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Hey, you!

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

I'm sick to death with people talking about me behind my back.

I'm going to write to the Home Secretary about this.

Lock up! Lock up!

The deal's going down all the time. Every day, every night.

What's the facts, Christine?

Put that bastard on the wing, and I'll kill him.

Put it down!

Now!

You talk to them and you're dead.

You'll be sick when I'm gone. You're going to be sick about me too because in

two weeks I'm gone.

I've got a visitor.

It's me dad.

No one will see me dad.

I'm sorry you've been left hanging about.

You can ask for this or not.

I was mistaken.

Nothing happened.

You obviously haven't spoken to Mr. Andrews.

Well, I'm sorry to be the one to have to tell you, but as from nine o 'clock

tomorrow, I am the official governor of Barfield Prison.

Brian, I wanted to see you before you were released.

I've got all my documents.

My brother's coming to pick me up. I wanted to wish you luck, Brian.

Thanks, Ron. Cheers.

Now, you know your restrictions?

Yeah, I'm going to go straight to my preparation officer, and he's going to

me further my education.

Keep it up, Brian. Cheers. Good luck.

See you, lads. I'm going for a baby.

Me,

brother! Come on,

you. A genie's not like you to be laid down for lunch.

The trolley's on the wing.

I'm not hungry, Cuff.

You're not sick, are you?

Just not making it go away.

All right.

Suit yourself.

What's up with you, Kevin? You're not hungry, are you, then?

All right,

Eugene?

It's hamburgers today.

Hey, did you hear? The musical's not going to be scrapped. It's great, isn't

Eugene Buffy and Kevin Watt, not hungry.

And what's up with you?

That little shit keeps this up. He's had it all day long.

Who's at what? Keith Smith keeps on calling out my name. Oh, well, if that's

you've got worrying your sunshine, we've got three new inmates due over.

Ignore it, right? Oh, shit, they're here now. Right, get everybody back in the

cells. Come on, Jeff.

Come on. Come on.

Chat room.

Come on, Jeff. You might have all the time in the world, unfortunately.

Morning, Malcolm.

Now,

I want to work towards making one

wing entirely drug -free.

You must be joking.

The only way you'll make a prison drug -free is to stop all vegetation rights.

That'll do it.

Glad to have you back with us.

Thank you, Len.

Good to be back.

You had a call from a Mr Ishmael and one from a Mr Simon Lennock.

Oh, did he say what it was about?

He wanted an appointment for tomorrow.

Simon? No, Mr Ishmael.

Mavis, I have told you, if somebody calls, try to find out what it's about.

least find out who they are.

Sorry.

That's it for now.

Mr. Ishmael is a lawyer, and I'll check on Simon Lennox. Simon Lennox is also a

lawyer, as well as my partner, boyfriend, lover.

You don't need his number, then.

Yes, I did, Mavis, because he's in Australia.

I'll make a note of that.

All right, buddy.

Right, I want to be around. If you want to ask any questions, Kevin here will

show you the ropes. Did you get some lunch?

Yes, sir.

Right, well, let's lock up now for an hour, and then we open up again, and

take you through any workshop details and any classes you might want to sign

for. All right, son? Great. Thank you, sir.

Not as bad as I thought it was going to be in here.

Bit like a YMCA.

What are you in for?

I'm unremanned.

Waiting for me political to come and see me.

He reckons I might get off because there was something wrong with the way they

arrested me. Hey!

I'm not interested.

I don't want to hear about some petty little shit who reckons he's at Butlins,

all right?

How's the red fuck with this one? I only have no sellotape.

Have you got any sellotape or blue tag?

Look, everything I've got is mine.

Touch one finger of mine, I'll break your bleeding neck.

All right?

And don't talk to me unless I tell you that you can.

Now, have you got that?

Ferret features. Shut up!

Shut up.

Are you settling or what? I told you I wanted to be on my own, you bastard.

I told you I didn't want to be bunking up with anyone.

I'm sorry, Eugene, but this is a double sell. I want to be on my own! All right,

Eugene, just calm down. I'll go and get the essay.

Yeah, yeah, go on, go on. Piss off!

Don't talk to me like that, Eugene. Get out!

What's going on here?

You pair of pricks looking to understand plain English.

I told you and I told him that I didn't want to be bunking up with anyone.

You've just got your mouth, Eugene.

There's no single cells available and that's that.

You're a wanker.

Step out the cell. I'm not going anywhere. Step out the cell.

What are you doing?

Do not accept that as an excuse, Mr. Snooper. Well, that's the truth.

I honestly don't remember anything.

I got you out in four days.

Correction, Mr. Snooper. You were due for release.

I don't remember what I did.

I've been told.

I'm sorry.

I can't tell you how sorry I am, but I don't remember nothing about it.

This is a very serious charge.

You committed rape.

But Miss Bullock doesn't want to press charges.

Outside the prison.

That does not mean that we will ignore the assault. To the contrary.

But I don't remember.

I swear on my daughter's life.

Miss Hewitt.

I don't remember.

I'm stunned.

But you weren't under the influence when you left the wing.

Or are you now saying that you were?

No, straight, honest.

So do you now accept full responsibility for having these substances on your

person?

Yes.

I guess I am. Which is also an offence.

Would you tell me how you came to be in possession of these substances?

I've found them.

I mean, I wouldn't be stupid enough to bring gear in here. I'm going now. I am

due for release.

No, you're not, Mr Snooper.

Take him back to the cell.

She's not pressing charges.

I can't keep him here.

Cheryl, I've got a message for you.

If you get in that box, you'll end up in one.

Understand?

I've got friends.

One word.

Come on, Mr Smith.

We've got people waiting.

Sorry.

I have to talk to my brief, Mr Sissy.

Important for my trial and all.

Nosh is good in here, isn't he?

Great gym.

I'm going to learn how to work a computer.

Put my name down.

I've got a visit with my solicitors tomorrow.

Oh, yeah.

Tell them not to bother getting you out.

I've got a visit tomorrow.

Those pictures of her.

She's pregnant.

Wait, Mum.

That's my auntie, you know.

Everything's such a mess.

It's a boy.

I know it's a boy because I know how this can end.

I want to be born.

Can I have your dinner?

Take a look at your client's criminal record, Mr Turnbull. He had already

an officer hostage at his previous prison. He has served a number of

sentences for serious crimes.

Do not try and make him out to be some sickly hard -done -by -creature when he

is obviously a very dangerous one.

Where do you bastards get off?

Right now, we have one of the best officers I've ever come across unable to

back to work because of your client.

He nearly killed him. Yes, Mr Marshall, I'm very concerned for Mr Morgan.

But my client, Mr Faller, has made repeated requests for his case to be

reviewed.

It's due to his anxiety and his frustration that the hostage situation

I will agree to two -week recuperation period.

I want Mr Faller fit and well to answer the charges against him.

Thank you.

Well, I'm glad we've been able to come to some amicable settlement.

Yes. Mr...

Marshal, could you please see Mr Turnbull to the gates?

Nice to see you again, Dan. Yeah, see you, Tony.

Dr Harris, could you shut the door a moment, please?

Actually, he's quite a nice bloke, you know.

Really? Aye, great rugby full -back, Anthony. Yeah.

Yeah, Cambridge Blue, played for England. I want Fallon's previous

records gone over with a fine -tooth comb.

I want that man fitter and healthier in two weeks' time than he has ever been in

his entire nasty, vicious little life. Is that quite understood?

Terry. Terry, come on, this is... I really like Terry.

Playboy magazine.

Pencil sharpener.

Gameboy.

Okay, CDs.

Bob Marley. Bob Marley. Bob Marley.

Bob Marley. I told my social worker, and she said to speak to you, Mr. Chivick.

He goes on and on and on, and he won't stop.

I'm going to hit him. I'll hit him. All right, Roddy. I said I'll speak to him,

and I will.

Go on.

Keith Smith!

Me.

What are you on me for?

Leave Roddy alone.

We all know what he's in here for and he doesn't need reminding of it.

Me? I never said a word to him, Mr Chiswick.

Well, you keep it that way, Mr Smith.

Bastard.

You little fruit and nut.

I'll run that up your fat arse and you'll squander.

But it could work.

I mean, with the same height.

When they brought me in, the photo booth wasn't working. They don't have a photo

of me! Yeah, but the officers know me.

Some of them do.

I would never get away with it. It's crazy.

Oh, well, I offered.

I mean, he was certain I'd be out.

And within a week, that's what he said.

Man, you're covered in tat.

Oh, yeah.

I've got 16 of them. Hey, hands on me thighs. Do you want to see?

They'll have them listed, you prat.

All right.

I've thought of that.

It's nice and quiet in here, isn't it?

Sleep well in here tonight.

Good night.

Shut him up!

Shut up!

You shut up as well, Eugene! You're making a...

I'm going to complain.

You freaking idiot!

I haven't been able to get to rehearsals. How are they going?

Fine, but Eugene Buffett's missing.

He's a good part of the chorus.

He can't sing, but he likes to act as assistant director.

He's on punishment. He should be back in the wing today.

How often have you seen Russell Morgan?

Who?

The officer involved in the hostage.

Oh, yes.

Well, I've called in on him a couple of times. I've spoken to his wife.

Sorry. I got a bit caught up in my own problems. I can arrange to see him.

I think you should.

So, how are things with you?

Fine, thank you.

Fine.

I keep myself busy, you know.

Mr. Snooper is being held on the block.

Yes, I know.

I suppose he's available to be in the musical now.

I take it that was a joke.

Yes, it was a joke.

Are you sleeping all right?

Oh, really, this isn't necessary.

Are you? Yes, Helen.

I'm aware that I hold a very responsible position at Barfield, and I don't like

feeling that I have to be constantly reassuring you of my capabilities. If

have a problem... Annette, I do not have a problem. I need to make sure that you

don't have one either.

You had a horrific experience.

And it is behind me.

Okay.

I know you've contacted my last... The last prison I worked in.

You spoke to Michael Hilliard?

Yes, I did.

Annette... I'm not proud...

It's just that I am responsible for you.

And I want you to know that if you need anybody to talk to, then I am here for

you, just as I would hope that you would be there for me should I ever need

anybody to talk to.

What did Michael say about me?

He was very complimentary.

I hear Officer Jackson's playing a big part.

Yes, he is.

But I haven't cast it all yet.

Do you sing?

Oh, God forbid. Turn deaf.

I just felt a deep depression coming over me, Miss Hewitt.

I wanted to be on my own.

Sorry.

You can't make demands, Mr. Buffy. Do you understand that?

Yes, ma 'am.

However, when a single cell becomes available, I will see to it that you're

the list.

Thank you very much, Monsieur.

Very considerate.

Welcome back.

Thank you, Eugene.

Take him back to the week.

You want us to have that manic down on the block, don't you know? Can't anyone

awake screaming and yelling? It's like a zoo down there. All right, guys, I can

play.

Let's go.

Jones.

Let's go.

Well, lads, where are you going?

You see?

No, it's all right. You see?

I've got a bit of fear. Ah, yeah.

Well done.

Well done. Well done, Robbie.

Good to hear. Eric!

Eric! Hey!

Hey! What?

You won't get that lead, mate. I haven't heard of a snap of juvenile lead. He's

having a go at me. Mr Jackson, he's having a go at me. Yes, yes.

Brilliant move. Come on.

I've got more to do with the cheats in my house.

I know

it's you, Smith. Just cut it out.

You're going off workshop, Kevin?

Um, I've got a migraine, Mr. Holder. I need to get some sleep. Oh.

You have a visiting order for this afternoon for your father, Mr. E .S.

Braithwaite?

Yes.

And I've asked on compassionate grounds that I don't see him in the no -contact

section.

It'll be the last time, you see.

He's very sick.

I know.

If you promise that you'll behave yourself, I'll agree to it.

Yes, Miss Hewitt.

Best behaviour.

Best behaviour.

Thank you, Officer Hart.

Jonathan, ma 'am.

First group of visitors, check for coming through.

I'm here because I have serious allegations against one of your inmates,

Keith Smith.

Mr Smith is currently awaiting trial.

For armed robbery.

He's a particularly unpleasant and violent man with two previous sentences

similar offences.

One of my witnesses, who knew Mr Smith at one time, has received numerous

threatening phone calls.

It seems to me to be quite extraordinary that a man who has been refused bail

because of his previous record of attempting to scare witnesses at his

trial is given free access to a telephone and able to use prison -issue

cards. I couldn't agree with you more.

that as you were not cautioned and went to the station on your own free will,

the charges against you might well be dropped.

I'm very hopeful to get bail within a few days.

A couple of days? I'm sorry, Barry.

It's OK.

I like it here.

Tell me again what he said.

We're going to be captain musical this afternoon.

Can't wait.

I've been thinking all the time.

Have you ever sent my card home?

It's brilliant.

He started kicking last night and I'd just lay there and I cried.

I cried all night.

I want to be with you.

You know that.

That's what I think about day in, day out.

He's going to be born and I'm not going to be there.

And I don't.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

I might be.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

I might be able to get out.

What do you mean, like... like compassionate leave?

Oh, that'd be wonderful, Kev. No. When?

It's not compassionate leave.

And it might not work.

I can't discuss it now.

I'll call you.

Tell you more.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

How you doing, Mr. Braithwaite?

Been better, son.

Oh, Snoopy, I just don't understand you.

I pulled you out.

Did you get into a fight?

God.

I mean, how could they keep you in here for that amount of time for no good

reason?

Oh, look at me!

I'm your wife, dammit!

I don't want to talk about the dead.

Do you understand?

Keep mum about the wheelie lads.

Here he is, Mr. Braithwaite.

Chain biscuit.

Chocolate orange roll.

You like that?

Want sugar?

Yes.

Three.

Three.

Bit different from my days.

Very nice.

Tough.

Even out half and one.

No, no, I don't use sugar.

Anyway, they're for you.

What you don't eat, you can take home with you.

You want the best of them? Of them.

What are you surprised by?

You want a doctor?

You aren't a snout.

You've got... You've got smaller.

You've lost a lot of weight.

I'm 72.

There you go.

Old lad used to pass out these boiled sweets.

Every morning, I'd see him passing them out to the screws.

I says, hey, what are you doing, sucking up to the screws?

And he says to me, I'm not. I hate the buggers.

So I says, you're a liar.

Every morning, I see you handing them out to the screws.

Aye, he says, but every night I stick them up me arse, then re -rock

them.

I'll tell you what, I'm glad I didn't have one of them biscuits.

That was Parkhurst.

Cohen's deal, Parkhurst.

Nobody ever squeals from there.

It's the Coen's deal.

That's why.

You know all about tough guys, don't you, Dad?

I know one thing.

If I'd done 20 years stir, I wouldn't have got out and been back 60 days

Sitting on the steps of Barclays with a shotgun and a bullet. I was not a tough

guy. Dumb, maybe.

Been banged up so long, you didn't know what time the effing bank opened.

Another seven years.

That's all you got.

I'm writing a book about prison.

Proud of it all, are you, son?

What's he calling yourself Tarzan for?

Bloody stupid.

If you're wrestling, it's like that gladiator show on the telly. They've all

names.

Here.

All these for you.

They're poems.

Take them home.

I've not got a home.

I'm in a welfare place.

I'm going to die in it.

Don't die in a prison, Vic.

You can't beat the system.

In the end, it beats you.

It's a zoo, all right.

But your name's Victor Braithwaite, not Tarzan.

Your mother's name's Barbara, age 43.

Sister called Diana, age 6.

A dress, 44 -ouncewood crescent. Your Auntie Carol lives with you, your

younger sister.

Your dad left in 1985.

Your mother works in laundry. You went to school at, um... How do they look?

Oh, great, Kev.

Link's fading just right.

Oh, don't forget the dog. What's his name? Archie, right.

Well, where did you go to school?

And more comprehensive, just the top of our road.

I worked for 18 months. Where?

Oh,

Sandra's print work. She got fired and went to work at the candle factory.

You've had measles, mumps, chicken pox and wisdom teeth out.

Do you think they'll ask me about that?

Well, I'm only telling you what's written on me mitten slip.

Are you sure they got no photo of you when you came into that field?

Yeah, said it wasn't working.

What do we do now, then?

Wait.

Nothing else we can do.

Just have to wait.

Was he very close to his father?

When an old man dies, it's hard, you know.

You see your own mortality.

He knows he's not going to be with him or see him again.

I'm going to go back and be careful.

I'm Chaplain Fuller.

Is there anything you'd like to talk to me about?

Is anybody there?

Answer me!

Is there anybody there?

But if patriotic sentiment is wanted...

Arms up. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. To the right. 1, 2, 3, down.

1, 2, 3, down. Lunge. 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.

What's the matter with Eric?

He's being cussed as one of the little maids from school.

He's not a happy mum.

OK, guys, guys, guys, guys.

All line up there behind me. I've got the steps. I'll show you the steps.

Really small steps because we're playing chinks.

What's up?

We're not doing this. We're not playing chinks, OK? Just run through it again,

Miss Purvis. Slow tempo.

I can't do what I look like, idiot.

You'll be wearing a wig.

And I'm playing the girl as well. I know that's stupid. That's not the point.

I just don't want to play that part. Do the march first. March, march, march.

March. March. Two, three, four, five, six.

Arms.

Two steps to the right, OK?

One. Oh! Oh, shit, right, sorry, sorry, sorry.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, right, right, right, right, OK.

Oswald Cooper has asked to see you.

Now, obviously... No, I'm sorry, I don't want to see him. No. And I don't think

this is the time or the place even to discuss it.

Excuse me.

She's supposed to be left like comedy.

One more from the top before the end of rehearsal, please.

I do like your cardigan. Oh, I knitted it myself.

I also do crochet and needlepoint.

So do I.

I've just got a lovely pattern for a bedspread. Miss Purvis?

From the top, please.

Sorry. She's on drugs.

Short steps!

We've got to have a staff meeting this year.

HOA, gentlemanly officers around. These rehearsals take a lot of organisation.

We're really stretched on my wing without Ethel Morgan.

Well, I've arranged for P .O. Brent to cover on your wing until it's Morgan's

replacement. Governor, and I want Keith Smith's phone card removed.

Waste of time.

He'd get another or steal one. You do one, you're going to have to do them

You're always making a fuss, Eric. You're pathetic.

Is that sugar strike?

Yeah. Is that vegetable soup? It should be ox tail.

Here. Who's that bloke over there?

He's not been on our room before. Is he?

Nathory. Come on, Roddy, get a move on. I'm not creating a fuss. I just don't

want to put a bloody frock on him. That's it.

It's a bloody conspiracy.

It's a boring room, Eric.

You look bad enough now.

Whatever will bring you a puff, though, Rod?

Just a roly -poly today.

Well, that me.

Could be.

If you don't, you wouldn't know, would you?

What? I'm buttering for Kevin again, are you? What's going on between you two?

Let me see how you're doing, Barry. No, I'm not.

Kevin's got a migraine.

Sure, what?

Pete Smith, keep your eye on himself. Number 22.

Might get in a paddy. We're taking his phone card off him, OK? All right.

Jason!

Jason!

Would you tell prisoner number 741, Jones, Barry, to pack up his gear? It's

released. Two o 'clock.

Well, I'll put it on the list and they'll find out it was out. All right.

I don't believe it. Yeah.

Well, I've been told I'm older, too.

When? Today.

I told you, didn't I? I told you. Today?

But I'm not ready.

I won't be able to. It's too soon.

Right, let's have you try his legs.

Come on, Kevin, light them up.

Barry, you get your pit pets up.

I'll be back for you before I lock up.

See, I told you, didn't I? I told you.

He's new on the wing. He doesn't know where anyone is.

And he's taken me to reception.

Right.

Split shields.

Will you talk to me,

Tarzan?

Yes.

OK.

I understand you must be very upset about your father, Tarzan.

No, no, no. You do not understand.

Because he never did.

My father... My father's a sweetie man.

A sweetie man.

You know what he did?

He wrapped chocolate biscuits up in my poems.

And he'll never look at them.

He'll never look at them. They're not interested.

Don't know if it was.

He's dying.

He's dying, right?

What's he come in and tell me?

What a hard man he is.

All the time he spent in prison.

All six months of it.

But what about me?

What about me?

Because I tell you, I'm...

I've never made it.

That's enough.

Put it down.

Put it down now.

Officer Brent with prison 741 Barajan. Officer

Brent.

Officer Gordon.

Not for them, Mr. Brent. You'll be out of your show, Stanley.

We can't give in to any inmate's demands.

Next thing, we'd have cons asking for extra sugar on their pudding.

Eh?

Extra exercise, extra time on association.

And we can't have that, can we?

You're a reasonable man.

You have got to see things from our side.

Put your kit on the table, Sam, and start stripping up.

All right, brother.

Um, 7 .41, James.

OK.

Right, buddy.

Get into the shower.

I'll get you into here.

Anything know about Russell Morgan?

No. You know, there's a couple of kids together. Some of them come through me

and then you're still. Yeah, I know.

Check yourself out.

I think he's having a bit of a breakdown.

Shall we run away with it?

Right. No photo.

Mr. Jones.

Yeah. Just step out a second. Just want to check your tattoos.

Forearms and thighs.

Let's have a look at you.

My, my.

Got enough anchors, have you?

You young people getting yourselves all linked up.

Macho image.

Now then, Jumbo.

Hello, Vernon.

Here, Jumbo. What's in the state of that plaque there?

Covered in the news.

I don't know. It's got to be stupid, I think.

What?

Oh, you've got a tattoo.

Oh.

Like that one, you think?

Vernon, can you hang on down here? I'm expecting somebody in from Walton.

Yeah, no problem.

I can't believe they threw that lunatic down the block.

What, Tarleton? He's a psychiatric case.

I don't know why they'd bother.

He was a dog. They put him down.

Here.

Come on, son. We haven't got all day.

What did you have in your wallet, son?

Um, I had a five -pound note and a bus pass. I also had 75 pence in change.

I took ten around. All right, son.

OK, let's get started.

He never even looked at my poems, you know.

They were my way of talking to him.

We never had a good talk.

Now he's dying and...

And it's the pain.

Would you like to be on your own now?

Yeah.

Okay,

what we'll do...

is we'll leave it for a couple of days and then we'll talk like this again.

Just you and me.

Every day, if you want.

But you have got to agree to be quiet.

Not upset everybody else.

Okay?

Okay.

Thank you for talking to me.

Thank you very much.

What are you thinking

of

doing?

There's new changes of names, so they fit some of the prison stuff.

Like Culco, the law and eye executioner of Tiddypool.

Scally Marshall.

And what's the other one?

Popo? No, Poobah.

Poobah is the law and eye.

Come on, son.

I'm waiting for you at the gate. Who's called in about you?

Boy! I've got to sign out, you know, son.

Burnham! I'm going to get back on the wing. I'll see you later.

OK, Jumbo.

Right, son.

It's a sign there and there.

Gatling to get in person.

You'd better get back on the wing. You know it's coming in from Walton.

That's a bloody idiot.

Oh, what?

I don't believe this.

Are you still here?

Taking your time, aren't you? Just on his way to the gate, Colton.

I'll walk him through. That's right, Colton. I'll take him down.

Come on, son, up you go.

Who was it that was coming in the gate?

Brian Samora.

Oh, not that scared of a pest.

Brian bloody Samora.

I've just checked him out.

I'm sorry, Miss Hewitt.

It's Sharon's fault.

She ditched me and I got bevvied.

I can't remember a thing.

Still, we're both back now, eh?

Well, I'm walking, yes, I'm walking, and I'll keep on walking and talking my

way out of here.

Yes! Yes!

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