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- Face the wall!

- Got up about six in the morning,

maybe a bit earlier.

We were woken up by shouts and screams

that we could hear coming from A wing.

We were playing cards during the time,

but we couldn't concentrate on the game.

I mean, we were scared less.

We were the third cell along,

so it took them about 15 minutes to get to us.

- Get your clothes off.

Come on! Up against the wall!

Come on, around.

Around!

- Get off! No!

Ah! Leave me alone!

Ah! Ah!

My leg.

Leave me alone, you bastard!

No!

- There, that'll do!

- Leave me alone!

Leave me...

And they just left.

Then they...

We could hear them going on down through the cells,

bashing the other crims.

And this was after they'd promised us

that there'd be no reprisals, no bashings.

They were just like a pack of animals.

- But isn't it true that the prisoners at the jail

rioted the night before?

- It wasn't a riot, it was a sit-in.

But even if it had been a riot, I mean,

does it give those the right

to bash the out of us?

- Yes, but it's a matter of prison discipline, surely.

A sit-in is a lack of--

- A sit-in is a peaceful demonstration against...

- They were just like a pack of animals.

It was a sit-in, it wasn't a riot.

They were just like a pack of animals.

We could hear them going through the cells,

bashing the other crims.

It was a sit-in, it wasn't a riot.

Does that give the bastards a right

to bash the shit out of us?

We could hear them going through the cells

bashing the other crims.

It was a sit-in, it wasn't a riot.

Just like a pack of animals.

It was a sit-in, it wasn't a riot.

They were just like a pack of animals.

- But it had an enormous effect on the screws out there,

while you and the other crims were on telly.

- And they were the only bastards it had any effect on.

- Jesus Christ, mate, don't use a full match.

I'll split it for you.

- And I'll take one of your smokes.

Otherwise, I'll cough meself to death.

It's a fuckin' boob tobacco, you see?

- I'll take an extra paper while you're at it.

You'll never get one round all that.

- Don't get too smart.

- They made Partridge a senior now, you know.

- Partridge?

He's a mad, dangerous swine, that cunt.

- Right.

Now he's a senior swine.

- Yeah, well, I'd like to blow his bloody head

off his fuckin' shoulders.

- I know how you feel.

There's just no way I'm gonna do life

over a bastard like him.

- That's the only thing they understand.

- There's gotta be other ways, mate.

- Yeah, well, I tried the other ways,

and all the good I did was sell more fuckin' newspapers.

- There's just no way I'm gonna do life over a screw.

- Yeah, well, it's the only thing they understand.

'Cause those bastards out there, the newspapers,

the lot don't give one fuckin' fuck what happens to crims.

- Can I have my tobacco back?

- Go on.

All fuckin' out!

Come on, move it, you bastards!

Move it!

- Get them fucking cuffs off.

You, fasten that fucking jacket.

Keep your fucking eyes to the front, bastard.

Welcome back, Jackson.

I see you've only got a little one this time.

Six months for shoplifting.

You've lost your nerve.

- I have a mind to smash your rotten head.

- No.

There'll be plenty of time for you

to have a little chat with Jackson, Mr. McIntosh.

And put him straight on all those lies

he told about decent officers

on television and in the newspapers.

Get that fucking thing out of your ear.

- I could wear it at the base, sir.

- Put it with his private property, Mr. McIntosh.

Left turn.

Move off.

- Keep in fucking line.

- All right, line up over there.

Empty your pockets on the floor.

Strip off.

- Hold it.

Out.

You, out.

Get in here and line up.

Move it.

Right.

Give 'em all good Gatunga cuts.

Carry on, Mr. McIntosh.

- 29, 48...

- Get a pass to the kitchen, boss?

- There's a mate of yours on the escort.

- Yeah, I know.

China Jackson.

- They shouldn't have sent him back here.

- No.

- Where do you want to go?

- Kitchen.

- Well, fuck if I know.

There's enough fuckin' trouble in the rotten place

without having China back here to stir up the pricks.

- Oh, I don't think he'd go out of his way

to stir 'em, will he?

- With him just fuckin' being here after what he's done

is enough to stir up the fuckin' desperates.

- All correct, sir.

- I just want to see 98.

- Yeah, I better piss off.

I'll put Alby back in the cell with you.

- Where are you going, 124?

- Just brought the tea buckets, boss.

- Get back to the wing where you belong.

Don't forget.

I don't want Jackson being made into a hero again.

For sure.

Is that the lot then, Mr. McIntosh?

- Just one more, Mr. Partridge, I think.

- Your turn, son.

Don't you want to have your hair cut, son?

Well, I don't think the governor would go along with that.

You see, he doesn't like long-haired lads from Long Bay

making his jail look untidy.

Get in the fuckin' chair.

Cut his fucking hair.

- I couldn't do that, sir, if he doesn't want me to.

- Lock 'em both up in the pound, Mr. McIntosh.

- Don't lock him up, boss, he can cut me hair.

- Lock them both up, Mr. McIntosh.

- Come on, bastards, move.

Move!

- The rest of you...

Back to the way you came, to the clothing store.

Right turn.

Move out.

Move!

Time for your haircut, son.

- Get fucked!

- Oh, yeah?

- Everybody out of A wing except for sweepers.

Everybody out of A wing except the sweepers.

- Out of your pockets, 18.

- There's a mug there if ever I saw one.

- Sure. How you doin'?

- Good, mate. Good to see you.

- Yeah, me, too.

- You're looking good.

Good day. How are you, man?

- Not too bad.

- Hey.

You okay?

- Yeah.

The screws don't fuckin' hurt me.

Have a look.

- Shit.

- Right there. Right on me legs, back.

And look at this.

- Billy McMahon, who else?

- Yeah, here's your follow up.

- Promise?

- Heard you got here.

Look, we don't want you stirring any trouble

while you're here.

You got it?

- Yeah, I got it.

And now you get it.

I don't give a fuck what you or anybody else wants.

Got it?

And I'll tell you what I want,

and that's to do the few months I gotta do

the easiest and the quickest way I can.

Got it?

And as far as I'm concerned,

you can take your filthy fuckin' jail,

and you can shove it where you wanna shove it.

Got it?

- Filthy dog's working with screws.

- Don't think much of the company you keep.

- Redford, you bastard.

- Good day, old shit.

- Thought you were down south?

- Uh, I was till the other week.

- And what happened? Shanghaied?

- Yeah, well, putting a threatener on a screw.

- Jesus, you're lucky you didn't cop Grafton.

- Well, I don't know so much about that.

You wait till you've been here a couple of weeks.

You might have seconds about how lucky I was.

- Nothin's changed?

- Nah, it's worse, if anything,

with Partridge, yeah, runnin' the fuckin' joint.

- Fuck the fuckin' joint.

- You can't.

It's been fucked.

- Good day.

- What I mean is,

I just don't wanna blow up with it

when the whole place goes.

- Well, you goin' the right way about it,

putting threateners on screws...

- Oh, mate.

The fuckin' animal just wouldn't get off me bloody back.

- Come on, you've done enough nick

not to let the asses tumble you.

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know all right,

but this fuckin' heap of shit,

he just kept at me all the bloody time.

Pick, pick, pick.

Anyway, I got him one morning and I said,

"Listen, Cap.

Any more shit out of you,

and I'm gonna jam your rotten head

right down through your fuckin' asshole."

- And here you are.

- Yeah.

And here I am.

- All in.

- Oh, listen, Redders, I need a good stickbook

to pull my mind outta this rotten joint.

- Yeah.

Oh, well, I've got just the thing for you.

Hey, listen, I'll send it down with Tony.

- Good.

- Why the fuck do we keep gettin' into trouble?

- 'Cause we can't keep our sticky fingers to ourselves.

- Still paperin' the countryside with dead checks, eh?

- Well, I'm too old to be climbin' through windows.

- Old Bob the paper hand.

- Smart ass.

- Face the wall.

I said face the wall!

- Whoops, sorry.

- That'll do.

That'll do.

- They're gone.

Hey.

I'll make a brew.

Don't let the joint tumble ya, son.

Just stick your head down, your ass up, and do it.

How long did you get?

- Six months.

- You'll shit in it.

- Yeah, I'll shit in it.

- 71.

Fuckin' yard's filthy.

- Yes, sir, the yard is filthy.

- Well, you'll just have to do it again, won't you?

I asked you a question, 71.

- Yes, sir, I'm sorry, sir.

I'll sweep the yard again, sir.

- Put that cigarette out.

You've left yourself open two charges, smart ass.

Dumb insolence and disrespect to an officer.

Now, what do you got to say about that, smart ass?

- I'm sorry, sir. I meant no offense, sir.

- You think you're a real smart bastard, don't you?

I asked you a question, smart ass.

- Um, Mr. McIntosh,

could you look after the cell block for me?

- I'm just putting this--

- Now, Mr. McIntosh.

That's an order.

71?

- Yes, sir?

- Well, Jackson, I see you're back.

- Yes, sir, I'm back in Gatunga jail.

- Um...

I don't know how to put this, but, uh,

I'm not too proud about what happened.

- Permission to sweep the yard, sir.

- Bugger the yard, it's clean enough.

- I like sweeping the yard, sir.

- All right, sweep the fuckin' yard.

- You made a cunt of me in front of a crim.

- You were wrong.

- You made a cunt of me!

- You were setting him up for a pinch.

- Now, what's that got to do with it?

You made a cunt of me in front of a crim!

- You leave the wing immediately, Mr. McIntosh, now!

- I'll see you outside the gates,

where your fuckin' rank doesn't mean a fuckin' thing.

- Well, Partridge had 'em painted earlier today.

I think you must have to stand on the line or somethin'.

What do you think about that, China?

- Fucked if I know.

Do what you like with the filthy joint.

Stand on 'em.

What's the difference? Stand on 'em.

- Oh, no, mate, you gotta make a stand.

I mean, you can't let the bastards run all over you.

- Do what you fuckin' all like, then.

- Jackson's right.

Doesn't matter where you stand.

- Yes, it does.

Don't stand on 'em.

- You go out and stand on 'em, pal.

You'll be one out.

- Right, mug. You and I.

- Anytime, pal.

And don't forget to bring your backups.

- Fall in!

Fall in on the lines.

Fall in on the lines!

Fall in!

- What's the trouble?

- The bastards won't fall in.

- They have fallen in, Mr. Partridge.

- Not on the new lines, they haven't.

- Call the master, Mr. Norton.

- 110.

- Sir.

- 28. - Sir.

- 389. - Sir.

- 177. - Sir.

- 307. - Sir.

- 65.

- Yes, sir.

- 98. - Right.

- 262. - Yes.

- 71. - Yes, sir.

- 12. - Yes.

- Face the wall!

Whose is this?

- That's mine.

- Mine, what?

- Sir.

- Okay, Hogan, you're pinched for washing in the cell.

- And with having him boiling up gear.

- You bastard.

- And with swearing at an officer in the course of his duty.

And with dumb insolence to an officer.

- The bastard.

- And another count of swearing at an officer.

- 110.

389.

307.

28.

21.

19.

206.

29.

- What's this?

- Yeah, I know, it's light.

It's an order from the commissioner, knockin' it down.

We'll have a meetin' about it tomorrow.

- What's that?

- It's the sugar.

They knocked it down by eight ounces a week.

Can't do anything about it now.

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

- We'll do more than fuckin' talk about it.

- Why don't they wake up?

- All I'm fuckin' well saying

is that it's worth a fuckin' try.

- You can't talk to that fuckin' desperate.

All he's gonna say is make application

and tell you to piss off.

- Yeah, okay,

but what else is there, a fuckin' riot?

- Yeah, a fuckin' riot.

That's all the ass will understand.

- But we had one, three years ago.

Do you remember?

And we got our heads belted in for our effort.

Now, that's a great result.

- That's because we let the bastard con us

into going back into the cells.

- At any rate, this is different.

- How the fuckin' hell is it any different?

- 'Cause I asked him yesterday

to let us bring a delegation over to see him.

- Fuckin' useless.

- Well, at least he's agreed to talk to us this time.

- Let's work out how it's gonna go

and then see the bastard.

- You're all fuckin' weak.

- Good day, Redders.

- Fuck off, poofter.

Well, go on! Piss off!

- Lover's tiff, mate?

- Oh, I don't know.

I don't know what it is.

After I fuck 'em, I just can't stand the weak bastards.

- Maybe you're going queer again.

Starting to fancy women.

- Nah, of course I'm still into women on the out,

but inside is different.

Oh, I don't know.

Must be goin' mad.

- You said it, pal, not me.

- Ah, I mean, like...

I put an enormous amount of work in on the bastards,

until they let me fuck 'em.

And once I get it into their bums,

I get crooked on 'em for being such weak bastards

for letting me fuck 'em.

Oh, I don't know.

Must be going mad.

- I wouldn't worry.

You'll meet the right one one of these days.

I mean, you're still young yet.

Well, not as young as all that.

- Oh, get fucked.

- No thanks.

- You know Alby's arranged for a delegation of crims

to see the governor on Monday, don't you?

Well...

They want you to be part of the delegation.

- "Well, Jackson, what can I do for you?"

"Leave the jail, Governor."

"Why, Jackson?"

""Cause you're the trouble, sir."

"Oh, good, thanks for telling me.

I've always wondered what the trouble with this jail is.

Is there anything else?"

"Yeah, piss off and take your screws with you."

"Oh, good.

We'll go first thing in the morning."

What fuckin' bullshit!

Any idiot that thinks he can tell the trouble

what the trouble is is right off the fuckin' planet!

Just leave me to run my own race, all right?

- Take off your caps. File in there.

Hold there.

Right turn.

Salute the Governor.

- I don't know if I'm doing the right thing

in having this meeting.

In fact, I'm not even sure I'm allowed to.

- We asked for it, sir, because of the tension in the jail.

- And the delegation is not made up

the way I told 24 I wanted it made up.

- There wasn't enough time, sir.

And we thought that--

- 24, I told you I wanted this delegation

made up of one long-term prisoner,

one short-term prisoner, one outsider--

- The situation in the jail is so serious

we fear somebody might get hurt or even killed

if things are allowed to go on the way they are.

- If you're quite finished, 206,

you may allow me to finish talking to 24.

24, I told you exactly how I wanted this delegation made up.

You've gone ahead and ignored my orders,

thereby leaving yourself wide open to a charge

of disobeying a lawful order.

Now, what have you got to say about that?

- Sir, we thought that--

- That's where you made your first mistake, 24.

You're prisoners.

I'm the one who does the thinking around this jail.

- Sir, I don't think you fully understand

just how serious the unrest in the jail really is.

- This is my jail, 206!

And I assure you, I am fully aware of what's going on in it.

- 28, 32, in the kitchen.

- Well, tell me all the good news.

- Nothing to tell.

It was a waste of fuckin' time.

He's a fuckin' idiot.

- Yeah.

Well, now you might listen to some sense for a change

and stack on a real blue.

- I don't know about that blue.

- Ah, fuck me dead, Tony,

you blokes really amaze me.

You let the whole fuckin' world shit on you.

- What's gotten into him?

- He's a fuckin' joke.

- Pick 'em up and put 'em on.

- What's this?

- You're off to Grafton for being an intractable prisoner.

- You bastards!

No! No!

- What's happening?

- It's Hogan. He's been shanghaied.

Partridge and three super screws.

- Oh, he's fucked.

He's off to fuckin' Grafton.

- Bastards!

- They've given him a nice old biff.

That's not half what he'll get when he gets to Grafton.

Poor bastard.

- Cleanest the yard's ever been.

You'll probably get a special remission.

- Right now, listen to your numbers.

- Get fucked. - If you're gonna be like that

I won't tell you the good news.

- I'm going back to bay?

- You're not that lucky.

But I noticed Webster's got a letter for you.

- 39.

- 71, boss.

- Get back to work.

- That's my letter, boss. Can I have it, please?

- What letter?

- The one in your hand, sir.

Can I have it, please?

- Ooh, I can't see any letter here for you, 71.

- Get back to work, or I'll lock you up.

- Please, sir, can I have my letter?

- Okay, smart ass.

You're locked up for disobeying an order.

I told you to get back to work.

Put the broom down.

- Touch me again, cunt,

and I'll kick you all around the fucking jail.

- Get to the wing.

- Bastards!

- 37.

- What's this all about?

- Bastards!

Come on!

- I said, what's this all about?!

- I'm locking 71 up.

- Come on, shit!

- Looks like he's locking himself up.

Get in, pig!

Come on, you fuckin' animal, I want you in here.

Get in here!

- What's it for?

- Abusing me.

- Get in here, animal. Come on!

- Oh, no.

You'll be going in there by yourself.

- Come on, you ignorant shit, get in here!

- He sounds mad.

He used to fight 10 rounders in the clubs, you know?

Of course, I suppose he's not as fit as he used to be.

I tell you what.

I'll lock the door so the pair of you won't be disturbed.

- Come on, animal, get your ass in here!

- Smoke?

- Get fucked!

- I'll talk to you when you've calmed down.

- I'll rip your face off, you bloody animal!

Come here!

- Hey, tell me,

what's a nice, young bloke like you doing in the nick?

- 12 months for stealing.

- You couldn't beat it, eh?

- No, I took the money. I was guilty.

- Oh, shit, man.

Don't say that evil word in front of me.

It's evil, mate, plain bloody evil.

Nobody's ever guilty.

Well, ask around. Ask anyone.

They'll all tell you the same thing.

It's always those rotten jacks and their bloody lies.

And here you are,

the only genuine guilty crim in the entire fuckin' joint.

Got much form?

- Form?

- You're a first fuckin' timer.

- Yeah.

- Oh, fuck me.

I didn't think there were any of 'em left.

No, don't feel too bad about it.

We were all first-timers once.

Stealing, eh?

- Yeah, from the bank I worked in.

- Shit. How much did you get?

- A thousand.

- Only a thousand?

- Yeah.

- I thought you said you worked in a bank.

- I did.

I was gonna put it back.

- Put it fuckin' back?

- Yeah.

- You're a fuckin' punter.

You were gonna put it on a horse, right?

And you were gonna put the money back

when the horse won, right?

- Yeah.

- But the horse lost, and here you are.

You know, don't worry. Your troubles are over.

Hey, who do you share the cell with?

- Oh, I don't know his name.

Dave something or other.

- Obviously, not a dear friend.

- Far from it.

- Excellent!

Then I shall make immediate arrangements

for you to move in with me.

So that I can start on your rehabilitation program.

- Well, I don't want--

- No, no, no, no.

I don't want any thanks.

Just feel it was my duty.

I mean, if you'd done my program

before you did the bank job,

you wouldn't be in the nick now.

You know why?

Because I've got the one and only infallible,

unbeatable betting system in the entire fuckin' world.

- A wing immediately.

- Hey, Tony.

Put 177 in with me.

Jeez, Redders.

You pick some great moments to think with your prick.

I bet he's a nice, young boy.

- No joke.

I'll have your balls for earrings.

- Come on, exercise.

You can finish your cigarette later.

When you come out of the pound tomorrow,

steer clear of McIntosh and a few of the others.

They're definitely out to get you.

I'm only warning you.

- What's all this "I'm only warning you" shit all about?

- I'm just offering you a bit of advice.

- Yeah, well, don't bother.

Last bit of advice you gave me was with a baton, remember?

- Believe me when I say I'm sorry.

Now, I'm sorry that had to happen.

- For Christ's sake, don't give me that bullshit.

- Keep walking or I'll have to put you back in your cell.

- That's better.

That's more like your old self.

I don't wanna walk anymore.

- Don't move!

- What are you goin' on about?

- Don't move!

- I don't know about you, but I got work to do.

- Who threw that?

- Throw what?

- Stay there.

- Ah, I don't know what you're talkin' about.

- All right, everyone!

Get in the exercise yard, we're havin' a meetin'.

The bastards have sacked Old Bob and all the carpenters!

Come on!

- Get back to work, 19!

- See if you can do something to slow 'em up.

- You slow your mob up will be more like it.

- I'll do what I can in the front office.

Just see what you can do.

- If we can do something,

it'll only be on the condition that no one cops any flak.

- Yeah, yeah.

No shanghais, nothin', okay?

- I'll fix it.

- Use your brains, mug.

We've tried that before and it hasn't worked.

Now, I've taken enough shit from these bastards!

We're gonna stay here in the fuckin' exercise yard...

- Fuckin' idiots!

You keep listening to rats like this,

and all you're doing is giving those bastards out there

another reason to beat the shit out of us.

If we go back inside, there'll be no reprisals?

Nothin'?

- Nothing.

- This ain't the way.

Now, let's get back to work

before other rats start getting in the act.

Come on.

- Come on, chaps, back to work.

- Come on, will ya?

Go on, then!

- 389, put your hat on.

- Yes, sir.

- You shouldn't have gone over the top

on him like that, mate.

You know they won't keep their promises.

- Why don't you try to understand?!

Are you that stupid?!

Can't you see we've got about as much say as a caged canary?

They can kill us anytime they like.

They can do anything they like to us.

They've got complete control.

They can kill us.

- Yeah, yeah, mate.

Go to bed, the bell's gone.

- Yeah, I'm sorry.

- No sweat.

We're all on the one side.

- Get dressed.

Get back to sleep.

Move it.

- Bloody man!

Fuckin' prudes!

What are you doin' wakin' me up in the middle of the night

and sending me to Grafton?

- Halt.

All right, this side.

- Relax.

Just came to say I'm sorry

about Old Bob.

And your mate 124.

- Tony?

- Yeah.

They shanghaied him, too.

I did all I could.

The front office doesn't believe in promises.

Smoke?

You know, when I started working here 16 years ago,

I was pretty scared.

I don't know what it was.

Either the movies I'd seen, or the television, I don't know.

And they put me on the tower on my first day with a rifle.

Looked down into the yards, at all of you crims,

and you all looked pretty tough to me.

I even imagined what I'd do

if you ever stormed up the tower,

whether I'd drop the rifle and jump

or stay and be a hero.

Anyway, the older screws told me

that the only way to control you blokes was to stay on top.

Always keep you under our thumbs.

And it worked.

And I wasn't scared anymore.

That's up until you blokes

took over the jail three years ago.

I realized then that the only way we had control

was because you let us have control.

There's always been more of you than there is of us.

And I got scared again.

So when we got control back,

we had to belt you guys to make you scared.

So you know what to expect if you try it on again.

- 24.

Over here.

Give us your jacket.

Pretty smart the other day, weren't you, bastard?

- What's this, 24?

- Leave it!

Answer Mr. Partridge, bastard.

- I wouldn't have a clue.

I've never seen it before in my life.

- Looks like an escape plan to me.

Pound cells.

- Pick up your jacket, bastard.

- Now keep out of it.

- What the fuck's going on?

- I don't know, keep out of it.

- Who's the poor crim?

- I don't know.

- Bullshit.

- 24.

- Alby?

You gotta be fuckin' crazy!

Jesus Christ, you bastards want a riot!

- You don't fuckin' listen, do you?

I told you, I don't...

I'll never be in that position again.

- Mr. Norton.

Thank you.

- I'm gonna see how he is.

Well, are you gonna let me through?!

- Christ.

- Alby!

Alby!

He's hurt. Open the fuckin' door.

Ah, Jesus.

The bastards.

He'll have to go to hospital.

- I don't know about that.

- Well, you can't leave him here.

Well?!

- I'll get you the male nurse.

Take him back to his own cell.

206 won't be able to stay in the cell with him.

- Well, someone will have to look after the poor bastard.

- 206 is going to another cell,

and that's all there is to it.

- He can come in with me.

- I don't think that's a good idea.

- Why not?

- Your present attitude.

- What about my attitude?

- 206 is gonna want calming down, not stirring up.

- I want no more trouble than you do.

- The dogs are not gonna get away with this.

- Of course not.

- What's turned you around?

- I haven't changed.

- Well, the crims think you have.

- Well, they're wrong.

- Well, I'm not so sure they are.

- They are.

- Well, prove it.

- Get fucked.

I got the form on the board.

- You used to have.

- And you reckon I've lost it

because I won't be part of silly sit-ins?

- You're the only one that's callin' 'em silly.

- Well, they fuckin' well are.

Come on, Riley,

you know you've gotta do more than sit in the yards

to do anything.

- Such as?

- Burn the fuckin' joint to the ground.

- Oh, yeah, Jack, by the way,

how's 24?

- He's back in his own cell with a couple of broken ribs.

- Best place for him.

He had a fight in the yard, you know.

I'm trying to find out who with.

'Night.

- 'Night.

- That bastard!

- Yeah, goodnight, Jack.

- For God's sake, Jim,

can't you see what that mad bastard's doing?

He's the one that kicked 24 and broke his ribs.

- Now, listen, Jack, that's a very serious allegation

to make against a fellow officer.

- Oh, cut that crap out, Jim.

You know what he's like.

- Talk like that gets you into trouble with the unions.

You gotta be careful.

- Fuck the unions!

Can't you fuckin' work at it through your fuckin' head

that if this type of thing keeps on going on,

this whole place is gonna blow sky high?

And there's no way you're gonna contain it

within four walls this time.

- Now, you be careful.

I'm not gonna allow you to talk to me like that.

I'll overlook it this time.

- Over-fuckin'-look it?!

Christ Almighty!

Here we have the same bloody thing

building up all over again and all you're worried about

is my attitude,

not what the other bastards are doing to cause it!

- Yeah, well, I'll talk to him

when you've calmed down a bit.

- Jim.

Now, look, I can't go through this again.

You know what happened after the last one?

My family hated my guts.

This is gonna happen again!

It's as clear as day.

- Yeah.

Goodnight, mate.

- Now, you are charged with being in possession

of clandestine correspondence.

How do you plead, guilty or not guilty?

- Not guilty.

And I want to lay a charge of a assault against him.

- Well, at the moment,

I'm only concerned with the charge in front of me.

- What about him? He kicked me and broke my ribs.

- The prisoner had a fight in the yards.

- I did not.

- I shall only deal with the charge in front of me.

- But--

- Now, as to the other matter,

I suggest you speak to the Governor.

He no doubt will advise you

on what course of action you should take.

- But he broke--

- Speak to the Governor.

- There's fuckin' no other ways.

He's right.

The place has gotta be destroyed.

Well, we tried all the fuckin' ways!

Pick us all off, fuckin' one by one.

Just like fuckin' Alby,

10 days in the fuckin' pound.

Fuckin' asses.

He never had fuckin' nothin', did he?

- No.

- Well, what are you gonna fuckin' do about it?

- I'm fucked if I know, Riley.

- Fall in!

- Do you think there'll really be a riot?

- Even in a cell, that's a dangerous topic.

- They were talking about it quite openly in the yard.

- Well, they shouldn't have.

- Yeah, but they did.

- Riley did, that's all.

- China, too.

- Look, China didn't say anything.

It was only Riley.

- Yeah, but he's all for it.

- Forget it, for Christ's sake.

If the screws heard something like that,

China would be off to Grafton so quick

you'd believe in ghosts.

Forget it.

There may be a sit-in or something but that's all.

Now, forget it.

- I'm tellin' you, you did the wrong fuckin' thing out there

usin' my name!

- Yeah, and I know why,

'cause you really don't wanna be in it!

You put me on the suspect, cunt, and I'll kill you.

- All correct, sir.

- Weak bastards!

You fuckin' weak...

- 157.

- Alby.

- Is that you, China?

- Here.

- Thanks, man.

- Riley's been shanghaied.

- What?

- Riley's been shanghaied.

- Over me?

- No. I'll have to go, Norton's coming.

- All I'm asking is why he wasn't shanghaied, too?

- I'm buggered if I know.

But he's a good bloke.

He's been a friend of mine for years.

We were in boys' homes together.

- You're blind when it comes to him, Redders.

He's out for himself and nothing else.

- Ah, shut up.

What would you know?

- Hey, you gotta use your--

- I told you to shut up.

You better have a piss before the light goes out.

We can't have you pissing on the floor, can we?

Are you fuckin' normal or what?

- Normal?

- Well, to put it bluntly, are you a cat?

- No, I'm fuckin' not!

- Because if you are, you've got no worries.

I won't mag you.

You've got no worries on that school.

- I dunno where you get the idea I might be cat,

but you can forget it.

I'm not.

- Now, don't go upsetting yourself.

There's nothing to be ashamed of.

- I've got nothing to be ashamed of.

- Well, let me finish.

- I'm fucking not. There's nothing else to say.

- Now, don't go getting your balls in a knot.

All I was gonna say was, if you are,

we could keep it to ourselves,

and then we'd have a nice little setup going.

- It's useless talking to you.

You're perverted.

- Perverted?

You're the fuckin' one with the strange fuckin' habits.

And always hiding your prick and all that,

I suppose you reckon that's normal.

- Shit, Redders, let's forget it, eh?

Go to sleep.

- Yeah.

I know what you're gonna do.

You're gonna pull yourself over that Sheila

in the photograph.

Oh, don't tell me that's not perverted.

- Goodnight, Redders.

- Hey, mate.

I was only joking.

- Yeah, good night.

- What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?

- Yeah, well, there's nothing I can do about it, Jack.

Well, what about the Governor?

No prisoners allowed to have prison-made

photo frames in his cell,

not more than six letters, not more than six books.

- You expect 'em to go back into their cells

tonight after this?

- It's an order.

It's just gotta be obeyed, that's all.

- Yeah, you blokes better think

of something real quick

or we're gonna have a full scale riot

on our hands tonight.

- I'm giving you an order, 71.

I want you to go into the yard

and tell the prisoners to go back to their cells tonight.

- They wouldn't listen to me, sir.

- They did before.

- Well, they wouldn't now.

- Okay, 71.

If that's the way you want it.

If they don't, you'll be going north.

And you know what that means.

In the morning.

- They won't listen to me, sir.

- Lock him in his cell, Mr. Partridge.

- Salute the Governor.

Right turn.

Move off.

- 69, 58, 54, 23.

Inside workers correct, sir.

- Carry on, Mr. Norton.

- Fall in!

- Shit.

- Now, look.

You're the only yard that's out.

Now, go back and we'll talk it all over in the morning.

Go back and there'll be no problems.

Look, the others have gone in.

Now, go back and we'll forget all about it.

- What about reprisals?

- There'll be no reprisals!

Go back to your cells

and there'll be no problems at all.

- That's what you said last time.

- Yeah, well, you've got my personal promise on it!

- All right, we'll go back in.

- Fall in.

- 49. - Sir.

- 32. - Sir.

- 140. - Sir.

- 106. - Sir.

- 99. - Yup.

- 64. - Yes, sir.

- 88. - Sir.

31.

51.

- But that is still not the way to do it.

- Outside workers great, sir.

- Mr. Norton.

I want them all locked up

and charged with disobeying an order.

- I told him they'd be no charges.

- Well, that's your problem, Mr. Chalmers.

I didn't.

Charge them all, Mr. Norton.

- Christ.

- That bastard's just given each of the outside workers

three days in the slot.

- Jesus Christ.

- So we've all decided to do it your way.

- We're gonna burn the rotten fuckin' joint to the ground.

- I know you haven't been with us very long,

but surely you must've heard rumors like this before.

- Since I set foot in the gate, sir.

But I believe the prisoners are gonna set fire

to the jail this weekend, sir.

Or at least try to.

- You know, Mr...

- Webster, sir.

- Mr. Webster.

In the 31 years I've worked here,

I must've heard hundreds of rumors

about the jail being burnt down.

However, you did the right thing in letting me know.

- You on duty this weekend, Mr. Chalmers?

- Yes, sir.

- Keep your eye open, there could be trouble.

- What kind of trouble, sir?

- Oh, nothing specific.

You know how it is.

Just rumors.

- Turn it back on!

Turn it back on!

Turn it back...

- I don't know, I don't think I can.

- Oh, Jesus.

Look, we can't do anything about tomorrow.

What's gonna happen is gonna happen.

The lights will be off soon.

- Okay.

- Great, mate.

Great.

- On one condition.

I fuck you first.

- Of course.

Let's get the beds together.

- Fall in!

Get your hands out of your pockets.

20, shave, haircut.

Off pictures.

Put your hat on.

28, shave, off pictures.

18, shave, off pictures.

389, shave, dirty boots, off pictures.

33, shave, off pictures.

243.

- He took my off pictures.

- Yeah.

- I'll get someone else.

- But I want to do it.

- How the fuckin' hell can you?

- Dirty boots, off pictures.

- Break off.

- Ah, Jesus.

They knocked these inspections on the head

in every other jail years ago.

- Yeah.

- Don't worry.

It's the last one they'll have in this filthy place.

- Put that away.

- Fall in for pictures!

- You coming?

- Quiet down.

Shut the door.

- Stand up!

Open the door!

All out!

Out!

Move it!

Move it! Come on, move it!

All out!

Move it!

- What happened?

- They threw one bomb and the rest went to water.

- 307, come to the gate.

307, come to the gate.

307, come to the gate!

307, come to the gate!

Get railed, you weak bastards!

Buggers!

- We'll shoot the bastards!

- Hey, China, come and help us get Alby out.

You can't just fuckin' stand there.

Come on, come on!

China, what are you doing?

There's no one in there!

- We can't go back in the cell!

- There's no one in these cells!

- We can't go back in the cells!

- He's crazy, come on!

- I'm sending you every man I've got.

Now, look, let's have a holding operation on this one.

Get that?

Just contain the situation.

Secure the outer walls.

Now, if you play it that way,

we can come out of this looking okay.

Now, listen.

There's to be no small arms firing

except when officers' lives are in danger.

- Yes, sir.

- Okay, now, you've got that straight.

You call your senior men in

and you tell 'em there's to be no firing

unless some officer's life is in danger.

- Hey, yo, come in here, quick!

- Aw, shit.

- Go out now!

- Cease fire!

Wait there, 389!

Get back to your block, 389!

This is your last chance!

- The fuckin' idiot!

- Hey, get...

- Shoot at his legs!

- Get out of here, you fuckwit!

Hey!

Christ.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, fuck off.

Oh, fuck off!

Jesus.

Will he be all right?

- I don't know.

Look, we can't leave the ones that are bad here.

Get the wire mattress off the beds.

We'll take him down to the front.

- Good idea.

- Get down to B wing!

They're firing into the jails! Come on!

Come on, get to down to B wing!

Bastards!

Bastards!

- Hey!

- Hey, hold your fire!

There's wounded men here.

We wanna bring 'em out.

- Stop shootin'!

Righto.

Bring 'em out one at a time, then go back inside.

Right, that'll do.

Now, back inside.

Put him down there.

Right, that'll do ya.

Now, back inside, the lot of ya.

- China, are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

- You're wounded. - I'm okay!

Listen, we've gotta keep smashing the doors.

We can't let 'em put us back in the cells.

- Oh, mate.

There's no point breaking any more cell doors.

The jail's fucked.

Have a look at it, old son.

It's finished.

They won't be lockin' us up tonight.

What we've gotta do now is get everyone to surrender

before the mongrels get in here and start shooting at us.

- How'd I know they were gonna shoot in the jail?

I never thought they would.

- No one did.

Oh, put that out, you stupid fuckin' idiot!

- Yeah, all right, all right.

- It's the only safe place we've got!

- All right.

Andrew's been shot.

- I didn't think they'd shoot.

- The bastards.

- Cease fire!

- Well, what do you reckon?

- Well, it's over.

The joint's ratchet.

- We might as well call it a day, then.

- Yeah, that's what I reckon.

- Well, what are we gonna do?

The jail's fucked.

Are we gonna surrender or what?

- All right.

- The bastards wanna kill us!

- There's officers on the ground!

Stop the fucking firing!

- Ah, she'll be all right.

- Come on, China. Hurry up.

- Now, look.

Go quietly to the special yards and there'll be no trouble.

Go on, off you go to the special yards.

- Where you'll bash the shit out of us.

- Just go.

There'll be no bashing.

- We're not going out there to be shot.

- Nobody will get shot or flogged.

Now, go to the special yards quietly

and there'll be no reprisals whatsoever.

Righto, now get everything out of your pockets.

Come out one at a time, your hands behind your heads.

- Around there, bastard.

Move it, you bastard.

- Up against that wall.

Move!

Strip off!

Turn and face the wall!

- Face the front!

You're men, not animals.

- I heard you men wanted to talk to me.

- Ah, fuck off, you silly old fool!

They've burnt the jail down.

What's there to talk about?

- Come on.

- Move along.

- And if you aren't in hospital already,

you're about to be, aren't ya?

Now, turn, you bastards!

- OK, put 'em on.

How'd you like some, bastards?

We'll soon see what gets jammed up whose ass!

- Well, I hope you're satisfied, you fuckin' crim lover.

Because it's you.

You and your go-easy on the crim mates

that are the cause of this.

I hope your wife and kids will be happy

when you go home and tell 'em

because you're a whining crim lover,

you haven't got a place to work anymore.

- What would you know?!

What would you fuckin' know?!

All right, all right.

- It won't be long now.

- Come here, you bastards!

- Go on, go on, move it, you animals!

Get through there!

Go on!

Go on, you animals!

Bastards!

Bastards!

- Come on, get out of here, bastards!

- Come on!

- Fuckin' pig!

I'll knock your fuckin' head off, you cunt!

- Come on!

- Drop it, Jackson, or I'll drop you.

Drop it, you animal!

- Get off me!

Leave me alone, you bastard!

Get off me!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone, you bastard!

Get off, get away!

You bastard!

You bastard!

You bastards!

Get off me!

- That's one good thing about being in the slot.

You're always prepared.