Afrikaans
Akan
Albanian
Amharic
Arabic
Armenian
Azerbaijani
Basque
Belarusian
Bemba
Bengali
Bihari
Bosnian
Breton
Bulgarian
Cambodian
Catalan
Cebuano
Cherokee
Chichewa
Chinese (Simplified)
Chinese (Traditional)
Corsican
Croatian
Czech
Danish
Dutch
English
Esperanto
Estonian
Ewe
Faroese
Filipino
Finnish
French
Frisian
Ga
Galician
Georgian
German
Greek
Guarani
Gujarati
Haitian Creole
Hausa
Hawaiian
Hebrew
Hindi
Hmong
Hungarian
Icelandic
Igbo
Indonesian
Interlingua
Irish
Italian
Japanese
Javanese
Kannada
Kazakh
Kinyarwanda
Kirundi
Kongo
Korean
Krio (Sierra Leone)
Kurdish
Kurdish (Soranî)
Kyrgyz
Laothian
Latin
Latvian
Lingala
Lithuanian
Lozi
Luganda
Luo
Luxembourgish
Macedonian
Malagasy
Malay
Malayalam
Maltese
Maori
Marathi
Mauritian Creole
Moldavian
Mongolian
Myanmar (Burmese)
Montenegrin
Nepali
Nigerian Pidgin
Northern Sotho
Norwegian
Norwegian (Nynorsk)
Occitan
Oriya
Oromo
Pashto
Persian
Polish
Portuguese (Brazil)
Portuguese (Portugal)
Punjabi
Quechua
Romanian
Romansh
Runyakitara
Russian
Samoan
Scots Gaelic
Serbian
Serbo-Croatian
Sesotho
Setswana
Seychellois Creole
Shona
Sindhi
Sinhalese
Slovak
Slovenian
Somali
Spanish
Spanish (Latin American)
Sundanese
Swahili
Swedish
Tajik
Tamil
Tatar
Telugu
Thai
Tigrinya
Tonga
Tshiluba
Tumbuka
Turkish
Turkmen
Twi
Uighur
Ukrainian
Urdu
Uzbek
Vietnamese
Welsh
Wolof
Xhosa
Yiddish
Yoruba
Zulu
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.
Can't find what you're looking for?
Get subtitles in any language from opensubtitles.com, and translate them here.