I need you to tell the governor about Stewart.
He's the deputy governor!
Will Jackson told Vera I'm dealing.
I can't remember.
- Tell her! - Mr Jackson!
He's not at home, not answering his phone and no-one's seen him.
Don is officially missing.
(DISTORTED AUDIO) Oh, Liz!
- I know Sonia did it. - What did she do, Liz?
She killed Detective Kaplan, Ms Bennett.
If we leave these boxes out...
Oh, yeah, that's good.
I'm gonna catch you red-handed, OK, and then Vera will find out.
You see, Vera and me,
we're living together.
You can't touch me!
You're the one who tipped off Jake, aren't you?
You want revenge on him so badly,
it is distorting your thinking.
My thinking? You're the one who's fucking a drug dealer!
What... what is that? That...
Oh, it's a kite.
It means freedom.
SONG: ♪ You don't know me
♪ When I don't know you
♪ You don't know me
♪ When I don't know you
♪ You're calling me in
♪ And you're catching me out
♪ You're calling me in
♪ And you're catching me out
♪ You're calling me in
♪ And you're catching me out
♪ You don't know me
♪ When I don't know you. ♪
(HEAVY ROCK MUSIC)
(SILENCE)
(EERIE, UNEASY MUSIC)
Go harder.
(DOOR OPENS)
Morning, Vera.
Mr Channing. The gatehouse said you were coming up.
- Can I offer you a coffee? - Long macchiato would be good.
Could you make a coffee for Mr Channing?
WOMAN ON INTERCOM: Certainly.
Now, I'm here to investigate a rather disturbing complaint.
Yes, from Will Jackson.
What the fuck is going on with your staff, Vera?
He's accusing your acting deputy of being a drug supplier.
Yeah, and I can assure you
there is no truth to that allegation.
And you know this because you're banging the accused?
It is true that Mr Stewart and I have a private relationship,
but there's nothing in the regulations...
I don't give a rat's arse about the regulations,
but I do care if it's clouding yourjudgement.
No, it isn't.
Mr Stewart's work record speaks for itself.
He has been an excellent deputy
and I have found absolutely no cause
to doubt his integrity as an officer.
- We'll see. - Right.
I'll need an office to conduct my inquiries.
OK, I will have one of the admin offices prepared.
No, I'd prefer the hearing room.
You can bring my coffee in there.
FERGUSON: Derek!
I wondered when you'd show up.
- Why do you say that? - (ELEVATOR DINGS)
Well, the prison's in a shambles -
all down to poor management skills
and an utter lack of leadership, I'd say.
Well, at least it's not on fire.
How do you know Mike Pennisi?
Who?
These are my posts. How did you get them?
I got permission to access the net
to prove that chick provoked you.
Wow! (CHUCKLES)
You got influence.
ThiS QUY-
- How do you know him? - I don't.
He's just some random guy who responded to one of my posts.
It's an incredible coincidence. It's doing my head in.
Do you know him?
Yeah, he was the guy I supposedly murdered.
But I didn't.
I believe you.
Well, that makes you an endangered species.
Yeah, well, I am rare and exotic.
It's a bummer. I was hoping you could shed some light.
Sorry. I've never met the guy.
JAKE: It's all horseshit!
Sorry, sir.
So why do you think Jackson is saying these things about you
if there's not a shred of truth in it?
I know why - he's had his nose out of joint
ever since I got promoted to act in his position.
So that's your explanation, is it?
Professional jealousy?
Not so professional. He's really got it in for me.
He shoved me up against a wall yesterday.
- You reported that? - No.
- I'm not the vindictive type. - Yeah, that's right.
You're a lover, not a fighter, huh?
I will say Jackson is the only staff member
with a history of drug use and charges on his record.
CHANNING: Noted.
But just so you know, I will be interviewing
all the staff in relation to this matter.
Good. Thanks for the heads-up.
You're welcome.
(DOOR OPENS)
Oh, and, uh... good luck with that, sir.
(LOWLY) Turk, we've got a bit of a situation here.
I need you to hold off on the deliveries for the time being.
What fucking situation?
Oh, we've got the regional manager in. He's investigating.
Well, you can tell him to stick his head
up a dead bear's fucking arse and investigate that.
I'm trying to run a fucking business, you shithead!
Yeah, I know. I'm just...
- (PHONE BEEPS) - Oi!
VERA: Jake?
- What's going on? - Ohh...
Are you alright?
Yeah, yeah. I've just got a bit of a headache. That's all.
Well, what happened with Channing?
- You said you'd come tell me. - Oh, shit.
I'm sorry. I forgot.
Well, I hope you're taking this seriously. Mud sticks.
I am taking it seriously.
Very seriously indeed.
I know you won't be happy with me bringing Channing in...
Oh, 10 points for perception, Will.
Believe it or not, this is in your best interests as well.
How do you figure that?
Look, I was totally out of line
with that accusation yesterday, OK,
and I apologise.
You're a good governor, Vera,
but Stewart will bring you down if you don't wake up to him.
(SCOFFS) Look, I am wide awake, thank you very much,
and I can see that your disgruntlement
has got the better of you.
- It's got nothing to do with it. - Really?
Because you seem hell-bent on destroying
two very fine careers - Mr Stewart's and your own -
for no reason.
(LOCK BEEPS)
(WOMEN CHATTER AND YELL NEARBY)
(PENSIVE MUSIC)
P.A.: Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
Phones are now available for use.
FRANKYI Hey.
Franky.
(WHISPERS) I need to borrow the mobile.
- What mobile? - I know Tina's got one stashed.
Unbelievable.
You only speak to me when you want something.
- Kimmy... - Fuck off.
Kimmy, please. There's no-one else who can help me.
- It's really important. - Who do you wanna call?
- Bridget. - (SCOFFS) The fuckin' slag.
- She's not a slag. - She resigned.
What, did she dump you 'cause you're back in here?
We broke up, yeah... but it was mutual.
It was too hard, for both of us.
Yeah, sucks being you.
Now you know how it feels.
Kimmy, |didn't want to hurt you.
I just fell in love with her.
It was the first time I ever let myself go there.
And it just wasn't something I could control, you know?
(SCOFFS)
That's how I felt about you, Franky, once.
Then please, please let me use that phone.
If you won't fuck off, I'm leaving.
- (DOOR OPENS) - Morning.
Appreciate you coming in.
I hope I can help.
Now...
...now it says here
you had counselling sessions with Mr Jackson.
Why?
Governor Bennett made it a condition of his return to work.
After he was suspended for a positive drug test?
Yes.
So in your professional opinion, was Jackson...
...resentful of the acting deputy?
Would he be likely to fabricate allegations against him?
I can't disclose
what was confidentially discussed in those sessions.
So that's a yes?
I think you're putting words in my mouth.
In the absence of your own.
Come on, Ms Westfall.
Just give me something here.
Well... Pfft! (CHUCKLES)
What I can tell you is that Mr Jackson's only anger
was directed towards himself
for having made the mistake of taking drugs.
So the allegations?
He must believe he had sufficient grounds.
And what about you - did you ever have
any knowledge or suspicion
that Mr Stewart was supplying drugs to the prisoners?
None whatsoever, no.
- (LOCK BUZZES) - WILL: Stewart's not gonna last.
The regional manager's here. He's investigating.
Hmph, think he'll get to the truth?
Well, he should. He's a tough prick.
I hope he nails his arse to the wall.
I don't have your faith in the system.
Call me a radical feminist sceptic.
- Oh, I've called you worse. - Huh, I remember.
If this doesn't work, you've got no moves left.
Yeah.
Franky?
Two minutes. I'll wait outside.
Thank you.
No problem.
Oh, please pick up, please pick up.
(RINGING TONE)
- BRIDGET: Hello. - Gidget, it's me.
- How did you get through? - Hey, I'll explain later.
- I've only got two minutes. - Franky...
FRANKY: I know you don't want to talk to me.
I'm just desperate for your help.
(DOOR OPENS)
Here she is.
Thanks for coming.
I wish I could say no.
(LOWLY) So, um, what was it on the phone
you couldn't talk about?
You remember that new prisoner Iman?
Mm-hm.
So I'm helping her with some legal advocacy stuff
and I find out she's got
a social media connection to Mike Pennisi.
THE Mike Pennisi?
How is that a coincidence?
That's a mother of a coincidence.
Now, I know it's a long shot,
but I reckon it's worth looking into her background.
That's what I said on the phone, Franky -
it's a job for your lawyer.
That's the name of her therapist.
I want you to talk to her.
I just want to know if Iman knew Pennisi.
That's it. No confidential shit.
I don't know this woman.
If I start asking questions about one of her clients,
she could report me to the psych board.
Just explain to her you've got a client in prison
for a murder she didn't commit.
If you were a client, I wouldn't be sitting here.
Please, Gidge.
It's my only lead.
It could be the difference
between freedom and 20 years in here.
OK.
(DARK, TENSE MUSIC)
(SIGHS)
LIZ: Hey.
- You're missing dinner. - I'm not hungry.
I heard you got a date for your committal hearing.
Oh, the prison grapevine.
If only the NBN was as fast.
Well, I'm here as your peer worker, if you'd like to chat.
I'd have hoped you'd be here as my friend, Liz.
Yeah, well, you know, that... that too.
You're the only real friend I have in here, you know?
I can't imagine why the governor saw fit
to put me in here with Kaz and her gang of nutcrackers.
Why don't I make us a cup of tea?
Do you want a Fruitalicious?
No. I think I need something a little... harder.
A new delivery of my special shampoo.
(SONIA SIGHS)
- Take a seat. - No, no, no.
- None... none for me, thanks. - Oh, come on! One won't hurt.
No, Sonia, I'm not much of a drinker these days.
18 years old.
Smoky... (INHALES DEEPLY) ..like a cigarette.
Oh, sweet Jesus...
Oh, for God's sake, Liz.
Stop standing there like a statue and sit down.
I do feel like a chat.
You're not drinking, Liz.
Just have a little sip. It's sublime.
Hey, you know... you know the obsessive cop you told us about?
Will he be at the committal hearing?
I told you, he's gone.
Yeah, but when you say 'gone', what do you mean?
Gone.
No, no, I'm still fine.
Huh! I'm gonna go to bed, then, if you won't drink with me.
Actually, just as well - the more I drink,
the more I tend to shoot off at the mouth.
Well, no, don't...
Well, I mean...
Fuck it. I'll just...
- Ooh! - (CHUCKLES)
(LIZ EXHALES SHARPLY)
Oh... Ooh.
Hm, that is, um...
- That's smoky. - Yeah.
How... how can you be sure
that that cop won't turn up?
Because...
(WHISPERS) ..| killed him.
(STAMMERS) You... you did?
Yeah.
How?
Well, you really want the gory details?
Yes.
Well...
...| had to drug him first, of course.
Quite a big fella.
And then I drove him
to a little secluded lake I know in South Gippsland.
It's quite lovely. It's the middle of nowhere. Beautiful.
And I simply pushed him out of the car
onto a tarp - very easy.
I bludgeoned him into unconsciousness
with a tree branch - not so easy.
And I simply rolled his body in a weighted-down tarp
and pushed him off the jetty into the water.
Done!
(LIZ BREATH ES SHAKILY)
(VOMITS)
(WEEPS)
(MUFFLED SOBBING)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Excuse me, Governor. I've got Liz Birdsworth to see you.
For God's sake, Linda, not now.
I have got enough on my plate without...
She's quite distressed. She said it's a matter of life and death.
- What's it about? - I don't know.
Was I supposed to ask?
No. Great to see you using your initiative.
- Send her in. - LINDA: She'll see you now.
Alright?
OK, I've got limited time, Liz. What's the problem?
(LIZ SPEAKS TEARFULLY) It's... it's Sonia.
Last night, she confessed to killing Don... Detective Kaplan.
- Oh, Liz. - I knew she did it.
And I told you, but hearing her actual confession...
Fuck, that was something else.
And she went into all the frickin' details too.
- Poor Don! - Liz, I don't know what to do.
You have to get the police involved, Ms Bennett.
You gotta get 'em in here now.
And I'll sign the statement. I'll make a statement.
Do you really want to go down that rabbit hole again?
What rabbit... rabbit hole? What the heck? What do you mean?
Claiming that Sonia confessed another murder to you.
Given the last time, you don't think
you might have some credibility issues?
No, don't say that. Please, don't say that.
Oh, Liz... OK, Liz?
Liz? OK.
I know you're concerned about Detective Kaplan.
Yeah, I...| am.
You might just be creating more trouble for yourself.
Yeah, fight
(BREATHES SHAKILY) Yeah.
So fucking up the first time has bit me on the arse.
That's what you're saying.
Oh, I knew she did it.
- (POWER TOOLS WHIRR) - (WOMEN SHOUT INDISTINCTLY)
(HAMMERING AND WHIRRING)
Hey, boss?
- Can I go to the toilet? - Yeah, go.
(TENSE MUSIC)
BOOMER: Hold it right there.
I said hold your frickin' horses, Novak!
What? I thought you didn't want us to waste time.
- Step away from the bench! - What is this?
This is quality control, alright?
What the fuck?
Where are the frickin' planter boxes, Goldfish?
What, aren't they in there?
Oh, fuck! Sorry. |...| must have...
And where's Franky?
- (DOOR OPENS) - BOOMER: Franky?!
What the fuck are you doing?
- Just goin' to the pisser. - Yeah, right.
You missed the pisser 'cause it's back there, eh?
And Why'd you bring the boxes with ya?
FRAN KY: They were just in my hands. I just...
Get 'em back out there.
- Can I just, um... - Now!
Alright!
You're the boss... and |ovin' it!
Were neither of you paying attention at the briefing?
We got our first delivery going out next week.
I don't want anyone cocking that up for us.
- BOOMER: OK? - Yep.
I think it's best if you find a new work unit.
I can think of plenty of women
who'll show the kind of commitment we require here.
Sonia, we're sorry.
We stuffed up. But it won't happen again. I guarantee it.
You're right. It won't happen again.
- You're out. - What?!
Aren't you forgetting that I saved this entire project?
I could just as easily unsaveit
What do you think, Susan?
Do we let them stay?
I guess.
What's goin' on, Franky?
I'm just trying to help Iman with her defence.
Nup. Don't give me that acting-dumb stuff, alright?
I know you're not stupid.
You and Allie are up to something.
What happened with the boxes was a mistake, Booms.
- I'm sorry. - Don't you bullshit me.
Come on, Booms! You're my number one. You know that.
- I'm your number one? - Yeah.
"Am I? 'Yes!
How come you spend all your time
hanging out with Goldilocks, then?
Oh, what's it to you?
You turned into a Iezzo or something, have ya?
Come... come here.
- No. - Come here.
I just feel sorry for her 'cause of what happened with Red, OK?
Come here. I've neglected ya.
- Yeah. - Yes.
- Yeah, you have. - Yeah.
I've missed ya.
I'm sorry.
Look, this charge is doing my head in
and I gotta find a way to beat it, Booms,
or I'm gonna end up dead.
P.A.: Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
Count will commence in 10 minutes.
You know, I...
This is the first time in my whole life
that I've...
...I've been good at something,
except for breaking heads, you know?
- And you're ace at that. - No, I'm serious, alright?
Someone has seen something that's smart in me.
I'm not just a bonehead bruiser.
- I didn't mean that! - Listen!
I've been given responsibility
and for once - for once - I feel special.
Yeah? Like... like people are actually looking up to me.
That's awesome, Booms.
I'm happy for ya.
So I'm just sayin' don't screw that up for me, OK?
Oh... (NEAR-SILENTLY) ..fuck.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Did you forget your key again?
Where's Jake?
I'm afraid Jake's not home at the moment.
- You can call back another time. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Get... get out of my house!
- Where is he?! - I told you, he's not here.
If you don't leave now, I will call the police.
Jake!
Oh, shit. No, you don't!
-Hey!
- Give it here. - Get off!
Bitch! Give it to me, bitch!
- Ohh! - Now listen here.
Me and Jakey had a fucking deal.
If he wants to renege,
tell him he still owes me that fucking money.
- Let me go. - No, no.
You tell him Turk said pay up or he's a fucking dead man.
(GAS PS)
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)
(DOOR SLAMS)
Ohh...
JAKE: Vera?
Vera?
Hey.
You OK?
I had a visit from a man called...
...Turk.
- I don't think he was Turkish. - Oh, fuck.
He didn't hurt you, did he?
Thank God. If that fucking mongrel had...
Um, he said to tell you that if you don't pay up,
you're a "dead man".
Fuck me.
- Vera, I am so sorry. - Mn-mn.
So then I started thinking about what Will had been saying.
That man is a drug dealer, isn't he?
No. God, Vera, no.
You've got this all wrong. He's a...
(SIGHS) Look, you're probably right.
I think he might be a criminal.
But I didn't know it at the time.
It's not drugs. He...
|...| needed money fast for the microbrewery
and... and...
He's a dodgy loan shark.
He is. Trust me.
(QUIETLY) Nah, I don't...
...| don't know if I believe you.
Well, I...
I can't tell you what to believe.
Hmph.
I can only tell you the truth.
And it IS the truth.
So why don't you pay him back?
Well, when the first one fell over,
I was hoping to get another one, like, fast and...
Vera, I am so sorry.
How did he even find you? Did you give him this address?
No! Of course I didn't give him this address.
He's... The guy's connected.
Please, Vera, you have to believe me.
I am sorry, Vera. I will sort this out.
OK? I'll fix this, I promise.
- JAKE: Come on. - (VERA WEEPS)
I really care about you, Vera.
(MENACING MUSIC)
JAKE: You motherfucker!
I told you I had a problem at work.
You do not come to my fucking house!
Hey, you need to settle, Jakey boy.
Your nuts'|| explode.
She's the fucking governor, ya mong.
(CHUCKLES) That's your problem!
Mate, you've been smoking too much of your own shit.
Take your fucking money.
Our little arrangement is over. I'm out.
And don't you ever come near her again.
She has got you all jizzed up, hasn't she?
So touching. (CHUCKLES)
See, the thing is
I'd be crazy to turn my back
on such a lucrative customer base as Wentworth.
See, those captive markets are hard to find.
Now, I may be a little mad, but I'm not crazy,
and you will be out when I say you're out.
Otherwise, you'll end up in a fucking box.
So what's it gonna be, huh?
Fucking kill me if you want to.
Hm.
I'm out.
Yeah? (CHUCKLES)
(CLICK)
- (LIGHTER CLINKS) - (LAUGHS)
Oh, yeah, prick.
(DOOR OPENS)
You wanted to see me, sir?
Oh, yeah, mate. Grab a seat.
Just an informal chat to bring you up to speed.
How's the investigation going?
Well, it seems like we've got a corrupt officer in the mix.
Any idea who it is?
Mr Jackson, he held a little, urn, sting operation.
Identified a hygiene services worker as a possible conduit.
- Right! - Yeah.
So we interviewed her and she rolled over
and admitted there was an aborted attempt
to bring drugs into the prison on the day of the sting.
- OK. Why aborted? - Oh, she was tipped off.
Got a phone call an hour prior to the supposed delivery.
- We got the number. - Right.
- So you know it wasn't mine. - No, no.
No, in fact it was a dead end. Didn't match anyone here.
It what's called a burner mobile.
Yeah, like a... an unregistered pre-paid.
Bingo. You're catching on.
Interesting.
So I saved the number.
(CLICKS)
(PHONE BUZZES)
(BUZZING CONTINUES)
CHANNING: Well, well. Blow me down.
(BUZZING CONTINUES LOUDLY)
(BUZZING STOPS)
Fact is, son, there were whispers about you
back in your old Walford days.
But you shot through before the shit hit the fan.
But there we have it. I'd say you're royally FUCKED!
Are you gonna have me arrested?
No.
I'm gonna make you an offer.
One you'd be stupid to refuse.
You can continue on with your business uninterrupted.
But I want a 20% cut of the profits.
FRANKY: I could get used to this, seeing you every day.
I could never get used to it, not after what we had.
But maybe I won't have to.
What, you found something?
Zoe Taylor ran a group counselling course
for people who suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder.
Alright.
Iman attended that course,
dealing with "war-related refugee trauma",
is how Zoe put it.
- So nothing to do with Pennisi. - Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Pennisi attended the same sessions for burns trauma.
-Holy shit.
They both attended for a period of about 18 months.
Oh, they knew each other, alright.
Iman lied to me.
Mm-hm.
- Huh! - (LOCK BUZZES)
Thanks.
I just saw Stewart coming out of a meeting with Channing.
- And? - He looked sick.
I think he's gone.
Here's hoping.
(LOCK BEEPS)
Why are you still here?
You're fighting a losing battle.
P.A.: The canteen is now open for C Block.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(FRANKY MUTTERS) Fuck.
What are you doing in my cell?
You stole this from me.
And you lied to me about Pennisi. You did know him.
Yeah, I knew him.
So stop fuckin' lying and tell me what you knew about him!
- Oh! - Huh!
(BOTH GRUNT)
Arggh! (GROANS)
(FRANKY GRUNTS) Ugh! Oh!
IMAN: Huh! Ugh!
Oh, you took him away from me...
...the only good thing I ever had.
"Arsgh! —Ohh!
No!
What are you talking about?!
(IMAN YELLS)
When he couldn't find work when he couldn't leave his house.
(BOTH SHOUT)
- You were his girlfriend? - He was obsessed with you!
(IMAN YELLS)
He even had a shrine to you all over the wall.
You don't touch this!
(BOTH EXCLAIM)
FRAN KY: Get Off!
Ugh!
- You destroyed us. - Don't touch any of this!
Mike is dead because of you.
- I didn't kill Mike! - No.
Mike?
- I did. - (SCREAMS)
What?
(GRUNTS) Ohh!
No...
FRANKY: Ugh!
Arggh! Arggh!
Oh-oh!
Don't do this!
It's the only reason I'm here.
(IMAN MOANS)
(BOTH STRAIN)
- Arggh! - (MOANS)
(IMAN YELLS)
(FRAN KY PANTS)
(IMAN WHIMPERS)
(SHIV CLATTERS)
(IMAN GASPS)
It was her.
She killed Pennisi.
So I heard.
She could tell them it wasn't you.
Yeah.
But she won't be telling them anything.
Oh...
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
DETECTIVE ANSARI: So, Francesca, you're claiming
this one was self-defence?
- No. - It wasn't self-defence?
No, I fought Iman after she attacked me with a shiv.
But I didn't kill her. That was Ferguson.
- Joan Ferguson? - Yes!
Just check the CCTV. You can see her going into the cell.
I think my client has been quite clear about this.
- Can we move on, please? - Why did Iman attack you?
Iman was Mike Pennisi's girlfriend.
Isn't that the guy you killed?
FRANKY: I didn't fuckin' kill him.
You're yet to prove those charges, Detective.
He was stalking me.
He had a shrine of pictures he'd taken of me all over his wall.
She got jealous, she shot him.
With your gun?
A gun I'd previously handled.
Yeah, so how did she get this previously handled gun?
He saw me dump it and he took it home.
(SCOFFS) Well, it's an interesting story.
I said he was stalking me!
Well, it's just strange, isn't it,
that no-one we questioned - friends, family, neighbours -
no-one mentioned that Pennisi had a girlfriend.
I'd be surprised with a face like that.
ANSARI: Basically, he was a recluse.
There was no shrine, Francesca.
It didn't exist.
FERGUSON: Well, I returned to my unit
and, uh, I heard a commotion from an adjoining cell.
What sort of commotion?
It sounded like a fight, a struggle...
...a strangled cry.
And what happened then?
Well, I went to |man's cell to investigate and I...
...| saw Doyle standing over |man's body on the floor.
ANSARI: And she was dead?
I assumed so, yes.
Another inmate, Tina Mercado, she arrived at the same time.
She... she pushed the panic button.
She'll be able to verify the accuracy of my statement.
ANSARI: Mm.
FRANKY: Fuck, I didn't do it.
MILES: Come on, come on.
- I didn't fuckin' do it! - Alright, come on!
(FRAN KY GRUNTS)
FRANKY: I didn't fuckin' kill lman!
Ferguson did it!
You know it was Ferguson!
MILES: Jesus Christ, Doyle, calm down!
You all know what she's capable of!
- LINDA: Get in there! - FRAN KY: Fuck!
(ON MONITOR) You know what she's capable of!
You know she did it!
She's out of control.
She's a freak.
(EXHALES HEAVILY)
CHANNING: What sort of a shithouse is Vera running here?
Those bitches are out of control.
I can't believe Doyle would do something like this, sir.
Well, that's up to the police to sort out.
I've completed my investigation.
That's great. So, uh, what are you gonna do about Mr Stewart?
I've found no evidence
to support any wrongdoing by Mr Stewart.
Wait. You're kidding me, right?
What about the hygiene services woman?
Well, she couldn't identify
any of our officers as being involved.
So, what, he gets off scat-free?
Will, look, I understand in view of your... accusations
it might be awkward for you to remain under Jake as deputy.
So you going to transfer him?
No.
I was suggesting that you might want to consider a transfer.
If it helps, I'd be more than happy to fast-track it for you.
I'll save you the trouble.
I'll resign.
Fuck the lot of them!
You can't resign. That... that just lets them win.
It's just pointless.
I actually used to believe in this shit, you know,
the system, justice being served...
But there is no justice.
And the system? It protects the corrupt bastards!
God, you sound like me.
You wanna join the Red Right Hand?
You know what? Maybe you were right all along.
In your view of the world, the right people got punished.
And I wound up here.
Yeah, but you're not propping up a steaming turd.
I've fuckin' had it.
Listen, Will, you cannot resign.
- Oh, shit. - Will, fuck.
I know you're angry and disillusioned
and at the end of your tether right now,
but with Stewart as deputy governor
and Ferguson as top dog,
the women need you now more than ever!
They can find another mug, OK, 'cause it's fuckin' futile!
I need you.
Will, look at me.
I need to know
that there is at least one good guy
on the other side of those bars.
Hey, Tina!
You know the screws reckon Doyle snapped |man's neck?
Franky's fuckin' psycho!
- BOOMER: Shut ya mouth! - Hey, listen up!
Everybody, shut up!
Don't listen to bullshit rumours, OK?
Franky didn't do this, I swear to God.
- Yeah, then who did, huh? - Yeah.
I don't fucking know. Maybe you did!
- WOMAN: You're fuckin' nuts. - ALLIE: Maybe she fuckin' did!
- Who killed Iman? - Stop spreading bullshit...
Don't fucking touch me!
(ALL STOP TALKING)
(UNEASY MUSIC)
Things are spinning out of control. Can you feel it?
(SIGHS)
CHANNING: Vera, your management is in a bit of a state.
Drugs, assaults, murders...
I'm going to have to sideline you.
And I'm going to assume the role of acting governor.
(KEYS JINGLE)
Francesca Doyle, I'm here to formally charge you
with the murder of Iman Farah.
I must inform you that you do not have to say or do anything,
but anything you say or do may be given in evidence.
(DARK, PENSIVE MUSIC)
Doyle's saying you killed Iman.
Fuck, Joan. Why?
It had the desired effect.
Vera being sidelined?
Everything is moving according to plan.
All that remains...
...is for me to deliver the coup de gréce.