Made In Britain Page #3

to do summat with all that free time.

So you did a bit of thieving.

First two or three times you get caught,

you get taken down the nick...

...and some policeman tells you off,

shouts at you.

Next time you get a caution - this time

a sergeant in full uniform shouts at you.

But that doesn't make a damn bit

of difference, you're deaf to reason.

You go on nicking and making

a bloody nuisance of yourself...

...when you should be here,

learning summat useful!

But it's burglary, shoplifting, TDA -

touching the dog's arse...

...taking and driving away -

and back you go to court.

They're getting to know you now...

...so you get fined, or sent to

the police attendance centre.

Kept off the streets all day Saturday...

...made to scrub floors when you could be

watching West Ham lose at home.

The magistrates don't know

what to do with you.

They're all greengrocers

and shopkeepers.

So... they send you here to us...

...for... assessment.

So, what are we going to do with you?

- We could recommend you go home...

- What home?

...but they won't have you.

So how are we going to get rid of you?

Foster parents? Never.

Children's home? A joke.

CHE, detention centre, borstal.

Well, a pity about CHE,

Community Home with Education...

...appealing both to your intellectual

brilliance and your public spirit.

What used to be called

an approved school, a CHE.

You could have been king of the Mafia!

Lots of lick-my-arse power trips

around vicious 15-year-olds...

...and you've just turned 16! Bad luck.

Not much left to bring you in line.

Short, sharp shock at the local

detention centre, or borstal!

Two simple lessons

you'll have to learn, DC or borstal.

One - discipline,

two - respect for authority.

You're gonna have to learn it,

so you might as well learn it now.

This is an open invitation to you to

cooperate, Trevor. For your own good.

DC - seven out of ten

coming out of detention centres...

... eight out of ten from borstals re-offend,

commit crimes, that is, within two years.

So, here you are, fresh out of borstal.

What's the first thing

you're going to need? Peter?

A job.

Peter, how many unemployed

do we have at the moment?

- Millions.

- Exactly.

So what chance have you got,

with your record, of getting a job...

...against a lad with O and A levels

and a decent haircut?

About nil?

Optimistic. So, no job.

What do you do? Sign on. The dole.

How much is that worth to you?

A place to live, food in your gut,

a bit of fun? Nothing. It's gone, broke.

No job, no prospects, no cash.

So what do you do?

And you're back here - all because you

were too stupid when you were here...

...nicking sweets from the local tuck shop.

Well, they've tried all this.

They know this didn't work, not with you.

So what's left?

And you're on the bandwagon, boy.

And you won't get off.

Prison:
Locked up like an animal!

A job:
No prospects.

Dole:
No cash.

Thieving:
No more chances.

Prison:
An animal.

Round and round you go.

Well, those are your options.

You've created 'em.

You've brought it all upon yourself.

Before you kick another door down...

...before you kick another chef

in the bollocks...

...before you do anything...

...think!

You may not get another chance.

Settle down.

We'll have another little chat on Monday.

Sounds great. When do I start?

It doesn't have to be like that, Trevor.

There are alternatives, brighter prospects.

You lot are all the same - all first names.

"How about that, Trevor?"

You make out like you know me.

- I know some things, Trevor.

- Trevor!

I know you're intelligent.

It's on all your reports.

You say that like it's a present.

I'm not trying to be patronising.

Look, what do you expect me to be?

Thick in the head?

- Trevor...

- Trevor!

- You've found your tongue now!

- Bollocks.

- You can walk out of this room now...

- Where to?

...but you must behave responsibly.

- Grow up.

No more violence, and start using some of

the intelligence you're supposed to have.

Bollocks. Piss off! I hate you,

the f***in' pair of you! I hate you!

I don't know you, Trevor. You don't

know me. So how can you hate me?

- For putting me in here.

- You put yourself in here.

Look, you go kicking doors down,

breaking the place up...

I'm British!

So?

- Know what that means, do you?

- I think so.

- You proud to be British?

- What do you mean?

Don't you know? I'm proud.

I don't really think about it like that.

That's cos you've spent too much time

locked up in here with all these n*ggers.

Oh, I see.

British bulldog, one, two, three.

I'm more British than you, f***-face.

You hate blacks as much as I do,

but don't admit it.

You hate them more,

cos they frighten you.

- That's why you lock 'em up.

- Watch it.

You lock up anything that frightens you!

The only thing that frightens me, Trevor...

...are the people who put sick ideas

like that into children's heads.

- Trevor, this is not a prison.

- It's just the same as school.

Do what we tell you,

think what we tell you...

...say what we tell you,

squawk, be a f***in' parrot!

I hate you for putting me in here!

You're bullshitters! You swallow your own

bollocks, you expect me to swallow it too.

Blacks in here are as thick as sh*t

with no brains! You know it.

Admit it. I had to sit in school and watch

these wankers add up on their fingers.

I was held back.

All the white kids were held back!

And that's why you spend your time

attacking canteen managers?

It's all the fault of the blacks?

- Pakis don't even speak f***in' English!

- Well, send them back

- Now, come on.

- It's not cruel. It would be kind!

That why you threw a brick

through Mr Whatshisname's window?

Every Paki's gonna get one.

And sh*t, and piss, and petrol.

Wait till it starts!

- Proud of all this, are you?

- If I watch my p's and q's...

...cos some mingy little f***er like you

is gonna write it all down!

"Your case conference is coming up.

Watch your step." Bollocks!

I'll say what I want. You got decisions

to make about my life, you get on with it.

I hate you for putting me in here.

- One day you'll f***in' pay for it.

- We didn't put you in here.

You put yourself in here.

We're trying to get you out.

Out where?

Out of this room, out of this place.

Back into the world.

It's your f***in' world, mate, not mine!

Stick it up your arse!

- Come on, Peter, let's have a drink.

- Can't you take a bit of honesty?

I wouldn't have said that honesty

was one of your finer points.

Just a minute.

Can I say something?

Trevor, just a minute. That's all.

Let's just cool it, shall we?

This is a bad start. But there's no need

for it to go on like this, no reason at all.

What you have to remember is,

this is just a temporary situation.

You could be out of here in no time.

You're here for assessment, that's all.

That means we want to help you

to help yourself.

Now, it needn't be like that.

There are alternatives.

If it goes well, you could be

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