- BANGING ON METAL - Oi, I said open the door!
How d'you explain it, Baz?
- Open this door. I need a slash, man. - How d'you explain us
getting six and you getting three?
- I can't explain that, lad, can I? - Shall I tell you?
- Open this door! - BANGING CONTINUES
I know what you're going to say, Johnno, so say it, yeah?
- You did a deal, mate. - I said open the door!
- You did. - No, I never.
You did a deal behind our backs, mate, and that explains that.
- BANGING CONTINUES - Shut your mouth, lad!
That explains how they found the stash on Berry Street.
Your big mouth told them it was there.
- I never, lad. - Yeah, it did, it did.
ARGUMENT CONTINUES
Open this door! - You got that in return.
Open the door!
Eh, quit banging on that door! Will you pack it in?!
Who are you talking to?
OVERLAPPING SHOUTING
Open the door!
OFFICER: Engine's off.
When are you letting me out?
SHOUTING AND BANGING
When are you letting me out, then?
Come on, mate.
Honest to God, I never grassed on anyone, man.
I swear to God.
I'm not a snitch.
Honestly, lad.
Lad, I swear to God. Yeah? Lad, all right?
Fucking grass!
GROANING
ALARM BLARES
- Right! - In holding cell 2!
ANGRY SHOUTING
- You're Mark Cobden? - Yes.
Date of birth?
17th April 1964.
And what religion are you, Mark?
Er, haven't really got one.
I don't go to church or anything, you know.
I'll put you down as Anglican, then, yeah?
But, um, I suppose I'm more lapsed Catholic than...
Right.
SHOUTING IN BACKGROUND
Have you been in prison before?
No.
First time for everything, eh?
- This way, please. - Are you feeling suicidal?
What?
Are you feeling suicidal?
Are you contemplating killing yourself?
No.
Good.
OK.
If you can just look into the camera for me, please?
Are you currently on medication?
Er, no.
Have you ever contracted a sexually transmitted disease?
No.
Open your mouth.
Tongue out.
Arms up.
Have you ever suffered depression?
When I was younger, I might have been...
- Is that a yes or a no? - No.
Top off.
Arms up.
Have you ever suffered from any other mental illness?
No.
And do you have any specific dietary requirements?
No.
OK, pants down.
And squat.
OK, pants up.
You can get dressed now.
LOCK CLANGS
MUFFLED CONVERSATION OUTSIDE
Jawad, Irvine, Cobden: follow me.
Just over there.
Right, through you go.
These are your PIN codes.
Thanks, boss. Ta.
You get a two-minute phone call.
Thanks.
Oh, shit!
I forgot the number.
I left it on the phone.
- Who were you going to phone? - Parents.
You get paper, stamps and envelope tomorrow.
You can write to them.
Unless there's another number you know.
- The wife? She... - Up to you, mate.
She, um...
Yeah, all right. Thank you.
RINGING TONE
RINGING TONE CONTINUES
Hello?
It's me.
I got four years.
I need my, er... my mam and dad's number.
I'll get it.
Have you got a pen?
Thank you.
- You ready? - Hello? I'm here.
0151...
496...
0293.
Right.
- Can I make another call? - No. Sorry.
Right, can you phone them for me?
Can't you do it?
No. I'm only allowed one call, and this is it.
What shall I tell them?
Just tell them I'm in Craigmore.
They know I got four years.
They were in court for that.
Just tell them I'm here.
Right.
How's Tom?
Don't go there, Mark.
CALL ENDS
In you go.
- Cobden? - Yeah?
This is a first-night cell,
so called because you spend your first night in it.
In you go.
Tomorrow is induction.
After induction, you get taken to the new wing.
So this is for one night only.
Oh, right. Yeah.
This is your emergency call button,
so called because you use it only in an emergency.
- Right? - Yeah. Right.
I knew Bob Warren.
He was a good man.
I know.
LOCK CLANGS
MUFFLED VOICE NEARBY
What about you? What did they give you?
Four years. Cat one, receiving.
That just leaves you.
Oi! Mark, innit?
- Yeah? - Man in his 50s, yeah?
- Yeah. - What are you in for?
Are you a nonce?
I killed a man.
Here, did you hear that?
The old man said he killed someone.
INMATES LAUGH
You expect us to believe that?!
LAUGHTER CONTINUES
I've left you a coffee downstairs.
- No shirts. - In the basket.
You haven't ironed 'em?
No. I told you, I'm not ironing your shirts any more.
You said you'd still iron my work shirts.
No, I didn't. For Christ's sake, woman.
There might be one in David's room.
22 years married and you suddenly decide
- to turn into a feminist! - SHE CHUCKLES
KEYPAD BEEPS
FINGERPRINT RECOGNITION BEEPS
KEYPAD BEEPS
Karen?
DOOR ENTRY BUZZES
Mark Cobden?
- Yeah.- It's, "Yes, boss."
"Yes, Mr McNally," or, "Yes, boss."
Yes, boss.
Get your stuff. Induction. Follow me.
Wait here.
Irvine... Nice to see you again, lad.
Yeah, boss.
Follow me, you lot.
Come on.
I'm your personal officer.
Any problems, you come to me, right?
If I can't sort it, I'll find someone who can.
Right, boss.
- Is Gabber still here, boss? - Gabber?
Fat bastard with a shaved head.
That's half the prison, that is, lad.
What's his proper name?
I just know him as Gabber, boss.
I owe him money from last time I was in.
- And you're worried about that, yeah? - Yeah, boss.
Well, find out his proper name and I'll look into it for you.
Thanks, boss.
Right, in you go. Find a seat.
INMATES MURMUR
- I got banged up with you three years ago. - All right, boys?
Don't sit next to him. He's a grass.
- I'm no grass, me, you know. - You're a grass.
- Did they find my stash on Berry Street, yeah? - Quiet, please.
ARGUMENT CONTINUES
Shut up!
Hey! Hey!
- What? - Shut up!
If you don't shut up,
I'll nick you, and if I nick you,
it's seg, and what a start that'll be, eh?
Now, you're unlucky to come in over a weekend because it means
you'll spend your first couple of days banged up.
You might get association later on
but that depends on staffing levels at the time.
In front of you, you'll see sheets of paper.
On the first sheet of paper, where it says "name"
and "prison number",
I want you to write your name and prison number.
Well, go on, then.
Anyone in for the first time?
Er, yes, boss.
Welcome.
Cheers.
Name and prison number? All done, yeah?
Right, now write down the names and numbers of the people
you want to call during your time here.
We'll then phone them
and see if they wish speak to you and if they do...
Keep it moving. All the way through.
6589 Jawad,
6675 Irwin with Officer Khan.
8738 Milner,
8871 Travers with me.
3944 Cobden,
8977 Schofield with Officer McNally.
You two with me.
SHOUTING AND BANGING
Cobden, this is your new abode.
- Am I in here as well, boss? - No.
Bernard? New padmate.
In you go.
All right?
Er, Mark.
Bernard.
Well, top or bottom?
I'm bottom.
All right.
What are you doing?
- Oh, I'm just putting my things... - No.
What are you doing?
How long?
Oh, er, four years.
What for?
Dangerous driving.
Four years for dangerous driving?
Yeah.
You kill someone, then?
How long are you doing?
Ten.
What for?
Manslaughter.
Who did you kill?
My father.
Your hands are soft.
Yeah, I'm... I'm a teacher.
- Oh, well, was a teacher. - Where at?
Bellbridge Comp.
They put you in here to spy on me?
Why would I spy on you?
The case, that's why.
What case?
My case against the prison.
No more. Right?
Shtoom from now on, eh?
Shtoom.
INMATES SHOUT
SHOUTING CONTINUES
Who's that?
Tom. My son.
- None of his mother, then? - No. No.
So you're separated, then?
Yeah. Yeah.
Nosy, ain't I?
Yeah.
You know how many staff there are in this nick?
And I don't just mean officers...
... I mean everyone: ancillary staff, admin, all that.
How many?
Don't know.
Not far short of 1,000.
How many prisoners?
Don't know.
Not far short of 1,000.
That's one for one.
One member of staff per prisoner.
You know how much that costs per prisoner?
No. No.
30 grand.
30 big ones.
That's six British winters on an Aussie beach.
- Huh. - That's money down the drain, mate.
You come in here bad and you go out worse.
It's money down the drain, and everybody knows it,
but everyone keeps shtoom
'cos it's money going into their pockets, isn't it?
1,000 pockets here, 1,000 in Wandsworth, 1,000 in Walton.
So what if this place is a shit-hole?
So what if it does no fucking good whatsoever?
It's money going into people's pockets.
That's my case, mate.
Right.
BERNARD BREATHES RAGGEDLY
- RAGGED BREATHING CONTINUES - Are you all right?
What is it?
You asthmatic?
You get panic attacks?
What do you take for them?
BERNARD GASPS
Push your diaphragm out.
If you push your diaphragm out,
you get more room in your lungs, so you get more air...
BERNARD EXHALES
Ah...
- Shall I get someone? - No.
- BERNARD EXHALES - OK.
I'm getting someone right now.
ALARM BLARES IN DISTANCE
- ALARM CONTINUES - Shut it, will you?
HE BREATHES RAPIDLY
They're busy.
There's a lot of this about.
Why do you do it?
What's your favourite tipple?
Eh?
What's your favourite tipple?
What's your drink?
Vodka.
Why vodka?
- No smell. Yeah? - ALARM CONTINUES
Imagine your first one of the day.
Imagine the hit you get from that.
That's what I get from this.
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
What's going on?
There's a man bleeding to death in here.
No, it's not as bad as it looks.
- What am I going to do with you, eh, Bernard? - Don't know, boss.
You promised me you wouldn't do this again, lad.
- I know, boss. - Look, there are no beds in the hospital wing,
so if I take you out,
I'm going to have to put you into segregation.
- Do you understand that? - Yes, boss.
- So are you going to stop it? - No, boss.
Then I'm going to have to come in and get you.
I've got AIDS.
Oh, don't say that, lad.
You say that and I'm going to have to come back mob-handed.
I'll smear you with my AIDS-infected blood.
Don't threaten me, lad. If you threaten me,
I'll have to come in and I'll have to twist you up.
- I'll smear you with it. - Don't threaten me, son.
- I'll soak you with it. - I'll have to act on it.
I'll smear you with my AIDS-infected blood!
What am I supposed to do in here?!
BERNARD BREATHES RAGGEDLY
KEYS JANGLE
They're coming.
I'd stand back if I was you.
Right.
Stand back, Cobden.
In you go.
BERNARD YELLS
Put your hands up! Stop struggling!
Get off me!
- Get out. - I know!
I know!
SHOUTING CONTINUES
HE BREATHES HEAVILY
You set? All right.
- Bernard again? - Uh-huh.
- Yeah. - Huh?
He's my best customer.
What's your name?
Mark.
Brendan.
What are you doing?
Oh, four years.
- You? - Life.
Rather blood than shite.
LOCK CLANGS
Lunch.
INMATES SHOUT IN DISTANCE
SHOUTING INTENSIFIES
Keep it moving!
- Cheese or chicken? - Cheese, please.
- Cheese or chicken? - Chicken.
Chicken, mate. Chicken, my brother. Chicken. Chicken.
I'm Stanley Timmins. Right?
You want to know who I am? Yeah? I'm Stanley Victor Timmins!
These screws,
they know I talk to myself all the time and are, like...
Who are you looking at?!
- No... No-one. - You were looking at me.
No, I wasn't.
I saw you. I saw you looking at me.
No, I... I just glanced at you, mate, that's all.
- You glanced? - Yeah.
I heard you shouting, so I glanced at you.
- I'm sorry if I upset you. - I'll glance you, mate.
- I'm sorry, all right? - I'll glance you.
I, Stanley Victor Timmins, will glance you, mate.
What do you say? In fact everyone on the wing right now?
- Get back in your cell. - You know I got tornados at the ready, innit?
INMATES SHOUT
- Boss, you all right? - Yeah, you?
Sound as a pound.
Something I can do for you?
I see your lad's in Lowood Prison, boss.
My lad?
Your David.
I haven't got a lad called David.
That's strange, that...
... 'cos you mention him on Facebook,
except there you say he's working away.
But he's not, is he, boss?
He's in Lowood Prison.
Look, we're not really that close.
I don't think you can use this against me
'cos there's no real bond between us.
- No? - No.
Then how come you're down to visit him tomorrow?
And bond or no bond, you'd want him to be comfy, wouldn't you?
Yeah, well, we know loads of lads there.
They'll make sure he's all right.
Is that a threat?
No, boss.
So if I ignore this conversation, what'll happen?
He won't be as comfy as he could've been.
Or as safe?
Maybe.
All right, so you make him comfortable, you make him safe,
what do I do in return?
We'll let you know about that.
All right. Give me a few days to think it over.
Course, boss.
Boss! Boss!
Hey, I put an app in two weeks ago for a change of wing,
and I haven't heard nothing yet. What's happening?
- Two weeks is nothing. - What do you mean, two weeks is nothing?
What are you on about?
It is when you're surrounded by nutters.
- Hi. - All right, love.
You're going to have to cancel Maureen tonight.
- Why? - We need to talk.
- What about? - Our David.
That prison's nearly 200 miles away, how could they know?
Staff.
What do you mean, staff?
Well, they knew we're visiting tomorrow, so...
Staff, it's got to be.
Are you sure it was a threat?
It was a threat.
He said he'd be well looked after if I... play ball.
If I don't play ball, then...
... he'll get hurt.
And what does playing ball entail?
Eric, what does playing ball entail?
- I don't know. - Well, what are we going to do?
Speak to our David in the morning.
WOMAN CRIES AND MUTTERS
May you rot in prison and burn in hell, you drunken bastard!
He was twice the man that you are.
You drunken bastard!
Drunken bastard. Twice the man that you are.
Ten times the man that you are.
What's happening?
- You got any sugar? - Er, don't know. I don't...
- I don't use it. - Here's some.
- It's Bernard's, that. - Bernard won't mind.
- Er, you know him? - Yeah.
- Excuse me. - What?
You should ask Bernard first.
- Ask Bernard? - Yeah.
- Ask that mad bastard, yeah? - Yeah. Yeah.
I tell you what, mate, your card's marked.
Go on, do one, Grandad.
Go on, give it here.
This is what we do to a grass!
BAZ SCREAMS
- Go! Go! Go! - Fucking hell!
SCREAMING CONTINUES
ALARM BLARES
SCREAMING CONTINUES
OFFICER: Back in your cell!
- CLATTERING - Fuck's sake.
Oh, God!
Fucking hurry up, then!
Oh, God!
Fucking hurry up! Hurry up!
OK, mate.
- SCANNER BEEPS - Just to the side, please.
Arms up.
Hi.
- Ooh! - All right, Mum?
- Are you all right? - All right, lad?
Do you want some Mars bars?
- Please. - Yeah?
Gosh, you've lost weight.
- Have I? - Yeah.
I'm eating all right.
Never enough, like. We don't do much, just laze round all day.
How is everyone?
Yeah, good.
You?
Good. Missing you, son, but I'm all right.
Dad?
Huh, your dad's your dad.
You still not doing his shirts?
He's got no chance.
- Here you are. - That my shirt?
Yeah.
We've got a problem, son.
Yeah?
You told anyone what I do, son?
No.
You sure?
Why would I tell anyone you're a screw?
What good's that going to do me in here?
Well, the lads in my nick know that you're in here.
How?
Don't know.
They said you'd be well looked after, though.
Only I might have to do them a favour in return.
Shit.
Yeah.
What are you going to do?
Keep you safe.
How?
- VP wing. - No!
Well, it's the only way.
I'm not having the entire prison
thinking I'm a nonce or a grass, Dad. No way.
- They're not all nonces and grasses. - No way!
It won't work anyway.
They'd just get some nonce to slash me, you know that.
- We'll have to have you ghosted, then. - What's ghosted?
- Moved to another prison. - I'm just getting used to this one.
Well, that's the only choice, son. All right?
You can't do three years on seg: it's VP wing or ghosted.
Take me chances as I am.
No, you won't. I'm not letting you do that.
VP or ghosted.
Ghosted.
Good.
I'll talk to my governor in the morning.
She'll speak to the boss here
and we'll have you moved in a few days.
It will be all right.
I promise.
HE BREATHES RAGGEDLY
Do you think he's lost weight?
- No. - I do.
You remember him from when he was at home.
He lost most of that weight on remand.
He's fine.
Horrible places, prisons.
- If you can't make up your mind... - Cheese, please.
Thank you.
- Yeah, I'll have a cake. - Yeah.
Thank you.
- I'll have that. - Whoa, what are you doing?
Behave.
Hi.
- It's Mark, innit? - Yeah. Yeah. Mark.
Is Bernard back?
No, he's still, you know...
You know, er, north of the Equator, we all walk clockwise.
South of the Equator, they all walk anticlockwise.
There's a prison in Uganda, right on the Equator.
It's fucking chaos.
Ha! Yeah.
Good one, that.
- You ready? - Er, yes, boss.
- Who's visiting you? - My parents, boss.
Nice.
Come on, you two.
- Are you all right? - I'm OK.
Here we go.
Take a seat.
Step forward.
Take a seat.
- And step forward. - SCANNER BEEPS
Thank you. Arms up.
- Cobden? - Yeah.
- To the right. - Thank you.
McAdams?
Arms up, please.
Turn around.
Thank you. Take a seat.
Come through, please.
Hello, gorgeous!
Oh, I've missed you.
Hiya.
All right, Mum? All right?
Ooh!
Hi, Dad. All right?
Good to see you.
- How are you, Dad? - OK.
I thought you weren't coming then.
You tired?
I couldn't sleep last night, thinking about you coming here.
HUBBUB OF CONVERSATION
Have you seen much of Tom?
She brought him round on Sunday. Yeah, she's been great.
She said she doesn't want what happened
to come between us and our grandchild.
How was he?
- Good. - Yeah, we had photos,
but they're on our phones and they took them off us.
Do you think she'd bring him here?
Well, not just yet.
I think she's still in too much pain for that.
Ah.
It's how you see this place.
It's rock bottom, yeah,
but it's somewhere to start again from. A clean slate.
- I don't deserve you. - I know.
You see, the thing is, I'm not appealing the conviction,
I'm appealing the sentence.
So he's basically just going to stress
that there was only one stab wound,
'cos the judge never took that into consideration.
There was no discount or anything for that.
So we'll see...
- There you go, Mark. - Ah. Thank you.
You've been watching me like a hawk, Mum.
- Have I? - I'm fine, honestly.
I'm fine.
I mean, it's noisy, it's boring, the food's a bit rubbish,
but apart from that, it's all right.
I wish I had more to complain about. I really do.
You're in here as punishment, son.
Not for it.
Yeah.
Do... Do you still see him?
Mmm.
A lot?
I see, er...
I see her, his wife.
When do you see them?
- Just... - That's it, ladies and gents.
That's it, I'm afraid.
All right, that's it, Mum.
- When will I see you? - Next week.
- Next week? - See you next week, love.
Look after yourself. I love you.
Can you ask Tom to write?
- Yes. - Yeah?
See you, Dad.
All right, take care.
All right, I'll see you soon.
- See you, babe. - I love you.
- See you. See you soon, eh? - You take care.
You're sure it was a threat?
- Positive. - OK.
We won't do anything till we've got your son somewhere safe.
Any ideas?
Chapel Grove.
That could be possible, yeah.
Might take a couple of days, though.
I told him I'd take a few days to think about it.
Good. We'll move David to Chapel Grove
and then we'll sort him out.
Thanks, guv.
Excuse me.
Excuse me, mate. It's my turn.
All right, babe, how's it going?
You took my turn, mate.
Piss off.
What? No, no, no, not you.
Some pain-in-the-arse here going on about the phone.
You've took my turn, mate.
Did you go your Debbie's? Yeah?
Yeah?
Nah. I'm all good.
You know me. So go on.
When are you going to come and see us, then, babe?
I'm sorry, mate, but can I have the phone?
- Piss off. - You took my turn.
I said piss off, or I'll snap your jaw!
Go on.
All right. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Gimp.
Sorry.
You all right?
All right?
Feeling better?
Yeah.
Do you mind if I close this?
The noise, like.
Yeah.
What, yeah, you mind or, yeah, close it?
Close it.
No sugar.
No?
There was half a bag, and now it's gone.
No idea, mate.
Where's it gone?
LOCK CLANGS
DISTANT FOOTSTEPS
DISTANT YELLING
Can you hear that?
- Bernard? - BERNARD WHIMPERS
Bernard, can you hear that?
WHIMPERING CONTINUES
Bernard?
Hey.
Bernard?
Bernard, what's...
What's happening?
Hey, come on. Come on, mate, you're scaring me.
Bernard?
Fuck...
ALARM BLARES
Bernard? Hey, come on, someone's coming.
Someone will be here in a minute. Bernard?
Hey.
ALARM CONTINUES
There's a man in here not breathing!
Help!
Come on, let me get you down.
Let me get you down.
Come on, mate. Come on.
Stay with me now. Stay with me, laddie.
Come on.
Come on, lad.
Come on. Bernard, come on.
- Can you hear me? - Fuck off!
There's a man in here not breathing!
BANGING ON DOOR
What are you playing at?!
Shit, Bernard, come on. Fucking hell.
Come on, lad. Come on.
- Get in here! - Code blue.
Immediate assistance.
- Bravo Wing. On the twos, 39. - Please, come on! Get in here!
- I can't. - Please get in here!
I can't without support.
What support?! I've got a man here, he's...
Mark, I need you to remain calm.
Assistance is coming.
I don't know what to do with him.
Move your arses! Please help him. Come on. Please!
OK, Mark, well done. Thank you.
Stand back. Stand back!
Stand back, please.
Shit...
Fuck.
ALARM FADES
RAIN PATTERS
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
KEYS RATTLE
LOCK CLANGS
Hello.
Hi.
Mark, isn't it?
Yeah.
Can I come in?
Yes.
KEYS RATTLE
I'm Marie-Louise O'Dell.
I'm a Catholic nun, part of the chaplaincy team.
I'm not into God, I'm afraid.
Oh, you don't know what you're missing.
I'm really sorry about Bernard.
They're saying it was suicide.
Yeah.
How?
He saved up his meds, took them all in one go.
You been in prison before?
No.
Difficult.
Yeah.
What do you do on the outside?
I'm a teacher.
Or was a teacher, yeah.
Oh, Mark, you could be the answer to my prayers.
Stop there.
Come on, in you go.
Hi, Mark. Welcome.
- Hello. - Come on in.
Do you want to take a seat?
- Yeah. - Yep.
Come on, lads.
Welcome. Come on in, everybody. Just take a seat, grab a seat.
Yeah.
What's happening, lad?
OK, first things first, we've got a couple of new faces with us today.
You all right?
Hiya. You all right?
Mark's a teacher, and he's promised to sort you lot out.
Everyone is going to be sharing some of their experiences.
Daniel's going to start us off
by telling us how he ended up here.
Daniel?
Erm, well, I killed someone in a fight.
Another young man?
Could you say a bit more?
Sorry, I don't know if I can, you know.
- I know I said I would, but... - It's OK.
- Yeah. - It's OK, no worries.
Can we go to you, Barry?
It's Baz, Miss.
Oh, sorry, Baz.
Baz has been injured recently
and has agreed to tell us about it.
Yeah, erm,
well, I got a shorter sentence than these lads I was up with,
which made some people think I'm a grass,
and I'm not.
See, these kids, like, what they did is,
they, like, boiled a kettle and poured all the sugar in
so it'd stick to me flesh
and then, like, chucked it in me face.
The thing is, like, I know who they are who did it, yeah,
but they did it because they thought I was a grass so...
... the last thing I want to do is grass them up
and prove them right, innit?
So now I'm hoping that they think
that this is enough and that they, erm, that they leave me alone.
Like, I'm... I'm only telling you all this because, you know, like,
these are the types of things that can happen
while you're doing jug,
so, I mean, stay out of jail and that, kids.
That's it, Miss.
Thanks, Baz.
PHONE RINGS
Hello?
All right, Dad?
All right, son. Are you OK?
I'm great. I'm great.
Let me just, erm, let me just get your mum.
Sonia?
I'll just put you on loudspeaker, all right?
- It's our David. - Oh.
- You all right, son? - I'm great, Mum. I'm great.
Where are you?
Chapel Grove.
What's it like?
Looks OK. Good, well-run nick.
I'm in a first-night cell,
so won't be on the wing till tomorrow, but it's all looking good.
Do you feel safe?
Totally. Totally, Dad.
Right, well, look, we'll, erm, we'll organise a VO
and we'll come and see you as soon as we can, son, yeah?
- All right. - Yeah.
Do you need anything sending in?
Just send me...
AUDIO FADES
Yeah, OK. I'll sort that out.
KEYS JANGLE
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
Jawad.
- Yes, boss. - On your bed.
- Why, boss? - We're coming in.
- What? - Going to twist your padmate up.
- What? - Come on, then!
Come on, you fucking bastards!
Come on, then!
SHOUTING AND GROANING
What are you doing?!
Stay on your bed and shut up!
Get off the fucking...
Get off! My freaking head!
Watch it, mate, watch it!
What the fuck?!
HE GROANS
Out of order, that, boss!
Any complaints, you know the procedure.
You're dead hard, aren't you? Three of yous, one of me!
What? What are you looking at?
At what?!
HE GROANS AND SEETHES
INMATES SHOUT
Threaten my son, and you pay for it.
LOCK CLANGS
- Hello? - Hiya, Dad.
Hi, son.
There's someone here who wants a word with you.
Yeah?
Hi, Dad.
Tom?
Yeah.
Wasn't... wasn't expecting you.
No?
Does your mam know you're speaking to me?
No.
I'm not sure we should be, then.
Dad, I'm 14. I can talk to whoever I want.
You can't, son.
It's entirely up to her whether we speak together or not,
and she don't want it.
Two minutes, then.
OK. OK.
I want to come and see you.
I'm not sure about that, son.
It's not such a good idea right now.
I want to come and see you, Dad!
OK. Maybe next time Gran and Grandad come.
Right.
How are you?
Fine.
Gran and Grandad, they all right?
Fine.
It's lovely to hear your voice, son.
Give us that, lad.
Hey.
Hey, give it me back.
Give me that back, please.
I was on the phone to my son there, so give it me back, please.
Look, it's one thing taking me food,
that's me suffering, but taking me call, that's me family suffering,
- and that's not on, that. - John Milner, please.
- So give it me back! - Yo, what's up?
Give it me back!
Wha... Yeah!
Give it me back.
Yeah.
If you don't give it me back, I'm going to hit you. I mean it.
Come on, then.
Hit me.
Sorry about that...
Fuck.
Oh...
You should've hit him back.
I'm a teacher.
A fucking teacher.
Your life won't be worth living now.
BANGING ON DOOR
He hasn't stopped banging on.
Ta.
BANGING CONTINUES
- You've been asking for me? - Yeah.
What is it?
Just wondering, boss.
Wondering what?
Why you and your lad don't get on.
We do.
But he's somewhere safe now,
somewhere you can't lay a finger on him.
He's in Chapel Grove.
You fucking...
ALARM BLARES
You lay a finger on that lad, and I'll fucking kill you!
I'll rip your head off, I swear to God.
I'll kill you.
Don't you go anywhere near him, do you hear me?
Let him go! Let him go!
Get him off me!
I swear to God, I'll kill you!
Get off me!
ALARM CONTINUES
DISTANT SHOUTING AND BANGING
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DOOR CLANGS SHUT