reckon it's Maxie?
No question.
Well, what did the statement say?
Oh, some nonsense about me confessing to Helen's murder.
Well, I don't understand it.
I mean, why... why would she lie?
Who knows? Early release possibly.
But I don't want you to worry about it, Liz.
Witness X will get what's coming.
Liars always come undone.
How you feeling, Liz? You ready?
Uh, yep, I think so.
Did you arrange the cover story for your work unit?
Yeah, yeah, I told the women
that I was having chest pain and I went to medical.
Uh, but I reckon it's still suss,
me disappearing the same day Sonia goes to court.
You're covered, Liz. You're covered.
You won't be coming back here anyway.
VERA: We've got some civvies for you.
You can get changed here.
You'll leave the prison through a back exit.
What happens again when we get to the court?
Are you sure I'm not gonna see Sonia?
No, you won't go anywhere near the courtroom
until Stevens has been cleared,
then you'll go and give your evidence.
But people will see me. They're gonna know my name.
No, your identity will be suppressed.
The court will be cleared, then you'll give your evidence.
And then what?
You'll be released on parole immediately.
Alright, so th... this is it?
Mm-hm.
I don't...| don't get to say goodbye to anyone?
- No, you can't. - Oh.
We've arranged temporary accommodation for you
in a new apartment near the city.
A social worker will meet you there
and they'll have your personal effects.
(WEEPS)
I can't actually believe it's happening. Sorry.
You deserve it, Liz.
VERA: It's the first day of your new life.
(EXHALES HEAVILY) Yeah.
(LOCK BEEPS)
Hey.
- FRAN KY: You good? - Yeah.
- Are you OK? - Well, I've been better.
Did you get anything on Joan?
Well, she didn't deny it.
I wish I could do something.
Yeah, well, maybe you can.
Look, I hate to ask this
and there's absolutely no pressure,
but you're the only person who can tell the police
where that gun came from.
You can prove it was Ferguson's.
How much would I have to tell them?
Everything. But you wouldn't have to do it alone.
You'd have Fessler, so you'd have representation.
I might get charged with possession.
Look, I totally understand if you don't want to do it.
You know, if I was sitting where you were...
If it was you, you would already be at the cop shop, Franky.
Hey.
I'll do it, alright?
- Really? - Yeah.
(VERA KNOCKS)
You ready?
Yeah.
Thanks for everything, Ms Bennett.
I really appreciate it.
Good luck, Liz.
P.A.: Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
D Block is now called to lunch.
Hey, Franky, come in front of me.
- Here you go, Franky. - Oh, thanks, Dors.
Hey, so are you gonna hang out with us or...
- Yeah, sure. - Oh, awesome.
That's really cool, eh? Cool.
Hey, if, um... if you don't want
your apple crumble, just give it to me.
(CHUCKLES) Nothing's changed, eh?
BOOMER: Nuh.
Hey, did you speak to that Shayne kid?
Yeah, he's making a statement this arvo.
Part of me wishes he said no.
Hey, any word from Liz? Is she OK?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
They... they just reckon it's a bit of indigestion
so they're keeping her in medical for the afternoon.
(BOOMER CHUCKLES) Indigestion!
Allie alright?
I heard about her little accident.
These junkies are just getting out of hand.
You know, Bea Smith would have taken control by now.
Of course, she was her own boss.
RADCLIFFE: Out the way. Coming through.
Coming through! Let's go!
That is the third drug-related incident this week!
- What the hell is going on? - You're right. I'm sorry.
We all need to be more vigilant.
Alright, organise a cell toss right away.
- Shall I call the Dog Squad? - JAKE: No, we can handle it.
It's the whole prison, not just H Block.
Schedule a staff meeting for first thing tomorrow.
I'm gonna put a rocket up everyone.
- JAKE: Yes, Governor. - And talk to Proctor.
She's anti-drugs. She might be able to help.
Yep, will do. I'll keep you posted.
So Why'd you see Shayne Butler this morning?
You been checking up on me?
Well, you won't bloody talk to me.
- I told you to stay away. - Hey, listen.
I know a lot of people have let you down,
but I'm not one of them.
- You've gotta let me help you. - What's the point?!
We can't even be seen together. It's over.
- I don't accept that. - I don't give a fuck.
If Ferguson sees us and tells the board, you'll lose your job.
Well, I'm thinking of telling them anyway.
That's fucked!
I can't have Ferguson dictate my future.
You can't give up everything 'cause of...
I don't care. I'll just get another bloody job!
I'll visit you and I'll wait for you.
And what if you're waiting forever?
Well, then, I'll wait forever!
Well, you're an idiot.
Nothing you say will change my mind, Franky.
- |... - Don't!
Tina.
I need you to stop supplying the women for a while.
Are you serious? Why?
Are you fucking stupid? Because someone nearly died today.
She couldn't handle her shit. Not my problem.
I am asking you because I know you're not stupid.
Just lay off the gear for a couple of weeks, OK?
Or what? What are you gonna do?
I'll find out how it's coming in and I'll shut you down.
- We had a deal. - The deal's changed.
Lay off the gear.
That gear is the only reason you're top dog.
Just do as you are fuckin' told.
(HUMS ABSENT-MINDEDLY)
Liz, we're ready.
(TENSE MUSIC)
- Just... Shh, shh, shh. - What? What's going on?
- It's alright. - Oh, Jesus! It's Sonia!
- No, no, it's OK. - Did... did she see me?
- No. - Did she see me?!
- No! - Fuck!
What the fuck was that? There's meant to be protocols.
I'm sorry. That shouldn't have happened.
- DON: Fuck! - We gotta keep moving.
- Otherwise... - No, I need a minute.
- Liz, we need... - Just gimme a minute!
MAN: The identity of this witness is protected.
The use of any recording device is a federal of fence.
CLERK: Please stand.
I swear by Almighty God that the evidence I shall give
will be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
Thank you. You may sit down.
Vera's given the OK for a counselling session.
Come on. Let's talk in my office.
There's nothing to talk about. You can't fix this.
Franky, I'm just trying to help.
Well, why don't you try believing me?
Or maybe that's it- you never really trusted me.
I'm just a bit of rough trade.
Franky, you know that's not true.
Isn't it?
Maybe this is where I belong,
behind bars like a fuckin' bad girl.
- Fuck off! - Franky...
But maybe that's what turns you on.
I'm your big fuckin' prison fantasy.
- Don't you do this. - Well, come on. Let's go.
- Let's fuck, huh? - Stop it. Stop it.
- Huh? Come on. - Stop it!
Don't worry about it. I can handle it.
- Franky... - It's what you want, isn't it?
- Huh? Just one last time. - Fuck, Franky!
- I know you want it. - What are you doing?
I'm trying to get you off like a fuckin' crim!
(MUTED AUDIO)
Get the fuck off, Franky! Fuck!
I know what you're fucking doing.
You wanna push me away?
You fucking failed.
You wanna hurt me, hm?
Congratulations, baby.
You OK?
Yeah.
I need to show you something.
Ferguson had this sent to the ombudsman.
It's a letter detailing
your continued involvement with Franky
and my knowledge of the relationship.
The ombudsman's coming in this afternoon to discuss it.
I'm so sorry.
No, this isn't about you or Franky.
It's me she's after. She wants to ruin my career.
I'll, um... I'll resign and...
So I'll... I'll just quit.
You deny everything and just...
Just blame me, Vera. Just blame me.
You know, you shouldn't make a rash decision
in a negative frame of mind.
- I'm sure you told me that once. - (CHUCKLES)
Yeah, it sounds like me. Hmph.
I don't want you to leave.
DEFENCE BARRISTER: Please tell the court where you were
when this conversation with Ms Stevens took place.
Uh, I was in the Wentworth Correctional Centre,
in one of the H Block exercise yards.
Please tell the court what happened.
Right.
Well, we were talking about the news on TV
'cause they'd just shown a report
about the police finding Helen's body
and that's when Sonia confessed.
What did she say exactly?
Well, she said, "I killed her.
"| killed Helen Masters and buried the body."
Did Ms Stevens appear upset during her confession?
No.
Did she appear remorseful?
PROSECUTOR: Objection.
I'll allow that.
No, she didn't.
Then what happened?
Well, I...| thought she was joking,
but then she told me how she did it,
how she killed her.
Please tell the court exactly what she said.
Um, she was with Helen in the kitchen.
It was about 1 pm, after lunch.
She hit Helen over the head with a bottle,
Helen fell down and then Sonia used...
...used a belt to strangle her.
So Helen died violently
in the kitchen of Ms Steven's home?
Yes.
What did Ms Stevens say happened next?
Well, she dragged Helen's body into the garage
and then shaved her head.
Then what did she do?
She put the body in the car and drove it up to Sassafrass.
Did Ms Stevens tell you what she did
when she got to her destination?
She parked at the side of a bush track
and she buried Helen's body in a shallow grave.
Well, she said it wasn't very deep
because she had to dig it out with her own hands,
and then she said it took ages
to get the dirt out from under her nails.
(VERA SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
(LOCK BEEPS)
(STERN MUSIC)
VERA: I've just met with the ombudsman.
I do hope you're not intending
to persecute me for speaking the truth.
Well, last time you managed to persuade him
to overturn the board's decision,
but you can't have it both ways.
Presumption of innocence stands for Ms Westfall as well
unless you have proof of your claims.
You know as well as I do that she's...
...involved with Doyle.
Well, as I explained to the ombudsman,
when you were governor,
you were threatened by Ms VVestfall's insight
into your mental imbalance.
You attempted to marginalise her and listened to prison gossip.
Which you provided.
The ombudsman now understands
that Ms Westfall is a valued, responsible member of staff.
You, on the other hand,
have yet another black mark against your name.
All this letter has achieved
is to discredit you even further.
(LIGHTLY) OK.
That all?
Would you escort Ms Ferguson back to her unit?
DEFENCE: Before we recap your testimony,
I'd like to hear about your time in prison.
During your incarceration, you've been reprimanded
on several additional of fences, haven't you?
Objection. This witness's misdemeanours are irrelevant.
DEFENCE: Oh, one in particular
I believe is crucial to the question of credibility.
I'll allow it for now.
DEFENCE: According to your prison file,
you've been found intoxicated on several occasions.
Is that right?
Answer the question.
Yes, but not for ages...
In fact, you've embarked on several
alcohol rehabilitation programs, haven't you?
- Yes. - Five different programs.
And how many have you successfully completed?
None, but I'm not an alcoholic anymore...
Were you under the influence of alcohol
at the time of this alleged conversation with Ms Stevens?
No.
Were you under the influence
when you made this statement to police?
No.
Are you under the influence of alcohol now?
- No... - PROSECUTOR: Objection!
JUDGE: That's enough, Mr Baresic.
DEFENCE: Let's recap some of your testimony.
You claimed that the defendant murdered Helen Masters,
dragged her body to the garage,
shaved her head, put her in the car,
drove to Sassafrass and buried the body.
- Is that an accurate summation? - Yes.
DEFENCE: That was the sequence of events
as relayed to you by Ms Stevens?
Yes.
Could you explain to the court
how the defendant was able to move a body
that weighed nearly 20 kilos more than her own?
I suppose she just dragged her. Huh.
You 'suppose'?
Well, it's only a short distance to the garage.
Have you ever been to Ms Stevens's home?
LIZ: No.
So the "short distance to the garage"
is just your assumption, isn't it?
Yes.
As is the supposition she dragged the body?
She never actually specified that detail, did she?
Well, no...
What else in your statement is an assumption?
- Nothing. - Time of death?
- No, she said 1pm. - "1 pm, after lunch."
- Those were your words. Correct? - Yes.
Would it surprise you to hear that the victim's autopsy report
states that she hadn't eaten prior to her death?
So is the time of death yet another assumption?
- No. - What about the head shaving?
You claimed that the defendant shaved Helen's head
in the garage post-murder.
- Correct? - Yes.
That is what Ms Stevens told you in the exercise yard?
LIZ: Yes.
I would like to show the witness Exhibit 7-A.
DEFENCE: Please describe the photograph.
It... it's a photo of, uh, Sonia and Helen.
DEFENCE: Mm, and what do you notice about Helen's appearance?
Her head is shaved.
- And...? - I don't know.
DEFENCE: Well, she's very much alive.
- Wouldn't you agree? - Yes.
In fact, they're laughing together, aren't they?
Yes.
Which makes a mockery of your testimony.
In fact, this photograph
supports the defendant's version of events -
that the defendant shaved Helen's head at Helen's request.
Helen wanted to surprise her sister
who was undergoing chemotherapy at the time.
So time of death - wrong.
Sequence of events - wrong.
Assumptions replacing facts - wrong.
(VOICE ECHOES) ..they're laughing together, aren't they?
...yet another assumption... ..yet another assumption...
...wrong...wrong...
I put it to you that your entire statement
is a work of fiction.
Isn't it true that your reward
for making this statement was an early release?
Yes.
Isn't it true that this conversation
with Ms Stevens never happened?
Isn't it true that you have lied under oath
and deceived this court for your own personal gain?!
Answer the question!
(TEARFULLY) Yes.
(PEOPLE MURMUR)
OK, I lied.
Why did you lie? Were you coerced into this?
No. No, it was me.
It was my idea.
It was all me. It was all me.
(FAINTLY) It was all me.
DEFENCE: Nothing further, Your Honour.
(SOBS)
(DOOR OPENS)
Oh, God...
(WEEPS) I...| don't know what happened.
I, uh...| couldn't think and then my...
- Shh. - I'm sorry.
My brain... my brain just froze.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry. - It's alright.
It's not your fault, Liz.
It's my fault.
Where the... where the fuck did that photo come from?
They found Helen's phone in Sassafrass last night.
The defence got hold of it
and they introduced it into evidence this morning.
Well, why the fuck didn't they tell us?
The prosecutor rang me and they left a message
and I didn't check my voicemail.
You... you didn't check your fucking message?
You just sold me up shit creek.
I'm so sorry, Liz.
I just need a bit of time. I'm gonna fix this.
How?
The barristers are in with the judge now, OK?
I'll keep you posted.
I'm never gonna get out now, am I?
Let's just wait and see what the judge says, OK?
Just get some rest.
I'm gonna be back in touch as soon as I can, alright?
(UNEASY MUSIC)
The fuck do you want?
I need to speak to the top dog.
Nah, you're invisible, eh?
- Ooh, ooh... - Oh, there I am. So I'm not.
May I, please?
This is important.
BOOMER: Oi.
Hello.
Tina Mercado is bringing in drugs
through the vegetable deliveries.
Take it or leave it.
KAZ: Booms.
What?
You still want something to do?
Get the fuck out.
MERCADO: Hey! What the fuck are you doing?
Get out of the fuckin'...
Shut your fuckin' potty mouth before I put a fist in it!
Hey, we had a deal!
- (GRUNTS) - KAZ: Boomer! No.
- What? - You know the rules.
Just hold her there.
Yeah, alright. Sorry, sorry.
Not sorry.
Hey! Not the... No, no!
Don't play with Proctor.
(MERCADO GRUNTS)
I gave you a chance.
(GRUNTS) Fuck...
Huh! You should have fuckin' listened!
- Fuckin' listen! - Fuck you, cunt!
KAZ: Booms!
P.A.: Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
Phones are now available to use.
Heard about Proctor.
- Sounds like you need a plan B. - Get out of my face.
I know every inch of this prison.
I am deeply familiar with its security procedure
with every floor.
I can help you.
Why?
It would serve a higher purpose.
You talk a lot of shit.
This offer expires very soon.
You know where to find me.
Hey, you seen Kaz?
Nup.
You alright?
You still worried about that Shayne kid?
What time's he heading to the police station?
Fuck, you ask a lot of questions.
- Do I? - That's another one.
Oh, sorry.
5130.
Oh, 10 minutes.
Can I make you a cup of tea or something?
Sorry! That was another question.
- Well, go on, then. - Well, how do you take it?
Oop! That was another one.
Black with three, smartarse.
Doyle, mail for you.
(SIGHS)
What's that?
It's my necklace.
I only ever told Mike Pennisi about it.
This must be from someone he told.
God, Ferguson didn't kill him.
What? Who did, then?
It must have been someone he was close to.
Fuck. Shayne's going to the cops!
WILL: Doyle, slow down!
(TENSE MUSIC)
Hey! Hey, it's urgent. Can I use the phone? I'll owe ya.
Fuck.
(PHONE RINGS)
Hey, Shayne. It's me. Don't go to the cops.
Why? What's happened?
I don't think it was Ferguson.
- What? - It was someone else.
Someone on the outside.
Ms Bennett! I need to talk to you.
Doyle, I've looked into Ferguson's phone calls.
There's nothing of note. I'm sorry.
No, no, no. It's not Ferguson. I know that now.
I got a letter and there was something in it
that I only told Pennisi about.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Pennisi had been stalking me for weeks.
He must have followed me when I dumped that gun.
He picked it up, pretended to run into me
and then we talked and he told the killer what I told him.
- Doyle... - Don't you get it?
He knew his killer!
I don't know what you expect me to do about it.
That's a matter for your lawyers.
In the meantime,
I've set up a counselling session for you and Ms Westfall.
Fuck!
- ALLIE: No luck? - Nup.
I thought the answer was in here, but it's not.
It's outside and there's jack shit I can do about it.
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
The DPP have withdrawn the charges.
Sonia's being released.
I'm so sorry, Liz.
They're gonna charge you with perjury.
Right.
OK.
Which means what exactly?
It carries a maximum sentence of 15 years.
I promise you, I will fix this.
SONIA: Rest assured, I will be seeking compensation
for my false imprisonment.
But today justice has been served.
(SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES)
There's no escaping this place, is there?