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My daughter was attacked, too.

Allen amended his will

that outlines that you are the administrator

of Frankie's share.

You fucking roofied me with horse laxatives?

You owe me actual drugs.

Last night, someone broke into the nurses' station

and raided the clinic's drug supply.

There's a betrayer amongst us.

Some of the patients gotta do a drug test.

Give me your piss.

Your urine test results. You're pregnant.

Motherhood.

You've dreamed of it.

Motherhood.

You've sacrificed for it.

Motherhood.

The greatest achievement of any woman.

Did you do drugs?

- What is... - Oh.

No... no!

No one tell you not to smoke when you're pregnant?

I'm pro-choice.

Does anyone know?

Does the dad know?

What if you tell Ana? Oh, no...

- Not straight away. - You can stay out of it.

I just...

need them back in my life, you know?

You're an emotional overeater, Gram

and a secret stash of any kind is out of the question.

I just want Georgia to come back.

Uh, yeah. I'm good.

Nothing new.

Well, I've had a really

- good morning. - Frankie.

Why don't you tell everyone your good news?

Uh...

I'm pregnant.

- Is it mine? - No.

Oh, it... it's fine. I'm... I'm good.

Look, if Orangu-stank

- is done sharing... - If who is?

If Frankie

is done sharing, can we please move on?

I make a mean cheeseburger.

Just you wait there, Mama Bear.

We need to talk.

And now, I know there's been some bad shite between us

but I've been thinking of some names for the, um...

Uh, I like Edward after me.

And, um...

What you want want?

Hits like Missy, man I'm trying to bump bump like

- Uh- huh what you want want? - Are you kidding me?

Anytime, sweetie pie.

Like uh-huh

What you want want?

Hits like Missy, man I'm trying to bump bump like

Uh- huh what you want want?

Snoop Doggy Dogg, man I'm trying to bump bump

If you think this is something that you're not ready for...

we can talk about the process of abortion.

- What is it? - Mm... I just...

Is this gonna affect my reference letter?

Well, of course not.

We can't persecute someone for being pregnant.

What will impact your letter is your recovery.

There are certain markers that you need to meet.

Like what?

Acknowledging you have a problem, working through it

making an action plan for your discharge.

How are things with Emma?

Um, I... tried to call.

She never picks up.

Okay.

No...

Do you think it has bones yet, or do you think it has a face?

Because I feel like I can see it, Frankie.

You know? Like I can see its face.

I hate it. I hate its fucking face!

It... It's okay.

I don't want it. I need it out of me.

You... you can talk to Ana. She... she can help.

Yeah, she can. She can with an abortion.

They don't want to fucking help me!

Let me help. I want...

- I want to help. - It's your fault.

What?

You took away my drugs, my chance to get rid of it.

My work.

She's okay. She's gonna be fine.

...dear to everyone. She's going to be fine.

Frankie's fine. She is just in shock.

What about the room situation?

- We'll move Frankie. - What?

- Why do I have to move? - Why do you think?

- Put Lydia in iso for the night. - Yeah.

She can stay with me if you want.

Come in. Come in.

- Let me. - Oh, thank you.

Make yourself at home.

Oh.

He likes to keep his distance from this place.

Yeah.

Pretty sure my sister's the same.

Well, that's the hardest part.

Wondering if they miss you or if they're trying to forget you.

Mm.

Thank you.

What?

Um, Bella needs to see you in her office now.

I would just like to know if we could talk about

the incident and I'm happy to...

Come in.

What the hell happened?

Some psycho bitch stabbed me in the fucking tit.

- It is an isolated incident. - Bullshit!

It happened again today.

L-Cat had a knife. She's the one.

She burned all my stuff and she put a fucking rat in my bed.

- What? A rat! - It's true tell her.

- Frankie. - Francis just...

Sit down, please.

I was told that this was a therapeutic, supportive community.

It is. It is very safe here.

Really? Because she was stabbed in the tit, apparently.

I understand how it looks.

But after Frankie became sexually involved with a male patient

one of our more fragile female patients was set off

and things escalated.

This is why we ask patients

not to engage in intimate activities with each other.

The woman who assaulted Frankie

has been moved to another part of the facility.

I can assure you.

Frankie is safe receiving the treatment she needs.

Now, is there anything else you'd like to chat through?

No.

What about you, Frankie?

Anything you'd like to share?

Did you just sign off on my lobotomy?

Maybe.

It was a release form.

Not like you're released. She's letting us go to some cafe.

Freedom!

I got you some clothes.

Thank you.

These are your clothes.

"Dressing for Rehab, by Emma Jones."

Why can't you just say thank you?

God, I'm kidding. Don't be so dramatic.

You're unbelievable.

You burned down our kitchen and ride off my car

and still I get you clothes and fly here to give them to you.

And you what?

The number of times I've had to help you out of the mess

you've gotten yourself into.

My God, Frankie, the energy it takes to love you.

- Where am I going? - Um...

Your shorts are riding up my vage.

You get used to it.

Fancy anything else?

Can I get a Swerve flat white, extra hot?

- Me too. - Yeah, sure.

Emmerson Dempsey's family reached out.

They thought they might have heard from you by now.

So how's...

- Being in a mental institution? - Don't call it that.

But, yes.

I don't know. It's...

Everyone's saying there's something wrong with me.

But I don't know how to fix it.

I'm sorry I didn't answer your calls.

No... no. Don't apologize.

I'm sorry...

...for all of it.

This is nice.

You're sober and present.

Like you used to be.

- There you go, love. - Oh.

Hotter than a billy goat with a blow torch.

Yum. Thank you.

Just drink it.

Oh, my God.

We had Dad's will reading.

He gave me guardianship of your share.

- What? - It's a lot of money.

- I think he was just worried. - Worried I'd what, Emma?

You know what.

Go on, be sick, Dad.

- Where are you going? - To have a fucking cigarette.

Just get that bill. Thanks.

I'll just talk to my supervisor about the rest.

Every time you suck me in and every time I believe you.

It took me all of about ten seconds to realize

that you'd be over here getting drugs. Dad knew.

- It's not what you think. - No, no. Shut up.

I'm done! I'm done with your lies, Frankie.

Frances.

Are you ready?

I'm her sister.

So you'll be supporting Ms. Jones?

If you'd both like to follow me, there are some online formalities

that we need to talk through before you go ahead with a medical abortion.

Come this way.

- If you do decide to... - I've decided.

I want to have the abortion.

The first tablet acts by blocking the effects of progesterone.

You follow that with four more tablets.

You will experience cramps and bleeding.

This is your body emptying the uterus.

And it is safe for the patient to have the miscarriage at their home.

Are you okay?

- Frankie? - No, I'm not fucking okay.

It's called withdrawals.

Are you sure you want to do this?

Because I'll support you either way.

I don't want to be a mum! I can barely look after myself.

Thank God, because you'd make an appalling one.

Please don't tell anyone about me being pregnant.

Everyone already thinks I'm a huge fuckup.

But... this.

I won't.

You're really trying to change.

I wish Dad was here to see it.

It's not my place to make...

choices for you.

Always worrying about you, trying to parent you.

It's made me...

not me.

I think you should have access

to your share as soon as you're back home.

Really?

I have to stop trying to control everything.

I fucking hate this place.

Hey.

You've made it this far.

And I'll help you the rest of the way.

You can do it.

- Hi. - Oh, finally she answers.

Sorry.

It's been a day.

- How... how is she? - She's... sober.

Okay.

Well, that... that's good.

- Right? - It's just...

she's gone and got herself pregnant.

But you can't tell anyone.

Wait, what?

Oh, shit. I've got to go. I'm going to miss my flight.

Love you. Bye.

How long is she here for?

- Well, she goes back tonight. - Aw.

It was nice to see her, though?

- Yeah. - I'm glad you two are better.

Me, too.

Oh.

- Thank you. - Back in a jiff...

little mouse.

You're sober and present

like you used to be.

God.

Life is too short for shit biscuits.

This... this is your fault.

I'm really sorry that... that they took your stash.

I'm making hot chocolate.

- I heard you moved rooms. - Yeah, I'm... I'm with Mitch.

- What? - Well...

Well, if that was me, if that was my kid...

What do you mean?

Look, it... it's all over the Google.

Thanks.

Here you are, little mouse.

Ready for bed?

Hm.

Christ, you scared me.

What happened? Honey?

I slept with Frankie.