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DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

UNDER BREATH: Off. Off. Off.

HE CHUCKLES DRYLY

HE SIGHS

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HE EXHALES

UNDER BREATH: Off. Off. Off. Off.

HE SNIFFS

HE MOANS

HE PANTS

HE VOCALISES

UNDER BREATH: Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

Fuck you. Oh, fuck you.

SHUTTER CLICKS

SHUTTER CLICKS CONTINUE

Sorry, is that flame off?

Yeah.

OK, thank you.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Look - knob's turned to zero.

Yeah, no, I just... I-I thought the flame might still be on,

- like a fault. - No. I don't think they work like that.

OK.

- Of course not, thank you. - Mm.

Mm. You are fucked, mate.

Sorry.

BELL DINGS

DOOR OPENS, FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Oh, fuck.

Oh...

OK.

OK. OK.

CHATTER

Mummy's boy!

SHOUTS

Dan! Wagwan, Dan?

Oh. S'up, Dris?

It's all blessed, it's all good, it's all good. Listen.

Look, I just wanted to say thank you for your time and that.

Like, I really enjoyed your classes, but I can't attend no more.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

- I finally got that job in the kitchen, innit. - Ah!

Got promoted from servery and that.

- That's great news! - Come on. Thank you.

- I'm so pleased for you, Dris. - I'll be on the out soon, Dan.

I'm just waiting for my release date.

I can't lie, like... I need the distraction now.

All right, well, I'm pleased for you,

but I think I might be running a class on Wednesdays as well, so...

OK. OK!

THEY LAUGH

- ALl right, I might take that into consideration, still. - All right.

- Know what I mean? Check my schedule and that, you get me? - Mm.

But, yo, pots have got to come first, though, yeah?

Yeah, yeah, I get that.

Pots before...thoughts.

- Yeah, yeah. You're trying too hard now. - Yeah. All right.

- Yo, what you debating today, though? - Luck.

Yeah, I don't know anything about that.

You've never been lucky?

I've been washing pots.

I wash pots, I dry them, I put pots away.

And then after that?

I come back tomorrow and I wash more pots.

You know me, Dan. I'm just biding my time.

Waiting for the out.

HE CHUCKLES

There you go, gentlemen.

Wait, um, where's the rest?

Code red on the wing.

But there's just three.

One, two...

Wow, you're right.

Well, am I going to get more?

Um...

LOCK CLICKS

I want you to imagine two fictional worlds.

The first is called the Just World -

good things happen to good people.

Bad things happen to bad people.

Everyone is responsible for what they do

and everyone gets exactly what they deserve.

Yeah, but most don't think like that.

Too full of self-pity, boss.

Men in here whining like, "I don't deserve to be in prison."

HE TUTS

Fuck you, man.

And the other is called the Luck World.

Everything is pure luck.

Income, education, job - all decided on the flip of a coin.

You could be a prisoner or a judge -

it's got nothing to do with what you've actually done.

In the Luck World, no-one's responsible for where they are.

Yeah, that world IS imaginary.

So you think that our world's closer to the Just World

than the Luck World?

I'm in prison cos I made a choice.

I chose to put heroin in me.

People got to face their own immaturity.

You ever do drugs, Dan?

No, no. Never.

So what if people aren't to blame for their immaturity?

I'm 30! I'm going to be a dad.

I can't keep doing it.

- You got a son, Dan? - No. - Daughter?

No. No children.

You got a dad?

Not to speak of. What do you think, Greg?

OK.

What do you think, Samson?

Is our world closer to the Luck World or the Just World?

Samson?

Well, I'm here for causing death through dangerous driving.

I'm not a killer.

I mean, you want to talk about luck?

She was a rock climber.

She was just about to turn professional.

No kids, which...

..was good.

Only, er, she'd just got this dog

and...I don't know what happened to it.

Do you think the dog is OK?

Um, well, I, I...

I don't know.

I don't have a clue what happened to that dog.

I'm writing my life story.

Oh, yeah? That's...

That's great, Greg.

It's my life story.

Like everything I've done and that.

Would you just, like, read the first ten pages?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think I can do that.

DAN CHUCKLES

You've got them now?

It's a memoir.

Like my life story.

It starts with my dad.

He was inside as well.

You don't have to read it if you don't want to...

No, I... I, sorry, I do, Greg. I really do.

I want to read it, thank you.

I hear you're supposed to get this.

It's for Samson. He's on 24s.

Suicide watch. You need to fill it in.

Right.

"6:15, ate some of his food.

"7:20, quiet. Appeared tired.

"4am, moved.

"Appeared to be alive."

You're to write what you observed.

What you sitting for?

- I want to write what I've observed... - What did you observe?

He seemed morose...

..but OK.

That's it. "Morose but OK" - that's your report.

I've got 15 men to be taken down to Natal class. Write it.

Hello. Yeah. Um, my name's Daniel Stewer.

Um, you reported on a death through dangerous driving,

about six months ago.

A-A woman walking her dog.

Yeah, it happened outside this, um,

new-build sort of eco-house, I think.

It's quite distinctive. Big red doors.

Yes, that's it. That's the one.

I know this is going to sound odd,

but in it you say that she was walking a dog

and I'm just trying to find out what happened to it.

T-To the dog, yeah.

I wanted to talk to you about an employee of yours.

Yeah, that's right, the dog.

The dog, yeah.

I think a Labradoodle.

Yeah, yeah, she was, um, a member of your climbing club.

Um, about 26?

I know, yeah. So young.

Me? Um, well, I-I work in a prison, and the guy who was

convicted of the offence is wondering what happened to the dog.

Hello?

ALERT CHIMES

Oh, fuck!

Lee. So sorry.

- I'm so sorry. - It's all right. It's all good.

- I had to do a... I-I forgot. I'm sorry. - Dan, shut the fuck up.

- Look, you sure this is all right? - Yeah, of course.

When else am I going to be forced to sit through a French film?

Oh, shit. Look, let's do something else.

Dan, Dan, I am joking, all right?

It's the first night I've had out since the boy's been born.

We could sit in the toilet and stare at a wall for all I care.

- It's great. - It's not French, it's Senegalese.

Well, it doesn't matter - I'm going to hate it either way.

Everything all right?

Er, yeah, yeah, yeah. It's just, erm...

Erm, sorry. Hold on.

PHONE CHIMES

Sorry, it's this girl I'm sort of sponsoring.

She's having a bit of a rough time of it.

Says there's this work party tonight that she has to go to, so...

- Is that a good idea? - Uh, she's a recovering crack addict

who's six weeks sober. No, it's a fucking terrible idea.

- Well, what'd you say? - I said, "Don't go in. Do not go in.

- "Don't go in. Do not go in." - Right. And...?

Oh, she's going to go in. Yeah.

She's stood outside the place now, rattling.

She don't want to drink but she'll go in.

I reckon she'll call to tell me so in about two minutes.

- What you going to do? - Oh, I'll give her the bulletproof vest.

The bulletproof vest?

I'll say to her, "Here's what you do, right.

"You walk up to the door, you say a prayer, you walk in.

"You walk straight up to that bar-person and you look 'em

"in the eye, and when they ask you what you would like to drink,

"you say these words. 'I would like a glass of sparkling water, please.'

"And when they give you that drink,

"you hold on to it and you do not let go.

"As long as you've got that drink in your hand,

"everything'll be all right."

A bulletproof vest.

Christ.

My brother the guru.

Yeah, long way from injecting heroin into me cock, eh?

PHONE RINGS

Oh, hold on. Here we go.

Hello.

Yeah, no, no. Go on. Go on.

Yeah, you look them right in the eye, then you say these words.

"I would like a glass of sparkling water, please." Yeah, all right?

And when they give you that drink, you hold on to it and you do not

let go. Everything'll be all right. Yeah?

ON-SCREEN ARGUMENT IN FRENCH

- Is that bad news or good news? - I don't know.

Dan? Hey!

Hey! Oh, hey, Ryan!

- Hey. - How's it going? - I'm good, man.

I'm good. God, good to see you.

- You too. - Um, this is my mate, Jorange.

Er, Jorange. Like orange but with a J.

Jorange, sorry.

This, this is my - sorry - my brother, Lee.

Hi. Like Lee, but with a Lee.

What'd you guys think?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Yeah? You thought...?

Yeah. It was, um...

It was a bit...

It WAS a bit.

- It was a bit... - It was shit. - It was shit!

- Yes. Yeah, it really was. - It was shit.

- His last one was great, though. - Was it, though?

- Yeah, his last one, his last one was fucking... - Oh.

- Yeah, but that was... - I thought it was astounding.

- What you guys doing now? - I utterly loved it.

- Wow. - Do you want to go for a drink?

- Er, yeah, fuck it. Date night. - Yeah? Are you sure you...?

- Yeah, don't, don't need to worry. - OK, sorry. - It's all right.

- Well, let's, let's go. - Great, let's go!

God, it was absolutely transcendent.

Yeah, transcendently shit.

DANCE MUSIC, LOUD CHATTER

Listen, Jorange has some MDMA.

I didn't want to say anything in front of your brother,

but I thought maybe if you wanted some?

- No, no, not for me, thanks. - Are you sure? Because, Dan,

as you know, the fact you've never taken drugs is something I regard

- as a personal insult. - Mm, I do know that, Ryan.

And I just see it as my duty to peer pressure you into it.

You, you guys go for it.

Well, if you're sure. But listen,

- one of these days, I am going to get you so fucked up... - OK.

OK.

What?

You can do that, you know. Take drugs.

No, look, I'm not going to do that in front of you.

I don't mean now, dipshit. I just mean in general, you know?

- You can do drugs. - I don't want to do drugs.

Cos of me? Look, banging a couple of E's

and waving your arms around is a world away from what I used to do.

Yeah, I know, I know, I know.

It's just... I don't know, people don't have a clue.

And I'm not having a go at Ryan.

Like, he should have his fun, it's just...

He? He should? Dan, what about you?!

- You should have fun! - No, I'm not, I'm not saying

that I shouldn't have fun. I'm just saying that...

What's the difference between you and me?

Everything.

Luck.

That's the difference.

When Mum left Dad, I was a kid.

- You were practically an adult. - And?

And if I'd had eight years more of that man...

- ..I don't know, maybe... - Maybe...

Maybe what? Maybe you'd've turned out like me?

No. Look, Lee, I'm not saying...

You know I'm not saying that, all right? I just mean...

I don't know.

You went through hell.

Look, we ain't the same.

If it'd been the other way round,

we still would have turned out the same.

Oh, bollocks. Look, I got to go. It's Amber, she's picked up.

- Oh, shit. - Yeah. I want to get to her before she hits the rock.

- Are you going down there? - Yeah, although, honestly,

I don't know where there is - her texts ain't making much sense -

- but I got to go. - I'll come with you. - No, no, no, no, no. You stay.

- Lee, this is our night. - Dan, this ain't exactly you...

Well, let me help you. Let me... Come on, let me help.

Let me come with you.

Oh, come on. Lee, please.

Come on!

Fucking hell.

How's prison?

Good. It's good.

Well, no, it's, it's not good.

It's more kind of totally fucking insane.

Yeah, it's the chaos that gets you.

It's like you walk in and the prison just screams in your face

and it doesn't stop until you walk out again.

- LAUGHS: - Yeah! At least you get to walk out.

Imagine that nine months solid.

So what about university?

What about it?

Well, what was wrong with that job?

- Nothing wrong with it. - Well, you left it. - So?

So why did you leave?

OK, look, in school, I was always in trouble, right?

I was always winding up the teachers with irritating questions.

Yes. You were a right twat.

Well...

..irritating questions is the point of philosophy -

that's why I was drawn to it.

I suppose teaching in a university,

all of the questions just got a bit less irritating.

Wow.

I mean, that makes so little fucking sense it's unreal, bro.

I'm asking you - like, why a prison?

Why does it matter?

Oh, shit, we're getting off. Press the button.

BELL DINGS

MUSIC SPILLS OUT

NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE

She's not here.

Right. She drink?

Yeah. Got totalled in about an hour, had to be asked to leave.

By this lot. So she must be bad.

Do you...Do you know where she is now?

- Yeah. She went to see a bloke called Guppy. - Who's Guppy?

Guppy's a crack dealer.

Oh, my God, Lee!

LEE LAUGHS

Lee, Lee, Lee!

All right, Gups. How's you?

Yeah, yeah. I'm good.

I'm so good.

Jesus, look at this. Look at you!

What's it been, like two months?

- Three years. - Fuck!

So what, you're like, you're clean now?

- Yeah, three years clean. - Mate, that is incredible.

I am so proud of you, man.

So what is it, like, working, job, house, baby?

- Is that right - a baby I hear? - Yeah, ten-week-old boy.

Oh, lovely.

- That's what it's about. - Yeah.

- Who's this? - Oh, this is my brother, Dan.

And he has never done drugs.

- You're kidding! - Nah.

Dan! Clean Dan.

Nice one, Dan.

Two people to be proud of.

You're fucking amazing, Lee.

And just so you know, what you're doing, I fully endorse that.

Aw, thanks, Gups.

- So you want to score, or...? - I'm looking for someone.

A girl. I think she came down here. Amber.

Oh, I don't do names.

She's got sort of small eyes.

Oh, yeah. Small eyes.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. She was here about an hour ago.

After a pebble, but I'm all out. She was well upset.

Not happy with that at all.

OK, so she hasn't scored yet?

Nah. Pissed as a nun's cunt, but drug-free.

- OK. - She a friend? Sister?

Sponsee.

You're on a programme?

Mate, that is inspiring. That is so inspiring.

Hey, maybe I should get back in.

If you want, I'll take you to a meeting.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'd love that!

Not this week, though. I got a lot on.

But maybe like...

- ..next year. - Yeah...

Do you know where she went, Gups?

I think she went down by the garages.

Oh, shit. I'd better get down there.

All right, all right. Listen, Lee, it was so good to see you.

And whatever you're doing, keep it up, man. I mean that.

And here.

That's a freebie, just for you.

I'm clean, Gups.

I hear you, I hear you.

What about your brother, you want a freebie?

I'm...I'm good, thanks.

All right, all right.

So fucking proud of you, man!

My guy, Lee!

Did you used to score down here?

Yeah, down here, up there, round about.

Scored everywhere, Dan.

And this is worse gear? It's worse than Guppy's gear?

Ah, it's not worse exactly, it's just a bit...

..grimmer.

That's how it works. You start at The Ritz,

you end up at Chicken Cottage. Why do you ask?

SIRENS IN DISTANCE

Mm.

I've been thinking a lot about Dad recently.

Yeah, I don't know why.

I dream about him sometimes.

- Really? - Yeah.

Fuck, I shouldn't've let you come.

Why you saying that?

Ah, cos I don't like you seeing all this dirt.

Do you remember Uncle Pete's wedding?

No, I weren't at Uncle Pete's wedding.

- Yes, you were. - No, I weren't.

Lee, you were at Uncle Pete's wedding.

Dan, I swear on my kid's fucking life,

I was not at Uncle Pete's wedding!

We shared a hotel room.

You had to inject so that you could sleep.

You kept poking the needle into the sole of your foot to find a vein.

That took an hour.

And every time you missed a vein, you'd apologise to me.

To me.

But you were the one who was in pain.

I'd run out of methadone.

- You shouldn't've seen that. - Well, you shouldn't have had to do that.

Look, the point is, I have seen things, OK.

- I'm not a different species to you. - Oh, my God.

You're doing my head in with all this stuff.

Come on, let's go.

- Love for that, Will. Thank you. - Yeah, man.

- See if he wants one as well. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What's up, Andy?

Lee! Fuck, what you doing here?

I'm looking for someone. Girl called Amber.

- Do you know her? - Small eyes?

- Yeah. - Yeah, she was here.

- Did she score? - Nearly, but the feds've been up our arse all night.

- She went. - Do you know where?

Yeah. But you're not going to like it.

SIRENS APPROACH

Not Marty's? Fuck! Fuck!

- Fucking great. - Why, who's Marty?

Marty's awful.

- Jesus Christ, man. - Stay where you are, please.

I mean, what is it with you lot? It's the third time tonight!

Yeah? Well, go home, then.

My name's PC Stanton. I'm from Forest Gate Police Station.

I have the right to conduct a stop and search in this location

under Section 60 of the Criminal Justice and Public Order Act.

Can you please take everything out your pockets for me

and raise your arms to shoulder height.

- Am I going to find any needles, today? - No.

Any sharp objects today?

No, not today, no.

Don't need to search you.

- What? Why not? - Sir, please move away.

SIGHING

Look, I think you should wait around the corner. I mean, this guy...

I really fucking hate this guy.

Then we can hate him together.

Marty. All right, how's it...how's it going?

How do you fucking think it's going?

- I thought you was clean. - I am clean.

Yeah, so what the fuck you doing knocking on my door?

I'm looking for someone. A girl.

SIRENS IN DISTANCE

Jesus, Lee, what is this?

Name's Amber.

- So? - She came here to score.

- So? - Marty, will you just fucking tell me

whether she came here to score, please?

OK. Where she go after?

- The way you talk to me. - Oh...

The way you fucking talk to me.

- You've always looked down on me, Lee. - Right, she's clean,

she's trying and I'm trying to get to her before she chucks that

all away. So will you fucking tell me where she went to blaze?

Please.

She's here. Right.

Shit.

- Amber? Marty, why's she like this? - Just relax. Jesus.

She was bouncing, so I gave her a xanny to calm her...

- Amber? Amber? - ..but she's out of practice and it zonked her.

- But she's all right. - Amber? Amber? - She's all right! Jesus, Lee.

She's all right. This is my fucking house, mate!

Is she...? Lee, is she OK?

Yeah, we just need to get her out of here.

- Erm... - No, no, wait. I'm going to fuck her.

When she wakes up, I mean.

- What the fuck are you talking about? - Look, she said I could, all right?

- Jesus Christ. - What, I'm being a gentleman! She said I could.

- I got consent. I'm being nice. - Oh, yeah. You're being just gorgeous.

Right, er, give us a hand. Er, take her weight, watch her head.

- OK. - I'll get... All right, OK, yeah, all right.

Amber, it's only Lee. We're just going to try

- and get you up, all right? Ready? - OK. - Yeah, all right. Don't lean her

- in, though. - I'm not leaning her in. - You're leaning her in, mate.

- No, I'm not, Lee. - Come on, come on. Take her. I've got her.

Fucking hell!

I'm being nice.

What the fuck are you doing?

She said I could. She said.

You always were an arsehole, Marty. Put that down before you...

No! Don't, don't, don't, don't underestimate me!

I'm sick of you doing that, Lee.

Look, mate, she's not well...

You have always looked down on me.

..so I am taking her with me, do you understand that?

That I'm not leaving here without her?

Then you ain't leaving here.

Is this a party wall?

- What? - This is... It's a party wall, right?

- What you talking about? - You share this wall with someone else?

- It's a party wall. - Don't fuck with me, you prick!

I'm not, I'm not. The bullet's going to go through. Once it's goes

through Lee, it's going to carry on through the brickwork and the person

on the other side's going to call the police.

It's a confirmed gunshot. They're going to be here

within eight minutes and then you'll be in handcuffs

in 30 with a murder charge pending - a double if you kill me.

That's going to be your life, in half an hour.

Or we just go.

Just put her on the end there.

Yeah.

All right.

OK, uh, Lee, I think, I think we should get moving.

No, no, no. We need to sober her up.

All right, we can't just wander around with an unconscious girl

- in our arms. - A hospital, maybe?

No, she's not fucking OD'd, Dan! She's just out of it, all right?!

- Why are you shouting at me? - Because you shouldn't be here!

He was pointing a gun at you - what the fuck where you thinking?!

- Lee, I just got us out. - Yeah, but you shouldn't have been there

in the first place! Do you not get that?!

OK, look, OK, Lee. I'm a grown man, yeah, OK?

- I can make my own decisions, thank you. - Yeah, like working in a prison.

What's that got to do with it?

Because you are choosing to go into that place.

That cesspit - you're choosing that.

I can't remember how many times I was inside, but I never chose it.

Uncle Frank never chose it.

Even a fucking psycho like our dad never chose it.

So why are you choosing it?

Oh, my God. I don't know! I don't know.

Right, look, we've got to sober her up so we can get her home.

There's an offie down there.

- Right. - Go and get some water, energy drinks...

- Lee... - ..fucking pasty or something.

- OK, look, Lee... - Dan, please!

BIRDSONG

- Um... - Can I help you?

Yeah, um...

Where did you get that dog?

Why do you want to know?

There was, um...

Sorry. There was a woman.

She was...she was killed here.

And she had a dog, but, um...

No-one was looking after it.

It was just a puppy. It ran in.

We tried to contact the police, but no-one was interested.

No-one um...

Look, my kids love her, yeah.

They just love her.

What do you call her?

Scumbag.

It's affectionate.

Can I take a photo?

I won't say anything, I-I promise.

Just want a photo.

Yeah.

SHUTTER CLICKS

So what happened to the bulletproof vest?

I did that.

I did exactly what you told me.

I said a prayer, walked in, went up to the barman and said,

"I'll have a sparkling water."

And?

And he said, "We're out."

So I said, "OK.

"Large gin and tonic, then."

That was that.

I fucked it, Lee.

Only for today, mate.

Tomorrow's tomorrow. Tomorrow's looking good.

The writer Primo Levi survived the Holocaust.

He saw the most extreme forms of dehumanisation that have

ever taken place.

But he always maintained that he should not be considered

a true witness of Auschwitz.

The only true witnesses, he said, were those who'd died.

Levi knew that he was lucky...

..but he was haunted by that luck.

He couldn't shake the sense that he was, um...

That he was alive, um...

..in another's...

Um, in another's...

Um...

Boss?

Um...

..another's place.

As though he were his brother's Cain.

Um, where's the guy who bunks here?

Your pad-mate, Samson - where is he?

UNTRANSLATED

Oh, Dris. Dris. You seen Samson?

- Huh? - Samson.

The guy in this cell?

Oh, that guy. Yeah, he's dead, innit.

- He's what? - Yeah, he killed himself. Suicide.

He...

- He's...he's killed himself? - Yeah.

I mean, no, he didn't kill himself, but he tried.

Dris, is he alive or dead?

Oh, he's alive right now, but he went off the wire, so he's dead.

Only a matter a time, boss.

SAMSON BREATHES RAGGEDLY

SAMSON SOBS

KETTLE WHISTLES

Oh, fuck.

WHISTLING SLOWS

CLATTERING

HE BREATHES DEEPLY

HE BREATHES RAGGEDLY

HE BELLOWS

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