All language subtitles for The Governor s01e03

Hey, you!

I'm on to you. I know all about you.

What's all this for? We were done last
week. Why us again?

Quit moaning, are we?

You!

Out! No!

Right,

that's it.

Get this all packed up, get sorted.

What's your wish, then?

Any money? Phone card?

Have you got stuff you can trade, have
you?

Try briefly, shut it!

Yes,

we have a sighting. He's out in the
open, left of your patrol car. Over.

We have heat source and figure running
left of patrol cars.

He's down, down. Keep moving to your
left. Yes, got him, got him.

Recommendation 10 from Judge Gilman's
report.

The abolition of unnecessary and
excessive use of medication for

Get that thug off me! Get him

off me!

I have contact for 14 hours a day out of
cell periods.

Abolition of segregation and
hospitalization for prisoners deemed at

capacity.

Recommendation 27.

Better quality education.

I got one back.

Any money in the old ones selling
himself in Spain.

Thank Christ he didn't get out that
website of Scondon as well. I don't know

she did that. Didn't even make the local
press.

We've got two coming in this morning,
one a real hard bastard.

We've got space.

Hang on, hang on. We've got half the
wing under construction.

Oh, scrambled eggs and brick dust by the
look of them.

Yeah, well, I couldn't buy you a radio,
could I?

I've got a visit today. I want to record
a programme, educational, for my

degree.

OK, I'll have your bacon.

I'm going.

You wasn't in such a hurry to nab them
when they took off in the helicopter,

you? Oh, tie a yellow ribbon round a big
prize dick.

I don't know where you want to put them.
C -Wing or D -Wing?

Um... Well, we've two spare pads in C
-Wing, haven't we? We don't. They're

starting to plumb in and fix it. It's a
sell at a time.

There's a bit of space in D -Wing in one
of the bigger cells. Maybe we could put

it in another bunk.

Maybe, isn't there?

Uh, no.

More is.

I think we should put the young bloke,
Anthony John Kelly, in D -Wing.

And this old leg, Norman Jones, put him
in C -Wing where we can keep an eye on

him.

He's a right animal.

This radio.

According to Simpkin's list of personal
belongings, he doesn't have one. A

radio. It's Walter Brinkley's.

He can hide that. He's probably a
victim.

What's all this about?

We was done last week. Why us again?

Quit moaning, Harry. You've got a new
pad made coming in. You know the rules.

Right.

That's it.

Get this all packed up. Get sorted.

another bloke in there. Shit.

Just have to put it off then.

I'm not going to have that once.

Hey!

I'm on to you.

On to you.

I know about you.

I often double up the new inmates,
especially the younger ones, without any

experience or previous record.

Yes, but I don't know why you're telling
me... Mr. Bunny, I am simply informing

you as per instructions from HQ.

Then is it possible to put in one of the
larger cells?

Yes.

Yes, it can accommodate three.

Well, for now.

Thank you very much, Mr. Bond.

I could throttle him. Moira, since that
helicopter escaped, he's behaving like a

demented ferret.

We certainly have made the headlines the
last few weeks.

Oh, Princess Diana will love us.

OK.

Maybe he's arrived yet. What is she
planning on becoming, Quartown?

One variety pack of cereal.

One transistor radio.

One deodorant.

Used.

One hardback book.

One comb.

What have you got? Do you have a
cleaner?

Wallet. £4 .25.

One cassette tape.

Empty. One pair of black leather shoes.

One plastic lion.

Prisoner 590, Mr Simpkins. You'll be
placed on report for having unauthorised

property in your possession.

You're bloody junkie, aren't you?

I was lent the radio. He lent me that
radio. That prick Walter's down next to

it. Shut it!

Your mate Brinkley's on report for
lending it to you.

You're nuts.

You mean, tight -ass bastard!

I need wind to record a program!

What's all that about?

He doesn't usually get het up like that.
I just found Walter Brinkley's radio in

his cell. He's on report for lending it.

Take it easy.

It's against the regulations.

Yes.

Oh, you do what you have to.

Workshop's open.

But I'm just doing my bloody job. Yes.

Now we've got a new inmate coming on the
wing. Get the 48 ready for occupation.

The landings are out before and
identical to C, D, the VP and Segwin's

at present.

When the prison's got private, they'll
be headhunting.

And this area here... Where does it go
with those on the touch, Judy?

Floodlit astroturf.

We're headed to the tune of £120 ,000.

If you could just hold the chit -chat.

This is the SSU maximum security unit.

It's different from a control unit.
Leave me cards, right? You think I'll

room? The men in SSU, Mr Morgan, never
leave.

I want my radio.

That is my radio. You took out of
Barry's pad.

Well, you can't have it!

Give me back my radio now, or I'll smash
your friggin' face in!

Get out.

Get out of this office!

You just - Oh!

I screwed your mother! You dirty, dirty
little bastard!

is made of very tough perspex. It is
fire, bullet and bomb -proof.

Exercise yard, all covered in protective
meshing.

It'll make our lives a lot easier.

You mean you approve this?

Too damn right.

Anyone who works with real animals would
go for this.

Our problems always come with the
maniacs with no hope of release.

Bastards who threaten our lives because
they don't give a shit about their own.

Nice place for them.

If you'd been paying attention, Mr
Morgan...

Everything in this unit is built to
contain not necessarily the most

criminal, but the high -risk prisoner.

Mafia? Terrorism?

Those who can afford a helicopter.

You may well laugh, but it's close to
the truth.

Um, any detail you believe should be
incorporated into Barfield, now's the

to tell me, so think about it and call
back.

Open this door, you sithead!

Quieten down, Walter. I'm not opening
up.

Well, I'll tell you what I'm going to
do, you dickhead.

I'm going to heat up cooking oil and
throw it over that pig face of yours,

hear me?

Now, Walter, come out of your cell.

Step out.

That's it, Walter. Walk out or you will
be dragged out.

Now it is up to you.

Bastards! All right!

You want it?

Bastards!

Right,

Norman, get your kit sorted away if you
want any lunch.

Little palace, isn't it?

Right, lad, unpack, get your kit sorted,
and don't overlap anybody else's area.

You've got a lunch break coming up.

You bunking in here, then?

What's your name?

Anthony. Got any burns?

Smokes. No, I don't, I'm sorry.

Any magazines?

What have you got with you, then?

Any money?

Phone cards?

You've got stuff you can trade with,
then, have you?

Oi, you!

Out! Move!

Sorry, Mr Jackson, I was... We don't do
cell association

here at Barfield.

Keep your nose clean. Get it?

Good.

The existence of evil is proof of the
existence of God.

The world consisted only of goodness and
righteousness.

Well, then you're sucking the ends real
tight.

It's like the army.

Were you in the army?

No.

There he's ex -REF. Hey, leave him
alone.

He's got personal problems.

His wife's given the, uh... I'll do five
for GBH.

He's a lifer.

What'd you get up to then?

Fraud. Building society.

I was going to pay it back. I just
needed... I'll be wearing the Abbey

on my neck.

What books you got in?

Anything with a bit of a... Seize up.

You all right, mate?

Need some gear going.

Oh, yes, yes. Come here. Come on. Who
are you looking at, you dirty old numbs?

Come on.

Come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on. It's starting
to rain.

What's that about?

You know, Arnie, he sees a bare arse, he
thinks it's his birthday.

I meant him.

Oh, sorry, ma 'am.

Apparently, Brinkley has refused to get
dressed.

Is this Anthony Kelly? Yes, ma 'am. This
is the governor.

I'm just taking him through to medical,
ma 'am. I'll try and get to see you

later. All right? Come on.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Has Norman Jones had his medical yet?
Governor for South 48.

He's just got back. We've got behind her
that bloody Walter Brinkley.

Can I have a word to you about young
Malahide? Maybe time out in the VP wing?

And I wouldn't mind having Jumbo Jackson
back on the C wing.

What's the problem with Malahide?

He's very young. Still attached to the
rule book.

Got to bend them slightly.

No need to go out of your way for
aggravation, if you understand.

I'm not sure that I do, Mr. Morgan.

Norman, Governor, to see you.

Hello, Governor.

How are you today?

She's the Governor, Norman.

Miss Hewitt.

Stand up.

Everything all right?

I asked you a question, Mr. Jones.

You'll have a meeting with a prison
probation officer tomorrow.

Are there any questions you'd like to
ask me?

Then I won't hold up your tea break.

I don't care what he says he's in for. I
know he's bent.

Can't he die much less, mate?

Oh, he's a nut.

Hey, mate, got anything with jam in it?

Have my bread.

Good stuff.

I hope you got it in this afternoon.

Cheers. Cheers, mate.

Oh, that's sweet.

Oh, here, let me.

Nonce, nonce.

Come back here. Do some shit.

I'm going to have some fun with that
nonce.

What are you doing, chumbo?

Let me heal, Victor.

Now go on, move it.

Oh, Mr Jackson to you.

Give me your tea break, son. You better
go and move it.

You probably need a new start, Victor.

Probably need a lot more than that.

Thanks. Thanks.

Oh, um, could you give me two minutes
tomorrow just for a chat?

No. Thanks.

Night. Night.

You've got a Norman Jones.

Don't know his number off hand. He
arrived today.

What's about him?

Well, physically he's very fit.

Mentally diagnosed paranoid
schizophrenic from his records.

Did you know? Mm -hmm.

Well, he refuses medication, like Actil,
and I can't give it to him by force.

Thought you should know.

It's in my report.

OK. What about Anthony Kelly?

Frightened. I mean, physically.

So did I. He's very frightened.

Otherwise, he's OK.

Thanks.

Night. Good night.

Snoopy's boy said it was good stuff.

Trying to die.

Right, get in.

Oh, hi.

Hi. Can I be of assistance?

Um, I don't know. To be honest, I was
only just passing and I'm not really

giving it much thought.

Do you do pass exchange?

Uh, mm -hmm.

I was thinking about 5 ,000 and whatever
you give me for my car.

Right. Well, we've got a lot more
vehicles behind the showroom.

Do you do a lot of driving or you just
want a local runabout for the kids?

It's a lot more on what you said you
wanted to spend. I like the colour of

seats. I get terrible static. Look, you
can test drive any of them.

Maybe have a think about it. Come back
tomorrow.

So I need something a bit substantial
with good legroom, obviously.

See, this one's got really big mileage.
Well, if it hadn't, it'd be more

expensive. It's a lot more on your
original price.

Well, I think you've sat in them all.

Best would be to see how it handles. I
can arrange a test drive.

Let me try the grey one again.

How much for my car, did you think?
Well, the book says 1 ,300, but, um...

The... That one's not for sale.

It's mine.

Bloody hell.

Jump leads would have been cheaper.

Morning. Morning.

If she were a bloke, you know what that
would be a substitute for, isn't it?

You said last night you wanted to work.

But I can refuse to work with the VPs.

You don't have to if you don't want to,
but in my experience it's much better if

all the prison officers know all the
prison inmates.

But I can refuse.

You can, but would you mind telling me
why?

They just make my skin crawl.

Sex offenders?

How do you feel about the mentally
retarded?

The other vulnerable men?

Some of them are on the VP wing because
they're in debt to other inmates. How do

you feel about them?

A VP wing does not only contain sex
offenders.

I just can't deal with them.

And the union says I don't have to.

Look, the wife and I have just had a
little girl.

Now, the HIV and AIDS inmates are in
there, so... All right.

Thank you, Mr Malahide. I'll let you
know my decision.

Who's a pretty girl, man?

Give us a kiss!

I'd like to see around all the wings.

Estimate how many more months we're
going to need.

Morning, Governor.

Got to be very diplomatic about it, huh?

A boy in training with a marathon?

Oh, what's going on?

Monsieur, it's orders.

He's a lad absconded from his dental
appointment.

I wasn't informed about this.

Right, Walter, out. Take a shower and
eat your dinner.

No way.

Until I get my radio back, I'm on hunger
strike.

You tell that bitch governor I'll starve
to death unless I get my radio!

I spoke to Mr Malahide this morning and
he won't go to the VP wing, so I've

moved him over to D wing and you've got
Jackson as his replacement.

Tip off, Mr Lyons.

You'll probably be having the area
manager and the operationals director

to look over the wings.

Hello.

Mavis, since Mr Andrews and Mr Bunny are
here, could you show them into my

office, please?

Yeah, sure.

Car insurance.

Shocking price. It's cost a fortune. You
wanted me to shop around.

Mavis, did you know or have any prior
warning that they were coming?

No.

Mr.

Andrews and Mr. Bonnie from Prison
Services HQ.

Good afternoon, Miss Hewitt. We're not
interrupting anyone.

Could you stay?

Miss Hewitt.

You at no time informed the authorities
that last month, the same day that two

men escaped by helicopter, there was
also a third escapee.

Someone... Webster?

He came back voluntarily.

He's now due for release. He lost 21
days' remission.

Both officers concerned were placed on
report, as was Webster.

We're obviously aware of how difficult
it must be to run Barfield under these

conditions. which is the reason that I'm
here, to consider if Barfield should

remain in operation during the
rebuilding.

It's now highly questionable.

Right, area manager's in with the
governor, and they might just do an

walkabout. Shit.

You're not going to believe this, but
that prat Walter Brinkley is on a hunger

strike till he gets his frigging radio
returned.

This is down to you, mate.

Six months at Pentonville didn't teach
you much, did it?

No, you told me to take that radio off,
Brinkley. This isn't down to me. It's

down to prison rules.

If they can't obey them, they get what
they get.

So anyone starts eating heavy breathing,
you come down on them.

We've got to look tight as a nut.

Because the word is they could be
closing this place down.

And I, for one, don't fancy detached
duties Christ knows where.

Poor old Smedley's stuck on the Isle of
Wight.

Come on.

A second, Malahide.

If you've got any kit down here, get it
packed up. You're going on D -Wing.

Why am I being moved?

The governor's orders.

Go on, son.

This is beautiful.

You on for a game of pool?

No, I've got to get this bitch sorted
out.

That's got a hell of a kick. You get it
off Snoopy again?

Here, Anthony, have a drag.

You smoking them French fags again,
Colin?

It's okay.

They ignore it.

They all know we use it.

Keeps us quiet.

Keeps us happy.

Keeps us... My God.

I'm reeling.

Go on, have a drink.

Oh, hallelujah. Come on, get happy.

Forget your troubles and wear a smile.

Take a good longful. It's good and it's
cheap.

You going on to the landing?

Yeah.

You play pool, do you?

No. Chess?

No.

Poker? Rummy? Five -card stock?

No.

Well, I really hope you wanker. It's
going to be a very boring 18 -month in

here. Come on, pass it on.

Bloody hell.

In due at the time, I would like to tour
the prison before Association End. Is

there a good local restaurant?

I'll arrange a table. Mr Marshall, would
you? Yes.

What's your reaction to the new plan?

Specifically, the proposed special
security unit.

Well, I think if we have criminals that
require 24 -hour surveillance, we need a

more sophisticated method of housing and
controlling them.

Staff approved of the plan to do?

Yes, without question.

Total approval.

Apart from Miss Hewitt.

She seems to be the only one against it.

Gentlemen.

You're, uh, you'll be moving to Seawing.
Why?

Don't ask me. That was August.

The area manager's doing an impromptu
walkabout.

I mean, they're on this land, you know.

Well, you better check out cell 29,
mate.

You've got wacky -backy a little thing
there.

Feet sharp, you know.

What's the matter?

A bit tough on the other wing, is it?

Just like the others.

Can't we better get that sorted?

The only time I'm quite out of the
channels is when Fightwatch is on.

Fuck it, it's sorted.

You know what this is about, don't you?

Nah. You've got to sell me your cock,
Saga. You know you're bunking up with a

nonce? You know that?

He's a nonce.

No, bloody not.

Come on.

Stephen, you know me. Tell this piece of
crap to push up.

I've seen him on reports.

He was a VP, wasn't he?

He's a nonce.

What proof you got?

I ain't no riding nonce.

Let's prove it.

We've got the kangaroo court right here.

Harry, you can be judge.

You, defence counsel.

And you, what's your name?

Kelly. Anthony.

Right, Anthony, you're a solicitor.

Hey, stay on your billets, shitface.

Sit down.

Sit down.

I'd say this court's now in session.

What are you, Victor?

Oh, I'm the hangman.

Book a table, would you?

Make sure it's the best. If not the
best, then at least the most expensive.

Is Moira gone?

Period pains. I said she could go.

Could you relay that I've gone home
early to change?

I'm sure Mr. Marshall will take full
advantage of my absence.

Just as I feel sure that you will inform
him of it.

You're privy to a lot of very personal
information regarding myself and some

inmates.

I think you need to make a decision from
the side you're on.

If you can't keep yourself from
gossiping, for want of a better word,

shall consider you a security risk. Do
you understand what I'm saying?

So it's a table for three, then?

Exactly, ma 'am.

Are you covered?

Yes. Mr Marshall can take over as night
duty governor.

I mean your car insurance.

Oh, sh... Shit, it didn't work.

Do I need to take out a bank loan?

Whatever, Mavis. Please, just keep it to
yourself.

Moira's very confident.

Don't struggle, Nance.

You'd be cocked in court, right?

Judge, am I right?

Some

of

them prefer to remain in their cells
during the association.

But cell doors must remain open, Miss
Hewitt ordered.

She also withdrew all prisoners' cell
keys.

That almost goes the other way.

Good evening, Mr. Marshall, sir.

Just give it a minute. He's on the
toilet.

Thanks for out of here.

You stink the place up.

I'll have to be moved, sir.

All my genie.

Three of us in a cell for two.

Good evening, Mr. Marshall.

Good evening, sir.

What are you on trial for, Colin?

Please enter the court.

What are you on trial for?

Ninety.

Your honour.

What do you say to that, jury?

Come on, that nigger's a drag.

As the judge, I'd like to hear what
evidence you've got.

So far, I am not satisfied. There is
still reasonable doubt.

It's obvious, isn't it?

These are nonce.

And as such, I sentence it to death.

Client.

Clients are handy.

Let me leave.

So, sentence will now be carried out.

Let's have him up here.

Come on, Colin. Come on, Anthony.

Come on, come on.

Jokes over! But

I

need to know now exactly where I've
done.

It's obvious to me I have either been
placed at Barfield just to act as a

caretaker during the rebuilding process,
or... I think that is a... Correct

assumption.

Well, if I have almost 18 months, then I
intend to use that time to establish

strong relations with my staff.

And if you decide to close it down,
you'll have 88 minutes of rehab.

Um... Just a quick drink, please.

No cream. OK.

Maybe just a little slice of the
chocolate log.

Taste.

I have a strong feeling.

Thank you.

Dr. Thomas, we have an emergency at
Barfield.

Sorry to interrupt your evening.

The rope was tied to an air vent.
Anyway, we've got the cell cordon off.

prisoners are down the block. How the
hell did it happen?

Well, he wasn't raped or beaten.

Strangulation was the cause of death,
but the coroner's report gave more

details.

You OK?

Colin Foster was hanged in cell 29.

Four prisoners witnessed it. One of them
was Anthony Kelly. No, I am not okay.

Can you stay down here, Doctor?

Inspector Dunes has an interview in the
prisoners and he'll need to talk to you.

They also want to see Malahide. Ma 'am?

Yes, I hope I've found him.

Police want to see you, Reynolds.

Please, let's go.

He was dead when we got to the cell.

They couldn't revive him. How involved
was Anthony Kelly?

Well, apparently he had a spliff in his
hand. Join.

I'd only just taken Andrews and the
bloody area manager round.

It happened like ten minutes after they
walked out. They passed the cell?

Yeah, I was with them.

Well, that lets me off the hook. I don't
know about you, Gary. Good night.

Here's your breakfast, Walter.

I'm not eating. Take it away.

You say so.

Get undressed. Be ready for showers.

The governor wants to see you.

No friggin' way.

You want me to shower? You go undress
me.

Strip him.

Here's the parts of him here. They don't
mean a thing.

Right, let's talk to the bastard. Aye.

I want us to get nasty. Is that what
you're after?

He won't talk. He won't speak to
anybody.

Stand up, Jones.

You've got two seconds to strike out,
son.

Stop it!

You want it, so come and get him.

I'm very sorry. I really am unable to
discuss the incident or to give you any

further details.

Anthony has been segregated and he will
require legal representation.

Tell him we love him. We'll do anything
we can.

Thank you very much. I'll tell him,
certainly.

Thank you very much. Thank you, Mr
Kelly.

Goodbye.

Oh, um, just hold him outside. We're
still waiting for Mr Mallard.

We've still not been able to trace the
dead man's mother.

She's only relative.

No, no, I'm also trying to contact her
sister.

Also, Howard Webster's due to be
released. You wanted to see him before

Oh, God, yes.

Mr Brinkley, do you understand that
you've been put on report and why?

Come in, Mr Mahon.

Yes, ma 'am.

Charges are lending an item to an
unauthorised person. My radio.

But as Barry was needing it for his
exam... Do you plead guilty or not

the judge?

Guilty. But with mitigations.

Would you explain your action?

Well, yes, I've been trying to explain.
You see, Barry Simpkins is doing his

Open University exam and he wanted to
record a programme, so he asked if he

could borrow my radio.

So that's how it all came about, and
that is the entire truth.

I have created because I think I have
been unjustly punished.

But that said, I apologise and promise
never to do such a terrible thing again.

If I get my radio back, I will never
lend it to nobody, never again.

Would you read his wing report, please?

Prinkly is currently serving a seven
-year sentence.

He's been placed on report a previous
245 times, spaced over six years.

For what reasons?

Mostly for fighting with other inmates.

Mr. Brinkley, I do not think that being
put on report 245 times is anything to

smile about.

Your punishment will be the confiscation
of your radio for four months. You'll

also be charged £3 .50.

Get him out!

I'd rather die a little faster to keep
my radio! It's mine!

The radio's my personal property!

You shit!

I'm very sorry, Monsieur.

You know, James, sometimes it is
necessary to bend the rules just

I meant about Colin Foster.

Oh, well, um, yes, we're all very sorry
about that, but thank you.

Um, how would Webster still wait?

I don't want to see you back, I'm
steady.

Well, I hope you don't feel again like
you've been breaking the track record.

Is there someone meeting you?

My wife and my mother are already
waiting.

I'm going to have things up.

Good luck, Held.

Thank you.

Good night to see you, Kelly.

Oi! Oi!

You tell that fool guy that I'm around
this, Frank. Could you shut him up,

please? Oh, kill her!

Oh, kill her! Shut up! Brothers,
sisters.

I'll burn her ass down, I'll fix the
brakes on her car.

Screw you, Nazi bitch! Tell him if you
start eating and eating properly, there

is no further problem to her, we can
have his radio back. I'm not going to do

nothing until I get my radio back. Shut
it now, Walter, shut up!

I will start today and that Hitler bitch
will be brought to justice.

I have no right to say my private
property.

I explained to her... Anthony, I've
spoken to your parents.

Shut it, Walter, you can have your radio
back.

Anthony, would you look at me?

You told them.

Of course.

They had to be informed.

Tell Sandra.

I suppose I'll have to tell Sandra.

I don't want her upset.

She's my girlfriend.

My fiancée.

They'll be here tomorrow if you need
anything.

Cigarette? No.

No, I don't smoke, thank you.

So you don't want anything?

What's going to happen to me?

That'll be for the courts to decide.

But I didn't do anything.

Then you've nothing to worry about.

Walter Brinkley is now demanding fish
and chips and mushy peas.

I will kill him! I will kill him!

Shh!

What?

Colin Foster's mother.

Shocker.

Does she know he's dead?

I'm so very sorry, Mrs. Foster.

There will be a full -scale inquiry into
the tragedy, which sadly makes it very

difficult for me to give you any
details.

Was that my sister?

It's such a long way to come each month,
so I break the journey.

That's why I wasn't at home.

Was it his asthma?

He's always suffered with it since he
was a toddler.

No, Mrs. Foster, it wasn't asthma.

I know you weren't on duty at the time
of the hanging, and since both myself

the operational director were viewing
the prison, the responsibility is

shared. But you do understand, as
governor in charge, the overall

is yours.

Yes, I understand.

All four prisoners will remain
segregated at Barfield until the trial.

be anything up to six months.

So we'll remain open then, will we?

I've eaten my dinner last night. I asked
the kippers for breakfast this morning.

Good.

If you return, can you ring? And I don't
want to hear another word about this

radio noise. Is that understood?

Yes, Governor.

Thank you very much for being fair and
square with me.

Moving, ma 'am.