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Oh, it's a kite.

- 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.

Go, 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.

Have you ever seen this firearm before?

Where'd you get it from?

Hole in the wall at Aunty Joan's place.

The DNA also puts this gun in your hand.

Franky, you lied to me.

Oh, 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?

I trusted you...

and you betrayed me.

Nobody gets away with that.

Attention, compound. Attention, compound.

- Count will commence in ten minutes. - Oh.

Oh!

Take it easy. You'll knock somebody out.

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?

Hm! 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.

- Oi, fuck off, chopsticks! - Move your...

- Calm it down!

- Who's gonna act as a patient? - Me! I will.

Have you noticed that half the women in here are off their nut?

Yeah, there's some really good stuff goin' around, eh?

But... I... I haven't bought none.

Well done, Susan.

You're better than that.

Never settle for being one of the herd.

No. Spent all me money on Monte Carlos anyway, so.

- Oi?! Hey! - Don't, you...!

- Get off me! - Enough now!

- Break it up, the two of you! - Shit gonna keep happening

unless you do something.

- Back to your tables! - All right, all right!

- Stevens, brawler's ready, let's go. - Oh.

Wish me luck.

- Good luck. - Good luck.

- Good luck. - Bye.

Bye.

Good luck.

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.

Oh, I'll transfer that ten grand back into your account too.

- You still might need it. - No, I'll be right.

Just... stay positive, all right?

Attention, compound. Attention, compound. All women

- to report to assigned work duties. - Hey.

Tell Mercado I've got another shipment coming in.

- She needs to organise payment. - Attention, all staff. Available

- Okay. - Officer to admissions for escort.

- Jake? - Yo!

Mate, I've gotta do an induction.

Can you take this to H3. They're for Doyle.

- Mate, I can't, I'm on Ferguson duty. - Oh...

- I'll take it. Yeah, yeah, no problem. - Right. You sure?

Ah, research for her case.

- Let's hope it makes a difference. - Okay, 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.

Okay.

So, how you gonna do that?

Not sittin' here talkin' to you!

You owe me!

- I don't owe you shit! - Hey?!

There's screws outside they're gonna hear ya.

- Mind your own fuckin' business! - You buying?

- I got crank. - Give it to me!

- You bloody owe me! - I owe you jack shit, now piss off!

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Stay back you fuckin' psycho. - Take it easy.

- Eh? - What the fuck are you doing?

- Just take it... - Ugh!

- Argh! - Argh! Fuck!

- Fuck! - Ugh!

Oh, fuck!

Drop the shiv!

- All right. - Drop the shiv, Radic!

Drop the fucking shiv!

Fuckin' idiot!

- What the hell's going on? - Come on Chang.

- I'm slotting these idiots! - Come on.

- Go too. Get down! - Ha, fuck off!

- No, it was self-defence. - Keep moving. You know the

- fuckin' rules. Jesus! - You okay?

Argh.

Oh, shit!

Okay, come on, let's go.

I heard what happened. Are you okay?

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 Jucie'll be running the prison.

Proctor, what are you doing in here?

Just checkin' on my friend.

Hey...

don't worry about me.

Protect the women.

Proctor, out!

Ah, you're late. I can only give you five minutes.

I'm sure that'll be long enough for both of us.

So, how are you settling back in?

I never settle, Miss 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?

I'm not discussing other inmates.

Must be quite a... shock to the system.

Still, emotional attachment always comes at a price, hmmm?

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?

No, 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.

All right, I think we're done here.

- Ah, Officer Stewart? - You know I feel for you,

Miss Westfall. Mmm...

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.

Joan...

find somewhere else to workshop your monologues.

Don't you worry, Miss Westfall, I'm sure your secret's safe with Vera.

- 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, okay.

What? No way!

I'm just not gonna sit around and do nothing.

- It'll link ya to me. - I don't care!

I love you. I'm not going to let you rot in here.

Until I get outta here, Gidge,

I don't wanna see or hear from you anymore, okay?

Just stay away.

- Eh? - Hey.

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.

- Mmm. - Hey?

Canteen is now open to H Block.

When are the cops calling you up?

Oh, Don reckons in a coupla days.

Yeah, the prosecution have gotta

few more witnesses they gotta get through first.

- Oh, right. - Which is good,

'cause it gives me more time to memorise my bloody statement.

Just tell the truth and you'll be fine.

- Yeah. - Birdsworth!

Governor wants to see ya.

- See ya. - See ya.

Liz...

Mm, shouldn't you be at the trial?

Thanks, Ms Bennett.

What's happened?

Look, I hate to have to spring this on you, but the prosecution

want you in the witness stand tomorrow afternoon.

- God, you said I had a coupla days. - Yeah, I know,

- I know, and that was the plan, but - Yeah.

The defence have already discredited most of the physical evidence.

- So it's down to me? - Well, your testimony's crucial.

- Oh! - But don't panic,

it's okay, you got this.

- Okay, just stick to the statement. - Yeah, but th-that's the thing, right,

because, my memory is all over the shop and I can't retain

- anything! - Yeah, yeah, but that's just nerves.

Look, you're gonna be fine.

You're gonna be fine. Just visualise the story.

- Stick to the main points. - Yeah. Mmm.

Hey, we'll go over the statement again. We'll keep going over it

until you're a hundred percent comfortable.

- Yeah. Yeah. - Okay? Okay.

I believe in you, Liz.

Don't you ever forget that.

I can't wait till you get outta here.

Me too.

So, Joan Ferguson hired someone to kill Mike Pennisi and frame you?

- Mm-hmm. - 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,

there's... I can't help you.

I took it off Shayne Butler, Ferguson's godson.

What... what's 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 and I threw it in a dumpster.

Ferguson must've had someone follow me and pick it up.

- Okay, 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.

Attention, compound.

H Block are now called to dinner.

Think I might just take Franky a tray or somethin'.

No, no, no, leave it. She wants to be left alone.

Well, uh...

one minute she's, like, jumpin' on me

and tellin' 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 gettin' used to be being back.

She doesn't belong here anymore.

Why's everything have to fuckin' change?!

- Change sucks! - Hey, you've changed.

- I have not! - Yeah.

You used to be a pain in the arse.

Hey? You were.

If everything stayed the same

- it'd be boring, Booms. - Mmm.

Nah, it wouldn't.

'Cause Maxie'd still be here, eh?

I reckon you need a job or a hobby or somethin',

- love, to keep ya busy. - Mmm.

- Like what? - Mmm, I dunno.

Hey, Kaz, want anything done?

- Boomer needs somethin' to do. - Oh, look, don't...

- Nah, all good. - Oh.

Hey, Sonia, how'd it go?!

I just need to ask...

Which one of you bitches is Witness X?!

Eh?

Come on, speak up!

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.

- Stevens! - All right... I'm going,

but I'll find out who it is.

It's probably Liz, eh, 'cause she loves a good lag.

- Boomer, shut up! - Don't ya, eh?!

- Shut the fuck up! - Eh?!

They're best mates. It could be anyone, it could be you?

- Yeah! - I'm not a lagger.

All right, 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 outta here, Dor.

And because the woman she murdered and her kids deserve justice.

That's why.

If anyone find out about this, you're dead.

They're not gonna find out.

Are they?

Couldn't sleep?

Oh, no.

Mmm. Mmm.

It's times like these I crave my insomnia pills.

Ha.

Anyway, I've been lying awake, thinking it over...

and I've worked it out.

I know who Witness X is.

Mmm, who?

Maxine Conway.

- Why do you say that? - Well, it makes perfect sense.

Moving to Barnhurst was a terrific cover story.

I mean, it's such a betrayal though, don't you think?

I mean, 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.

Wow, I... 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? Mm-hmm. - Ah, 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.

Yeah, you... you're covered, Liz. You're covered.

You won't be coming back here anyway.

We've got some civvies for you.

You can get changed here. You'll leave the prison through a back exit.

And wh-what happens again when we get to the court,

are you sure I'm not gonna see Sonia?

No, you won't anywhere near the courtroom

until Stevens has been cleared.

Then you'll go in and give your evidence.

Yeah, but people are gonna see me and th-they're gonna know my name.

Nuh, your identity will be suppressed.

Court will be cleared, then you'll give your evidence.

And then what?

You'll be release on parole immediately.

Right, so the...

- This is it? - Mm-hmm.

I don't... I don't get to say goodbye to anyone.

- No, you can't. Nuh. - Nuh.

We've arranged temporary accommodation

for you in a new apartment, near the city.

Social worker will meet you there,

and they'll have your personal affects.

I can't actually believe it's happening.

Sorry.

You deserve it, Liz.

It's the first day of your new life.

Yeah.

Hey!

- You good? - Yeah.

Are you okay?

Well, I've been better.

You actually get anything on Joan?

Well, she didn't deny it.

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 could 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 wanna do it.

You know, if I was sittin' where you were...

If it was you, you would already be at the cop shop, Franky.

Hey...

I'll do it, all right?

- Really? - Yeah.

You ready?

Yeah.

Hmmm.

Thanks for everything, Miss Bennett.

I really appreciate it.

Good luck, Liz.

Attention, compound. Attention, compound.

D Block are now called to lunch.

Hey!

Franky, come in front of me.

- There you go, Franks. - Oh, thanks, Dors.

Hey. So, like, are you... are you gonna hang out with us, or...

Yeah, sure.

Oh, awesome.

That's really cool, eh? That's... cool.

Ha! Hey, if, um...

if you don't want your apple crumble, just give it to me.

- Nothin's changed, eh? - Nuh.

Hey, d'you speak to that Shayne kid?

Yeah, he's makin' a statement this arvo.

Part of me wishes he said no.

Hey, any word from Liz, is she okay?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, they'd, um...

they just reckon it's a bit of indigestion,

so they're keepin' her in medical for the afternoon.

Indigestion!

Allie all right?

Heard about her little accident.

These junkies are just gettin' out of hand.

You know, Bea Smith would've taken control by now.

Course, she was her own boss.

Out of 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.

All right, organise a cell toss, right away.

- Shall I call the Dog Squad? - No, we can handle it.

It's the whole prison, not just H Block.

Right, schedule a staff meeting for first thing tomorrow.

I'm going to put a rocket up everyone.

- Yes, Governor. - And talk to Proctor,

she's anti-drugs. She might be able to help.

- Yep, will do. I'll keep you posted. - Compound. All women to report

to assigned work duties.

So, why'd you see Shayne Butler this morning?

- You been checkin' 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.

- Now, 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! - No, I can't have Ferguson

- dictate my future. - No, you can't give up

- everything, 'cause of Ferguson... - 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, again. - Don't!

Tina?

I need you to stop supplying the women for awhile.

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, okay?

Or what?

What are you gonna do?

I'll find out how it's coming in and I will shut you down.

- We had a deal. - Deals change. Lay off the gear!

That gear is the only reason you're Top Dog.

Just do as you are fucking told!

Liz, we're ready.

- Just... shh, shh, shh, shh. - What?

- What's goin' on? Oh, Jesus! - It's all right.

It's Sonia!

- No, no, it's okay. - Well, did she... did she see me?

- No. No! No! - Did she see me?! Fuck!

What the fuck was that?! There's s'posed to be protocols.

Well, I'm sorry. That shouldn't have happened.

- Fuck! - W-well, we gotta keep movin',

- otherwise they're... - No, no. I need a minute.

- Liz, we need to... - Just give me a minute!

Oh, fuck!

The identity of this witness is protected.

The use of any recording device is a federal offence.

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 okay for a counselling session.

Come on, let's talk about this.

There's nothin' to talk about, you can't fix this.

Franky, I'm just tryin' to help.

Well, why don't you try believin' 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.

- Ugh! - Fuck off!

- Franky... - Or maybe that's what turns you on?

- I'm you big fuckin' prison fantasy! - Don't you do this.

Well, come on. Let's go!

- Let's fuck, right? Huh? - Stop! Stop it!

- Stop it! - Come on. No, don't worry about it.

- I can handle it. - Fuck!

- This is what you want, isn't it? - Fuck!

- Huh? Just one last time. - Fuck this shit!

- I know you want it. - What are you doing?! What are you...

- Fuck you! - I'm tryin' to get you off

like a fuckin' crim!

Fuck off, Franky! Fuck!

What the hell are you fuckin' doing?

You wanna push me away?

You fuckin' failed!

Wanted to hurt me, hmm?

Congratulations, baby.

Oh.

You okay?

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, um... so, I'll...

I'll just quit.

You deny everything and just...

just blame me, Vera. Just blame me.

Know you shouldn't make a rash decision in a negative frame of mind.

I'm sure you told me that once.

Yeah, it sounds like me.

I don't want you to leave.

Please tell the court where you were

when this conversation with Ms Stevens took place.

Uh, I-I was in the Wentworth Correctional Centre,

in one of the H Block exercise yards.

Please tell the court what happened.

Right, well,

w-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.

I killed Helen Masters and buried the body.

Did Ms Stevens appear upset...

- during her confession? - No.

- Did she appear remorseful? - Objection.

I'll allow that.

No, she didn't.

Then what happened?

Well, uh, 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 1:00 PM after lunch,

she hit Helen over the head with a bottle,

Helen fell down,

and then Sonia... u-used... used the belt to... strangle her.

So, Helen died violently in the kitchen of Ms Stevens' 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 Sassafras.

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.

I've just met with the Ombudsman.

I do hope you're not intending to persecute me for speaking the truth.

Uh, 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 Westfall'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.

Okay.

That all?

Would you escort Ms Ferguson back to her unit?

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 offences, haven't you?

Objection. This witness' misdemeanours are irrelevant.

Ah, one, in particular, I believe is crucial to the question of credibility.

I'll allow it for now.

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?

- Y-yes. - Five different programs.

And how many have you successfully completed?

None, but I'm...

- I'm not 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 of alcohol

- when you made the statement to police? - No.

Are you under the influence of alcohol now?

- No. - Objection.

That's enough, Mr Baresic.

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 Sassafras and buried the body.

- Is that an accurate summation? - Yes.

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 weighted nearly 20 kilos more than her own.

I suppose she just dragged her. Hm.

You suppose?

Well, I mean, it's... it's only a short distance

- to the garage. - Have you ever been to

- Ms Stevens' home? - No.

So, the short distance to the garage is just your assumption, isn't it?

- Yes. - As is the supposition

that she dragged the body. She never actually specified

- that detail, did she? - Well, no.

So, what else in your statement is an assumption?

- Nothing. - Time of death?

No, she said 1:00 PM.

1:00 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? - Yes.

I would like to show the witness Exhibit 7A.

Please describe the photograph.

It... it's a photo of, uh, Sonia and Helen.

Hmm, and what do you notice about Helen's appearance?

Her head is shaved.

And...?

- I dunno. - 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

support 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.

They're laughing together aren't they? Yeah, wrong.

Your assumption, yeah, wrong. Helen was... wrong.

Helen was... wrong. Your assumption... wrong.

I put it to you that your

entire statement is a work of fiction!

Isn't it true that your reward for making the statement

- was an early release? - Yes.

Isn't it true that this conversation with Ms Steven never happened?!

Isn't it true that you have lied under oath

and deceived this court for your own personal gain?!

Answer the question!

Yes.

Okay, 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.

It was all me.

Nothing further, Your Honour.

Oh, God.

I don't... I don't know what happened.

I, uh... I couldn't think and then my...

- Shhh. - I'm sorry, my brain...

my brain just froze. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. - It's all right.

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 Sassafras 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, they left a message and I...

didn't check my voice-mail. I...

You... you...

didn't check your fuckin' messages?

You just sold me up shit creek!

I'm so sorry, Liz. I'm...

I just need a bit of time

- and I'm going to fix this. - How?!

The barristers are in with the judge now, okay.

I'll keep you posted.

I'm never gonna get out now, am I?

Let's just wait and see what the judge says, okay? Just get some rest.

I'm gonna be back in touch as soon as I can, all right?

What the fuck do you want?!

I need to speak to the Top Dog.

- No, you're invisible, eh? Ooh... - Uh, ooh, oh, there I am.

So, I'm not, may I please?

This is important.

Oi?

Hello.

Tina Mercado is bringing in drugs through the vegetable deliveries.

Take it or leave it.

Booms?

What?

You still want somethin' to do?

Get the fuck out!

Hey?!

What the fuck are you doing?

- Get out of the fucking... - Shut your fuckin' potty mouth

- before I put a fist in it! - Argh!

Hey! We had a deal.

- Ugh! - Boomer, no!

- What? - You know the rules.

- Just hold her there. - Yeah, all right. Sorry.

- Uh... - Sorry.

- Not sorry! - Ugh!

Ugh! Oi!

Not that... no... no! No!

- Proctor! - Ugh!

Ugh!

Ugh!

I gave you a chance.

Ugh! Uh, uh, fuck!

- Ugh! - You should have fuckin' listened!

- Fuckin' listened! - Fuck! Fuck!

- Booms! - Yeah.

Fuck!

Attention, compound. Attention, compound.

Phones are now available for 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 it's 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?

- Nuh. - Oh.

You all right?

You still worried about that Shayne kid?

What time is he heading to the police station?

Fuck you ask a lot of questions.

Do I?

That's another one.

Oh, sorry!

5:30.

Oh, in ten minutes.

Can I make you a cuppa tea or something?

- Mail for you Jackson... - Sorry, that was another question.

- Dickson. - Well, go on then.

Well, how do you take it? Oop, that was another one.

Black with three, smart-arse.

Doyle. Mail for ya.

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?

I must have been someone he was close to.

Fuck, Shayne's gone to the cops!

Doyle, slow down!

Hey! Hey, it's urgent, can I use the phone? I'll owe ya!

Fuck!

Hey, Shayne, it's me. Don't go to the cops!

Why, what's happened?

Ah, I don't think it was Ferguson.

W-what?!

It was someone else. Someone on the outside.

Miss Bennett! I need to talk to ya.

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 stalkin' 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 setup a counselling session for you and Ms Westfall.

Fuck!

Oh, no luck?

Nuh!

I thought the answer was in here but it's not.

It's outside and there's jack shit I can do about it.

DPP are withdrawing the charges. Sonia's being released.

I'm so sorry, Liz.

They're gonna charge you with perjury.

Right.

Okay.

Which means what, exactly?

It carries a maximum sentence of 15 years.

I promise you...

I will fix this.

Ah, rest assured,

I will be seeking compensation for my false imprisonment,

but today, justice has been served.

There's no escaping this place is there?

Next Tuesday, 8:30.

I know that you got something going on.

I can tell it's something big.

I've decided to keep my distance from Franky.

Bea brought us together for a reason.

All prisoners out of their cells standing by your doors, please.

So, what's your game, Freak?

We might be in here for quite awhile together.

Don't you think it's time we buried the hatchet.

What do you think you're doin'?

You're all aware of the problem.

I hold the solution.

There is a catch.

You are gonna get caught.

Wentworth. Next Tuesday, 8:30, on ShowCase.