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Synopsis: A beautiful young dentist (Ormond) working in a tough British prison starts to become attracted to a violent inmate (Roth) after the break-up of her marriage, and embarks upon an illicit affair with him, with terrible consequences for all.
Genre: Crime, Drama, Romance
Director(s): Angela Pope
Production: Miramax
 
IMDB:
6.4
Rotten Tomatoes:
25%
R
Year:
1994
100 min
210 Views


- Sorry?

Oh, no. My pleasure.

"Oh, no. My pleasure."

I've been in dozens of times.

You have seen me.

I have a clinic, and I'm already late

Just a sec.

Delta-Juliet-Whiskey.

Reception.

Delta-Juliet-Whiskey.

Central. Over.

I've got a female here.

Says she's a new vet.

- Dentist?

- Dentist, yeah. You know her.

- Good-looking?

- Is that Sexton?

- Dark, yeah.

- She'll need an excort.

Okay. Come over and pick her up.

You silly tart.

Come on.

Blimey. Not like she's a Mick.

You're not, are you?

Don't worry about her,

we call all the medics vets.

And all the men animals.

Only those that are, mam.

All right, Lanny.

That's you done.

Lanny. Elvis.

Come on, Leonard.

We've other patients to see.

Look, I know what you're thinking, right?

You're thinking I'm not Elvis Presley.

Well, I know that. I know who I am. I do.

- You're a lucky man.

- Yeah. I'm the King.

Come on. Out.

It's a guard just like boxers wear,

and it exactly fits your mouth

So, even if you are still grinding at night,

it won't damage your teeth.

All right.

That's it.

But, I'm afraid...

You may need endless adjustments.

Takes forever to get it right.

I haven't had a visit in five years.

Cheeky bugger.

I mean, he could be anything.

A child molester or a rapist.

- No, I don't think so.

- You can't tell, can you?

Well, I can tell he's lonely.

Come on, five years without a visit,

so would you be.

Those are all for the prison.

I hate it when patients do that.

He used to run his own business,

so he said.

Thieving probably.

Or drugs.

Anyway. I'm sure you're not allowed to visit.

Not in a prison attached to.

Quite.

Bet he knows, too.

Just trying it on.

Can't blame them, really, I suppose.

Mum, it's not dangerous.

There are prison officers everywhere.

Not in the room, not with you.

- No, but...

- It's so different. I wish you'd told us.

There's been such a lot happening,

what with moving and everything.

Have you seen Simon?

No, I haven't seen him.

I just thought...

You still haven't sold the house...

Mum, this is London.

The property market's collapsed,

that's why we haven't sold it.

Him in that beautyful house...

And you were always such a clever girl.

Come on, duck. Come to see your dad.

That's brandy and coke.

- What's this then?

- That's Bacardi.

All right.

What's this?

That's the baby's bloody bottle.

Can't win, can you?

Try to look nice

and a man treats you like you're on the game.

Who are you dressing for?

Where are you going after?

Don't bother

and you're showing him up front of his mates.

- Come on, love, move yourself.

- Come on, mate.

Come on. Can we move through now, please?

Here we go.

Oh. Sealed visits.

IRA?

Funny sort of IRA men.

- Hardly recognised you.

- I don't look that different, do I?

You look great.

Sit down.

- All right?

- I'm sure staff aren't allowed to visit.

- It's all right. They won't clock you.

- They're not blind.

Yeah, they are.

They don't see people, just bodies.

They count them in and count them out.

- You could train monkeys to do that.

- Why are you shaking then?

You'd do well in here.

That's what we spend half our lives doing.

Reading each other.

Oh, yeah.

So, what you wanna do?

Eat first, then the pictures,

or pictures first?

No, nothing to see, is there?

No, you're probably right.

I'm fed up with going out anyway.

I don't know how you do it.

Coming back in the evenings.

- It's the weekends that are a real killer.

- Empty?

Yeah, how about you?

- Me?

- Facing into this lot?

Psychopaths and gangsters,

and that's just the screws.

I used to share a practice in Clapham.

Oh, yeah?

I did jobs all over Clapham.

No, not, you know, no.

No, proper job.

Wiring and rewiring houses, contracting.

Stockwell, Brixton. Brixton, lived there.

Lived all over.

Better than being stuck in a room all day.

You can say that again.

Sorry.

What?

No, what is it? Tell me.

When you were at the supermarket,

you weren't tagged.

So I knew it was play for the jail.

No wedding ring.

Oh, no.

I some...

We split up.

Same here.

- Have you told her that?

- Well, as it happens, she told me.

That's what made it easier.

Easier asking you.

Is that what this is?

Practice?

I don't know.

You're the one with all the cards. You can

find out anything about me. You're staff.

No.

But I'd prefer if you ask me.

Of course.

No, absolutely...

Look, you said you hadn't had a visit

and I just thought...

Don't get me wrong.

I appreciate this.

A bomb exploded this morning in a shopping

centre in Finchley North London...

No warning was given about the device.

The explosion occured to start...

Out of order, that is.

... crowded shopcenter...

They call themselves soldiers. ... they

found a second bomb which was made safe...

Chief Inspector Keith Toplow,

Head of the...

Oi! Don't feed the animals, right?

Snow? Guys?

All right, Elvis.

Fancy a little jailhouse rock, do we?

Do you want to try

a little piece of the Devil's Dandruff?

You, damn pussycat.

Hey, man. Don't let the crown. Dig it down.

Simon.

Bloody house.

- Hello?

- Is that Rachel?

Philip... where are you?

How can you ring?

Phonecards. All the wings have them.

We can call out anytime.

Well, I didn't give you this number.

I'm sorry...

to disturb you.

I'm sorry if it's a liberty.

- Who did you say you were?

- Personal, I just said it was personal.

Right, well, I'll hurry up then,

I was just wondering if...

if you're doing anything next week,

if you're up for a visit?

Next week's difficult.

Week after?

I can't make it.

Look, as you said, I'm stuff.

Only part-time, but...

No, I understand.

- No, really...

- No, I understand. That's cool.

F*** off.

You don't want to jeopardize anything.

It's like college.

I don't want to jeopardize anything.

Well, that's right. Exactly.

Listen, these phonecards don't...

Oh, sh*t.

- What are you up to?

- That vet, what's she up to, uh?

That's the question.

Calls herself a dentist.

You see the n*gger last night?

He's having a laugh, isn't he?

"Look at me, I'm a gangster".

I've been to see her, right?

I got gold crowns.

Five. Now I've got only four.

Five gold crowns cost me a lot of money.

"Devil's Dandruff"...

I mean, who the f*** does he think he is, uh?

Now. One, two, three, four.

Right?

Brixton. Parkhurst.

Durham. Wakefield. Scrubs.

Where's the Scrubs?

Where's the Scrubs?

- She's got it.

- She hasn't.

Yeah. Her and that doctor bloke, Hockley.

I'm worth more to them dead than I'm alive.

You can laugh.

I know, what they're doing.

What's they're doing

done exactly the same to Elvis.

I know, what they're doing.

Exactly the same...

Hi.

All right?

I hoped I'd find you somewhere around here.

Lurking about.

You were cut off.

Seems so, yeah...

Listen...

I'm sorry I was so abrupt.

I was really taken back by the phone.

I didn't realize you could call out.

Yeah, you can call anyone.

Dial a pizza, live in hope...

No ring today.

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Frank Deasy

Frank Deasy (19 May 1959 – 17 September 2009) was an Irish screenwriter. He won an Emmy Award for the television series Prime Suspect and was also nominated for his works, Looking After Jo Jo and The Grass Arena. His other works included the BBC/HBO mini-series, The Passion.Preceding his death from liver cancer on 17 September 2009, Deasy spoke in public about his condition. An appearance on RTÉ Radio 1's Liveline led to a record increase in organ donor card requests in Ireland. more…

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