"Hey, what's with you and Ferguson?" "Governor's pet." "Maybe she fancies a bit of black velvet." "The women hate me." "It's because you're special." "I'm scared." "I promised you." "I'll protect you." "Hey." "You've got my back?" "Yeah." "Thanks." "What's with you and Franky, huh?" "Are you fucking?" "During the riot, when I was held hostage, did the Governor refuse to open the doors to isolation?" "Yes." "You had an hallucinogenic in your system." "That man must have drugged me." "The man that works for Ferguson." "If you keep acting like that..." "For fuck's sake!" "No, you are not my mum!" "You're a lag and an alcoholic." "I'm Kaz." "The inspiration you have been to so many women." "When you go out there and you commit crimes in my name, it doesn't exactly help me." "I'm telling you to stop." "You're a good person, Franky." "I'm not a good person!" "Yes, you are." "You're not a murderer." "You don't know shit!" "I know you're not a killer." "Yes, I am!" "Oh, yeah?" "Who've you killed?" "I fucking killed Meg Jackson!" "What's the matter with you?" "Oh, my Nash." "Oh, he'd do anything to make me feel better." "It's just an added bonus that he has the most beautiful eyes, and gorgeous smile and enormous..." "Feet!" "I meant feet!" "It's a shame he's not here, but, cos he'd help me with my cravings, for sure." "Thank you, Doreen." "Very interesting cravings." "But good listening, Jess." "That's fantastic." "Right." "Who wants to go next?" "Maxine?" "You can choose your own topic." "My life without a cock." "Perhaps we can entice Bea to join in as your partner." "Not me." "No, I pass." "No, you find someone else." "Alright." "Liz, how about you and Sophie have a go?" "Nah." "I'll get up with Franky." "No." "I'm right, kiddo." "Why don't you go with your Mum?" "No, I'm not going with her." "I'll have a go." "Whoa, legs akimbo!" "Here we go!" "Who's going to be your arms, Kim?" "Boom-Booms!" "Boomer!" "What?" "Oh, I haven't even started yet!" "Fuck ya!" "OK." "Your topic, Kim." ""My first day of freedom."" "Hey." "My name's Kim." "Hi, Kim!" "Hi!" "When I get out of here, first thing I'm not going to do is reoffend." "Last time I did that to be with the woman I love, the bitch had moved on." "Oooh!" "She's screwing some skinny-arsed scrag in fancy fucking clothes." "Franky Doyle." "Her parole hearing is in a matter of weeks." "No doubt you are aware of the rumours that have been circulating." "I pay no attention to gossip, Governor." "As a rule, neither do I. But when it comes to incorrect relations between staff and prisoners, I can't afford to ignore it." "There's no truth to it." "I'm merely concerned that Doyle might be exploiting this to influence your report on her." "I'm confident she won't." "Franky Doyle has a habit of doing things you least expect." "She is... she is far too emotional for her own good." "Oh, well." "Better a surfeit than a deficit." "What does that mean?" "Well, a deficit of emotion, particularly a lack of affective empathy, would make you psychopathic." "But that's not Franky." "She uses empathy to her advantage." "You think so?" "And people are drawn to her because of it." "And does that include you?" "I think I've answered that question, Governor." "Is that all?" "Mm." "Oh, just out of interest, have you made any breakthroughs with Doyle?" "Breakthroughs?" "No insights to report?" "My sessions are confidential." "No, I'm just asking if you've learnt anything that might preclude your recommending her release?" "Franky is ready and deserving of parole." "Anyone in my position would make the same recommendation." "Mr Jackson?" "This is my place of work, Detective." "Won't take long." "Do you know who this is?" "No." "Should I?" "Well, I got it off your laptop's internet history." "So what?" "It's in the news." "This vigilante group's been targeting men, mostly abusive husbands." "Men like Harry Smith." "I mean, it's not a huge leap, given Bea Smith's their hero, that they had something to do with Harry's murder, is it?" "What's your point?" "You, Bea Smith, the Red Right Hand." "Maybe you planned it together." "You're joking, right?" "I want my fuckin' laptop back." "Thanks, Vinnie." "Have a nice day, mate." "Who's the delivery for?" "The Governor." "New roster." "Starting tomorrow..." "I've put you on General." "I'm not ready yet, Vera." "Don't worry." "We'll ease you back in." "Beautiful." "Victor's got another hand..." "What's going on?" "What's it look like?" "I'm moving in." "Why?" "Well, I can't help take care of Dor's bub from H4 now, can I?" "Oh, Dor." "Oh, I can't stop." "I gotta pee." "Well, they're putting me in there, but I reckon I should be in here with you because you've got a spare bunk." "Oh, that's sweet, but that's close enough." "Well, I've spread the word..." "Uh-huh." "..and I want to give you a baby shower." "Oh, no." "That's too much trouble, Jess." "But you deserve it." "Oh, yes." "Oh, sweet Jesus." "All I do is pee." "I swear this baby's sitting right on my bladder, true." "You look really tired." "Yeah." "I gotta lay down before work unit." "My back's killin' me." "And I've got this craving for choc-chip ice cream." "It's driving me crazy." "All yours, Warner." "Miss Miles, can we get some choc-chip ice cream for Doreen?" "Yeah, I'll just ring Mr Whippy." "Excuse me, Governor?" "Ms Ferguson, can I please talk to you about Doreen?" "See, she's got a really sore back because the mattress she's sleeping on is too thin, so I was hoping that maybe you could organise a better one for her." "And maybe you can get her some choc-chip ice cream because she's having cravings." "I'll pay for it." "Oh, come on." "What's the matter with you?" "Sophie." "Come here." "Why don't you go help your mum out with the towels, hon?" "But..." "Just go do it." "You're still pissed." "Excuse me." "I'm off the grog." "I haven't had a drink in over a week." "Well, what do you want, a fucking medal?" "How about a bit of understanding?" "I understand you're a drunk." "Yeah, and you're a drunk driver who killed some guy on his fucking bike!" "Hey, Liz." "What?" "I'm not working with her." "Good." "Hey." "Hey, Liz." "Hey." "You know, you're not a nice person when you drink." "Yeah, well, I'm off it." "Yeah?" "Well, that's only cos Maxine chucked it out." "It was a relapse, Bea." "Yeah, exactly." "You get your hands on more booze and you'll have another one." "Oh, and you'd know." "Yeah, I do actually." "I've seen how ugly it can get." "My Dad, he was a pisshead." "His whole life was just one relapse after another." "Yeah." "Well, Bea, I'm not your old man." "But you're a drunk like he was." "Well, I might be a drunk, but at least I'm not a fucking psycho." "You make things right with Sophie, OK?" "Because if she challenges my authority again," "I'll rain a shit storm down on her." "Yep." "Come in." "You wanted to see me, Gidget?" "You can leave the door open." "Um, Franky..." "Um, Gidget?" "There is an external psych that comes into the prison on a Tuesday and he sees a couple of the women in the Protection Unit." "He's very experienced and I've asked him to complete your program." "I'll then liaise with him in the writing of your report for the Parole Board." "These rumours aren't going away." "Is that why the door's open?" "So no-one thinks we're in here going bumper to bumper?" "Fuckin' hell, Franky." "We're living in a fishbowl." "The Parole Board get wind of it, they are going to question every recommendation that I make." "This is in your best interests." "This is not about my interests." "This isn't even about the rumours." "This is about what I told you." "No, it's got nothing to do with that." "It's got everything to do with that." "You pushed and pushed for me to open up and now that I have, you don't know what the fuck to do with me." "Ah, sorry." "I can come back." "Nah." "Don't worry about it." "We're done." "Do you do hypnosis?" "You were distracted today." "Your body was here but your mind wasn't." "Do you think there might be a deficit in me that needs correcting?" "I mean, do you think there might be something wrong with me?" "I mean, you've always taught me that to know your enemy, you must get inside their skin." "Become your enemy." "But if your enemy feels?" "Is emotional?" "Then it's their weakness." "It is a great advantage not to be hampered by emotions." "Emotion leads to mistakes." "Anderson, come with me." "What time is it?" "Come on over." "Come on." "I won't bite." "Not long now, hmm?" "Only a few weeks." "Mm." "Ice cream." "Choc chip." "For real?" "For real." "Wait." "What have I got to do for it?" "What's the catch?" "No catch." "Just eat it." "As much as you want." "Oh, yum." "Mm." "Oh, God." "Mmm." "Good?" "Mm." "Oh, that is better than good." "That's bloody awesome." "Shit, I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "I didn't mean to swear." "Don't worry about it." "Just as long as you enjoy it, Jianna." "That's all that matters." "Jianna?" "So she called you Jianna?" "Yeah." "Which was weird." "I mean, like, weirder than normal, and that's saying something." "Well, who's Jianna?" "Well, I don't know, but I wasn't going to ask, was I?" "Well, you should have." "New mattress for you, Anderson." "Pressies for the Governor's pet." "Dor, I got it for you." "I asked Ms Ferguson." "Oh, thanks, Jess." "You're awesome." "I don't even have a mattress." "Not since mine got burnt in the riot." "You offered it up, Luce." "Yeah, well maybe I need to get knocked up." "Would you do the honours, Max?" "Just whack off in a sandwich bag, mate." "I'll do the rest." "Oh, you're sick!" "It wouldn't even work for you." "The Governor likes Dor." "Everyone knows that." "Yeah, maybe they're sharing more than recipes." "Hey, what was that?" "You're opening something for her." "It's either your legs or your gob." "Or Ferguson's the father of your bastard child." "Why don't you just shut your mouth, you fat, ugly, old bull dyke?" "You and your..." "You fuckin' watch it!" "You and your mate!" "You just watch what you're fuckin' saying!" "Yeah, alright, alright." "Alright, alright." "Ya mongrel." "Disappear." "Change her bed." "Put the old mattress out here." "I'll organise someone to pick it up, please." "I'll make it for you, Dor." "I'll do it." "You OK, love?" "You right?" "Yeah..." "You alright?" "Yeah." "Hey, uh, I need you to find out who this Jianna is, OK?" "And what she means to Ferguson." "Why?" "I just..." "I just need you to, alright?" "OK." "Good." "Why is that goldfish still here?" "I like looking at it." "Ferguson won't be happy." "Nice fish." "Here to see Bea Smith." "Mr Fletcher?" "What are you doing here?" "You're rostered in H Block." "Hi." "I was surprised to get your call." "The last meeting didn't quite go as I hoped." "Yeah, well," "I was pretty angry about the whole Red Right Hand thing." "I've got nothing to do with this Red Right Hand." "Yeah, OK." "But I was wrong." "And what I said, what you're doing, it's important." "If the system can't protect women like me, then someone has to, right?" "You've changed your tune." "Kaz, when I shot Brayden Holt, I wasn't thinking about whether it was the right thing to do or not." "I just, I was eaten up by hate." "I wanted him to die like a dog." "Well, he deserved it." "What you did was righteous." "No." "No." "It didn't change a thing." "But what you're doing, it does make a difference." "Right?" "It makes a big difference." "Sorry." "This, um, you've no idea what that means to me." "You inspired us, Bea." "Hey, I need you to do me a favour." "Anything." "OK." "In my hand is a sketch of a man." "I need you to find out who he is." "From a sketch?" "Mm-hm." "It's the best I can do, alright?" "Now, you said you had some contacts in the cops, yeah?" "Now, it's possible that he comes into the prison from time to time." "Oh." "What's he done?" "He bashes women." "Did he bash you?" "I'll find the bastard." "And when I do..." "When you do, you've gotta tell me first, OK?" "And then he's all yours." "Get out." "Just a minute, that's all." "The other week when you gave me a serve, I reacted badly." "I deserved it." "And everything you said was true." "I am a lagger, and I am a drunk." "And I can cop hearing that from Boomer, but when I heard it from you, I just felt a little bit lost." "That's when I started to drink." "So it's my fault?" "No." "No, that's not what I'm saying." "When you came in here with me, I just saw it as a bit of a second chance for us." "For me." "To be the mum I never was to you." "As a kid," "I'd come from school every day praying you weren't drunk." "Oh, God." "Sophie..." "No, listen." "I'd walk through the front door and see you, and when you hadn't had a drink," "God," "I'd be so happy." "But I knew it wasn't going to last." "And it never did." "I always knew that another time soon I'd walk through that door and I'd see that look on your face." "And I just knew." "I am so sorry." "I loved you when you were sober, cos that's when you were my Mum." "But I hated you when you were drunk." "From now on, I'm gonna stand back, and you can do whatever you want." "But any time you need me, I'll be here." "I told you yesterday, Matt, I don't do hypnosis." "I'm not that sort of shrink." "So what do you do?" "Mostly, I listen." "To the women." "I'm not here to treat staff." "I think I used to be a bit of a bastard." "Before the accident." "And now you're not?" "I just, um, who I was then and who I am now, I can't connect them." "I've been getting these, um, flashes." "I'm not sure if they're memories, or..." "They could be memories." "You've lost time because of the accident." "Your brain's trying to find it." "So you can't hypnotise me, then?" "Do you want to try a little relaxation technique?" "See if that helps?" "OK." "Yes." "Ah, this arrived for you yesterday." "Must have got held up in reception." "It's a fish." "Matthew Fletcher." "Why is he back in General?" "I think he's ready." "Really?" "You didn't think to discuss it with me first?" "Staff roster is my responsibility." "It's my opinion that he's ready to be reintegrated into the normal work routine." "What's going on here?" "What's the matter?" "I'm sensing some tension." "We cannot be an effective team, Vera, if you put up barriers between us." "Team?" "Is that what we are?" "Dinner." "Tonight." "My house." "Excuse me?" "What, you have other plans?" "7:00." "Bring a bottle of something nice." "Red." "Shiraz." "That'd be good." "I have vodka." "That's all." "I remember." "His shoes had buckles." "What does that mean to you?" "Oh, Matt?" "Um, ah..." "Sorry, I've gotta go." "Hey." "Hang on!" "Hang on, Matt!" "Matt." "Come back." "Hey!" "Better watch it." "People might think you and knuckle nuts are screwing." "What are you doing here?" "I don't want to see the other bloke." "I want to see you." "Our appointments have been cancelled." "Sorry." "You'll have to take her back." "Let's go." "Franky!" "What the..." "What are you gonna do, huh?" "Bitch slap me?" "Consider yourself bitch slapped." "Ah." "Pinot." "I don't like shiraz." "Vera, you know that I've always wanted to be more than just a mentor to you." "I value our relationship." "Let me explain why." "I enjoy working with you, and I feel that that sense of professional satisfaction is reciprocated." "I believe that we've developed a certain rapport, based on mutual respect and understanding" "that transcends our difference in status, hmm?" "I'm not one to make friends." "But I do feel that we still, we share a common philosophy when it comes to corrections." "I mean, I don't feel that we're that dissimilar in some ways..." "OK, no stop." "OK, stop." "Stop." "You and I are nothing like each other." "I would never do to anyone what you did to me." "I'm sorry." "I have no idea what you're talking about." "During the riot, when the prisoners had a syringe to my throat," "you refused to negotiate." "You were willing to throw me to that pack of dogs without a second thought." "That is not true." "It is true." "If it wasn't for Mr Channing, you would have let..." "I don't know who you have been talking to..." "No, just stop." "Just stop lying." "I know what you are doing." "Somebody's trying to drive a wedge between us." "You don't care about me." "You have never cared about me." "I do." "I do care." "They stabbed me with a needle." "Well, that is hardly my fault." "I have Hepatitis C." "Morning, Vera." "Governor." "Um, last night." "Is it..." "Is it what, Vera?" "Is it going to affect my career?" "Last night never happened." "After you." "I had another dream about bubs last night, Dor." "Yeah?" "Oh, she was so beautiful and chubby and perfect." "What if she's a he, hey?" "Well, I just know it's a she." "But I'll love it either way." "Oh, that's good to know, Jess." "Well, if it isn't the Governor's slag." "Making yourself pretty for you-know-who?" "Leave her alone." "What'd you do for the mattress, eh?" "Take her to Liquorland, or did you just lag?" "You're just jealous, Juice." "Get the fuck out!" "Oh, not you, Dorsy." "No, no, no." "Me and the boys have been thinking what we can get you for the bubby shower." "We've come up with a gift that keeps on giving." "Haven't we, Stell?" "Yeah." "All it'll take is one little jab with an infected needle and you and the rugrat can join our club." "You wouldn't dare." "Wouldn't I?" "Get off me." "Get off me!" "Ah!" "My baby!" "It's just a fuckin' fanny pad." "What is going on in here?" "She slipped on the wet floor, Ms Bennett." "She could sue you for that." "Get out, Gambaro!" "All of you, get out of now." "Are you alright?" "Oh, my gosh!" "Dors!" "Can you get up?" "Heartbeat's normal." "Strong." "Everything's looking fine, Doreen." "Are you sure?" "Absolutely, yes." "If I got jabbed by a needle that had Hep C, could the baby catch it?" "Did you get jabbed?" "Did somebody threaten you, Anderson?" "Was it Lucy Gambaro?" "No, Ms Bennett." "I was just wondering, you know." "What happened?" "Well, it was..." "I just slipped in the shower." " Is all this alright?" " Yes." "She's fine." "Yeah." "I'm putting you into Protection." "Just until the birth of the baby." "Oh, no, Ms Ferguson." "Please don't..." "It's done." "Ms Bennett, will you make the necessary arrangements?" "Yes, Governor." "Why can't I go too?" "Governor's orders." "But I'm her alternate carer." "You are the baby's alternate carer, Warner, and the baby's not born yet." "This isn't fair!" "Oh, this isn't fair!" "Get over it, ya big drama queen." "Eat shit, Boomer." "Oh, I knew it." "I was right about you the first time." "You really are fuckin' creepy." "'Sierra 7 to Sierra 3.'" "This is Sierra 3." "'Officer required...'" "Hey, Mr Fletcher." "Can you please give this to Doreen for me?" "Sure." "Thank you." "Mr Fletcher?" "Mr Fletcher?" "Ms Ferguson, I want to be put in Protection with Doreen." "What you want, Warner, is of no consequence." "But Doreen needs me." "Anderson has all she needs." "I'm important to her." "'Attention, compound." "The count will commence in five minutes.'" "Please, Ms Ferguson." "I need to be with Doreen." "You need to return to your Unit for the count, Warner." "Now." "You're a fucking bitch." "Slot her." "Huh?" "Fuck you!" "Fuck you!" "Let go of me!" "Fuck you, Ferguson!" "You're a cold-hearted bitch!" "You're a fucking, battered old whore!" "Fuck you, Ferguson!" "You're a fucking weirdo!" "Everybody hates you!" "What are you doing?" "Ah, that's private." "Who's this?" "No-one." "It's the same face." "Who is he?" "The same face." "The same face." "Who is he?" "He's nobody." "He's just a man inside my head." "I need to know, Bea." "Please." "He's the man who drugged me." "Why did he drug you?" "What was his reason?" "Why should I tell you?" "You're not going to believe me." "Please." "He works for Ferguson." "He's her thug." "She wanted to stop me from getting to Jodie's hearing." "I believe you." "Put all the leftovers away, Franky." "Anything else?" "No, I got it." "Go put your feet up." "Lunchtime's over." "I'd offer to make you a sanga, but I can't promise I won't gob in it." "Franky..." "Got nothing to say to you." "You were right when you said I was lying." "I'm not stopping the sessions because of the rumours." "You heard of the term 'transference'?" "In a patient-therapist relationship, romantic feelings can develop." "And when that happens, it clouds objectivity and that relationship breaks down." "You've got tickets on yourself if you think I've got the hots for ya." "I was talking about me, Franky." "So what?" "You're in love with me?" "No." "So you just wanna fuck me?" "I can live with that." "I can't." "What are you afraid of?" "Don't stop on my account." "That was lovely." "I see you've made it your own." "Who's this?" "Oh, that's my sister, Lily." "Family is important, isn't it?" "I don't have family." "Who's Jianna?" "What?" "It's just the other night, in the kitchen, you called me Jianna." "Did I?" "Yeah." "How strange." "You remember I told you about that prisoner from another correctional facility that had her baby taken from her?" "Yeah, by a social worker." "Her name was Jianna." "She later killed herself." "It was a, uh, tragedy." "But don't you worry, Doreen." "I failed Jianna." "But I promise I won't fail you." "I'll protect you." "Oh, I think the little bugger's awake." "May I?" "Yeah." "Oh, I think my waters just broke." "OK, Doreen." "You're doing really, really well." "Really well." "Where's Nash?" "Has someone rung Nash?" "Why is she still in here?" "She's fully dilated, Governor." "What does that mean?" "It means the baby's not going to wait for the ambulance." "It bloody hurts!" "OK, breathe." "Try and relax." "Try to relax, OK?" "I'm going to get you to push very soon, OK?" "No, no, no, no." "Not yet, not yet." "Where the fuck is Nash?" "It's just pain, Doreen." "It's just pain." "OK, Doreen." "I'm going to get you to bear down and push in one second, OK?" "No." "I've gotta push now." "The ambulance has been delayed in traffic." "No, not you!" "Get out!" "Get out!" "Now!" "Out!" "Now!" "Well done, Doreen." "Well done." "# Excuse me for a while but I'm wide-eyed # # and I'm so damn cold in the middle #" "# Have you wondered for a while you have a feeling deep down # # you're caught in the middle?" "#" "# Yeah, I might seem so strong #" "# I might speak so long I've never been so wrong #" "# And I might seem so strong #" "# Yeah, I might speak so long #" "# I've never been so wrong #" "Governor?" "Is that ambulance here yet, Mr Fletcher?" "A simple question, Mr Fletcher." "It's on its way, Governor." "There's an accident on the highway." "It's blocked up traffic." "Get them into Medical as soon as they arrive." "Sure thing." "What's up with you?" "Ferguson." "She tried to kill me." "Oh, you're a trooper, Doreen." "He's beautiful." "Look at him." "He looks like his Dad." "Really?" "Actually, he looks like a potato." "Look at him." "Deb looked like a beetroot cos she was so red." "Hey, all the girls send their love." "Oh, thank you." "And Liz gave me this to give to you." "Oh, thank you." "That's lovely." "Thank her for me." "Doreen, I'm just going to go get you another ice pack, OK?" "OK." "Hey, I found out about Jianna." "Oh, you don't have to talk about that now." "We'll talk about it later." "It's just you and the boy now." "She was a prisoner, Bea." "At some other jail that Ferguson worked at." "Prisoner?" "Yeah." "She had a baby, and it got taken away from her." "Wow..." "Mm." "I think Ferguson was in love with her or something." "Really?" "Yeah." "She said she couldn't protect her, and then Jianna ended up killing herself." "Oh, God." "But you should have seen her, Bea." "It was really weird." "I thought she was gonna kiss me at some point." "Kiss you?" "Yeah." "Mate, seriously, it was totally weird and creepy." "Oh, God." "Imagine that?" "She really is a freak." "Joan!" "Joan!" "No, no, no..." "I warned you, Joan." "This is what happens when you let emotions interfere." "I'm a freak!" "I'm a freak!" "I'm a freak!" "I'm a freak!" "No, no you're not a freak." "I am, Dad."