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How can you be sure that
that cop won't turn up?

Because... I killed him.

Don't bullshit me. You and
Allie are up to sumpin'.

You tell him Turk said, "Pay
up or he's a fucking dead man!"

I will sort this out.

I really care about you, Vera.

Take ya fuckin' money. I'm out.

You will be out when I say you're out.

I'm gonna make you an offer.

You can continue with your business.

Stewart as Deputy Governor
and Ferguson as top dog?

The women need you now more than ever!

- She could tell them it wasn't you.
- No.

But she won't be telling them anything.

I'm here to formally charge you
with the murder of Iman Farah.

I'm gonna have to sideline you

and I'm gonna assume the
role of Acting Governor.

Everything is moving according to plan.

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Ugh!

Vera?!

Vera?

Vera!

Vera?!

What?!

Ho!

You weren't in bed.

No, I've been up since four.
Work's rattling around in my brain.

Do you want some coffee?

Yeah.

Hey, um...

I was thinking...

we should go in together today.

In the same car.

- It's about bloody time!
- I've been trying to see you all week.

- Channing kept refusing, the arsehole.
- Well, how long have I fuckin'

- been in here?
- Six days.

And what about the
delivery? The workshop?

God, don't worry about that.

- When is it?
- It's the day after tomorrow,

but that's the last thing
you need to worry about.

No, I didn't kill Iman. It was Ferguson.

Fuck!

That's what Allie said.

- Can you get me out of here?
- Why did Ferguson do it?

To screw me over, but
that's not the point.

Of course it's the point!

We need to stop this violence
and we need to stop her.

Kaz, you just need to get me

the fuck out of here. Now!

I've sat idle for too
long doing sweet fuck all,

while she's terrorised the joint.

And now she's committed murder.

Another murder.

Yes, Bubba.

I haven't forgotten about Bea.

And we can't let that stand.
We have a responsibility

to take that bitch down.

How?

I got a plan.

She's got Tina's crew, the
Boys, Kooris, smackheads

and everyone else is shit-scared of her.

What if we weren't afraid?

I'm out.

There is no out, Jake.

There is only in,

as in...

up to your neck.

Forget it. I'm cooked.

Come on, that's impossible.

We're simpatico.

I don't give a fuck what we are.

- I can't... y... I just... I...
- What?

Oh, God, don't tell me
you've fallen for her.

- No, of course not.
- Oh, Jake. Jake.

But no one deserves the shit
we're putting her through.

How would you know what Vera deserves?

I lost everything when she betrayed me.

Everyone betrayed you.

But not you. Because you know
you would be dead without me.

Death would be better than this.

You know if you're going to
kill yourself, make it count.

Do it in Vera's bedroom, nice and messy.

No, you lack the courage, don't you?

Fuck you.

You've won, Joan.

Vera's no longer Governor.
What more do you fuckin' want?

- Huh... eh... eh...!
- Just...

after Channing has finished
his little charade of an audit,

you will be Governor, hmm?

Let's just finish what we started, huh?

Break up with her.

Be cruel.

Make her suffer.

No, I've got this. Just make
sure the dining room's clear.

Yes, Governor.

- Why are you on patrol?
- Oh...

Just trying to keep busy.

What is it?

Vera.

You and I, are just...

What?

Jake, what?

Let's get the fuck out of here.

We could travel.

Go to Europe, the States,
wherever you want to go.

What, you mean take some leave?

I mean resign.

- Huh...
- Ah...

See, all the shit that's
happened in the last few weeks

has made me realise
we'd be better off gone.

Both of us.

I'm talking about walking away...

forever.

I love you, Vera.

I j... I can't just up and leave
when things get tough, Jake.

It's just... I don't... I
just don't work like that.

Yeah, okay.

Right.

Come in.

Governor.

No, not any more, thanks to you.

- Ah, Franky Doyle.
- What about her?

Well, she's been in the slot for a week.

Maybe it's time to let her out.

Well, I no longer have the
authority to release Doyle,

even if I was inclined
to, which I am not.

So what, you don't believe her story?

Well, what I think is irrelevant.
It's a matter for the police.

- So, what, you gonna let her out?
- I've already told you, Will.

It's not my decision.
It's up to Channing!

Did I just hear my name taken in vain?

Ah, Mr Jackson and I

were just discussing Doyle's
length of stay in isolation.

And I was explaining it
is your decision, not mine.

Excuse me.

And what's your opinion on Doyle?

Well, given her accusations
against Ferguson,

it's probably best to keep them apart.

Who knows what Doyle
will do if she's released.

Hmm.

Well, it's a shame that
such astute judgements

have been lacking in many
of your other decisions.

- I'm just finalising my report now.
- Good.

Sooner things get back
to normal, the better.

Unfortunately, I'll be
recommending your permanent removal

from the governorship.

I just thought I'd let you know,

as a professional courtesy.

You requested to see Ferguson?

Thank you, Ms Miles.

Take a seat, Joan.

Now I know it's custom for
the staff to call prisoners

by their surname, but to
me, you'll always be Joan.

And you'll always be
a brothel-owning pimp

masquerading as a
regional manager... Derek.

You must be a real hoot in the yard.

I bet you're first
picked at basketball, too.

Ha!

Ah, enough of the small talk.

Franky Doyle's lawyer
wants her out of isolation.

Now, you know how insistent
these lawyers are when, uh,

bangin' on about their
clients' human rights,

so I've got no option but to, ah,
release Doyle back into General.

I'm certain she'll be gunnin'
for you, given her accusation,

so it's probably in your best
interests to go into Protection.

Is that right?

I'd hate to see anything
bad happen to you.

You'd like to put me
into a box, wouldn't you,

so things can run smoothly and
you'll come off as the prison saviour?

I take it that's a no?

You remember this, Joanie?

This is your statement, absolving
the prison of responsibility

if anything happens to you.

Well, if it does, Joan,
it's not my fuckin' funeral.

Mr Stewart, can I have a word?!

Let's do it.

You're right.

Stuff this place.

Stuff Channing.

A permanent holiday is just what I need.

- Are you serious?
- Absolutely.

I love you, too.

So when are we gonna do this?

Today?

Now.

I am... I am gonna walk out of
here, go straight to Channing,

tell him where to stick his job.

That's...

Hello, Vera.

I was gonna call you Governor,

but you're not Governor
any more, are you?

Oh, Joan.

Don't you get tired of it all?

Just the pointless baiting?

Get a life.

Still checking under the bed at night?

What did you say?

Goodness me, there is such a
glow about you. What is that?

Don't tell me, you're in love.

Oh, that is so sweet.

At least it would be, if it
weren't all based on a lie.

Hate to be the one to break
it to you though, Vera,

but you and, um,

your Jakey?

Nothing about it is real.

It's fiction.

Everything Jake has said,
everything he's done,

it was all at my instruction.

I don't believe you.

Yes, you do.

Because deep down you
know a man like Jake

could never love you.

He tells me everything.

We laugh at how pathetic you are,

especially in the bedroom.

And that little, um...

that little peculiarity of yours,

checking under the bed every night.

Who would have thought all that time,

the real monster was in bed beside you.

_

I'm not saying it's going to be easy.

Of course there are risks involved,

- but it's time to shut this shit down.
- Hey, Franky!

Here she is. Whoo!

Eh, what happened?

Kaz said Freaky Tits snapped Iman's
neck like a fuckin' chicken bone.

- Yeah, that's right, Booms.
- Shit!

What'd she do that for?

Well, why does she do
anything? She's a psycho.

Which is exactly why we have to
take her down once and for all.

I asked Jackson to
get you out of the slot

so you could be a part of this.

- Part of what?
- Kangaroo court.

We're finally gonna hold Ferguson

to account for all the shit she's done

and give the women a chance
to speak without being afraid.

Oh, right. All those women who
haven't had their tongue cut out?

We get enough women standing
by us, Franky, we can beat her.

Why don't you kill her?

- Do you have the guts to do that?
- Yeah.

That'd make us no different to her.

So what, a public
pow-wow's your big idea?

Shit, you do that, I
guarantee one thing,

you're gonna be standing
there holding your dick.

Franky, the women still
look up to you, love.

You guys don't get it.

You take her down and she will
rise up again. And you know why?

'Cause she's willing to do
the things that you can't.

This won't work without you.

Did you get pliers?

"Hey, Allie, how you been?

You will never believe
what happened to me."

- Did you get pliers?
- Where from?

What have you been doing all week?

I got some clothes from Iman's
cell before they cleared it. Uh...

Good, but we still need to get our way

- out of the boxes.
- Hang on!

Hang on, Franky. What the
fuck happened with Iman?!

- I told you, Ferguson killed her.
- Yeah, but why?

And don't give me that "because
she's a psycho" bullshit.

Iman killed Pennisi.

Oh! What?

She was his lover. She
admitted everything,

right before Ferguson necked her.

Fuck off!

Well, that's what I intend to
do, with you, day after tomorrow!

I was this close to
walking out of here, free.

But that is why we should help Kaz

put Ferguson on trial. Bring her down.

And what do you think, Ferguson's
just going to stand there

and admit she killed Iman? Come on.

We're getting out in that delivery.

That's what matters now.

You wanted to see me, Governor?

Come in and shut the door.

How'd it go?

What'd Channing say?

I bet he choked on his own
spit, begging you to stay.

I know, Jake.

Ferguson told me everything.

She's a liar.

No, she knows things only ever told you.

- Vera, I can explain.
- Don't say another word.

You have been getting close to
me and reporting back to her.

You have been her pawn.

Everything between us has been a lie.

No. Not everything.

Have you been dealing drugs
in this prison, Mr Stewart?

- Vera, please listen to me.
- Are you going to deny any of it?

Are you?!

Please, Vera, what I did,
it w... w... it was...

messed up. I know that. But...

but I fell in love with you.

I swear to you, that's the truth.

Please, just give me another chance.

If you don't resign,
I'll have you sacked.

Vera...

I love you.

Get the fuck out.

_

Have you found Don...
D... Detective Kaplan?

- He's still out of contact.
- Oh.

I'm here to talk to
you about Sonia Stevens.

Well, that's good, 'cause I
got a few things to tell ya.

- I reckon she killed Detective...
- Liz...!

I've got some questions
that need answering.

Do you recognise this?

Yeah, that's Sonia and her friend, Helen

Not who. I mean what it is.

It's a photo.

It's "the" photo

that was presented by Stevens'
defence for the first time

- during your testimony.
- Yeah, that's right.

And they said they got
it off Helen's phone.

Which was found on the same
morning you took the stand.

- Yeah.
- Very conveniently, as it happened.

- Well, not for me. No.
- No.

- It trapped you in a lie.
- Yeah.

And it's because of your perjury
that the entire case against Stevens

- was tainted and thrown out.
- Yeah.

That's a pretty big
coincidence, don't you think?

I've been going back over the case,
trying to make sense of it all.

I put it to you

that there was collusion to
deliberately subvert the trial.

- Collusion?
- What did she promise

in exchange for your perjury?

Money, for when you
were eventually released?

- Money now for your children?
- No, I'm... I'm sorry,

- I don't... understand. What, you...?
- You befriended Sonia.

- You shared a cell block together,
- Yeah.

- became friends.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's because

D-Don asked me to. You
gotta talk to the Governor,

- 'cause she knows. All this t...
- You cooked up this plan

together to undermine
the Prosecution's case.

Oh, shit.

You... y... y... you think I c...
I colluded with Sonia Stevens?!

I'm afraid it's the only

- reasonable explanation.
- No, no, no, no!

- No, I didn't!
- Oh, you'll be facing

worse charges than perjury.

- Perverting the course of justice.
- I didn't collude with Sonia Stevens!

It's obvious someone colluded here, Liz.

If it wasn't you and Sonia,

who was it?

Hey? Hey, how'd you
go at your committal?

Are we still on schedule?

Yeah. Yeah, soon as you're
out I'm ready to take over, eh.

- Well, that won't be happening.
- What? Why?

Because my brilliant lawyers
made me cop a plea, that's why.

Liz! Are you watering those
seedlings or torturing them?

Right. Holy shit, eh?

- Yes, indeed.
- Yeah.

It was made very clear
to me that my only option

was to plead guilty to the
lesser charge of manslaughter.

Oh, right.

So you might be here
for a while then, hey?

Thanks to the cop who set me up,

it would seem so.

How?

Did you say something, Liz?

How did the cop set you up?

He was obsessed with you!

He even had a shrine to
you all over the wall!

- I can't see anything.
- Exactly.

All the other walls, look,
check it out. Look at it.

- Mm.
- They've all got shit on them,

except this one. It's empty.

Too empty, like something's
been removed from it.

Pennisi's shrine.

An absence of something isn't proof.

Iman topped Pennisi because
he was obsessed with me,

so it makes sense that
she'd want to remove

- any trace of that obsession.
- Well, this is all hypothetical.

Not if she kept the photos.
That's concrete evidence

- that she was there.
- Franky, we've been through this

the police do not want to investigate
anyone else over Pennisi's murder.

Look, if they just searched her place...

- Franky!
- She fuckin' took that shrine, Imogen,

- and then she came in here to kill me.
- Franky.

Franky, stop for a moment!

If I tell the police your
theory, without any proof...

- in their eyes, that gives you motive.
- Get the proof!

There is no proof.

Just an empty wall.

So I'm fucked?

Kaz is convinced that she can take
down Ferguson with your help.

I can't believe you'd just do nothing.

I'm not doin' nothin'.

I'm getting out of here.

But you're letting her get away
with what she's done to you.

Fuck the Freak!

I'm not that person any more.

Why do you wanna help
so bad anyway, huh?

Shit, Allie, I told ya.

The best revenge for Red is
to get the fuck out of here

- and leave Ferguson to rot.
- Yeah, only she won't rot, will she?

She'll still be here. She'll still
be Top Dog, torturing the women.

Killing them.

Well, fuckin' don't come with me, then.

- No, Franky!
- No, fuck you.

It's okay, I'll go alone.

- I don't need ya. I don't need ya!
- Franky!

Fuck off.

Fuck!

That photo that came from
Helen's phone was the one thing

that trapped me in a lie.

And the police are right.

There was collusion.

It was between you and Don.

He sucked me in to giving evidence,

then he made sure Helen's
phone was found that morning,

to make me look like a liar.

Are you telling me

that you were Witness X?

Will?

Will, I'm sorry.

You were right.

About Jake.

He, um,

he was deceiving all
of us, except for you.

You were the only one who
did see through his lies.

I'm sorry.

- I'm demanding his resignation.
- Attention, compound.

All women to report to
assigned work duties.

_

All right, everyone out now.

Work unit's ending early.

Go on, get out, now!

Not you.

I swear to you, I will
do whatever it takes

- to fucking destroy you.
- Now, now, Jake.

Just stop deluding yourself that
you have any kind of free will.

You don't control me.

Remember Jesper?

That's your word against mine.

I'll take that fuckin' risk.

What about the drug money?

The payments you made through my lawyer?

Do you really think that I wouldn't
have made absolutely certain

that the money trail
leads directly to you?

Hard to charm your way out of that one.

Take it from one who knows.

Life on your side of the bars,

preferable.

Especially for someone so
mentally ill-equipped to handle

life's hardships.

I know what you've done, Joan.

Justice is coming.

I'll put the kettle on.

Liz?

- Liz, what's wrong?
- It's... I'm all right.

No, don't. Oh, s...

What... what... what
are you blubbin' for?

- Oh, fuck!
- Hey?

I don't know, Booms.

I feel... a... anxious all the time.

I feel...

like I'm not safe.

- No, you're safe.
- Am I?

Yeah, you're safe!

- I'm here.
- Oh. Oh, lovey.

I'm always gonna look after ya.

Okay? Always.

Oh.

- Mmm, looks like it's healing well.
- Must be your magic touch.

Bet you say that to all the girls.

Only the cute ones.

- Or those in uniform.
- Oh, my God.

Am I making you nervous?

Oh, well, now you're just teasin' me.

Oh, I like men.

I like a challenge.

Wouldn't be the first time
I turned a straight chick.

Anything else?

Headaches and blurry vision.

- How long have you had that?
- All week.

And you didn't think to tell anyone?

- I was in the slot, babes. Kinda hard.
- Nah, it could be concussion related.

I'll get the doctor. Sit tight.

Not going anywhere.

She's complaining of a
headache and blurred vision.

- Hey-ya.
- This is Francesca.

Not pliers, but it'll get staples out.

For you.

But let's do something good
for the women before we go.

Liz, Booms.

They're your family.

You and Kaz.

I really think you can do it.

- You're not helping, Susan.
- Oh...

- Susan, are you all right?
- Hey?

Oh, yeah, yeah. I'm...

I'm just... I'm worried about Liz.

Well, why?

Oh, I don't know.

She's like anxious as shit, eh?

Well, that will be guilt.

Huh?

She didn't tell you?

That old soak was Witness X.

What?

You haven't learnt your lesson, have ya?

What? Booms, what?

Are you Witness X?

Are ya?

Fuck!

Fuck!

So you lagged on Sonia?!

How could you do that?!

- Boomer, I need to explain to you...
- No, don't, don't even, don't!

- Please, let me...!
- Don't! You are a, like,

a serial lagger!

- No, no, no...
- You can't fuckin' help yourself,

- can ya? No, Sonia...
- No, don't say that.

Sonia's done great stuff for us, right?

And you, you just lag on her!

- No! No, no, no, no! I just...
- Ya lag! And ya lag!

And ya lag! And ya lag!

You're just a fuckin' piece of shit!

- Shit!
- No, I know!

I fucked up!

I fuckin' know! I fucked it up.

I fucked it... fucked...

I know! I'm a fuck up!

Okay? I fucked up!

I fucked it all.

I fuck everything up! I'm a fuck-up!

I fucked it up!

I'm a fuck-up! I'm a fuck-up!

I've just given you a
sedative. You'll sleep well now.

- Oh, hey, Donna,
- Yeah?

I just need you for a tick.
It doesn't matter what I do,

I'm still getting a hard time
from the women in the midline.

- Yeah? Which prisoners?
- Radic...

Oh, Liz.

You were right.

About everything, really.

You were the perfect patsy.

So sad and needy.

Such a...

desperado.

Don't you worry about
this Witness X nonsense.

I've told Susan, mum's the word, hmm?

I don't want anyone exacting
retribution on you for your betrayal.

I want to deal with you myself.

In my own unique way.

Make her suffer.

There is no out, Jake.

I know, Jake. Ferguson
told me everything.

We're simpatico. What
about the drug money?

There is no out, Jake. The payments
you made through my lawyer.

There is no out. There is no out.

Stop deluding yourself that
you have any kind of freedom.

- I love you too.
- Death'd be better than this.

_

I love you, Vera.

_

It's better if you don't go back at all.

I'll tell Channing you've
had a death in the family.

You had to go interstate.

Made you reprioritise.
You won't be returning.

I'm not resigning, Vera.

Can't.

Then I'll go to the board, and
then I'll involve the police.

I know you scapegoated Murphy.

I know you were responsible
for letting Bea Smith out

to try and murder Ferguson.

If you try and make a move on me,

I'll be forced to move on you.

I'm sorry, Vera.

Oh.

What do you want?

It's your day in court, Freak.

_

- Oh, what the fuck?!
- Don't fuckin'...

- All you officers, out of the yard!
- Oi, Latham...

- Now! Do it!
- Let her go, now!

- Out of the yard or we shiv Miles.
- Yeah, back up.

Now!

All right, let's go.

- Boyd!
- Piss off.

- Fuck off!
- Yeah, fuck off!

This is Sierra 5.

We've got a Code Brown
in the exercise yard.

This is Sierra 2. What's going on?

Proctor's taken control of H Block yard.

Yeah, prisoners have got
a shiv on Linda Miles.

Attention, all staff.

We have a hostage situation
in the H Block yard.

Order a lockdown. I
repeat, order a lockdown.

MAN: Attention, compound.

Attention, compound.
This is a Code Brown.

All prisoners return to
their units immediately.

I repeat, this is a code Brown.

All prisoners return to
their units immediately.

_

_

What the fuck is going on, huh?

Calm the fuck down.

Listen!

This is about giving all of
us the right to be heard.

The opportunity to speak without
fear, without being afraid

of a top dog who seeks to control us

- by terrorising us into submission.
- Oh, Jesus!

Fuck you! Fuck! Fuck!

No! No!

- We need to clear that yard.
- Well, that's easier said than done.

They've got Linda and
they're threatening Ferguson.

It's time to decide whether
we want a woman like this

having control over us.

- She is Top Dog.
- She is, yeah!

The only way to take her down
is to challenge her, one on one.

Are you gonna do that, Kaz?

That is not the only way.

She declared herself Top Dog in a coup.

We can all vote.

- They're having an election?
- Call in the CSDS.

No, they're just talking.

They have an officer hostage.

- We don't have to take this shit...
- We have to disperse them.

Let's just see how it plays out.

It is not going to play
out well for Ferguson!

Pathetic!

Vera!

Don't you interfere!

Right!

Before we get to decide
that, we need to know exactly

who this woman is and what she's done.

Franky, tell 'em.

- Tell 'em everything.
- Good on ya, Frank! Go on!

She killed Iman Farah!

Bullshit!

Iman's beef was with me, not her.

You murdered Iman for no
other reason than to get to me.

And you murdered Bea Smith.

No, it was self-defence,
Franky! Self-defence!

Eight stab wounds? That's
not fuckin' self-defence.

You also killed Simone Slater.

- Oh, fuck off!
- She was an inmate here.

Some of you remember her, right?

You gave her a hotshot, didn't you?

Oh, fuck off!

And you hotshotted Allie, too.

Allie? What?

You tortured Jodie Spiteri.

Remember Jodie?

Why don't you tell them

how you made her shove a
fucking pencil in her eye?

She's gotta be crazy!

And you cut Lucy Gambaro's

- tongue out.
- Get out of the way.

- Get out of the way!
- And I reckon that you killed

Jess Warner right before you started

that fire in H Block that
nearly killed all of us!

You don't have to be afraid anymore.

She's just one woman!

Look at her!

The bitch bleeds just
like the rest of us.

Oooh!

If we stand together, we can beat her.

No! No!

Mr Channing, you need to order
the officers into the yard now!

No officer is to enter the yard.

That is an order.

We each take a vote. We each get a say.

That's how this works. This...

this is about justice.

Hey.

Hey!

What about me?

Do I get a say in this little
kangaroo court of yours?

Absolutely, Joan.

You're point of view is just as valid

and we would love to hear your defence.

- She's right. She's right.
- Fuckin' kill that bitch!

I am not going to dignify that

farrago of allegations with a denial.

- She's fucking mental!
- Get rid of her!

Believe 'em if you want.

But know this.

Everything I do,

any measures I have taken, I've
done for the benefit of you women.

Society has turned its back on you.

It's deemed your behaviour,
your actions, unacceptable,

so you've been herded into cages,

- locked up.
- Yeah.

Alone,

outcast,

unloved,

unforgiven.

Unforgivable.

- She's right!
- Right.

Simply because you lack the
basic discipline and intelligence

to conduct your lives responsibly.

- What?! Fuckin' bitch!
- What'd she say?

Fuck off!

You have the self-control of children.

You are emotional. Defective.

I...

- I give you order!
- Bullshit! She's insane!

I give you structure.

I give you strength!

You're fucking full of shit!

I'm the only person who
does what needs to be done!

Because I'm the only one who can!

You lack the mental capacity!

You're incapable of
thinking for yourselves!

- You need me!
- Vote!

Without me you're nothing more than...

- pigs! Filthy, filthy...
- Vote! Vote! Vote! Vote! Vote! Vote!

- Vote! Vote! Vote! Vote!
- pigs,

- Vote! Vote! Vote! Vote! Vote! Vote!
- with your snouts in the trough!

Vote! Vote! Vote!
Vote! Vote! Vote! Vote!

- Vote! Vote! Vote! Vote! Vote! Vote!
- You need me!

- Vote! Vote! Vote!
- All right! Let's vote.

Who wants Ferguson for Top Dog?

Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

- Guilty! Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!
- Guilty! Guilty!

- Guilty!
- Anyone who betrays me will pay.

Guilty! Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

Guilty! Guilty! Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

- I'd say that's unanimous, Joanie.
- Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!
Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

All right, ladies, meeting's over!

Well done! Back to your units!

- Yeah!
- No!

- Get out!
- String her up!

No!

Argh! Argh!

Ah, no!

Mr Channing, are you seeing
this? Send the officers in now!

Negative.

Officer Miles' safety is paramount.

Hold your positions.

No, don't leave me!

Listen to me!

- Franky, we have to stop them.
- They've made their decision, Kaz.

Stop!

String her up!

Yep, pull on the rope. Pull on it!

No! No!

Stop it! Get her down!

- Vera, what about Linda?
- They're bluffing.

Don't fucking touch me!

Latham, drop the shiv!

What the hell is she doing?

- Back off or I'll cut her throat!
- Get...!

You've got two months or you
want 20 years?! Drop the shiv.

Drop it!

- Oh!
- All right, that's it!

Get back!

Uh!

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