Wentworth

- What are you doin' about Sonia? - I'm workin' on it.

What's there to work on?

She killed Sharon.

I need a phone.

Kosta. She's got a phone, she was usin' it for fight club.

- Right. Can you source it? - Reckon I can source it.

I haven't slept. I haven't slept since Ferguson.

- You know it was me. - I know.

I buried her alive!

Rumours about police corruption.

Well, Marshal, you should ask Liz about that. She knows all about it.

You gave evidence at my trial. Who put you up to that?

- D-Don. - Detective Don Kaplan.

You were Witness X, weren't you, Liz?

I give you Witness X!

- No, no, no, no, no, Sonia! - Lagger, lagger, lagger, lagger...

Don Kaplan's been arrested. His cases are now tainted.

I think I'll have you out of here in 48 hours.

You're fucked. You're not going anywhere.

When Spike gets out of the slot tomorrow,

I'm gonna put it to the women.

You could be out in two days...

or dead in one.

You remember what they did to Ferguson.

You could be out in two days...

or dead in one.

I want protection.

I'd like to be moved to a secure unit.

- Have you been threatened? - My charges are about to be dropped.

In a few days, I will be a free woman.

I don't want anyone getting jealous, lashing out.

Spike Baxter is being released from isolation today.

- Does that have anything to do with this? - Why would she?

I am aware of certain rumours

concerning you and Sharon Gilmour.

Sadly, Liz Birdsworth is delusional.

Why would I do such a thing? Why would I butcher Gilmour?

There's no motive, no evidence.

You won't find my prints on the murder weapon.

Ms Bennett...

I am not a killer.

Well, until I get official word

from the DPP, you'll be staying where you are,

unless you have a more compelling argument.

Right, we're done, then. Mr Stewart...

would you take, ah, Stevens back to her unit?

Uh, what is maintenance doing about this heating?

Ah, it's still on the blink. The contractor's on the roof now.

Can you tell him to get a move on?

What happened to your pips?

Um...

dry-cleaners must have forgotten them. Just get Stevens downstairs.

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Yes, Governor?

I need you to get one of the officers to pull more CCTV.

Any footage following Gilmour's murder,

but prior to the cell toss when we found the weapon.

Absolutely.

- So, what have you done? - Sorry?

That's the look I usually get.

Birdsworth, your appointment, doctor's here.

Do you want me to come with you?

Why?

- You gonna hold her hand? - Shut up, Kosta.

Still haven't told us why you're protecting

- a fuckin' lagger. - Shut the fuck up, Kosta.

Sit down, Kosta.

Be with you in a second, Liz.

Are you serious?

All right, everyone, here's the deal:

from now on you leave Liz alone or you'll have me to answer to, right?

Spread the word. I'm fuckin' serious.

- OK, Kaz. - Whatever you say.

One warning. That's all you get.

Can I help you?

Actually, I think we can help each other.

There's a logical reason Kaz didn't punish Liz Birdsworth:

she's a lagger herself.

Don't you remember when Will Jackson interrupted her fight with Kosta?

She's his informant.

Haven't you noticed their private little chats?

And if I'm not mistaken,

Kaz is the only person standing between you and Allie.

Look, if we work together,

we can expose Kaz for the hypocrite that she is.

How?

By forcing her to punish someone she really cares about...

Allie.

Well, she won't go through with it.

She'll tip off Mr Jackson, and when he intervenes,

she'll be publicly exposed.

- I won't risk Allie being hurt. - It'll never happen, that's my point.

And if I'm right,

Kaz will lose all remaining respect from the women.

She will be deposed.

And if you're wrong?

If I'm wrong, and that's a big if,

then Kaz will have punished her best friend.

And poor Allie will need a warm shoulder to cry on.

Well, we've got your test results back, Liz.

You've developed a type of... a younger-onset dementia.

I... I... have a disease.

Well, it explains all of your symptoms:

the fatigue, the confusion, disorientation.

I-I have a disease. I'm not crazy.

Uh, what's the treatment?

Well, we can help Liz live with the condition,

but at the moment I'm afraid we can't cure it.

Liz, this condition is irreversible...

and ultimately it will be fatal.

Oh.

How long have I got?

Uh, it's impossible to say.

Over time, the severity of your symptoms will increase,

but you'll also have periods of lucidity, at least for a few months...

I will talk to the Governor about

how to make you more comfortable here,

but eventually you have to move

- to a psychiatric facility. - Oh, no, no, I'm not goin' to some loony bin.

OK.

- She's not leaving us. We're her family. - Yeah.

OK.

I've prepared some more information, if you'd like to read it.

Thank you, Doctor.

I really am sorry.

Thank you.

Wasn't expecting you out so soon.

You wanna have another go,

plenty of officers around to

- drag you back to the slot. - Now, let's not cause a scene, ladies.

Well, now I'm back, you can piss off.

- And why would I do that? - Hey, you look at me.

Now, you get back on the phones,

'cause someone out there has tipped off the cops.

I want you to find out who it is, I want them shut down.

What if there is no rat?

What if the cops tapped our phone?

It's Kosta's, how would they know you were using it?

- Do ya reckon she'll fight? - Nah.

- They could be tapping that skank. - Yeah, and she's some prized target.

And the Russians are probably tapping her, too.

- Who the fuck asked you? - Either way, we can't have the cops listening in.

- We could, um, bring in another phone. - Nah, we can't risk that.

We just need to lay low, let the dust settle.

I'll get rid of it.

- She doesn't have it in her. - No, that's OK.

I think I might have one last use for that.

Let's test your theory.

Uh...

Allie better not get hurt.

Er, and there is one other thing,

I have tried to broach it with the prisoner concerned,

but she won't discuss it with me.

Liz Birdsworth.

You want me to talk her into going

- to psych unit? - The doctor thinks it's best.

That doctor doesn't know her, he's covering his arse.

I mean, it's still so early. If...

She needs familiar surroundings and faces

or she's gonna get worse a lot quicker.

She could become a danger to herself or to the other women.

Not with me looking out for her.

Please, do not send her there until you have to.

She will be safe with me.

I swear.

I'll need to think about it.

It's warmer out here than it is in there!

Yeah.

Oh, I guess he's fixing it.

Yeah.

What have they been sayin' about me?

This lot?

I just told them you'd been stressed.

I don't want 'em knowin' the truth. Not till I get my head around it.

Sure.

I have to tell my kids.

Do you want me to speak to the Governor? She can organise a visit.

No, I need some time.

But I'm gonna beat this fuckin' thing, Kaz,

I don't care what that doctor says.

I am not going anywhere. Right?

Yeah. Yeah.

Mwah. Mwah.

- Fuck that doctor. Yeah. - Fuck that doctor.

Warmer now. I hope they've fixed the heating in there, hey?

What are you talkin' about? You hot already.

- Oh, get a room, dykes. - Jealous much?

Fuck, that's my phone.

- Don't look at me! I didn't put it in there. - It was in your hoodie.

- Hey, back off. - She's a thief.

- What the fuck?! I didn't take it. - Hey.

Cut it out.

- What's happened? - This bitch had my phone

- all along. She's lyin'. - Hey, she said she didn't take it.

All right, stop.

What are you gonna do about it, top dog?

Gonna protect her like you protect your lagger over there?

- Did you have her phone? - No!

Bullshit, it was in your hoodie.