(SIREN BLARING)
DOUGIE: Think you'll cope then, Sam?
What, fatherhood? Or Civvy street?
Nah, mate, boredom will get you!
Danielle won't let that happen.
SAM: Come on.
Let's do it!
SOLDIER: How are we, lads?
(EXPLOSION)
(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)
(GROANING)
SAM: We've got casualties.
Prepare to move forward!
DOUGIE: We have to wait for the rest of the platoon.
SAM: Fuck that, we ain't got time!
Go!
(PANTING)
DOUGIE: Move!
Dougie.
(PHONE RINGING)
(ON ANSWERING MACHINE) Hi, it's Danielle. Leave a message.
Fuck!
SAM: Move!
Stoppage!
Fuck.
- SAM: Fuck. - (SCREAMS)
In!
Dougie.
No, Dougie. Dougie, can you hear me?
Dougie! Medic!
I need a fucking medic!
Fuck.
(SHOUTS) Medic.
Dani?
(DOOR OPENING)
ALL: Surprise!
(CHEERING)
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
Give her a sausage then, mate?
Come here, come here.
Good to see ya!
RICKY: Get it in, down in one!
(CHEERING)
MAN 1: Welcome home, mate!
MAN 2: It's good to see you, you done us proud. Thank you very much.
SAM: Thank you, I really appreciate it! It's so good to be back.
NEIL: Here he is, here is, the man himself.
SAM: Rita!
(LAUGHING)
RICKY: Looking good, mate! Are you all right?
You look good, too!
We missed you, mate. I fucking missed you.
You boys look great. This is a lovely whistle.
Yeah, listen, mate, we are on to a bit of a money spinner, mate.
I don't want you to worry about anything,
if you got any problems you call me and we'll line something up.
I've got a couple of possibilities but I'll have a think about it!
(BABY COOING)
Experience, experience, experience...
What about this?
Salary's good!
Pension.
Suitable for ex-service personal.
(SCOFFS)
I don't want to work with scum all day.
Not all convicts are bad.
I'm not talking about the convicts.
The money's good, you can even transfer your pension across,
there would be sick pay, holidays,
baby, you'll breeze through the interview.
It's just the same shit, different uniform.
What else are you going to do?
Something will come up, all right.
RICKY: Oi! Oi, stranger!
SAM: All right, lads.
You running your errands?
Responsibilities, Rita.
NEIL: Listen, mate, I can give you a lift,
but you have to fold yourself up in the back.
(LAUGHING)
Nah, you're all right. It's just round the corner.
Mate, come on, have a look at this!
Get in there.
SAM: Yeah? RICKY: Yeah.
So what you reckon? This is my new sexy baby!
Yeah.
So tell me what you got going on?
Well, there was this thing, doing security for an Arab family
but, you know, it fell through.
Sam, I told you, call me.
We've got loads going at the moment and this is easy money.
Yeah, Sammy, you're not going to believe the contact we made, man,
I'm telling ya, this fella is well connected,
he's proper, he gives a good price and it's fucking brilliant quality!
And we're not dealing with punters any more,
nothing smaller than an ounce, mate.
Nah, I don't know. It doesn't sound like my thing.
RICKY: Come on, mate, what else you got?
I got family now. I got a little boy, I got Dani!
- So, I've got a fucking 5-year-old. - NEIL: Exactly.
(LAUGHING)
Listen, Sam, it's not risky, mate, it's not risky!
All right, the quantities are bigger,
but we are dealing directly with the suppliers and the retailers.
We're not dealing with these fucking mugs.
Look, it's up to you, mate.
If you want in, it's what, Rick?
A few hours a week.
We pick up the gear, we drop it off, and we collect and that's it!
DANIELLE: Are you awake, babe?
Yeah.
(SAM CLEARS THROAT)
I'm scared.
It's going to be all right.
We had plans and you've been back six months.
I don't want this for Toby.
- (DANIELLE SNIFFLES) - I've been a bit unlucky.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
I'm not going to let you down.
- I promise. - Okay.
Come here.
SAM: I'm not going to let you down.
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
You all right, lads?
Sam! Here, mate.
- What the fuck's all that about? - Ah, don't worry yourself!
Fucking bastards.
Yeah, always someone, isn't there?
- How are you doing? - Yeah, not too bad.
Is he up for a night out tonight?
- Don't think so. - Really?
So he says but sometimes he changes his plan.
Yourself?
(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
DEANO: For the car, I love that car!
JAMIE: It's not a classic!
DEANO: I love that car!
JAMIE: Yeah, I understand but it's just not a classic!
Fuck me, the sprogs are back from training.
You all right?
Surprised to see you, I didn't think you'd stick it out.
What about, what about the fat bird?
Nah, she didn't make it,
she bottled it after been shown around this place.
That's a result. Hey! At least the biscuits are safe.
(LAUGHING)
Hope it wasn't something I said!
What about? You know...
He's, er... He's behind you!
Here he is.
I bet you can't wait to get stuck into some nasty little convict, can ya?
Need a bit of muscle on the wing?
NIALL: Yeah, been doing a bit of extra training.
Have ya, really? That's good.
I can't wait for my first bang up!
JAMIE: it's bend up, you prick!
Word for the wise, we do things a lot different than training.
Remember in Shawshank, they'd run a book on who'd crack first.
Who's your money on.
I'll have a tenner on me, sticking my boot up your arse,
if you don't sit down and shut up.
You never spent the tenner.
Right.
Before I start the briefing,
we will be graced by the presence of Mr Keenan,
who would like to say a few words.
DEANO: What you got to realise is that it's all a work of art.
It's a sculpture like an art form.
It's a thing of beauty.
Deano!
Right, gentleman, new faces time.
So I thought I'd just pop down and welcome them aboard to the D wing.
We have Curtis Nelson.
Niall Brody and Sam Norwood.
I am the wing governor.
My name is Maurice Keenan.
You will address me as Guv, Sir or Mr Keenan.
JAMIE: (SOFTLY) Or receding cunt.
(LAUGHING)
So we get things clear from the start, this is my wing.
The regime and how it runs is organised by me.
The rules you adhere to are mine
and they are there because this is real.
People can, and do get hurt.
It needs a tight ship and I'm the captain.
So welcome aboard.
I hope you all do well.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(INMATE SHOUTING)
PRISON OFFICER: Eddie!
I got one refusing court up here!
Direct order. Last chance or bend him up.
Sweet.
INMATE: Fuck's sake, blood, I need my meds.
EDDIE: Never mind your meds, you cunt!
If you kick that again, you're going to need a fucking doctor.
INMATE: Sorry, guv!
Hello, sir, I'm working on here with you today.
How you doing, son?
- Eddie. - Mr Norwood.
Right.
Forget the training school bollooks We'd get fuck all done.
If the cons know your first name,
they're not going to hunt you down and kill you. All right?
So they can know it.
Just don't let them use it.
Right. It's Sam.
Aye, smells like a musty butchers right enough.
But trust me,
you'll be breathing that in like it's a bunch of daisies,
after you've to deal with some scroat on a dirty protest.
On what?
A shit-up.
Dulux of the arse.
Nice!
SAM: How long you done then?
EDDIE: Only 10 years.
Right, come on then,
you do that side of the landing, I'll do this one.
What, on me own?
Aye. And I'm throwing you in the deep end.
First door's some fucking nut job called Bear,
who's just been transferred down from Wakefield.
Bear?
Real name's Justin de Souza.
Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you.
Morning, guv,
don't look very nice out there today. Does it?
(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
(LAUGHING)
What?
SAM: I didn't think there'd be so many of them.
EDDIE: I know.
EDDIE: Just 10 of us looking after over 350 cons.
Not just council tax dodgers.
The lot come in here.
There's probably about half a dozen
Cat A prisoners on the wing at this moment.
It's a fucking tinderbox.
- Come on. - You fucking little cunt.
Did Keenan give you his usual
welcome ceremony about it being his wing?
Yeah!
It's fucking bollocks, that!
The scroats run the wing,
we're just the visitors.
(LAUGHING)
How you doing, mate?
STEADMAN: Fucking hell, how are you? It's good to see ya.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, and you, and you.
So, best spread ourselves out a bit, eh?
So let me introduce you to my man on the wing.
(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
STEADMAN: Listen I got a lad whose just come off my old manor.
Who, this one here?
STEADMAN: Yeah, this lad here. Can I bring him up?
TRUMAN: Yeah bring him up, man. What's happening, man, you good?
STEADMAN: This is C, this is my mate Baz.
Yeah, nice one. This is Jacko.
DEL: Hello, mate. How are you doing? All right?
TRUMAN: Yeah, look at this cunt now.
Fucking hell, he's new.
TRUMAN: Yeah, fucking ex-squaddie look.
STEADMAN: Yeah, gotta be. Brand new, isn't he?
Needs to have the shine taken off him.
STEADMAN: Yeah, I can hear his ass squeaking from here.
DEANO: Jamie.
I'll get them in.
(ALARM BUZZING)
DEANO: Jamie, come on, liven them up!
JAMIE: Come on, lads.
I don't want to be out here all day.
DEANO: Come on, in your cells. Oi, bang up!
INMATE: Bang up.
SMITHY: Listen, mate, I got more two minutes, I got to make a phone call.
Listen, I'll be with you in a second.
- No, mate, don't, don't! - I will be with you in a second.
No, fuck.
Right, what's up?
Oh, guv, it takes the piss, guv.
I've been in the fucking cell for 20 fucking hours, right?
I go outside, had a bit of fucking exercise,
now I'm fucking back behind the door.
All's I need is a phone call. What's the matter with ya?
EDDIE: Bang up!
I am, guv. Why do you think I'm standing here for?
JAMIE: Are you all right?
Fuck's sake, yes, sir.
I gotta make a call, my family don't even know I'm banged up.
- What's your name? - Panos, guv.
I'm going to have a problem with you, Panos?
Bang up!
I'm not going fucking anywhere.
Look, just calm down, I promise you.
We'll sort it, as soon as I have association,
you'll be my first port of call.
- Please, guv. - No please, just get in your cell!
Please, sir.
Do as you're told, you little fucking scroat!
What the fuck are you doing? Fuck's sake, man.
(SMITHY GRUNTING)
SMITHY: Come on, come on. JAMIE: You fuck!
(GRUNTING)
(GROANING)
Oh, fuck. Hit the alarm!
(ALARM RINGING)
SAM: Out of the fucking way.
DEANO: Move your fucking sloppy bollocks away from me.
OFFICER: Calm down, calm down.
SAM: What do want me to do?
DEANO: Right, bring his knees up. Let's get him up.
JAMIE: Fucking hell.
MAN: Heard you were in the forces?
(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
Right, I'm popping off.
Yeah, popping out for a fag and that'll be me too.
Cheers for today.
DEANO: How do you think he got the job on the wing?
Why do you think I insisted?
And you can shut up. That is so wrong.
- It's true, though. - You are so out of order.
It's a complete fallacy, men can multi task,
I can have a shit and read the paper.
(LAUGHING)
CHARLIE: Yeah, that's about the level of it, yeah,
go have a beer and a fag at the same time.
DEANO: Watch porn and have wank.
CHARLIE: Ah, seriously does it...
(LAUGHING)
You're fucking filth.
Oh, come on, get the beers in someone, mine's flat.
Fucking great when a punch really connects, innit?
Oi, I'm talking to you.
Yeah, it's a bit different when someone's ready for you, eh?
You what?
Listen, sunshine.
Let me tell you something about working in the nick, all right?
Rule number one, and I don't give a fuck about what they tell you in training,
don't fuck about with other screws.
Is that clear?
Look, it's my first day.
I'm just learning the ropes.
I think we got off on the wrong foot.
Cheers, mate, I appreciate it.
You're all right.
Fucking!
(GROANING)
DEANO: What the fuck do you think you're doing?
(COUGHING)
Stand back from him!
Stand away from him!
You listening to me?
Out.
Told ya, didn't I?
You watch it.
(WHISTLING)
Stand here and look out!
Happy days?
Yeah...
Let's get fucking wankered!
- All right, boss? - I'm good, thanks!
You'll soon realise that the likes of you and me
we've got more in common with some of the cons.
Eddie seems all right, though.
Eddie? Eddie's one of the best.
Don't know how to play the game.
(LAUGHS) Terry Titface.
The only way to do this job is to cover your arse
or better still, surround yourself with people who can cover it for you.
Understand? Go!
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
The screws are coming.
Hold them off. Hold them off.
Oi, Del?
Del...
All right, guv?
Del, get rid of that fucking thing, will ya?
Well, the thing is that I really have to make this phone call.
Two seconds, Mateau, or I bounce you down the block.
Move!
Follow my lead.
What?
Where did you get it from?
What?
DEANO: You're trading with Souza, guv?
You're talking to me now, not some mug.
Where is it and who did you get it from? Before I get the hump.
No, no. Honestly, I've got nothing on me.
Pull your pants down. You stand there, Steadman
DEL: I have got nothing.
- DEANO: Pull your pants down. - No, you can't do that.
Oi, fuck off.
(GROANING)
SAM: Deano!
DEANO: Hello, Comms, this is Delta-three,
two prisoners under restraint, cell 27.
Please send in some staff to relocate them to the seg, over.
COMMS: That’s heard, Delta-three.
STEADMAN: Well, hey, new boy. You got a good uppercut.
You got a good uppercut, boy.
SAM: Shut your fucking mouth.
I'm coming back later
and you're going to tell me where you got it from.
Cold turkey in the segs, Steadman, I'll enjoy watching that.
STEADMAN: Ah, I love you, Deano.
(LAUGHING)
Prisoners, get in your cell now.
Move!
Go easy on him? That's my stash, not his.
DEANO: Get that crackhead out of my sight.
Shut your noises or you'll fly down those stairs.
PRISON OFFICER: Right, into your cells, now!
DEANO: Start banging them up!
PRISON OFFICER: You, into your cell now.
DEANO: See you down the seg, I'll put the kettle on.
SAM: Come on, shows over!
DEANO: Come on, you lot in your cells, now!
And you!
So what, you like a fight, yeah, bruv?
In your cell.
See this.
This is real war,
not over there with those rag heads.
What the fuck are you talking about?
I know you, bro!
No, we've never met.
Didn't say that we had.
(MIMICS EXPLOSION)
Pussy.
SAM: Sir. KEENAN: Sam.
Deano, where's the bend up papers live?
Over there!
Yes. (LAUGHS)
You stopped Steadman from cutting Deano a second arsehole
You did good, mate.
Thank you, sir.
Place is full of cowards, Sam.
Who'd blame anyone for kicking the fuck out of them pair of scroats?
You must have done all right in your control
and restraint techniques at training?
I told you already, it was done strictly by the book,
you'll see that in the arresting sheet and the bend up papers.
Come on, Sam. Governer.
What was that all about?
Fucking career animal does it every time.
There's nothing the powers that be love more
than a governor who's big on prisoner welfare.
Keenan's always looking for an excuse to throw one of us to the lions.
You what?
It's good for his career good and it shows he's a reformist,
it shows he won't tolerate violence towards prisoners.
That's why I was trying to trip you up.
Now you've seen it for yourself, you understand me?
Hey, what's the story on that con, Truman?
Why?
Just seems a bit cocky.
Oh, don't you worry about Truman. I'll take care of him.
I'm not worried about him. Just wondered who he was, that's all.
He reckons he makes more money from in here than he did on the outside.
SAM: What, you know he's at it and we don't stop him?
We'll spin his shell from time to time,
but sometimes it's better the devil you know.
And he's never been caught with anything?
Way too smart to have it around him.
Besides, he's got too many people into his dirty work.
You'd be surprised how many screws have had their mortgages paid off,
thanks to Truman.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
SAM: Here's the thing, though.
How do they think they'll get away with it?
It's the smell,
when you walk down the corridor, you can smell it immediately.
JAMIE: They got away with it because they don't fucking give a shit.
SAM: But don't they end up in the seg like every week?
I tell you what, the only good thing is,
they go down like a sack of potatoes when you hit them!
- (LAUGHING) - (MOBILE BEEPING)
Yep, it helps.
JAMIE: D, you did brilliant, though,
Fucking slasher, where were you when that bastard hit me?
DEANO: Learn to duck!
I'm just going to nip for a piss, I won't be a sec.
JAMIE: If it weren't for that fucking Cunningham.
DEANO: Cunt! He's a fucking liability.
JAMIE: It was him who started it,
I got caught and then I ended up taking a punch.
Fucking prick!
You know what he looks like, he looks like a fucking robocop
when he takes his mask off!
- (LAUGHING) - CURTIS: Yeah.
Having a good night?
Yeah, good laugh.
I'm gonna have to get back to the missus though.
You're a fucking lightweight.
Sam, want a livener?
What?
- it's a bit hypocritical, ain't it? - Nah, listen.
We lock people up that we caught breaking the law.
STEADMAN: Keenan!
Keenan, I want my fucking brown.
I want my fucking gear! Get me my fucking gear!
I'm gonna spread this cunt over the fucking walls.
You hear me?
Keenan, you can stick your fucking methadone up your arse.
I want my fucking smack!
You listening, Keenan?
He ain't calming down and he's got a hostage.
I think we should negotiate some more.
We can get this under control.
I am going to fucking kill this prick.
Come on, then, you fucking cunts.
Let's be having ya!
STEADMAN: This fucking prick is running out of time because of you!
Keenan, are you fucking listening to me?
Sit down!
Cunt!
Sit down, you're fucking mine. Huh!
(GRUNTING)
Come on!
I want my fucking gear!
RUMPOLE: You worry about your audits,
and leave me to deal with the fucking maniacs.
Lads, we are going in!
That's a fucking decision.
RUMPOLE: Steadman, I am giving you a direct order,
get to the back of your cell.
Fuck off, Rumpole, you fat cunt!
(GROANS)
RUMPOLE: Hello, Terry, come on!
DEANO: Down, down, get this fuck down!
Now... Down!
STEADMAN: I want my fucking meds!
RUMPOLE: Shut your fucking mouth, Steadman!
STEADMAN: I want my meds!
RUMPOLE: Calm down, you know the ropes. That's it. Cuffed!
(GROANING)
Put your head up, Deano!
I'm getting too fucking old for this shit.
STEADMAN: Rumpole, Rumpole, I want my meds,
get me my meds, Rumpole, please!
RUMPOLE: Come on, Steadman, you know where you're going.
Head up, son.
STEADMAN: Please!
JAMIE: You'll get your meds when you calm down!
DEANO: If we're lucky we might get last orders.
I wouldn't mind, overtime, mate!
Steadman, I am going to give you some direct orders now.
You are to comply with them or you stay on the floor.
- Do you understand? - STEADMAN: Yes, guv.
Bring your knees to your chest.
(GROANING)
When I say step, step forward.
Step! Stop!
Slowly!
(GUNSHOTS)
Medic.
(GASPING) Oh, fuck.
Oscar One, nurse required, D 2-18. Repeat, nurse required, D 2-18.
Fuck!
- Fuck! Fucking hell! - (GASPS)
Fucking help me, Panos!
Come on.
Lift him up, lift him up!
(PANTING) Fuck. Fuck. Come on.
CURTIS: it's all right, son.
(PANTING)
You all right, Sam?
(PANTING)
Medic!
(PANT|N@)
Shall we eat, babes?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
He's not too cold, is he?
No, he's fine, I just put a blanket on, he's got his hat on, he's fine.
SAM: I found a swinger.
I've told you I'm not into that.
Sorry.
What's a swinger?
Bloke in his cell, hung himself.
What? Dead?
Yeah, of course!
Oh, my God, that's terrible.
Why'd he do that?
I don't know!
It weren't just that though.
Oh, Toby, you stink.
I'm going to have to change him in a sec.
Sorry, babes, carry on.
Nah, it's all right.
My God, his poor family.
Wouldn't want to be the one who has to go and tell them, would you?
Yeah, that would be a terrible job.
Right, I'll be back in a minute.
(INDISTINCT)
(DIALLING TONE)
DEANO: Hello.
Deano, you all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
What you up to later?
You fancy meeting for a few beers?
(MUSIC PLAYING)
- Have a good one. - Yeah, of course.
Hey, hey, Deano. How you've been, mate, you all right?
Always a pleasure, son, always a pleasure.
Mate of mine Sam.
Sam, nice to meet you, mate, how you doing?
So what do you think?
It's what I'm fucking talking about.
(LAUGHS)
Hello, baby, you all right?
- You all right? - Yeah. (KISSES)
This is Sam. Sam, this is Jade.
- Hey. - Hiya.
Nice to meet you.
How about that? Service with a smile, look.
See ya later.
- To us! - To us!
(INAUDIBLE)
Listen, Sam, Sam, come back to mine afterwards.
l have a little place above a curry house, so we'll have a ruby.
There's plenty of booze, she's coming back.
Play your cards right, the palm reader might come with you, yeah?
Fancy having your palm read tonight?
(LAUGHING)
Want some help?
I thought you'd never ask.
Go on, son, crack on.
Ah!
Savoured that one, didn't you?
(LAUGHING)
Thank you.
(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
(LAUGHS)
Look at the state of him.
- What do you reckon, babe, come to bed? - Yeah.
(SNORING)
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
It's her fucking fault.
I know... I know that.
And she was scared...
You're not big enough, so...
He's big enough.
You pay Max his money?
Yeah, but he's asking for more, isn't he?
You pay him what I tell you to pay him, but make sure you pay him on time.
I'm paying him on time, he said to me that you're not got giving him enough.
EDDIE: Please tell me you ain't shagging her.
I got a missus, ain't I?
I know, I know.
Wives, girlfriends, they don't understand what we go through.
- You're collecting? - Yeah, of course.
How the kids going? All right, yeah?
They're fine, they're taking after you.
- Are they? Causing you grief. - Yeah.
- Causing me grief. - Little fuckers!
Did you bring the stuff, stick it in the cup.
- What? - Stick it in the cup.
Yeah I will. Take it.
Atta girl, good girl.
I saw that!
You saw fuck all!
Get him out of here, he's just been passed something.
- No, he fucking hasn't! - You need your eyes tested, sweetheart.
You sweetheart me, you fucking prick!
Nah, leave it, leave it, let it go.
If we find anything on him, you're getting done as well.
- Oh, yeah? Then fucking nick me, bitch! - Yeah?
Come on, Bear, let's have you downstairs for a quick search.
Stupid fuckers, thinking they can have one over on me.
- Shut you're fucking gob, you slut! - Now!
Fuck's sake!
I'll sort it out!
All right, let me explain what's going to happen.
Fuck off! Get off me!
- Get off me... - (ALARM RINGING)
- Fuck it! Fuck it! - Jamie!
Stay where you are. Stay calm.
Get off!
Get the fuck off me!
- Get off me, you cunts! - Shut up!
Bingo. You all right, yeah?
Oh, God!
(COUGHS)
- You all right? - Yeah, I'm all right.
Go on then! Go on then!
(KEYS JINGLING)
On your feet!
Stand up for the governor!
I'd like a word with our friend here.
And not that kind of word, Mr Norwood.
Sir?
I want to talk to De Souza on my own.
- But, sir, Charlie just got... - Thank you, Officer!
Get out.
Now!
Trust me, Eddie is not coming back.
Fuck's sake!
Bear's gotta be 25 stone, Eddie hardly touched him.
Bottom corner.
Unlucky.
Listen, what you got to understand is...
Since he got his compensation from Wakefield nick,
he said two screws bashed him up, it's complete bollocks
Bear's a high profile prisoner.
All eyes are on him.
Keenan can't believe his luck.
I mean, he couldn't have scripted it better himself.
He's got Eddie just where he wants him.
And he will not let Eddie off the hook, I'm telling you!
Oi, Sam! What the fuck are you doing here, mate?
- Neil! - Hey, mate, how are you?
- How are you, Neil? - Good, I'm here for a cookery class!
- How are you? - (LAUGHS)
How are you doing, mate? Good to see you.
What about you two? You can't be here to play snooker.
That'd mean staying on your feet for too long.
Remember we told you we'd met a bloke who was really well-connected,
- he's got top gear and all that? - Yeah.
That's him.
What, that cunt over there?
He's bringing someone in.
He's bringing us in for a meet with his main man.
Yeah, he reckons...
Who the fuck are these two?
- They're mates of mine. - I don't wanna know their fucking names,
I want them out of here.
Who the fuck are you?
- Do yourself... - Hey!
Don't you fucking touch me!
Now you do yourself a favour and you fuck off!
- I won't ask you twice! - Sam, have a word, mate.
All right, Deano, back off, back off.
- Let it go boy, Deano, you can have... - Sam, it's been a pleasure!
- I'll give you a bell. - Yeah.
Just leave it, Neil.
- Fucking prick! - Go on, keep walking.
Tough guy going backwards.
You fucking screw cunt!
Go on fuck off, you mug!
- Go on, keep walking. - Fuck you!
Keep walking. Fucking tough guys going out the door, aren't ya?
Fucking little prick!
What the fuck was that all about?
Jason, is the biggest dealer on the manor.
He was one of mine back in the Scrubs.
Five months on remand, then the fucking cunt got a “not guilty."
He had enough gear wrapped around him, he was looking at 10 years minimum.
(SIGHs)
Friends of yours, are they?
- There at it, aren't they? - Yeah.
What did they say?
Pretty much the same thing. Jason is big time well connected.
Said he was bringing them here to meet his boss.
Listen to me.
Don't you have anything to fucking do with them, do you understand?
All right, come on. Let's go!
- Where we going? - Titty bar, where else?
Guv, can I have a word?
What is it, Harris?
I'm going to be out in a couple of weeks.
- That's good, mate! - (SIGHS)
What the hell am I going to do?
Get a trade, son.
You were a squaddie. Weren't you, guv?
Yeah.
STEADMAN: He's serving up in front of the entire fucking wing!
He's serving up in front of us.
Who the fuck is this cunt with?
I have absolutely no idea, Stead.
This has got to be nipped in the bud.
Or this is going to be open season in this nick.
What do you want? I got white, brown, skunk or anything you want...
Psst, psst.
- All right, lads? - How you doing, man?
Good, good, how are you?
I'm all right, man. You're looking good, you've been working out?
Yeah, well, part of the job, mate.
(LAUGHS) Yeah, yeah, yeah. What's, uh...
What's he doing back on the wing?
Fat cunt alleged Eddie assaulted him.
Keenan fucking loved that!
Eddie's been walked to the Gate, and he is under investigation!
It's a fucking joke!
Keenan don't wanna risk his chances of promotion.
So, we've been told, we can't go near him.
That's a fuckin' liberty, that is!
No one in their right mind, would fucking chin a bird.
Yeah, I know.
Anyway, see you lads later.
Yeah, ta-ta.
So, he's got a pass from the top.
No, I don't think we can have that, can we?
So, are we on?
What you got, white or brown?
You don't need my gear, so jog on.
(LAUGHS)
Just... Just cool your foot, man.
Just relax.
You know, we've both got a bit of business in here.
Yeah, you got protection, I run the landings.
I thought, maybe we could come to some sort of arrangement.
Like what?
Why don't we talk back there?
Don't get shook.
If the screws can't touch you, what the fuck am I going to do?
Heard we've been having a bit of trouble.
I'm glad you've seen sense.
After you.
- it's exactly the same as my last nick. - Yeah.
Now that was fucking great!
I got paid compensation, and got to batter the fuck out of those cunts!
- That's great, mate. - Yeah.
Yeah, and you know, I like how you carry on as well.
All the supply you need, bruv.
- Really? - Yeah.
Yeah, wow, wow, that's great, man.
Because there's a reason, I don't...
I don't give it all the bigun, I don't act up.
You know why that is?
Why?
Have a guess, man.
Fuck, I don't know.
It's because I don't have to.
(SCREAMS)
What the fuck were you thinking, blud? What the fuck were you thinking?
And what you think was going to happen in here?
You don't run nothing in here, bludl
You don't run nothing! We run things!
- We run... - (SCREAMS)
You don't run nothing! I run things!
I fucking run things, blud.
You know why people walk in here, you know what they talk?
You know why people fucking breath in here?
You know why people fucking breath in here in here, blud?
It's because I allow them.
Truman, we gotta go, right now.
Come on, come on.
I'll tell ya what I'll do.
I'll have a word with my old army careers officer for ya, all right?
Sweet, guv.
(INAUDIBLE)
Clean?
(ALARM BLARING)
(SHUSHING) Fuck.
(CLATTERING)
Oh, fuck!
Fuck it!
(GROANS)
Fuck, ah!
(CLANGING)
- Fuck! - What are you doing?
Fucking tired!
(SIGHS) I think you've had enough, don't you?
And why don't you answer your fucking phone?
Or is that a bit too much like communicating?
I can't get the...
What's happened to you?
I cooked us dinner.
I thought we might have an early night.
I don't know why I bother, the state you come home in.
Wouldn't make any difference.
No.
(MOANS)
(MOANING)
(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTING)
(SIGHS)
KEENAN: Come in, Mr Norwood.
As you are aware, allegations have been made against Mr Casper.
Mr Casper has been suspended from duty, as I'm sure you know.
There is also a full police investigation being carried out.
Actual bodily harm is not something I will ignore.
Hang on, the only actual bodily harm l saw
was 25 stone of liberty-taking con
punching an eight stone girl, trying to do her job.
That's not how Mr Huntingdon saw it.
That useless, bottling fucking prick!
He didn't even get there until it was all over.
You have a career, Sam.
Certain members of staff have no place in the job.
And I'll do whatever it takes to have them removed.
(SIGHS)
Those who work with me, so to speak,
can have along and prosperous time here.
Like Huntingdon.
Just like Huntingdon, yeah!
Here is De Souza's allegation.
It's been corroborated by Mr Huntingdon.
(SCOFFS)
This is utter bollocks, you can't actually believe that.
He spat at Eddie, and Eddie just pushed him away.
He punched a female prison officer in the fucking face!
Eddie deserves a medal for not fucking filling him in.
Why do you think the cons took care of him?
Now look, you've got a very clear and simple choice before you, Mr Norwood.
Confirm these allegations.
Or I will have no alternative but to assume
you were complicit in the events that took place.
You're suspending me as well?
Oh, no, you can continue doing your job.
However, you will be under both, internal and police investigation.
This is fucking shit! I'm going to talk to my union rep.
I don't know if that's a good idea.
I mean, you'll need Rumpole to accompany you to the police station
as you make your statement.
You what?
You should think very carefully, Sam.
Abuse of power, or covering it up, is very serious.
You won't just lose your job, son.
You could find yourself on the wrong side of the prison door.
Not very smart for an ex-screw.
Think of your family and do what's right.
(PHONE RINGING)
MAN: Yeah, he's not here.
Yeah?
Keenan wanted Eddie out.
Eddie wouldn't play the game.
He did the job how it's supposed to be done.
You don't exactly play by the rules, do you?
No, but I understand the rules.
I know when to doff my cap too, and when to button it.
It's not...
Look, it's like I said that first day,
this job ain't for everyone, it's a fucking paradox.
The hard bit isn't dealing with the scroats, it's covering your arse.
- But Keenan didn't even listen to me... - Oh, fuck Keenan!
Sometimes you get a good governor.
He ain't one of them.
Mr Norwood.
I'm Detective Inspector Gordon. This is D.S. Dunn.
Follow me, please.
- What the fuck's all this? - Sam Norwood,
I'm arresting you on suspicion of causing actually bodily harm.
- You do not have to say anything. - What?
Anything you do or say may be used as evidence in the court of law.
What's going on? What's going on here?
What's it all about?
He's being arrested, so he goes in a cell!
No fucking chance!
- Don't be stupid. - Don't you fucking touch me!
(SHOUTING)
Get him in that fucking cell!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Leave it to me!
I'll take care of it!
RUMPOLE: I want to see your governor!
And I want to fucking see him now!
Listen, he came down here to be arrested.
So he's been arrested, all right?
You're making a big fucking mistake here.
- Shut up! - You've made a big mistake!
(BREATHING DEEPLY)
- Oh, should I? - You should come with me.
You're such a ladies' boy.
Oh, dear, you're so...
You should bring your friend.
She's taken!
Hey, guys!
More wine, guys? There you go!
- WOMAN: Thank you! - Oh, yeah, I'm a red man myself.
- You look like one. - (WOMAN LAUGHS)
Well, Malcolm was just saying he just came back from the Grand Prix.
DANIELLE: Whereabouts?
WOMAN: For the ladies.
- Oh, for the ladies! - For the ladies.
(LAUGHING)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
Are you just going to sit there, or are you going to help me.
Oi, oi, oi! Turn it back on.
I can't do this any more, Sam.
This job's destroying you.
Turn the fucking telly back on!
Is it the job destroying you?
Or is it that fucking shit you keep shoving up your nose?
You make me sick!
Your son's birthday party!
In front of all our guests!
All our family, our friends!
Like, like that fucking cunt, who I've never met before, that friend?
Who you spent the whole afternoon, chatting up.
You mean Malcolm? Don't be so ridiculous!
Oh, Malcolm! So I do mean Malcolm, yeah!
Ah, fuck off!
What's Malcolm do, eh?
What, is he a lawyer, an accountant, is it?
- Cunt! - He works in the City!
Yeah, works in the fucking City, does he?
Yeah!
I wonder how Malcolm would be if he had some fucking nonce
whispering in his ear.
Explaining exactly what it is he likes doing little kids.
You think he gets a lot of that, down the City.
Do you think Malcolm has to watch a lot of mad cunts,
cut chunks of flesh out of their own body?
Get a lot of that, does he?
No, wait, how about if he had some junkie, who's smacked out of his head,
who's trying to bite a fucking chunk out of Malcolm's throat?
And on top of that he's got some spineless
governor slap him under investigation.
Do you think Malcolm would like a nice fucking day at my office?
Do ya?
Babe, what are you under investigation for?
For fuck's sake!
Sam, I've always been here. You just never...
Don't fucking touch me!
You don't want to talk to me any more?
'Cause we got fuck all to talk about.
(SIGHS)
Yeah, you're right!
We have got fuck all to talk about.
We've had fuck all to talk about, for ages now, haven't we?
Where have you gone?
(SIGHS) Just go.
Yeah, I think I will.
What? That's it?
After seven years, you're just going to fuck off?
You got anything to say to me?
Kiss Toby for me.
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
(INMATES GRUNTING)
It's funny how this place changes you, innit?
You know if you really think about it, you realise what a small world it is
and that me and you probably have more in common than you think!
Both have a problem sticking to the rules.
Both have got a bit of history, you know!
I'll tell ya what we've got in common.
Nothing.
It's not the best paying job in the world, though, is it?
No one appreciates you.
Governors as crooked as half the cons.
Can't blame a man trying to look after himself,
especially if he's got a family.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah, bruv, I told you, I know you.
What? What, did you think you were special?
You think you were the first ex-squaddie in here,
with your flashbacks and your nightmares?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
You think the prison service is going to help them,
and they are going to make it worse, bruv, with their pressure,
and their politics and their stress but you see me, bruv,
I can help you.
I can make you a fuckload of money
and assimilate you into our sort of little family if you will.
Let's get one thing straight.
You're the convict, I carry the keys.
(LAUGHS) Wow.
Well, that's not very nice, is it?
You're real meanie sometimes.
No wonder your missus left you and took the kid.
Is that how you speak to her, Sam?
You call me Mr Norwood!
Let me explain something to you, you might not know about me, Mr Norwood,
I don't offer twice,
and I don't like being turned down,
that's something I learnt when I was in school,
when Tammy Fletcher's older brother came and said, "No" to me for her.
I'm going to tell you the same thing that I told him, yeah?
You better look left and right every time you leave this fucking gate,
'cause you have no idea how far my influence stretches.
You understand me, bruv?
And you make sure you sleep with one eye open,
'cause you were right about one thing.
I don't play by the rules.
Some International Ladies Day, this Scouse bird,
she drags me into this limo, get me hand on her arse
and she's got no knickers on, so I ain't fucking about here,
I stick my hand straight between her legs, she says,
"Hey, you, tits first."
(BOTH LAUGHING)
If you are going to do that, do it in your cell!
Get your hand out of your pockets.
Oi! Get your hand out!
Wait, where'd they go?
Stop what you're doing.
You got anything you shouldn't have?
I said have you got anything you shouldn't have?
- Hold up, Persy, are you sure? - No! I've got this bang to rights.
Everything all right here?
Curtis, what is the problem?
You're not going to show me!
Curtis, talk to me.
Curtis, what are you doing?
Curtis, leave it to works!
Curtis, what are you doing?
(CURTIS GRUNTS)
Steadman. Don't do anything stupid, Steadman!
I believe it's over!
All right, cuff him!
Right, you two get his bag and tagged.
Take him down to security, yeah?
I can't get my head around the fact that Steadman went so easily,
took it lying down. That's totally out of character!
- There has to be something more to this. - It's just a massive find.
Yeah!
Fucking dark horse!
- (CHARLIE LAUGHING) - You never said you had an informant.
He approached me, said I was the only one he could trust.
'Cause the other day, right, Truman tried to tap me up
to bring in a load of gear.
You don't want to keep that to yourself.
You should go to security and cover your arse.
Don't be so melodramatic.
So, what did you say to him?
What do you think I said to him?
So come on then, Curtis, tell us who he is.
(LAUGHING)
And what, give up his grass? Give over! (LAUGHING)
Here, he reckons he's got something to give me that's massive.
JAMIE: Did he say what? What, drugs?
Weapons?
I mean, come on. It ain't going to be any fucking bigger
than he's already given you.
- Yeah, that's true. - (LAUGHS)
All that gear! Plus, Truman and Steadman are completely fucked
when that stuff comes back from forensics.
Don't get much bigger than that.
CURTIS: He said it is.
And I tell you what.
I reckon I've got him that fucking close to him telling me.
(EXHALES)
- Let's go again! - Yeah, can I get a pint, please?
- A half, I'm driving! - SAM: I'm talking to him, not you.
(LAUGHS) You offered!
Can you drop us to Boleyns on your way home?
- Yeah, yeah, no probs, man! - DEANO: Sweet!
CHARLIE: You going out again? JAMIE: I'm going to give him a hand.
I'll be back in a minute.
CHARLIE: Are you going to that dirty titty bar?
DEANO: Yes, I am going to that titty bar again!
CHARLIE: So predictable!
DEANO: Need to get a bigger car, mate!
CURTIS: You need to lose some weight! Yeah! (LAUGHING)
You know what, Deano, I think I'm going to give it a swerve.
Don't be ridiculous, what you talking about?
He's got four new birds.
No, seriously. I don't think I can do it tonight.
You're being ridiculous.
You have a good night, all right.
Sam, you sure?
- Sam... - I can't do it, I can't do it!
Sam, I'll pay! What's the matter with you?
Heave a good night, Deano.
You're getting a boring cunt, you know that!
- All right if I stay with you tonight? - CURTIS: Sure, no probs!
How's things, Clive?
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
SAM: Are you sure Linda ain't going to mind?
CURTIS: Oh, no, she'll be fine.
She loves having visitors, you know that!
- Kids be asleep? - Yeah, they should be,
it's way past their bedtime.
(GRUNTS)
SAM: Fuck!
Curtis! Oh, God!
I need an ambulance, someone I need an ambulance.
Quick! We need an ambulance here! I need an ambulance!
RUMPOLE: We are prison officers.
Not judge, jury and executioner.
Now I know some of you have your own ideas
about who's behind the shooting of Curtis.
But we know fuck all.
When we do, it's a different story!
Do I make myself crystal?
PRISON OFFICER: Yeah.
That's all!
Don't worry. I'll look after it!
(ALL MURMURING)
TRUMAN: What you doing, bruv?
What the fuck did you put this shit on my plate for?
Give me my fucking beans. What are you looking at you, dickhead!
What are you doing putting this shit on my fucking plate, bruv?
You get what you're given, now jog on, you fucking prick!
(LAUGHS) You know what, bruv... Just for your own health, you know,
I don't think you should take things so seriously.
Move yourself!
It can't be the first friend of yours that got shot, man.
I guess at least out there you kinda knew who the enemy was!
How's Danielle and Toby, by the way? (LAUGHS)
(INMATES YELLING)
(TRUMAN GRUNTING)
Get up!
- (ALARM RINGING) - Fuck it...
Yeah, you mess with my fucking family...
(ALL SHOUTING)
SAM: Come here. Come here!
You and me! You and me.
Is that all you got, bruv? You enjoy that, yeah?
Is that all you've got, bruv? Is that all you've got?
TRUMAN: All right then, mate, let me go! It's nothing, it's nothing.
It's all minor, it's minor.
There's nothing wrong with me. Look, look, look, look, nothing.
Look, look, look. Have a look, nothing.
What are you all looking at?
What the hell do you think you're doing, huh? Huh?
Do you want Keenan to sack you?
Do you want to end up going down over some cunt like Truman, eh?
What he's done, Rumpole...
I don't give a fuck what he's done. You leave it at the gate.
RUMPOLE: Go home
and get a grip!
What do you mean, "Go home"?
Well, you're no good to me like this, are you?
You're acting like a fraggle!
I'm all right. I'll stay.
It wasn't an offer.
I want you out of here so I can clean up your mess,
and you'd better pray that no one makes a complaint.
That's what Keenan wants,
what with you under investigation already!
You're on thin ice, Sam,
make sure it don't break.
(SNIFFS)
(SIGHING)
JAMIE: See you tomorrow, lads!
All right, you mongrel cunt. It's you, innit?
You're working for Truman.
Curtis tells us about his grass and you disappear.
Who the fuck you calling? (GRUNTING)
JAMIE: Stupid bastard!
(COUGHING)
It's not me, you twat!
SAM: You fucking liar!
You're bent! You're scum!
Fucking look at you! Are you out of your mind?
You're fucking insane! Get up!
(GROANING)
Up! Come on, get up!
Get up! Hold on to the car!
Look, I didn't mean to hit you then!
I am not fucking bent.
I'm onto you!
I fucking saw you on your phone,
right after Curtis told us about his grass.
- I made a... - I fucking saw you
on your phone, you cunt!
So l made a fucking call!
Who were you fucking calling?
'Cause Curtis is fucking dead!
Get your fucking hands off me.
Look I'm not meant to tell anyone, I'm working for Intel.
(SCOFFS)
That call that I made was to Roberts, the security guv.
I was calling to see if he could find out who Curtis' grass was.
What, is it all making sense now?
Look, what has fucking gotten into ya?
Your life is literally crumbling.
(SNIFFS) I'm all right!
You're not all right!
I'm all right!
Come on, let's, um... Let's have a drink!
I am not getting a drink! Just leave your car here.
- Don't drink any more tonight. - Have a fucking drink with me! Come on!
- I can't, I can't. I have to go! - Fuck off! Fuck off then, all right!
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
Eh, come on! Let's have a fucking drink.
- I can't! - Come on, have a fucking drink!
I'll see you tomorrow!
Come for a fucking drink!
SAM: Deano, mate, it's me!
Look, man, l could really use a talk.
Uh, can you call me back when you get this? I'm outside the snooker club.
Have a few beers, yeah?
Yeah, all right. Um, well, I'll talk to you later!
DEANO: Well, I've had it about a couple of weeks now.
It took me about a month 'cause I had special extras on it.
It's all singing, all dancing.
- Take care, yeah. - See ya later.
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
MAN: Deano, Deano!
- DEANO: You all right, mate? - Hiya.
Some cases of wine arrived for you this morning,
they're in my office.
Couldn't do me a favour and run them up to my flat for me, could you?
Take a case for you and your missus, yeah?
- Ah, cheers, Deano. - Enjoy, yeah! See ya later, mate.
- Cool. - Thank you!
DANIELLE: Babe, l am sorry about Curtis!
I did try and call you. I tried.
(SNIFFLING)
I was waiting for you. I was thinking about...
The time when we met at the fair ground.
(CHUCKLES)
And you and Lisa were on the dodgems (LAUGHS)
I thought...
I thought you'd notice me. I kept coming up and crashing into you.
(LAUGHS)
(CRYING) I keep crashing into things!
It's all fucked up!
I am all fucked up.
No, you're not.
You fucked up. Massively. You fucked up!
But I am here, I'm right here!
I'm not going anywhere.
- You've got me. - Yeah?
Yeah!
Come here! Come here.
It's going to be all right!
Ah, bollocks.
All right, Neil.
Look, I need to ask you two some questions.
I need you to tell me everything you know about this Jason character.
Is this a fucking joke, Sam?
- Eh? - You're taking the piss, ain't you?
No, I'm absolutely serious.
(SCOFFS)
Look, one of my colleagues has been shot dead,
and I think this Jason character has got something to do with it.
Yeah, and we don't know fuck all about anything all right, mate!
(GUNSHOTS ON VIDEO GAME)
I can tell when you're lying, Neil!
What makes you think we should tell you anything after what's happened to us!
Sam, we aren't even in with Jason any more...
- Don't tell him anything! - But we are not, Neil.
- Don't say anything! - Is this because of Truman?
You know what, you got some fucking nerve, Sam.
Yeah, if you want answers, go speak to Truman
'cause he's the one that cut us out!
Yeah, that fat bastard you were playing snooker with!
Nah! That's my workmate, Deano.
Truman's been banged up for years.
Well, fucking Deano, Truman, you, Jason, whoever.
You're all working together, Sam!
And there's me thinking you weren't into drugs.
Yeah, it's nice to know who you're fucking friends are, mate!
(LAUGHS)
You think I'm involved in this?
How long have you known me? How long you known me, Ricky?
All right. So you are telling us you've got nothing to do with this?
I've got nothing to do with this.
NEIL: Look, I don't know what to say.
But that fellow you work with,
you need to stay away from him! He's bent!
Jamie, it's me, you know who that grass is?
Not yet, but we are close. We're getting really close.
Well, you need to find him and fast!
You ain't going to believe what I've just heard.
What?
- It's Deano. - You what?
I'm fucking serious.
All right, listen. Have you told anyone else?
- No, I only just found out now! - All right, good!
Get over here to the well and I'll sort a meeting out with Roberts.
I'm on my way.
(INDISTINCT)
Bang up.
Come on, bang up.
Come on lads, let's have you up. Bang up!
Panos, behind your doors!
Fuck off!
Go on behind your doors, bang up! Come on!
Bang up!
Can we have your back to your cells, please!
Come on, let's move!
- Fat cunt! - (LAUGHING)
Bang up!
Ah, come on, boss, it's play time!
Come on, lads, bang up!
Let's have you behind your door, Truman!
Let's have you behind your...
(ALL YELLING)
Come on, you fat cunt!
(YELLING CONTINUES)
Come and take it!
(ALL GRUNTING)
How do you like it, you fat cunt?
Comms, from Delta-three, we've lost control of D wing!
Come on, get to the screws! Make sure!
More staff required! I repeat we have lost control of D wing!
More staff required!
You're not going fucking anywhere, screw!
(GRUNTING)
All right, all right. Calm down! Calm the fuck down.
(INMATES SHOUTING)
(ALL SHOUTING)
Get in your fucking cell! Get in your fucking cell!
Get in the fucking cell!
Get a fucking guard! (GRUNTING)
(INMATES SHOUTING)
(PANTING)
Deano and Truman have got Curtis' grass.
That's what this is all about. They're gonna fucking kill him.
- Where is he? - Off to the showers, go on!
(ALL SHOUTING)
Right, who wants some!
Get against the fucking wall!
Go on, go!
Come on!
(PANTING) Where is he?
What have you fucking done with him?
- He's not here, Jamie. - Of course, he fucking isn't, you prick!
Curtis was the only one who knew who the fucking grass was,
now it's just you that won't let it go.
What, you work for Truman as well?
You still don't get it, do you? Truman works for us.
You showed so much promise. So much promise!
You fucking disgust me!
You fucking fraggle!
(SCOFFS) You could've brought so much to the party,
you could've cleaned up!
I ain't going down for no one!
Not even you!
What did you fucking do to Curtis?
- You fucking killed him! - JAMIE: Shut the fuck up, you dick.
Curtis was sniffing too close. We've got fucking too much to lose!
And you thought I went away to call someone else to shoot him.
Listen, son, we fucking do our own dirty work around here!
You fucking murdering lowlife!
JAMIE: Shit!
(SCREAMS IN PAIN)
Fucking good effort, you little fucking prick!
A good thing about a riot is anyone could've done ya!
(ALL SHOUTING)
You listen to me. We got two of yours. Two of yours back here.
Yeah, so far... So far, no one's bloody laid a finger
- on their pretty little heads... - All right.
- Their fucking shame! - Just give us back the wing!
(INDISTINCT)
Fuck off, seriously, fuck off!
If it makes you feel any better, I couldn't do it.
Even. Jamie weren't that keen.
Fortunately for us, Truman insisted on doing the honours!
(SAM BREATHING DEEPLY)
Know the whole time this has been going on,
there's only been one thought going through my mind.
That I'm not doing any more jail time for you!
(JAMIE SCREAMS)
(GRUNTING)
(GROANING)
(PANTING) You've still got a lot to learn!
You disgusting, bent cunt!
Truman, go get some help!
You're my insurance, man, I ain't going anywhere,
any fucking where!
You fucking stay there. You don't die.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
MAN 1: When I say stand up, you will stand up.
- Do you understand? - SAM: Yes!
MAN 2: Stand up!
Now move forward!
I'll sing like a fucking canary about Deano and his whole network
if I get a lesser sentence for Bear.
And I want a Cat D move.
I have a...
..shall we say, "special relationship" with Mr De Souza.
I'm sure we can work something out.
Thank you, gentlemen, and well done, Sam.
Mr Truman and I have one or two things to discuss. That will be all.
So what you got for me, bruv?
I admire you, you know.
Coming back here day after day.
Well, someone's got to look after the place.
Thank you.
For everything.
You're a good lad, Sam.
I've got to go!
Let's go home!