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The US Secretary of
Defence, Michael Schwartz,

has been shot and killed
as he left his motorcade.

Witnesses report seeing a
lone gunman fleeing the scene,

and a massive search is underway.

- There you go.
- Oh. Great, thanks.

I wish I had my phone with me,
so I could check out the footage.

- Jenkins, two minutes.
- Shit! Where's the camera?

It was in his bum crack.

Excellent work.

Out. Out!

He said he could source the
gelignite through one of his contacts,

but it's gonna take him
three weeks to make the bomb.

Gavin Thompson knew
nothing about the footage,

but we're gonna keep him on ice.

What about the escape plan?
You gonna put a stop to that?

We're gonna let it run for a bit.

We need to catch Bryant's cohorts
in the act of building a bomb.

Lou's making threats, and Judy's
going to help her carry them out.

Well go on, then. You
gonna be big detective,

find out what they're up to.

What are you doing?

- Oh!
- I just found Zaina's phone in my cell,

with the voice recorder on.

Get off me!

You're a fuckin' dead woman, Marie.

You are a fuckin' dead woman!

Now, on the date you claimed Jones
and Morelli kidnapped your sister,

the phone received two
calls from a blocked number.

- Jones' mobile?
- He fucked up, Rita.

He left Eddie a voicemail. If
it belongs to Detective Jones...

... It'll link us all
together on that day.

So, Marie, you wanna
know the truth or not?

OK, tell me.

Will Jackson and Vera
Bennett, they know, everything.

That means it's over.

I might have a solution. I
just need two things from you.

♪ Got a flyer walk than Naomi ♪
♪ You know me ♪

♪ Everybody say that
they know me, they only ♪

♪ See me on the cover of a Vogue,
and they clone me ♪

♪ We cannot be friends,
'cos I like being lonely ♪

♪ I'm a boss ♪
♪ Tell 'em not today ♪

♪ Swervin' on these chickens ♪
♪ Cluck out my lane ♪

- ♪ I'm a boss. Out my way ♪
- Oh!

♪ Or just do every
little thing that I say ♪

♪ I'm the frickin' greatest ♪

♪ I'm the raise they exclamated ♪

♪ LA Times, I stay on page six ♪

♪ I'm even your favourite's favourite ♪
♪ Ha ♪

♪ You better, better tell 'em
who's the boss, me ♪

♪ You better, better tell 'em
who's the boss, see ♪

♪ You better, better show 'em
who's the boss ♪

♪ They all stop in awe when
they see me pull up looking flossy ♪

♪ Boss, boss, boss, boss ♪
♪ I'm a, I'm a, I'm a ♪

♪ I'm a, I'm a, I'm a boss. ♪

REPORTER: There's been a
development this morning

in the search for the killer

of US Defence Secretary
Michael Schwartz.

The National Security Office
has issued an Interpol alert

- for a 30-year-old Australian man...
- That happened the day I was stabbed.

- ... wanted for questioning.
- Yeah?

Yeah, I remember all the
doctors talking about it.

It was on every channel at the hospital.

Police say the man received a
number of Bitcoin transactions

from an unknown source,
via a Swiss bank account,

in the days prior to the shooting,

with the final payment on
the day Schwartz was murdered.

- Oh jeez.
- The man is believed

- to have left Australia the same day...
- You right?

Yeah, yeah. Just reckon
those eggs were dodgy, eh.

Maybe it's morning sickness. You late?

- For what?
- For your period.

No. Just worry about
your own bits, all right?

- Hey!
- Hey, do you want a peppermint tea, Boomer?

Oh. Oh God! Don't.
Don't bother sucking up.

You know, just 'cos you're in our
unit, it don't mean you're one of us.

So shove that up your arse, Marie.

Maybe that's what Bryant
used the money for.

- Yeah.
- You said it was to fight her extradition,

but we know her fancy QC was
crowd-funded, so that's bullshit.

Fuck, you're not joking.

Whatever she used the money
for, she was desperate enough

to come after you with a shiv. Twice.

She's in here on a terrorism charge.

What if Judy really is one?

I think we always knew
this day could come.

When was it sent?

Half past 3 this morning.

Ferguson is so bloody theatrical,
sending it to my printer.

It's a warning to leave Miller alone.

Do you think he knows? About the photo?

Have you told Jake?

Well, let's keep it that
way, at least until we know

what we're dealing with.

I'm so sorry, Vera. I was
hoping to keep you out of this.

Oh, Will.

We are all so in it.

Let's suss out Miller.

Take a seat.

What's going on?

You tell us.

Well, you called me here.

Has something happened?

Why would you ask that?

Sorry, I'm confused.

Am I still being fired?

OK, this is weird.

Are you honestly saying you had no
part in what happened last night?

What happened last night?

I'm sorry... I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Chop properly. Small
pieces, small pieces!

Joan?

Ey, ey, ey, ey, chopping
board isn't clean.

What did you do?

I take it, it had the desired effect?

For God's sakes, what do you know?

Joan, what did you do to them?

Sorry, Doctor.

My sleeve, my ace.

Anyone in this room...

who's a backstabbing cunt

is about to regret that choice.

Bring her here.

Stay the fuck back!

- Oh shit.
- Come on!

I'll take you! Come on!

- Fuck!
- Keep the fuck away!

I appreciate your attempt

to make this more entertaining,
Marie... I really do.

- You stay back, both of you!
- She's got two arms and one shiv.

Do the fucking maths, girls!

- Who fucking... ?
- You get the fuck back!

Come on, you bitches!

- Ow! Fuck!
- Slot her.

Can't fight your own
fight, you big dog cunt!

Come on, Lou!

Fight your own fucking fights!

May, take out the rubbish.

This needs salt.

Hello, Vera.

Come on, quick, quick,
quick, quick, quick, quick!

It hasn't worked.

Haven't plugged it in yet.

I will confess everything,

rather than let you get away
with this ridiculous ruse.

Not sure teal is your colour.

Yeah, well, I'll take
my chances in court...

extenuating circumstances,
accessory after the fact.

Well, the court may see it that way,

or they may choose to
make an example of you.

Someone in a position of
authority, a governor, no less,

who believed that she could
flout the law with impunity.

Oh, you wrote the book on that, Joan.

What I've done is nothing
compared to what you've done.

- But the stakes are so much higher for you.
- Really?

I'm not the one facing
life imprisonment.

No.

But if your mea culpa fails,

it's little Grace who'll pay the price.

Placed in foster care,
raised by strangers.

Hardly seems fair, does it?

The child paying for
the sins of the mother.

But then you wrote
the book on that, Vera.

So Lou was gonna steam press Marie?

And what, you just stood there?

I was chucking up eggs.
I wasn't even there.

Well, she's safe for now, at least.

Look, if you feel so bad,
why don't you do something?

I'll be back in a tick.

- Hey, hot chocolate.
- Hey.

- I've got a favour to ask.
- Yeah, how can I say no to this face? Hey?

- Can you get me a pregnancy test?
- Oh, whoops.

- Yeah, I'm late. We should have been more careful.
- It's a miracle.

- No, could you get me one or what?
- Yeah, 'course.

OK?

- Ferguson's right.
- Well, it might not go that way.

I can't risk losing Grace. I can't.

Listen, we'll let Ferguson
and Miller run their race, OK?

And we'll deal with whatever happens.

Yeah?

Tell Lou to leave Marie alone.

Get the critters to stand down.

- I'll tell Lou about this.
- Oh, I bet.

You told her about Schwartz?

- Who the fuck's Schwartz?
- What about that bitcoin transfer?

Lou across that?

You are insane.

And you're a terrorist.

Forget Marie...

Rita Connors is the bigger threat.

You wanna calm your quoit?

She knows what I am.

And if she tells them upstairs,

they'll find the link to
Frazer, and we're all fucked.

You know, I really thought that
someone in your line of work

would be way more calm under pressure.

You are not listening to me, Lou.

You have to stop Rita.

Because if she mouths off, then

the big grand plan is over.

(KNOCKING)

Come in.

(PHONE RINGS)

Governor Jackson's office.

Take a seat.

You've won.

We won't go after you or Miller.

I don't care what happens to me or Jake.

But Vera doesn't deserve
to go down for this.

Agreed.

I mean it.

That photo goes no further.

You have my word.

I don't blame you for what you did.

Given the circumstances,
I would have done the same.

Except, of course, you
would still be buried.

I didn't know how you have it, so

I just made it same as mine.

Right.

OK, here's how I see it.

You got some sort of
alliance with Marie.

Hey, I'm not judging...
I see how that happens.

And you know that I got some sort
of agreement with young Judy here.

You got your thing going on; I got mine.

The problem is, that your thing
seems to be to fuck with my thing.

And I s'pose my question
is, why do you care?

Nice coffee.

OK. Let me just spell it out for ya.

You get in my way, I'll take you down.

And by take you down, I mean kill ya.

I'm not bragging...
I'm just being clear.

I offer Sheila as a recent example.

- You always get your own way?
- Yep.

- I'm guessing you do too.
- Yep.

So one of us is gonna be
really disappointed, then.

Mm.

You're at a crossroads.

The path that you're
currently on leads to war.

A lot of people we
know will end up dead.

- Is that something you want?
- No.

Ah, is this an elaborate
bid for top dog?

If it is, you can have
it. That's the truth.

I don't want top dog.

Are ya bored?

You know sudoku's safer.

What's your story, Rita?

You a screw-lover?

Why do you say that?

Well, I'm guessing the gist
of what Marie's told you

is that I'm gunning
for them dicks upstairs.

If you're not a screw-lover,
I just return to my question.

Why the fuck would you care?

What have you got in mind for 'em?

That'd just ruin the surprise.

Can you guarantee none of
the women would be hurt?

Nuh. I mean, that'd just
make a liar out of me.

Causing more pain won't take yours away.

Just adds more pain in the world.

Is that your manifesto?

More a statement from the heart.

Connors. Police are here to see you.

Thank you for the coffee.

Hey.

If you're going in there to
fuck with my thing, think again.

Recognise this?

You should.

It's got your prints all over it.

Because it's Morelli's.

I threw it in the river.

And then I showed you on
a map where to find it.

I'm not hiding anything.

Rita Connors, you're being charged
with the murder of Paul Morelli.

Oh, come on!

What about all the
fuckin' phone records?

I've given you everything
you need to haul Jones in.

Do your fucking job!

- I assume you know your rights?
- Fuck!

Jesus, Rita.

- Killing a cop?
- It's not how it looks.

And Ruby, accessory to murder?

She was kidnapped, for fuck's sake!

Why didn't you tell
me this was going on?

Why didn't you come to me sooner?

And what could you have done?

I helped your sister when she needed it.

I made the problem go away, but now

I can't fix this.

We knew it was gonna be a risk.

I'm so sorry.

Don't.

- I never should have involved you.
- No, it was me.

I told you to. It's not your fault.

I should have just made
my own bloody statement

and kept you the fuck out of it.

We're in this together, OK?

But Dad...

I let him down.

- Sissy, come here.
- No.

That bloody prick Jones, he's fucked us.

And being stuck in here,
there's fuck all I can do.

Sorry.

Yeah, it's a murder charge, apparently.

So do with that what you will.

So old mate says Connors and her
sister have been charged with murder.

She'll wanna make a plea deal,

use what she knows about me as leverage.

Well, I mean, she'd only be
guessing. She can't prove anything.

- Tell me exactly what you told Marie.
- Why?

Because whatever she knows, Rita knows.

- Well, I didn't fuckin' tell her anything.
- Bullshit.

All those nights together, you
weren't just swapping recipes.

No, we weren't.

'Cos I'd had my heart ripped
out of my fucking chest.

What does she know? Did
you give her any details?

- About the plan?
- No.

- Are you sure?
- Yep.

What did you say about me?

Oh, gosh, let me think. I mean,

she already knew that
you're a stuck-up bitch.

This isn't a fucking joke, Lou.

Did you tell her anything about me?

Come on, I do.

Fuck!

Where's Ferguson?

In there.

Police are here to interview you.

Why?

Fuckin' pigs are everywhere today.

You'd better remember
exactly what you told Marie.

Because I need to know
what I'm up against.

Hey, you want me to read your horoscope?

OK, let me guess what you
are. I don't know, Gemini?

No, I'm a Virgo.

What's happening in there?

No idea. Hopefully they're
tearing her a new one.

What can you tell us about these?

_

- That's me.
- Mm-hm.

And the other passport?

_

- Hey! Hey!
- That is my daughter!

- Where did you find this?
- In a squat,

where the man who assaulted
Ferguson was living.

Oh, shh.

I am patience, I am
wisdom, I am control.

I am patience, I am
wisdom, I am control.

Kill or be killed.

Yes, the phone records,
the DNA, the weapon,

all support your version of events.

But it can also be
twisted to support Jones'.

And at the end of the day,
his is less of a stretch.

That's it.

- We just give up.
- Well, from where I'm sitting,

- your options are bleak.
- And Ruby?

Up to 15 years.

- What if we say I coerced her?
- She won't do it.

- She has to.
- She won't, Rita.

I already raised it.

What's your advice?

I suggest you take a plea.

So you're looking at 25
years for killing a cop.

Ruby, half that.

Now, you know that lawyers and cops

are gonna offer you all sorts
of pissy little reductions

to your sentence, in exchange for info.

But if you can keep
your mouth shut about me,

and that shit you think you know,

in return, I can cut you in on our deal.

You can avoid doing
any more time at all.

Interested?

(GASPS) What the fuck!

- I have a surprise.
- Oh!

- Yeah?
- Are you ready?

- Yeah.
- Are you sure?

Yeah.

Oh! What's that?

- Well, piss on it and find out.
- Oh.

Oh, Boomer, come on!

You're off your food. You're
a bigger sook than usual.

What's going on?

Oi! What's wrong?

What if I'm not?

Well, if you're not,
then we just try again.

I'm too old.

- This is me last chance.
- You don't know that.

Well, that's what all them
science people are saying.

Oh, what, in all those
science books you're reading?

You seeing Gavin tomorrow?

- Yeah.
- So take the test.

Maybe you're a mum right now.

- Don't.
- Don't you wanna find out

so you can start
taking care of yourself?

Give the bubba the best chance?

Come on, you might be pregnant!

- Come on... just do a little wee.
- If you don't wanna do a little one,

you can just go Niagara
Falls on it; it's all right.

- You.
- Just piss on it!

You're fuckin' both
arseholes, aren't ya?

Piss on it! Piss on it!

- Just piss off!
- Piss on it! Piss on it!

- Piss on it!
- Piss on it!

- Love you, Booms.
- Shut up.

Yes! Well done.

(WEEING)

Hey, how'd you go?

- I'm so sorry, Booms.
- Told you I wasn't.

Well, it's OK. We'll find another way.

- Did you wait long enough, though?
- Yeah.

Are you sure? 'Cos it says it
can take up to five minutes.

Yeah, I sang Happy Birthday in me head.

- Three times.
- Hang on, hang on.

Just check it one more time.

- No.
- Come on.

Just one more time.

Stop doing this to me.

It's not gonna make any fuckin'...

There's another line there.

That's, another fuckin' line.

- Oh, my God, does that mean? Am I... ?
- Yes, you are!

- Yeah, I am!
- You're having a baby!

I'm having a baby! I'm having a baby!

Oh, Mama!

Fuck, you're having a baby!

Oi.

- Boomer's gonna be a mum.
- Oh, that's deadly. Good on her.

Hey, you should come out fora bit.

- Close the door, please.
- I'm gonna be a mummy!

You're gonna be a mama!

I reckon the plan's changed.

What plan?

Lou's.

She was gonna kill the guards,

but now that Judy's on board,

they're gonna use her
contacts to escape.

Oh, well, let 'em go.

I know this sounds crazy,

- but maybe I should go with 'em.
- What?

It's our best chance, Roo.

Outside, I can get the dirt to
link Jones to Eddie's murder.

Have you lost your fuckin' mind?

What options do we have? I
can't do shit stuck in here.

So what, you're gonna
make a deal with Judy

after what she did to Allie?

- I get you're pissed off.
- I'm not pissed off.

I'm disgusted.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

But I am confident, Minister,

- that I can turn it around.
- (DOOR OPENS)

In the meantime, I'll have a
close look over those figures.

Yeah. Good.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah, that was the
Minister for Corrections,

busting my tits over failing to deliver.

Right.

- And?
- So how about we fuck those KPIs away?

No. Not here.

- Oh, come on.
- I mean it. Don't.

I should never have done
it in the first place.

I'm sorry. Look, I
really care about Vera.

It's not right, doing
this behind her back.

Oh, we can invite her along if you like.

Get the fuck out of my office.

Did you know Reb still
had two baby teeth?

- No, I didn't.
- Yeah, no big teeth underneath,

so they never fell out.

Anyone know what the time is?

I'm fuckin' starving!

Hey, do you remember ordering,
oh, what were they called?

- Illusions?
- Yeah, no, I do remember them.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I need you,

and I hate myself for it. I
feel like I'm cheating on Reb.

I miss him.

You can trust me.

(KNOCKING) Vera? It's me.

Jake, it's not a good time.

Vera, please, it's really important.

Can you just give me a minute?

- Can't this wait?
- No, it has to come from me.

In private.

Ann has been coming on to me.

Is that it?

And I resisted.

Today. But,

a couple of times, I didn't.

- Is she OK?
- What?

Ann. Is she, how did she seem?

- Well, she's a complete whack job.
- Jake!

- I'm serious, Vera! I'm really worried about her.
- (PHONE RINGS)

- That's her.
- Don't answer it.

Ann?

(SOBBING) I fucked up again, Vera.

Are you OK?

I fucked up again, and
it's all going to shit!

Jake told me what happened.

Ann, I am worried about you.

When you are like this,
things do not end well.

Please, Vera, can you come?

Where are you?

I don't know.

Sierra 7, calling Sierra 5.

Go ahead.

Ann, how much have you had to drink?

- I really need you right now.
- OK.

OK, don't drive, OK? Just
send me your location.

(PHONE CHIMES)

OK, I've got it. Just
please stay where you are.

Jake!

Jake!

Jake. Oh! Did you drink any of that?

- What?
- Did you drink any of this milk?

- No, I didn't get a chance to.
- Are you sure?

Yes! What the fuck, Vera?

I was gonna poison Ferguson with it.

Oh fuck.

The police found passports, Jake.

They found one for Ferguson;
it said Kath Maxwell.

They found one for Grace.

It said Grace Maxwell.

She is never gonna stop, Jake.

She will always be a threat.
That photo was a warning.

What photo?

The one that Murphy took
of us exhuming the grave.

Ferguson sent me a copy. She has it.

I can't lose Grace, Jake. I just can't.

I'm as bad as she is.

- Don't say that, Vera.
- Well, I am!

There was poison in that
bottle. I put it there.

I nearly killed you.

She has driven us all to this point.

This is what she does.

All the evil shit she made me do?

You don't know the half of it.

Will buried her alive,
for Christ's sake!

All of the torture she's
put you through, using me,

using whatever twisted shit she could?

And still you held on to what's right.

You are stronger than all of us, Vera.

You held out, all of this time.

I just want it to be over.

Attention compound, attention compound,

prisoners can now make their way to
the visitors' centre for processing.

♪ When I was a child, I used to say ♪

♪ Only I love, only I want ♪

♪ Everything that I'd see ♪

♪ Growing up was like waking
from the deepest sleep ♪

♪ What if I was in a dream? ♪

♪ Nothing was what it seemed ♪

♪ Now only I want
something to believe in ♪

♪ Now only I long for the feeling ♪

♪ And now only I wanna
wake up into a new day. ♪

(DOOR OPENS)

Where were you? I waited for you.

- You said you'd come.
- Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

- I needed you, Vera.
- I was... ill. I was distracted.

- Do I mean that little to you?
- No.

Oh, you always let me down, Vera.

- Time and time again.
- That is not true.

You say you're my friend,

and then when I really need you,
I spend hours alone in a car.

- I'm sorry.
- You lied to me!

I am sorry I let you down,

but I have had a really tough few days.

Well, you didn't even ask me

what happened, or how I even got home!

You know, I don't need any more
selfish people in my life, Vera.

What I need is a friend, and clearly,

you are not capable of being that.

(SLAM)

WOMAN: I wanna make
a phone call, please!

I have to talk to my boyfriend!

IN CELL OVER: Shut the fuck up, Mansour.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

I wanna make a phone call!

Shit.

Ms Miles, open the door, quick.

Don't you bloody start.
You've got an hour to go.

I've gotta get a message to
Rita. I have to talk to Rita.

- It's life or death.
- Give me a phone!

I'd help Hitler before I'd help you.

- Let me use the phone!
- Shut the fuck up!

Ms Miles, please don't walk away!

- Let me use the phone!
- For fuck's sake! Please!

Give me a phone!

Shut the fuck up!

- Hey.
- Packed your bags?

Ruby told me what you're
thinking of doing with Judy.

- It's not that black and white, Allie.
- Really?

'Cos I've spent all
night thinking about it,

trying to find any shade of grey.

If you trust her,

after all the shit that's happened,
then you're a fucking idiot.

And if by some miracle
she sticks to her word

and you get out of here,

well, good luck to you.

Made an appointment with the governor.

I'm gonna tell him about
Lou and Judy's escape plan.

I need to talk to Rita, please!

Well, you're barking up the wrong tree,

'cos I've got zero desire to...

Why are you telling me this?

I want you to know that I'm not
giving up on my promise to Dad.

Somehow, I'll get us out of here.

Well, I'm glad you're yourself again.

- It's hard being the big sister. I don't know how you do it.
- Oh, tell me about it.

About fuckin' time!

- Give me the phone!
- Shut up!

She's hardly a friend.

Why are you telling me this?

Oi.

Gather round, girls. Nice and tight.

- What's up?
- Yeah, what's going on?

What's this all about, eh?

Over here.

What now?

- What's going on, Lou?
- Come on, snuggle in, everyone.

What's up?

Marie's made us a little recording.

- Yeah?
- What's this?

- Fuck.
- And?

Ah, perfect timing. Bring
her round the campfire.

All right, what's going on?

Now don't you give away any spoilers.

- What?
- What's going on?

My name's Jones. I'm the
head of the Undercover Unit.

I believe you know Rita Connors.

She's hardly a friend.

She was sent in to do a job on you.

What do you mean?

- Connors is working for us.
- What?

- She's an undercover cop.
- No fucking way.

- Oh, what?
- You're a pig!

- Why are you telling me this?
- (BEEP!)

- I'll spare you all
the detective's response.

That bloke is a real mansplainer.

You all get the gist. Rita here's a cop.

Nah. That's not true, eh.

This is bullshit.

- Is it?
- Yeah, it is.

I'm her sister. You think I
would know if she was a cop.

This is Sierra 5. We've got
trouble brewing in the yard.

Who's on the recording, Lou?

- Your brother, role-playing with Marie?
- Nice fuckin' try.

But we all know authority when
we hear it, don't we folks?

- Yeah, we do!
- Fuckin' pig! Fuck you!

So now I know why you
love the screws so much.

You're a filthy fuckin' pig.

Lou, she's not a cop.

- Fuckin' screw lover!
- Just tell 'em, Rita.

Take her down!

- Come on, say it!
- Pig!

- No, leave her alone!
- Get off her! Get off her!

(PRISONERS CLAMOUR)

Stand away from her now!

Rita!

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