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You know the Kray twins?

Who would you back in a
fight, Gaz, Reggie or Ronnie?

Ooh. Fists or weapons?

Fists.

Is Ronnie on or off his meds?

Oh, erm, he's on.

God, has someone died?

No, but it's early.
You the new sprog?

- The what?
- Told you, didn't I?

Hello, love. It's Miss Gill, right?

Yeah. Told him what?

Why would you want
to be a prison officer?

Cos I'm really good at
shutting up dickheads.

Jackie Stokes. That's Gary,
Ali, and Don. Welcome to Hell.

All right?

Fantastic. Here, this means
we can unlock, now, Jax, right?

Yeah, hopefully, yeah.

We haven't had enough staff to
let the lads out the last few days.

Right, but I were
told to come in early

to get an induction from
the Supervising Officer?

- It won't go under, Michael.
- It will, Miss.

Well, it might have if you
hadn't stuck the pages together.

That weren't me. It's rented.

- If you could just give it a nudge...
- It's contraband.

Oh, haven't you got more important
things to do, Miss Henry?

I'd have to go Ron.
He was heavier.

Yeah, but Reg was cleverer.

Yeah, but Ron was madder,
even when he was medicated,

and neither of them
were that bastard bright

or they wouldn't have died in prison.

Nothing that can't wait.

We gonna get out today, Miss?

I hope so. Can you
pass us some tissue?

- I'm not touching it without gloves.
- Hey. You sound like my wife.

- What have we got here?
- Here. Look lively.

Right, quick, sprog, pick a
number between one and 20.

- Why? 10?
- Quick.

Morning, Boss.

OK? Yeah, that chap
we're having overnight...

Dolby?

Yeah, he's gonna
be late, van got lost.

Oh, erm...

I'm Rose. Gill. New probationer.

- Are you chewing gum?
- No.

Which could be used to
make a key or block a lock?

I mean, I know training's
short... Yeah, look, honest I was...

Men have been behind their doors
for two days, we need to unlock.

I know, but...

Did leave your phone
in your locker, didn't you?

Yeah.

Right. Come on, Swiss.
Feeding time at the zoo.

Unlock Ones and Twos.
We'll get to all of you,

so there's no need for
banging. Cue banging.

Does get a bit lively when
they haven't been out for a while.

- It's OK to be scared, yeah?
- I'm not scared.

- Sprog.
- Yeah, always know where the alarms are.

So start off there, OK?

Sorry, Miss.

Morning.

All right, lads,
there's no need to run.

Morning, Michael.

Put some trousers on!

Yeah. All right, all right.

You, you, then you.

Miss Henry?

Governor Cahill?

Oh, I won't. You've got a transfer
arriving on an overnight stay?

Van's late, but yes.
Dolby, we're babysitting.

Well, let's make sure
he's looked after, please.

Any enemies that we know of?

- Oh, I know, there's a smell.
- Call the Works Department.

Yeah, I have,
but... Yeah, will do.

Oh, and Mr Ray will visit later.

Mr...?

Simon Ray. New Governor
Grade overseeing staffing,

including the
Custodial Manager post,

so he's keen to see
how C Wing is running.

You'll like him, Leigh.

And he needs to like you.

Hard man! You talking to me?

Aye, always talking shit to
anybody. I'll chop you in half there.

Oi! You two! Pack it in!

Hey, hey! We only just got out, man.

- We only just got out.
- Give it a rest!

We only just got out, man.

Was that the Number 1?

We need to run the
model wing today, Jax.

All right.

Miss Stokes? Just give
us a minute, love, all right?

What the fuck is that, Yogi?

Oh, has it always
been that shape?

Hey, hey! Calm
down. Do not resist.

Everyone, back in your cells.

Lock down the ones and twos.

Look at her.

I mean I'm all for equality... well,
actually, that's bollocks, I'm not...

what's she gonna
do when it kicks off?

Like, they're
putting us all at risk

for the sake of
political correctness.

This used to be a
man's job for a reason.

You used to have to go to
the gym every day for a reason.

What number did you pick, Sprog?
Erm, ten, but I don't know why.

You had 18. What was Swiss?

- Six. Jax had 19...
- What were it for? And why "Swiss"?

It's a bet, you know, how many
minutes before it all kicked off.

Before the alarm, actually.
Anyone back 'em to make it past 20?

- Me. Easy to be cynical.
- Oh, I didn't know what...

Prisons aren't full of bad people,

they're full of people
who've done bad things.

- Keep Yogi behind his door for now.
- Any idea what it was over, Boss?

They both do Thursday Home Ec.

Yogi says he saw
Minto taking the piss

out of his lemon drizzle cake
through the window during bang-up.

One landing at a time, yeah?

We're unlocking again?

You got something better to do?

- No, but when do I get my induction?
- What do you wanna know?

Well, I don't know
what I don't know, so...

It's Cat B prison, four main wings
holding a thousand adult males.

C Wing takes prisoners

doing anything from a
three weeks to five years,

plus those nobody
else wants. OK?

I could have got all
that on the internet.

Exactly, you'll be able to get
the whole qualification there soon.

Could you re-read PSO
1600 while you're online?

Once you've drawn your
baton, you've already lost.

Do you know what? I'm thinking
of getting me a bit of a heroin habit.

You know, shift a few
pounds for the beach?

I've been in the job 20 years,

what does Governor
Ray think he'll see

- that isn't in my record?
- Your tits?

Look, all you can do is show him

you're the best
masochist for the job,

which you know you are.

So did you end up, er,
stopping over again last night?

Well, by the time I'd
written up the ACCTS...

Yeah, no, I get it. But, you
know, if they ever catch you...

Who's gonna catch me?
I'm in charge, for now.

You know what'll happen if I don't
get Custodial Manager, Jax. I'm out.

They can get two gum-chewing
robots for one pain-in-the-arse like me.

Look, fuck that. Right?

We make today as dull as
my sex life and then tonight,

you and me finally have
that drink to celebrate, eh?

Thank you.

Good morning, Mr
Dolby and Mr Bilal.

I'm SO Henry and
this is Miss Stokes.

Everyone on C Wing
starts with a clean slate.

I don't care what
you did out there,

only what you do in here.
You behave and you'll be fine.

Fuck about, and we'll be
all over you like scabies.

- So, my advice...
- Keep it.

Fine.

So I'm not talking
about the prison years,

I'm talking about when they
actually ran the East End and that.

- Are you left-handed?
- Are you trying to put me off?

No, cos, erm, left-handers
die about three years earlier

than right-handers, you
know. That's a true fact.

So how long have
you got left now, then?

What, in hours or in minutes?

Hey, do you know what
I've missed the most?

Shot!

What's up?

Are you OK?

- Do I know you, Miss?
- No.

What's your first name?

- You're thinking of someone else...
- Where are you from?

She said you're
wrong, fella, so jog on.

Never tell 'em
anything about yourself.

Especially not this parasite.

Mr Campbell. Miss...?

You already know
her name, Google.

Cloudy today, Miss Gill.
60% chance of rain after tea.

Prick's obsessed with the
weather, never goes outside.

- You got a boyfriend?
- Mr Campbell?

Boss wants you, Sprog.

- This is Miss...
- Gill.

Miss Gill, she'll be
your Key Worker.

- I haven't had Key Worker training.
- Well, you learn by doing.

Right, but I'm actually supposed
to be shadowing someone.

OK.

Come on.

Will I get a single, Miss?

- I can't share, cos I'm claustrophobic.
- You're in prison.

Fucking nightmare, innit, Miss?

Mr Shah, no kick-offs or
fuck-ups today, okay?

- Okay, boss. Okay.
- Okay?

"Yes. Yes, boss."

We've got a visitor coming
and he might want a tour,

so get all the cleaners at it,
extra wombles out here.

Oh, and I don't want to see any
zombies off their heads on spice.

- What, ever?
- No, not...

Well, yes, preferably,
but especially not today.

Who's coming?

Works Department.
"Persistent foul odour."

- That'll be the Albanians.
- Perfect timing. Follow me.

- What are you after?
- Looking for a single.

Oh, could be your lucky day.

Don't tell me: the ring is
to stop women bothering you.

What about 82 on the threes?

No. I can sense
you're about to ask why

and if you start asking
that, you're fucked.

Miss Henry says 82
is out of action, so...

What, we can't question her?

Well, if you want, but
only cons get answers.

Now, you could
try it on with her.

We used to think she was
a bit of a crack-snacker.

Now we reckon she's
a nun or something,

living in the community.

She don't talk about
anything else but work.

Who's the cell for?

New remand is claustrophobic.

Is he fuck. He's after a single.

Listen, Sprog. You've got
the whole wing sizing you up,

trying to work out whether
you're gonna be a hard bitch

or a soft touch and
whether they can turn you.

How do you think most of the
drugs, tech, takeaways get in here?

- Is it... chucked over the wall?
- Officers.

And you'd best decide
which sort you're gonna be,

because if you give this lot an
inch, they won't just take a mile,

they'll take you halfway
round the fucking world

and you'll be finished
before you've even started.

- Can I have a word, Boss?
- Do I look like a mental health nurse?

Trust no one.

- Including you?
- Better.

Stick him in with one
of the benefit frau...

Sorry, sorry, asylum seekers.

And remember, they put
themselves behind these doors.

Miss?

I fucked up my menu sheet, Miss.
I meant to order chicken

but I ticked
vegetarian by accident.

I won't eat it, and
canteen's not until Friday.

Will you have a word
with the kitchen for me, please?

- Name's Caplan.
- Erm, no. Sorry.

Mr Bilal, come with me please.

You have got to dress
properly on the landing.

Go back to your cell and change.

Who's the new man?

That depends. Have
you got any coffee?

You can have whatever's left.

Familiar, is he?
Was you in the army?

Name's Dolby.

He's here from a C Cat on a
lie-down for his mum's funeral.

Can't cope on the out, can they,

no one telling 'em when to
have a shit or get a haircut.

Most of 'em say they felt safer
in Iraq than they do in here.

- We've got shit.
- Well, keep looking.

- Miss Henry, can I talk to you?
- No, we've got shit.

It's not human or
rodent, beyond that.

Well, I should report this. Have
you been cleaning properly?

Why did he say "told you"
when I came in the office?

Oh. Yeah, cos he said

the new probationer would
be a girl... woman, you know

- and you make it 50-50 if you stay...
- If I stay?

Yeah, cos half of all new
recruits leave in the first two years.

That's a true fact.

Most do this for their CV,

then apply for the
police for better pay.

Erm, why are you doing it?

Just making my way
through the Shit Jobs List...

call centre, phone
shop, estate agents.

Every single one of
them's got a cock like him.

Gaz is all right. You
know, he's got your back.

I bet he's the sort of bloke

that wears the collar
up on his polos, in't he?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, I do that. He is, yeah.

- Is that your real watch?
- Yeah.

Yeah, you need to get
yourself a proper one, you know,

cos prison's like Vegas,
you know, there's no clocks.

Right.

Is that why the SO hates me,
because she thinks I won't stay?

Could be anything, to be honest.

I mean, no one really
knows Miss Henry, you know.

People say that she
prefers the prisoners to us

but to be fair, you know, a
lot of these guys are all right,

although I'm into true
crime and that, so...

Is that why you're here?

Plus there's
hardly any training,

you don't need qualifications
and... exciting, innit?

- Does anyone understand that?
- Yeah, it's time for roll-count.

- Right.
- Skanky minger.

What did you say?

Skanky minger.

Right, you can be my first
nicking. How do I nick him?

You don't. He's new in,
probably don't speak English.

They'll have just told him what to
say and lied about what it means.

Just don't let them
see that you're rattled.

I'm not fucking rattled.

Go on, then.

Here, someone's
burgled my toilet seat.

Oh, fella. How are you
burning that without a lighter?

Hey, I'm the victim here.
Registered disabled.

Right, come on, let's go.

Boss?

Listen, I'm coming back, OK?

- Yeah, but boss, I need...
- Deep breath. That's it, hold on there.

Miss Gill? Can I
have a word, please?

All right, love. Doing well.
Better? That's it. All right.

He's claustrophobic. Did you check
his Cell Sharing Risk Assessment?

You trust them till they give
you cause not to, all right?

Now, find him a single
before I fucking report you. Go.

Pest Control, yes.

Well, no, I need
someone now. I'll wait.

Google's loo seat got
jacked. Is works still about?

C Wing, yes. It is urgent.

Did you say loo seat?

I know. Why would
anyone nick a loo seat?

- Spin the wing.
- What?

Spin them. Now.

No-one steals a toilet seat,

unless they need to make a
weapon fast. Someone is desperate.

Yeah, you, to get this
job so you can stay here.

Let's just focus on
finding the thing, all right,

so this Ray bloke don't
turn up to a stabbing,

we can go back to mothering
the fuckers tomorrow.

No posters on the outside walls.

Why do the shit
jobs pay the shittest

and the best jobs
pay the best, Swiss?

Turn around, please. Top
half back on, bottom half off.

Oh, come on, Boss.

You are allowed one kettle.

What am I meant to cook in?
The same one I make coffee with?

Boss? I'm sorry, your call is
important to us

but all of our operators are
busy dealing with other customers.

Oh, yes!

Miss Gill, come on.
What are you doing?

All right, on your feet, Caplan.
Come on, you know the drill.

Fantastic.

You never finished saying
what you've missed most.

Carpets.

It's the ones that you don't find
that you need to worry about.

This is fuck-all like Vegas.

- Really, Childs?
- Miss Henry...

Boss.

- We found an empty cell on the search.
- Where?

67 on the Twos, but the board
said it's empty for painting.

Yeah. Wing painter's job never
got filled, we ran out of paint.

If I give it a clean,
can I put Bilal in there?

We've got a zombie. Caplan,
again, completely fraggled.

Isn't he already in debt?

Word is, he had extra portions
of chicken to sell for spice.

They sell their food?
Yeah. Fish is the money

but everything's
worth something.

Except those little brown biscuits,
bourbons, no one likes them.

Where'd he get extra chicken
from? Today of all days.

It were me.

I didn't believe Bilal
and I were wrong,

so I trusted Caplan and I called
the kitchen. Look, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry. It's just,
there's so much to take in

and it never ends and it's the
longest I've been away from my phone

since I was, like, ten.

Sort Bilal, now.

Put him in that single.
And stay out of my sight.

What do you want done with Caplan?

And Childs.

Hide him.

- Where?
- Anywhere, just keep

him out of the way till bang-up.

I'll handle Childs. Roll-count.

Fucking hell.

One month left on a three-stretch,
you've never been any trouble,

so I have to ask myself,
what could make Steven Childs

need a weapon in such
a hurry that he'd do this?

All I can come up with is,

I can't be the only one
who knows about Dolby.

You're from Hull. Dolby
taught swimming in Hull.

His name's not fucking Dolby.

It's Coleman.

I haven't seen him since I was 11.

I knew him straight away,

smelt him.

He can change his name
and he can run off to the army

but he can't change
what he is, or what he did.

Did you know?

That his past had
caught up with him?

Did they give him a new name?

Only a tiny number of
offenders get new identities.

You know, I'm in here
because of what he did

as much as he is.

Fucking swimming.

Shall I, shall I tell you
what he really taught me

- about power and trust?
- If you like.

Have you ever talked
about what happened to you?

I don't need to talk.

I'm not going to punish you,
you're so close to release, but...

But I weren't gonna hurt him.

You need to stay behind
your door until he leaves us.

No, I know, I know what I need.

I need five minutes
on my own with him.

Well, no, I was only gonna
use that to threaten him.

I swear to you. I swear to
you! Please, Miss Henry.

All right. If you'd asked me any
other day, then maybe.

But I can't, Steven. I just can't.

Yeah, but you can trust me.

No. It's not personal,
I just can't today.

Oh!

Oh, jeez.

Oh, my God!

- What? You OK?
- Look in there.

Ugh!

What the fuck?

I hate toads.

It's not a toad. It's
an African bullfrog.

Little fucker stinks. This whole
cell's gonna need fumigating.

- Where am I going to put Bilal?
- You all right, mate?

Go on.

The only thing he
could use to keep afloat

was the biggest package,

so he's had to hang
on to a shit-ton of brown

till the feds came and rescued him!

Hey. You ever drink in The Crown?

You don't fucking know me, OK?

Are you coming in or going
out? Pick one and fucking move.

All right, come.

- Go!
- Miss Gill.

We talk to the men on
this wing with respect.

Why, because we're outnumbered?

Because they've already
been judged, that's not your job.

What is?

Ms Henry?

- You've given me no help.
- Mr Ray?

Anywhere more private?

I was eight when you started here.

Oh. I've probably spent
more of my life in prison...

... than outside.

You're in a somewhat
tricky position, aren't you,

given the vacant CM role effectively
makes your current one redundant.

So if you don't get the job...

Has a decision been made?

Well, that's why I'm here.
Oh, no, not to deliver it.

Sorry... today I simply wanted
to put a face to the name,

given that the job
appears to be yours to lose.

You seem to be
running a pretty tight ship.

One thing.

On your application
to join the service,

in the background section
you've listed Father as Unknown

and Mother, Ruth Henry, Deceased.

But... I can't find
a birth certificate.

Oh, maybe it got lost?

I'll need a replacement copy

in order to confirm your
appointment, vetting requirements etc.

Of course, yeah.

Good. Soon as you like.

I'm not entirely sure where...

Between us, there
are those who'd prefer

the more experienced staff to
make way now for a new generation.

Oh, what's needed are
new ideas, not new people...

As Custodial Manager, I'll finally
be able to make some changes,

rather than just make
it through the day.

Let's hope it works out.

Great to meet you, Leigh.

Miss.

I can't open me locker, Miss.
They ain't give me no key.

Charlie wasn't even in the Firm.
It's out of Reg and Ron.

Where's Miss Gill?

Er, I only just got back from
praying about a minute ago.

Just give me a
second, all right?

- Miss Gill. Have you seen her?
- No.

What's up?

Look, forget about
Rose bloody Gill.

Tell me about Governor Ray.
Right, what exactly did he say?

He's not made a decision yet.
Apparently, the job's mine to lose.

OK, that's good. "Yours to lose",
I mean, that's fucking good, right?

Now, if this ain't cause

to finally get you out on the
lady petrol, I don't know what is.

- I can't now, I need to go home.
- Right, let's do that.

I've only waited seven years
for an invite round your gaff, so...

No, the kitchen still
isn't finished and...

Oh, will you fucking cheer up?

Look, all this Ray has done
is let you know he's watching,

so all we have to do is run the
wing exactly like we have today.

I'm not doing this job for him.

I forgot that today.

Follow me.

Where to?

- Shower.
- I don't need a shower.

Yes, you do.

What are you looking at?

You used to watch us in
the shower, Mr Coleman.

You're trying to remember
me. But you don't, do you?

The Chief Screw's out there.

You, you said that I
was your favourite,

but you don't even...

How can you not
remember, when to me, you...

What do you want?

I didn't tell anyone.

Not even my dad.

Then when I where 18,
I made myself tell him.

He wouldn't believe me.

He's never looked at
me the same way again.

I said, what do you want?

For you to admit
that it happened.

Of course I
remember you, Steven.

Out you come now, please.

So, what did he want from you?

Just wanted to know
if I remembered him.

And?

Said I did, though.

And a deal's a deal, right?

- So when do I get my biscuits?
- Later.

Need some assistance
down here now!

And I don't want
fucking Bourbons!

- Clear the landings.
- Behind your doors!

Ignore them, OK, keep looking
at me. Keep looking at me.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah, we're

fine, we're all fine, aren't we?

- I'm not fucking fine.
- Shut up.

What is it? What's up, mate?

- It's too late. You're too late.
- What do you mean?

- I asked you all. Every one of yous.
- Asked us what?

Yeah. Now you
listen. Now it's too late.

I'm sorry if you haven't been
listened to, but we're here now.

No!

You didn't ask me.

You didn't ask me.

Just give us a chance, eh?

- It's too late. You're one of them.
- It's not.

I'm not. Right?

I'm just another body,
like you, another problem.

I'll fuck up or fuck
off any minute now

and then another
problem will turn up,

so I'm not worth bothering with.

Look, just give us a chance.

That's only fair, in't it?

They took apple
crumble off the menu.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

It was on the sheet
yesterday, but they took it off.

No reason. Why?

I don't know, but I'll find out.

I will. I promise. I
promise I will find out.

But I need you to put that down.

Oh, here he is. Swiss.

Nowhere to be seen
when the fighting starts.

You told Tanush you're like him.

You know, once you put that
uniform on, you are one of us.

Got to remember that, right?

However well you
get on with the men,

- always remember they hate you. Yeah?
- Yeah.

You did well in there,
though. Didn't she?

Move Bilal out of Cell 82. It's
dangerous, there's no electric.

Made a new friend, have we?

Reminds me of that last
time I tried online dating.

And when you've found
out from the kitchen

why they took apple crumble off
the menu, go to Seg and tell Tanush.

- What, now?
- Do you usually keep your promises?

- Yeah.
- Then yeah.

Got a friend, have you?

See, the little
things are only little

if you can still do something
about the big fuckers

- and this lot can't, so...
- So unless you know you can deliver,

it's best not to promise.
Better to say, "I'll look into it."

- Or just no.
- Yeah, because a no can become a yes,

but go the other way
and you are fucked.

Bilal can clean out this
one's cell and move in there.

Have you got a little friend?

Now, please.

Ribbit!

Not all frogs say that, you know.

- No?
- No.

Oh. Well, what do they say?
"You really need a girlfriend"?

No, but they need to
blink in order to swallow.

Yeah, that's a true fact.

Yeah, I went out with
a bloke who done that.

- Or is it toads?
- He was a bit of a fucking toad...

- Yes, Mr Carpenter, I've made a friend.
- Fantastic.

- Yeah. See you tomorrow.
- Bye.

Go on, then.

You don't want to go?

You don't want to go.

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But why's it got to stay here?

Because it's home.
It didn't want to go.

If that's a bullfrog,
erm, it's non-native,

so you shouldn't be
releasing it anyway.

There you go then.

You work some mad hours.

Admin to do. I'm
not drawing keys.

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Anyone seen my toad?

You in or what?

Yeah, I'm in.

Right, then, game on.

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