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Mr Shahnawaz saw Trevor throw

a brick through his lounge window.

Mr Shahnawaz was treated by his doctor

for a cut he received...

...but was later able to identify Trevor...

...when he was apprehended

and arrested by the police.

Trevor was charged at Ratman Street

police station at 9.45pm.

When asked if he had anything to say,

he made no reply.

Do you have any questions

on the facts, Mr Wyman?

- No questions.

- Thank you.

Were you aware that

Mr Shahwanaz had to be treated...

...for a wound you inflicted upon him?

Yeah.

Stand up!

You do not invite leniency, do you?

No.

You were a constant truant at school -

a failure, it seems.

You've been in court on numerous

occasions for non-attendance.

You have been convicted of

taking and driving away...

...shoplifting, violent behaviour...

...and, in spite of your

undertakings to the court...

...you have made no attempts

to secure yourself a job.

And now you've been accused

of stealing once again...

...and you've attacked a member of

the immigrant community...

...and caused damage to his property.

It's a long, depressing list.

Are you not ashamed of yourself?

No.

You are currently under way to Hooper

Street Residential Assessment Centre.

"Residential" means the place

where you reside, live.

You will reside, live, at Hooper Street

for a period of six weeks...

...which means you'll probably end up

in there for about six months...

...while a team of experts - psychiatrists

and psychologists, team leaders...

...key workers - decide what

they think should be done with you.

That is called assessment.

Then you go back in front of His Nibs

for nicking the cassettes from Harrods...

...he reads the experts' reports,

and then sentences you to be hanged.

- You got that?

- What did I get for the cassettes?

You don't listen, do you?

You're all the bloody same!

Today was the brick

through the Paki's window.

They made a balls-up. You gotta go back

for the cassettes from Harrods.

That's when he'll decide

what to do with you!

- You're in a bad mood, Harry.

- You think you'll get away with it?

- What?

- What?

- Nicking from Harrods!

- Why not?

- Full of skinheads that day, was it?

- It was full of wogs.

How many other skinheads did you see?

It was full of wogs. Why not me?

- Wankers!

- You heard the man. No more chances.

- See him again and he'll put you away.

- Bollocks. I'll kick the door down.

- It's not worth it. They'll lock you up.

- They can't do that for not getting a job.

No? Try 'em and see.

You still gonna be

my social worker, Harry?

Yeah. I'm afraid so.

I'm off for the next two weeks,

so behave yourself!

- Off what?

- Work.

You going on holiday, Harry?

- That's right. Corfu.

- Where's that?

Just stay straight till I get back.

Put me in your filing cabinet.

I'll spend the next two weeks reading

all the cobblers you write about me!

- Peter, this is Trevor.

- Hello.

What can I do for you, Harry?

- Well, I brought Trevor.

- You mean, this Trevor?

Yeah. His case notes

will be round later in a lorry!

Have you brought Trevor for admission?

- We've just come from court!

- I know nothing about this.

- It's a telephone referral.

- When?

Four, five days ago.

Oh, er, yes... Wait there.

How'd you know I was coming

five days ago?

I didn't.

- I only went to court this morning.

- It's common procedure!

Come through, Harry, Trevor.

See if we can't sort this out.

Come on, bald-brain.

We'll find you a place,

even if we have to pay for it!

Harry, Trevor is

a telephone referral, is he?

Right.

Hello, Peter Clive.

Beep-beep-beep-beep!

Hello, Peter Clive.

Terry. Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, she's still here.

No, nothing's planned.

No. Er... can you hold on

two ticks, Terry? Good.

Harry, your message

isn't recorded in the log.

- Terry's not expected.

- Trevor!

Oh, Trevor. That makes things

very difficult for us to sort out.

- Impossible, I'd say, Peter.

- Yeah.

Just remembered, I left the care order

round at the court.

- Can't admit him, then.

- When can I go to the Jobcentre?

- Where is it, anyway?

- Can I call you back?

What brought this on?

This place is full of wankers.

I'd rather work than be here!

Look, Peter, can't we

do something with Trevor...

...and then you and me

can have a sort-out?

All right. I'll pass you on to someone else,

if you feel OK about that.

- Don't need me, do you?

- I just want to get down the Jobcentre.

Come through.

Back in two ticks, Harry.

- Watch your step, smartarse.

- Bollocks!

- What's this about the Jobcentre?

- Magistrate told me to get a bleedin' job.

I'm Peter Clive,

one of two deputy superintendents.

I'll link you up with your key worker

or house-parent - if we can find them!

They'll fill in your entry form with you,

organise a room.

We've got things like bike workshops,

evening groups, Red Rover days.

Oh, we need to have a little conference

with you about your contract.

I don't like that bed - there's a draught.

I want that one.

- I'm in this bed!

- I know you are.

- You got a swastika on your head.

- I know I have.

I'll sell it to you.

- What's this bollocks about a contract?

- It's Pete Clive. He makes you do it.

- He's a wanker.

- Oh, he's a prick.

You have to promise to behave,

get to school on time and things.

Do it in your own writing and sign it.

- What school?

- I still go to my proper school.

I've been suspended, so I'm back.

- So why aren't you there today?

- Infection in my ear.

My case conference comes up next week.

- Then I might get out.

- They're all wankers.

- Who?

- This lot here.

Hey, what's that?

- Don't you know?

- No.

'Ere, you can have this bed if you want.

No, thanks.

I'll stay over here.

- That's just for the bus?

- That's right.

- What about pocket money?

- You've only just got here.

It's not been fixed yet.

I don't know how much you get.

- Same as everybody else?

- You have damages to pay, don't you?

For the broken window.

- I need some pocket money.

- What for?

If you're just going down to the Jobcentre

and back you won't need pocket money.

You go straight there and back again.

- What if I don't make it back for lunch?

- It won't take that long.

If it was up to me,

you wouldn't be going at all!

They might send me for a job!

Here's an extra pound -

against your pocket money!

Where we going?

Get in.

Remember this?

Evo-Stik.

Stay here.

I feel sick!

Oi! What's this say?

"Supermarket, 23.55 per week."

That's... 50p an hour.

- Bollocks!

- Yeah.

You ain't supposed to take the cards.

You a carpenter?

- What about this one, Jo?

- I was looking at this one.

"Dental practice. Four O levels."

"Required to train for three years

as dental nurse."

"Should have French and Spanish,

but not essential."

Yeah, who do you have to suck off

to get that one, then?

'Ere, what's this one say?

"MIF, 9.30-5.30. Young person

for general warehouse duties."

"Must be able to speak

fluent Punjabi and Urdu."

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