All language subtitles for The Governor s02e05.eng

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 the fuck's with him?

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

What?

Put it down!

Now!

I'm going to kill him!

I'm going to kill him!

Three little mates from school.

You need to keep the small steps, Robin.
You know 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 in.

She's looking for some charges.

I can't keep him here!

Yes!

There's no thing in there.

Hello, Kevin.

Kevin!

You big pillock, Johnny!

I'll take the lot of you! Come on!

He's obviously been given a very severe
beating.

He should never have been...

Don't say a word. That bugger Bradshaw's
fixed it up.

Fifty quid. A thousand won't last more
than 24 hours on my wing. Well, let's

if we can cope with them for 48.

We'll clean up.

Ah, but we're still lumbered. Where's he
going to go?

Number four is ready for him.

Morning, Mr. Carver.

I'm your wing governor, Mr. Sire.

Officer Judge.

Thank you very much.

Get your kit sorted. Lock up till 10
.30.

Well, sir, will I be allowed on the wing
for association?

You're no different than anyone else on
this wing, Tarzan.

Well, I bet.

See, the musical's back on then.

Governor's orders.

Okay, Tarzan.

What's that about a musical? I can sing,
you know. Use it with yours, mate.

See ya.

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty.

Who?

Officer Hulley then said that you would
bring in balaclavas. Yeah, Officer Jason

Hulley said he'd bring them in and he'd
leave Keith Smith's cell door open so we

could go in there and beat him up. But
since then, has he re -approached you or

discussed it further with you both?
Yeah, he did. No, he didn't. No, because

haven't encouraged him. We wanted to
speak to the authorities first because

know our word against the screws don't
count.

Well, that's exactly what it is. Yes, ma
'am, I know that. Yeah, we know this.

That's why we're here and we're prepared
to prove it. What we want to do is tape

his next visit.

So we got proof and you got proof.
Simple. Understand?

Thank you, Mr. Buffy, Mr. Samora.

Let's go.

No

one's

spoken to the officer in question?

Not so far as I know.

Then tape him.

Stand up and behave, the governor's
here.

I'm very sorry to hear about Miss
Bullock.

Yes. We all are.

You've requested a visiting order from
Miss Purvis? Yes, Miss Huey.

And I have this to show you.

It's a letter from Miss Purvis. She says
she wants to see me.

She knows what I'm in Barfield for.

Said it didn't make any difference.

Miss King yourself.

Have a nice visit, Miss Purvis.

Thank you very much.

Ah,

so.

Pretty boy has dared to step out of his
cell this morning. Well, well.

You've been keeping yourself to
yourself, haven't you?

With scum like you, best way to be.

Hark, the rapist. Hey, ain't no rapist
for you, right?

You twisted pervert, dirty little Nancy.

Now, now, you'll upset my friends.

Oh, yeah?

Gonna cut me up and eat out my bars,
right?

You don't frighten me, you know.

You disgust me.

Nothing, Vernon.

How's your book?

Is the barber working this morning?
Barber!

What?

Come on now, you two.

Give me a quick one.

I told you to make an appointment.

I've got a bleacher streak and a
blowjob.

How long are you going to wait?

Hours.

I've only got a short break. I've got to
get back on the wing. Yeah, well, can I

leave him here, can I?

Go on.

I'd like to see a sleeper in the
basement.

Morning.

Jackson.

You've not been transferred to the BP,
have you?

No, Miss Hewitt, it's my break and I
just want to get a quick trim.

Really?

Morning, Baba.

Morning, Miss Hewitt.

Now, you've asked for... Glue. I need
some more. And if possible, a new set of

these. They're my only pair and I'm
having to put cardboard up with them.

I'm making these for the Mikado.

And I'm attaching pigtails down the back
for the chorus.

But you had glue two days ago. I know, I
know.

But I've told him. It'll be whipped soon
as we get the cap on.

I need that white cup. You can't sniff
that.

But I'm blunting my scissors and they
are an expensive item.

I'll have a word with the education
department.

Thank you very much, Miss Hewitt. And
may I say you've had a very nice cut.

Thank you.

Better myself.

I need them rollers back, Arnold. All 12
of them.

What about a beard trough?

I'll fit you in between the bleach and
the blowjob if you get me some foil.

You're licking that as well.

They're not smoking it, they're
sniffing.

You have to shave it off anyway.

What, my beard? Who told you that?

I've got to make you a man with a black
moustache.

You can't play Chinese with a beard.

I need them right now.

No. I am not shaving my beard off. No
way.

You've complained that... My mail is
being tampered with.

Gifts stolen, money removed, my videos
taken. Your mail is automatically

checked.

And cash, postal orders and checks
amounting to £7 ,000 have been listed.

You're not allowed videotape.

But they are educational.

How do you intend to play these so
-called educational tapes, Mr East?

It is usual to use a video recorder,
Miss Hewitt.

And we have one.

In our lounge.

I'd like to look over mysteries, sir.

Step out east.

Well, if there is any single item in Mr.
Rees' cell that

is not approved on his possession list,
then I want it removed.

And as from today, his mail is to be
limited to three letters per day. And

please remove all of that DACA
correspondence as it is required.

Thanks, ma 'am. Thank you.

You won't forget, will you, Miss Hewitt?

And make sure that the cell doubling of
the head is in balance. You draw that to

perfect. It closes at five. It stays
locked.

Scissors removed.

I'm sure he is, but there are others
here who aren't.

21 -3. My game.

I've got a busy.

You need me. Puff, rocks, smack, nine
men. I can deliver.

What are you doing?

It's just a phone call away.

I don't approve of drugs.

Uh, are you going to play Tarzan or not?

Your serve.

I really hate it down here, monsieur.

I want to go back and see Wayne.

You're on the vulnerable prisoner's wing
for your own protection.

I can't put you back on an ordinary
wing.

I've got to face that sick, queer,
pervert killer every morning.

He gloats.

You know what I mean?

I mean, he's got people working for him.

The man gets fan mail, you know what I'm
saying?

That's sickening.

I just don't want to be around him,
yeah?

And those queer boys, they won't leave
me alone. I mean, they want to drill out

my bottom hole, you know what I mean?

All right, monsieur.

All right.

Thank you, yeah?

What if I was to make a deal with you,
monsieur?

Just that I could get out of here.

I'm not here to make deals.

No.

Well, let me run this one by you,
monsieur.

I know every major drug dealer in this
nick.

We know this.

Every prison knows this.

You know what we might have?

A bloody whopper of a headache.

If this gets out, he could get cut up,
or probably even worse.

Did he know he was being recorded?

There are a lot of users on the BP wing,
ones that have asked for their own

protection.

It is a bit of a farce, though, really,
isn't it? They use us for Rule 43, when

they owe the barons money.

And then, once they've got the money
they owe them, they want to go back on

wing. Cons hate rapists, but a grass
will get his throat cut.

So we've got no option but to move him.

If he's willing to name names, then I'll
get him his transfer.

He won't grass till he's moved.

Can you make sure Governor Sines gets
that to Eugene Buffy, please?

Mr. Turnbull's here in the health care
with his client, Mr. Faller, and Mr.

Morgan's in the staff room.

Mavis, could you get me something for an
upset stomach? It's that pink stuff.

Mavis, is Mr. Morgan all right?

Yeah, I think so.

If you want to take a break at any time,
just say so.

If you don't understand any of the
questions, don't be afraid to ask for

be repeated.

You are not on trial in any way, Mr
Morgan.

This is just a preliminary inquiry into
the hostage situation.

Now, there'll be two police officers
asking you the relevant questions.

All right?

Do I go straight to the boardroom or do
I wait?

No, we'll page you.

Oh, this is for you. Oh, great. You have
a second on upset tummy.

You all right?

Yeah, fine.

Well, there's no brain damage to Kevin
Watts, but they are worried about him

want to keep him monitored.

His speech is very slurred. Oh.

Excuse me.

Disgusting. Are they talking about me?
No.

Take the depth of people talking about
me behind my back.

They're not.

Why?

Hey, Jumbo.

I thought you'd bring this down. It's a
tape repeater and a brand new tape.

Governor Sars wants it. I don't know
what that's about, mate. You better put

in the office.

He's not the same man, is he?

Hey, Eugene!

Stop gassing and get your lunch. All
right, Joe, all right.

Hey, Sars, can you see him? He's coming
down the line. I can't see him. I don't

want to see him. I think there's some
rebels on the block.

Hey,

Sars, welcome to TV.

Morning.

I've got your treatment, Tarzan.

Oi!

I don't approve of drugs.

So there'll be no drugs on this wing.

Okay?

I'm Eric.

Hello, Eric.

Get out of my face.

Sorry, Tarzan.

What are you doing with the potatoes and
pudding?

Put it back.

You want your soup meeting vest.

What a state of you.

You're overweight and unfit.

You want protein.

No carbs.

Who wants to work out with me in the
gym?

You're one -on -one training.

Yeah, can I sit down? Yeah, I'll go to
the gym.

I want medication.

I've never seen this look so well
-behaved.

Have we done all right, Tarzan?

So far, so good, Mr. Jackson.

I want to be in this musical, you know.

Well, I'm afraid it's fully cast, but
you can come to the show.

Good. I want to be in everything.

I want to be involved in everything.

When can I see the show?

Well, not just yet, because we're still
rehearsing.

How many performances are there?

Just the one.

That'd be good, then, hadn't it?

You require Dr Harris, all the officers
on duty, and F .O. Russell Morgan, is

that correct?

Correct. Sorry, have I kept everyone
waiting?

You'd like to sit on this side of the
table?

All right.

Thanks. Just a reminder, when you call
Mr Andrews at HQ, perhaps after the

meeting's adjourned.

Ah, we're all gathered. Good.

Where shall I park myself?

There is a chair for Mr Fowler when he
is called.

I would like him present throughout.

I do not think Mr Morgan should be
subjected to facing him across a table.

I have no intention of doing so.

Hmm? You have something white on your
upper lip.

I'll kick off the preliminary
discussions which deal with Barfield

transfer arrangements on the day in
question, November the 22nd, which, in

anyone here is not aware, was the date
that my client, Mr George Faller...

He was accused of taking senior officer
Russell Morgan hostage.

Perhaps you could outline for me, Miss
Hewitt, as you were not actually in

charge of Barfield at the time, perhaps
you'd care to delegate to someone who

was?

I was the HOC and acting governor on the
22nd of November.

Would that be because the then governor
of Barfield was unavailable because he

was playing a round of golf?

Mr Turnbull, Governor Keller is no
longer with the prison services.

Well, now he's retired, he'll have
plenty of time for golf.

Could you now take me through the
transfer of prisoners from their

the case of Mr Faller, from Parker's
prison, to their arrival here at

HQ issued a movement order which was
then faxed here to Governor Keller.

The officers accompany the transportee.

The times for the relocation are decided
between the two prisons.

In this case, the prisoner, George
Faller, was in a wheelchair.

but travelled in a catay reinforced van.

But the hospital wing did not have the
relevant information regarding my

client's previous prison records and
security records.

No, they did not. They remained at
reception and were then sent to the

who was, as we know, absent.

Sir, the officers in the hospital wing
were not aware of my client's previous

prison records.

More coffee?

Not in here.

It's quiet.

It's quiet in this section.

Different from the wings.

When I joined up first I thought I'd
never get used to the noise.

The constant noise, noise.

In the end, you don't hear it.

Mr. Morgan, would you come into the
boardroom now?

Is he in there?

Is that bastard fella in there?

No, he's not.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Testing, one, two, one, two. This is
Eugene Buffy, Barfield, DJ, coming at

loud and clear with the number one
musical. Eugene, hang on a minute,

You can record it on mine if you can't
work that one, you know. I can work this

one. I want two tapes, not one tape, two
tapes. What? Because I don't trust the

bastards. This way, you know, we get our
evidence and we keep it. Yeah. Got like

our little weapon there.

Yeah. This is Eugene Buffy, Barfield
Prison DJ, coming at you loud and clear

with a number one music... I saw this
mop against the wall of Mr. Fala's cell.

crossed to get it.

As it shouldn't have been left in the
cell? Yes.

As I got to it, Fala struck me from
behind, forcing me to the floor.

He beat my head repeatedly against the
toilet bowl.

He broke them up in two pieces, smashed
two medical bottles and stuck them on

the ends.

He used them up like a weapon, like a
bullfighter... He broke them up?

He put the bottles on each end, he
smashed them...

And he came at you like a bullvider.

That must have taken some time. Why was
that?

I was unconscious.

When I awoke, I was bound hand and foot
to a chair, gagged with a noose round my

neck. Were you not, Mr Morgan, very
scared?

Yes.

Perhaps the experience was even more
traumatic. Because you had previously

taken hostage and held in a closed cell
and forced to get down on your knees and

beg. Yeah, but this time I had a bottle
jabbed into my neck. You see this?

You want to see what else he did to me?

Mr. Morgan, I'm in no way making light
of your injuries or of the terror that

you must have felt.

You would also have been on duty for 18
hours. That is true.

Mr. Morgan, would you like to take a
break?

No. Why?

Would you like to take a break?

Mr. Morgan should have had more than
just a break on the afternoon of

22nd last.

Senior Officer Morgan is not on trial
here.

His work has been exemplary for more
than ten years.

And a fat lot of good it's going to
stand for.

You bastards can bring me here for this
so -called inquiry, but it's not for my

benefit, is it? It's for the prisoner
who did this to me. I can't sleep. I

work. I can't eat.

All I can think about is what happened
in that cell.

Hey, you're going to tell me who is
taking care of me? Who is looking after

wife? I am sick of a lot of you.

You think I don't know you're going to
let that evil bastard get away with what

he did? Well, screw you!

Gary, stay with him.

We've seen Russell Morgan.

He's in the yard, Dev.

It's lock -up. Come on, back to your
cells.

Come on, you lads, let's be up in your
know. We ain't got all day.

Lock -up! Back to your cells now!

Oi, get down the front end. Move when I
say. Go on.

Don't you hang around till I talk to
you, you ugly little man.

Come on now, let's be up in your know.
Back to your cells.

Move!

Insight!

I've had Williams take us all over the
home.

Miss Hewitt, Mr. Marshall, will we
continue?

Now, would you tell everyone here, Mr.

Fallon, a little of your medical
history?

When I was 12 years old, my father
became very ill.

He was diagnosed as having cancer of the
bowels.

It took nearly two years for him to pass
on.

And I saw him become a skeleton, unable
to feed himself, dress,

or do anything for himself.

It left me with a deep emotional scar
and a terror of illness.

Especially anything to do with the
bowels.

Look, I don't know about balaclavas.

I mean, I'm not sure about this.

Maybe you wait a few days. Oh, you said
you wanted us to not keep Smith about

for you. Now, we're prepared to do it,
but you've got to play your part.

Come on. I know, I know. I just don't
know when.

Well, you leave the cell door open for
us, then. If you do, we'll go down there

and do him in. You made the deal.

OK. I'll get the masks, but don't do
anything till I tell you, all right?

I've got to go now. Look, here's some
extra smokes and there's paper, all

That's what?

Thank you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

We've got them, Brian. We've got the
bleeding lot of them now, mate.

I think he's using...

When they know we've got this, they're
going to do a strip search.

It won't get us a deal for an open neck.

No, I've thought about that.

I'm going to give it to Tarzan to
protect it.

Oh, that's brilliant.

Nice one.

Who's going to give it to him, though?
You.

He's your mate, isn't he?

Governor.

Gov. Well, you said you wanted proof.

Here's your proof.

Oh, let me keep it. Oh, let's keep that,
Gov. Now.

Oh, come on. Hand it over.

Oh, all right.

Swimbo!

Then six years ago, when I was in
Brixton, I had to have an enema for

constipation. We have got Mr. Faller's
medical reports, Mr. Turnbull.

I'm aware of that, but you do not have
in detail the emotional reasons nor the

deep -seated fear under which my client
has acted. Your client, Mr. Turnbull,

has been sentenced for three terms for
his part in armed robbery. I've always

maintained my innocence.

I think at this stage we should give Mr.
Faller the opportunity, before being

questioned by DCI Tully and DS Marsh, to
explain his state of mind.

You may continue, Mr. Faller.

All prisoners are in.

Educational classes form a line at the
gate.

Those of mental and wood workshops wait.

Well, we listened to the tape.

They've got a stupid bastard.

So, what happens next?

She'll have to decide what we do from
here.

Okay, at least come on.

Tarzan on workshop, is he?

Okay, sir.

Apply for beginner's computer training.

Oh, me?

Make sure you get the master back up,
then. All right.

You then placed both broken medical
bottles on the end of the mop pieces.

No comment.

Is it right that you then threatened and
assaulted Senior Officer Morgan?

No comment.

Is it still all right to say nothing?

You then fought this same officer.

And in doing so, slashed his throat
several times.

I denied slashing his throat.

Do you agree you might have caused him
an injury in the throat area?

No comment.

Do you accept that you made various
threats to kill Officer Morgan?

No comment.

Do you accept you tied him to a chair?

No comment.

During the early stages of negotiation
between yourself and senior prison

you displayed a knowledge of the
procedure of such incidents. How did you

by that knowledge?

No comment.

Was it because you've held hostages in a
similar manner in a prison situation

before? No comment.

By persistently answering no comment to
these questions, are you saying you

don't wish to answer?

Or are you denying these allegations
ever happened?

It is my right.

not to answer questions.

You wish to say something, Mr Bunny?

No comment.

Now, will you all take your exercise
books from the shelf?

OK? And also settle down, take one of
these things, OK?

What's a fax machine?

It's about that big line.

But that's not a fax machine. We're a
fax machine. You put the paper in there

and then you dial the number, right?

So the paper goes in this end and out
there, and at the other end they get the

message. Stop talking, please.

Which other end? Well, you've sent it,
then. We have machines.

Two people will have to work the same
word processor, OK? How does it do that?

Well, they've got a fax machine at their
end.

It's all done with codes.

What codes?

Phone numbers. I'm not talking to you.

Settle down.

How does it work?

I don't know. If it was a fax machine,
you put the paper here.

It comes out there, and then they get
it. Does everyone have one?

What, the same piece of paper?

No, they've got their paper at the other
end. Yeah?

The keyboard now here, on the word
processor, is structured like an

typewriter, OK?

But your command... It rolls out from
there, then.

Please sit down.

Can you type?

No, I can't. I can type.

You take care of this one, and that one
later.

Brian! All of you, please, do not talk
amongst yourselves.

Mr Tarzan, isn't it? Yes.

Glad you could join us.

Thank you.

Well, how much typing have you done
before?

Do you have a speed?

What? You want to show me?

A due touch type will need to look.

Old man sits in here, okay?

Save yourself, son, or I'll put you
through that wall.

Sit down!

Sit!

Shut up!

The next one of you start talking, I'll
give you a thrashing.

I could do it a lot faster, you know, if
it was the real one.

Good. Now pass the card to Brian.

You'll be able to start the play to win
the board very soon.

This isn't an alabastical order, you
know, miss. That is the point, Brian.

The keyboard is structured to assist
fast movement, all right?

The letters are arranged queer to you.

Q -W -E -R -T -Y -U -I -O -P.

OK.

Does anyone have any... idea why they
are arranged in this particular order.

Miss?

Yeah? Because we use them the most?

Yes, good.

No comment.

During the continued assault on Officer
Morgan, you placed a noose or a ligature

about his neck and you tightened it.

Why was that?

No comment.

You continue to threaten Officer Morgan
in as much as you were intending to take

his life. Was that really your
intention?

No comment.

This interview will terminate here.

Due to police procedure, you have the
right to read the record of this

interview. If you agree to be a true and
accurate record, you may initial each

of your answers and sign at the foot of
each page.

Will you do that?

Yes.

Well, at least that got a response.

Is it all right to stay now?

DCI Tully, the government would like to
see you leave.

Why am I in here?

I wanted to hold my baby.

Sorry, Kevin. Nothing to do with us.

Kevin?

Kevin, what's the matter with you?

What have they done to you?

Nothing.

All of them. On your face.

Who did this to you?

Show me, baby.

He escaped prisoner, Kevin Waltz. What
about him?

When he was returned to us, he had
severe bruises covering almost his

body.

Did he need to be restrained by any of
your officers?

I don't know what you're implying.

Did he require to be restrained by your
officers?

I have no knowledge of any extra force
being used to restrain the escaped

prisoner.

Has he filed a complaint?

No. Then there's nothing more to be
said.

Excuse me.

All right, Kevin, time's up.

This is over. Let's go.

Let's go, Kevin.

Andy.

Kevin!

Shellfish. Never touch him.

It wasn't shellfish. It was chicken.

You might have salmonella. Did your
friend have it as well until I knew?

I believe you left this on the board.
Ah, thank you.

You mind if I say something? Without
prejudice.

You're going to try and prove that
George Faller is mentally unstable.

Mr. Faller was obviously greatly
distressed.

And desperate to get the correct medical
assessment of his illness.

Bullshit! He's a nasty, vicious bastard
with a string of convictions and a

history of violence towards officers and
inmates alike.

What are you trying to prove, eh?

That everyone held in Her Majesty's
prisons has the legal right to proper

medical treatment and not to be forced
into taking drastic steps to ensure it.

Thank you for your cooperation, Miss
Hewitt.

Mr Marshall, would you show Mr Turnbull
to the gate, please?

Mavis, would you call Mr Leonard,
please?

Ask if he's poorly too, shall I?

No, Mavis, I need him to drive me home.

I don't know about you, but I don't like
it.

I mean, he may be the new boy on the
block, but I hate it.

Every time he comes up to me, I make
some excuse to walk away.

What are you on about?

Come on, off you to Holly, Jason.

That's nice. What is it? I just stay
well out of it, mate.

Is it expensive, this?

Oh, bloody hell.

I'll stick to me old spice.

Which one?

Well, they're both all right. Are they
still coming?

Hey.

I mean, Miss Hewitt.

She said not to mention it to him.

But I don't like it.

Neither does Len Syons.

And according to Buffy, no other little
scouse gets Samora.

He's bent.

I prefer the other one.

What, gay? Are you kidding me? No.

Bent as in trying to get those two
little pillocks to beat up Keith Smith.

Well, I know he's been having a go at
him for weeks, but Smith gives the elbow

to all of us, do you know what I mean?

This is serious.

They say he's bringing in balaclavas.
Oh, yeah. What, and a baseball bat?

They're just having a go.

She ain't taking it seriously, is she?

She's taking it seriously.

They've got him repeating it on tape.

Are we up for a game of darts tomorrow?

Yeah, I'm up for that.

Hey, do you want some advice?

Stay well out of it, mate.

Hey.

Who's my horse?

Yeah, maybe he is.

And maybe, just maybe, he isn't.

You've got a date, have you?

I sincerely hope so.

Good night.

Good night.

Going down the pub?

Not tonight.

Got a date as well, have you?

Nope.

Well, I deserve one.

Good night.

Yeah.

Yes.

I'm coming down the pub.

I can't have you persuade or cajole me
into something that I don't feel fully

confident about taking on. Now, what
exactly have you told everyone?

Nothing.

But you are a lawyer, aren't you? I
mean, are you so inundated with work

you can't even consider it?

No comment.

Simon. I've only just been made a junior
partner, for God's sake. Well, maybe

you'd make senior if you showed a bit of
initiative.

What? You know, just because you run
Barfield doesn't mean you run me, my

or my business.

You have no right even to insinuate that
I might take on... What's his name?

Russell Morgan.

I thought you'd read the file. Perhaps
you wouldn't be suitable if you can't

even remember the man's name. He has
nothing to do with me. But he has a lot

do with me and that bastard Turnbull.
You said he was good. Well, he is. And

I want is somebody as good as he is to
represent... Oh, forget it. Forget it.

I'm sorry. I presume too much.

Put it down to an addiction to vice at
all. Well, go to bed, then. I am going!

Look, just give me your professional
opinion.

You see, I think that the prison service
was Russell Morgan's life.

And I doubt that he will ever be fit
enough, well, mentally fit enough, To

for them again.

He is such a nice man, Simon.

Such a good officer.

Is Anthony Turnbull the reason you won't
consider this?

No, it isn't bloody Anthony Turnbull.

You may know everything there is about
running a prison, but you know bugger

about the law.

I know that Turnbull is making my
officer feel that it was his fault that

taken hostage.

No, Helen, he isn't. He's attempting to
prove that his client was in a serious

state of ill health. He only had
inflammation of the bowel!

And that without the correct medical
attention, his client was forced into

taking the action, which subsequently
resulted in your officer's condition.

Whose side are you on?

Yours, if you'll just be patient.

If Russell Morgan sues the prison
service, he will get little or no

because it is not responsible for the
cutbacks.

However, there is a possible
alternative.

Sue the people who are responsible.

Home office?

Yes. It could have repercussions for
you. If you encourage Morgan to take

on, they'll know.

And they won't like it.

You still want me to take on his case?

I've always wanted to do more.

They're good at it at school.

How many women do you think are coming
from the operatic society?

Could be half a dozen. I saw an opera
once that was full of women.

Well, you guys aren't going to pull any
oil yet. I mean, you didn't plug.

Fuck it.

All right, that's it. Let's go and get
you over.

Clean your brushes.

Make sure you cut them. Clean your
brushes.

Wait, listen.

Wait. Back that up.

This is it.

You're set to go back to the wing? Yeah.

You know you've got paint? Yeah, I know,
I know, I know. It's all down your

pants.

Oh, you little fucker!

Yeah, we've got them taped, man.

We've got magic taped.

Why bother coming all this way just to
tell me someone else is dead?

Today, I painted all the scenery.

They're getting fingers in from the
local amateur dramatic society.

Women! They don't have any right to take
my phone card, do they? No, you're

right. They don't.

For God, I never made any threatening
phone calls.

Nobody's called me to see if I can play
it to her.

I don't go out in case I miss the call.

You should get an answer phone, Adele.

Not just for the musical. And you should
get a man to record the message.

Safer that way.

So if anyone rings, they don't know
you're a woman alone.

I worry about that, Adele.

Been on my own for a long time.

Not anymore.

You've got me, Adele.

Shit! Calm down, Eugene. I'm warning
you. That's it! We've got another tape.

We've got a second tape and you won't
fucking find it. Step out of your cell,

Eugene. Step out of your cell. Get out
now.

It's them texts.

You didn't fucking find it.

Right, boys, go in there. Take him down.

Take him downstairs.

You get your friends out, yeah?

I'll screw the bed!

OK, I'll get the masks.

But don't do anything until I tell you,
all right? Well, they said they'd get

proof.

Can we keep this internal?

Might be difficult.

Why?

Buffy said they made a copy. We made a
search. Didn't find it.

Farah is to be transferred until his
trial.

HQ feel that it would be beneficial if
you were in a more relaxed prison.

Have you listened to the tape?

You've done our part over Jackson!

You've done our part over!

You've wrecked our throne!

I know what you're looking for!

We've got it in!

Why don't you do us all a favour? Shut
up!

I don't think this looks very good for
anyone involved, Eugene Buffy being held

on the block. In fact, it stinks.

Well, every officer has the right to
strip search herself, and the little

said he had Semtex. Oh, come on!

We all know what they were looking for,
the second tape, right?

Semtex!

So now we've got to strip it again, to
check it.

Officer Hall is in the boardroom.

If Eugene Buffy has got Semtex, then he
should not be in the block, he should be

in the FSU.

So your head hurts, does it?

Oh, shocking, Doc. It's like I've got
cotton wool in there or something.

Apart from that, you feel all right?

That's supposed to be a joke.

I was thrown down an iron staircase,
Doc.

Head first. I could have brain damage or
something. Yes, all right, Brian. I'll

keep you in overnight.

Could I have something to help me sleep,
please, Doctor?

Well, get undressed first. I don't think
I'm undressed.

Get some pyjamas on, Mr Samora.

I wasn't serious.

I was joking, honestly, I swear.

But you do admit that the prisoner,
Keith Smith, was harassing you. He was

constantly having a go at me. Yes, he
was.

Look, I know the recording makes me look
or sound bad, but it was

just a joke.

There is now a very serious allegation
against you, and with evidence.

I don't believe this.

I really don't.

Until it is determined what the next
step will be, you are suspended from

Shit, this is unfair.

me. We want to talk to you.

I should not have been brought down
here. This is a plot to keep me from

talking. I agree. I don't think you
should be here.

Eh?

You stated you were in possession of
Semtex. Yeah. I'm going to put the lot

you to smithereens. Now piss off.

We have to take it seriously now. Strip
searches sell on Seawing and tonight.

How's the stallion?

Fine. Is Brian Panora well enough for me
to have a quick chat?

Well, there's nothing much wrong with
him. Why are we keeping him monitored

through the night because he fell into
it?

I'm starving, hungry.

You've got the way to move.

How are you feeling, Mr. Dean?

I'm sure it's shocking.

It felt right on my head, you know.

I was pushed.

I was down the stairs.

You're very upset about yourself being
strip -searched? Yeah, we all know what

that was about, don't we?

Do you know anything about explosive?

Explosive? Oh, it's explosive.

I'm not saying nothing. Eugene told me
not to.

I'll tell you one thing, now.

You won't find it. Whoever does will get
throttled.

Since when we had to do a strip at
night?

Since Eugene Buffy said he had Semtex.

I'm not kidding.

And if he was, he'd be very sorry.

It's me, Coco!

Shut it, Eugene!

Hey, look, I've changed my mind, you
know. I want to go back on the wing!

Good night!

The doctor said I can have another mug
full of cocoa.

One more chocolate biscuit.

Give us a hand.

Take that into cubicle two.

Oh, no way.

I'm not going near the aid block. No
way. It's for Kevin Watts.

All right.

Take him a few biscuits, yeah? I do.

I brought you cocoa, mate.

If you don't want your chocolate
biscuits, I'll have them.

Oh, believe me, I'll take it. Have you
been run over?

Are you doing the right mess? What have
they done to you, mate?

I fell on my head, you know.

I'm acting up, actually. It's crusty in
here, isn't it?

Give me my... What?

Give me my fucking cocoa.

The specials not found anything. We
checked every tape in their cell,

So Buffy was lying.

They both lied.

It means we could keep this balaclava
business internal.

No, we don't, Gary.

Every officer in Barfield must be
trusted.

What Holly did was a criminal offence. I
stand corrected. However, cell

searches are within our rights, even
more so when they're threatening to blow

Barfield with femtex.

Get rid of a lot of aggravation, though,
wouldn't they?

Very true.

Anyone fancy a pint? Ah, that's the best
offer I've had all night. Come on,

Gary. Come on, me.

Ooh, hey, Rob. What is this?

Ooh! Fast! Reading to the mates from
school, aren't we?

Ryan?

What are you keeping me waiting for?

paper. No rules.

Move it.

Lock up.

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