Meg is sitting at home drinking a cup of warm milk when Joyce re-enters the room.

Joyce: Meg, are you sure about this?
Meg: never been surer in my life.
Joyce: My mother always wanted me to be a teacher. But coming to Wentworth has been the best move I've made.
Meg: Now I can relax, no more work.
Joyce: We'll all miss you, you know.
Meg: You can always visit.
Joyce: And Dennis will miss your company.
Meg: He doesn't need my company.
Joyce: Well if that is your final decision.

Meg nods her head and smiles.

Joyce: I better get going, I'm meeting with my sister.
Meg: Call back soon.
Joyce: I will.

Joyce bends over and hugs Meg nearly spilling her milk.

In Wentworth Bobbie is in the Governors office.

Ann: And you? You are sure the women will lay off.
Bobbie: Yeah sure miss.
Ann: Well, I see no reason to keep you locked up in isolation.
Bobbie: Oh and Miss, thanks for all your help over the last few weeks.
Ann: It's my job, what can I say?
Bobbie: You've meant a lot to me for the past few days, and I wouldn't have anyone else as governor.
Ann: That's very nice, thank you.
Bobbie: Who will I be sharing a cell with now?
Ann: Oh you are lucky, Marlene and Myra have a spare bed, you can sleep in with them.
Bobbie: Wow, thanks again miss.

Myra is sitting at a table with Marlene and Pixie when Judy and Chrissie walk in.

Judy: She's here Myra.
Myra: Who?
Judy: Marie Winter.
Myra: She won't do a thing don't worry.
Pixie: She seems really nice.
Judy: Yeah she seems to have had a personality change.
Myra: For the good I hope.
Marlene: I never liked baddies in movies.
Myra: Marie is a bit more than a baddie.
Marlene: Why do you say that?
Myra: She is smarter than one.
Judy: Oh, did you speak to Sonia about the coffee urns?
Myra: Yeah supposedly she never did it, She blamed the freak.
Judy: That wouldn't surprise me.
Marlene: Chrissie hows the baby?
Myra: Baby?
Marlene: Yeah she said she was pregnant?
Myra: I never heard that.
Chrissie: Oh, I was only presuming. I feel like I did when I had Elizabeth.
Judy: Well, you need to go see Sister Hall.
Chrissie: Don't worry, I'm already on to it.

Joan walks in to patrol Dinner Duties.

Joan: Latham, Bryant and Mason, sit down or get out.
Chrissie: God knows what put her in that mood.

Marie is walking down the corridor when she see's Reb counting money on the bed.

Marie: In debt are we?
Reb: Hey, you're that Marie….. Winter.
Marie: That's my name.
Reb: Yeah, I sorta am in the poor house.
Marie: Oh, tell me about it.
Reb: Well, this other prisoner Sonia Stevens, I sorta owe her money for blowing her escape attempt.
Marie: Sonia Stevens? Bet she never told you I had an affair with her husbamd..
Reb: Really?
Marie: Yeah, about 7 years ago.
Reb: We could use that against her.
Marie: We could, but we won't.
Reb: Why not?
Marie: Because you my friend are going to help me sort out a little problem.
Reb: What?
Marie: Getting rid of Enemy At The Press so to speak.
Reb: Oh, that bitch.
Marie: Spot on.
Reb: I'll help you if you help me with my money problems.
Marie: Go on then, I'll have a word with Stevens..
Reb: Thanks.

Myra is pushing down the press in the laundry when Bobbie enters to everyones surprise, especially Sonia's.

Marlene: Bobbie! You're back!
Myra: Welcome back!
Bobbie: Thanks, It's good to be back, can't stand being locked up in isolation.
Sonia: You'll be wishing you were back in there soon enough.
Myra: Put a sock in it.
Sonia: I'm just saying, What comes around, goes around.

Judy walks in with a smile on her face.

Judy: I heard you were back!
Bobbie: Judy!

Bobbie walks over and hugs Judy tightly.

Myra: How did the meeting with Reynolds go?
Judy: I'm going to be released in 3 weeks time
Myra: This has been the best day yet.

Sonia walks out with a bad temper.

Judy: Someone is in a bad mood.

Pixie and Chrissie are cleaning the corridors when Joyce walks past.

Pixie: Mrs. Barry!
Joyce: Yes
Pixie: Have you heard the news?
Joyce: What news?
Chrissie: It isn't confirmed yet
Joyce: What is it?
Pixie: Chrissie is pregnant! 
Joyce: You need to go get that checked out.
Chrissie: I Know…
Joyce: Latham?

Chrissie holds her stomach in agony and tries to hide her feelings.

Chrissie: Told you so.

Meg walks into reception and asks for Ann, as she does Ann walks from behind her.

Ann: I wasn't expecting you back so soon.
Meg: I'm afraid I'm not back, And I wont be coming back.
Ann: You're leaving, is it the post in Barnhurst?
Meg: No, nothing like that, I've had enough of Prison Life.
Ann: Have you thought about this thoroughly?
Meg: Yes, I'm just here to clear my things away and hand in my letter of resignation.
Ann: You'll be missed.
Meg: Don't start, Joyce already had a go at me.
Ann: Joyce?
Meg: Yes, I told her last night.
Ann: She never mentioned it.
Meg: I told her not to, better to hear it from me.
Ann: Well, I understand, But please reconsider, we don't want officers like Joan Ferguson winning the battle.
Meg: We've already lost the battle, we lost it when Joan Ferguson was employed.

Ann smiles and takes Meg with her into her office.

Sonia is walking through the corridors, when she is pulled from one of the doorways by Marie Winter.

Marie: I believe I've got a bone to pick with you.
Sonia: and I have one in particular to pick with you. You and my husband.
Marie: Oh give over.
Sonia: You have nothing on me.
Marie: Your failed escape attempt? Hassling Kean?
Sonia: Since when do you become Florence Nightingale.

Marie twists Sonia's arm behind her arm.

Sonia: Ahh! I'll stop
Marie: No You Won't
Sonia: Huh?
Marie: I want some of the cuts that you make from Kean.
Sonia: You're one sly bitch, you know that.
Marie: That's why we will work so well together.

Marie releases Sonia and puts out her hand.

Marie: To screwing up that bitch Kean.

Sonia laughs and puts her hand out. Marie then explained that she was using Reb to get Myra put out of Wentworth and hopefully Kean herself too.

Ann and Meg are still in Ann's office.

Ann: what are you going to do now?
Meg: I've been working on a novel for a while now, maybe I'll finish it.
Ann: If you want to give up being an officer, there is a place going at Fairlea prison as Governor.
Meg: Not now, maybe latter.
Ann: The women will be missing you.
Meg: Yes, I suppose they needed someone else than Joan Ferguson in charge of them.
Ann: Just think, those women left with Joan Ferguson as deputy governor.

Meg sits in the chair and stares into the eyes of Ann Reynolds.

Joan walks into the toilets where Marie and Reb are waiting for Myra.

Joan: You aren't expecting to beat Desmond barehanded?
Reb: Of course we are, there are two of us.
Marie: Come to think of it we might need a little help.
Joan: I'll give you my baton, but you can't attack her in here, there'll be too much patrolling officers.
Marie: Where will we attack her then?
Reb: How about in her cell?
Joan: That's a good as place as any.
Marie: Good, now how do we get her to her cell?
Joan: I'll tell her that one of their own is ransacking her cell.

Joan and the other two walk off out of the toilets.

Chrissie is in the infirmary waiting for Sister Hall.

Chrissie: Bloomin 'eck, Hurry Up.

Lou Kelly then walks out of the other door accompanied by Dennis, she looks at Chrissie with an evil look in her eye.

Lou: bitch!

Sister Hall then reappers.

Sister Hall: Congratulations! You are definitely pregnant!
Chrissie: Wow! I'm goin to have another baby!

Sister Hall smiles.

Joan walks into the rec room where Myra and the others are watching TV.

Joan: I thought you could at least trust your own kind.
Myra: What?
Joan: Mitchell is tearing apart your cell Desmond, she seems to be looking for something.
Myra: What?
Joan: I thought of charging her for damaging other peoples goods but, I thgouht a better punishment would be for you to find her.
Myra: That sly bitch.

Myra stands up and leaves the rec room.

Marlene: You wouldn't think Bobbie would do that.
Judy: She wouldn't.
Picie: Then why did Ferguson say so?
Judy: Quick, they're setting her up.

Chrissie walks into her cell and is shocked to see Lou Kelly in her cell.

Lou: Well, Well, Well.
Chrissie: Why the bloomin heck are you here?
Lou: Just thought I would send a message to your little mothers club.
Chrissie: Watch your sense of humour, it might get back in the infirmary.
Lou: You tell that little bitch of a topdog of yours if she ever lays a hand on me again, she is dogs dinner.

Lou then pushes Chrissie on to her bed and leaves.

Myra walks on in the corridors until she gets to her cell. She then enters.

Myra: Bobbie!
Marie: Fooled You!

The door then slams.

Marie: Desmond, your time's up.
Myra: Oh really.

Reb attacks her from behind with the Baton and knocks her to the floor as Marie watches and laughs. Mya punches Reb and gets up and makes a go for Marie. She throttles Marie around the neck.

Marie: Kean, do something!

Reb collects herself on the ground and looks around, she picks up the kettle.

Reb: Desmond.

Myra turns around only to be battered on the head with the kettle. Myra slowly falls to the floor, her hands clutched, Marie and Reb fled the scene as Myra lies motionless on the ground.

-he used to give me roses-