Offender

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Get down!

Get down, get down!

Get down! Get down!

Get down! Get on the floor!

Do you hear me? Get down!

You do not invite leniency.

The severity of the assault,

no less than it was directed

at officers of the law,

leaves me with no option,

maximum sentence.

Two years.

Gravesmere young offenders.

- He did two coppers.

- That right?

- Don't even look at me!

- Shithead.

- Top of the league.

- That was never a penalty, mate.

Downey, Downey.

- Name?

- Tommy Nicks.

You're prison number: A1019.

Look at the camera, Nicks.

- Oh, beautiful face. For radio.

- Thumb print on there.

Put your f***ing thumb

on there.

- Go on.

- F***ing wanker.

Oi, you! Shut up!

In fact, sit down!

Stand yourself over there.

Take your clothes off.

Take your clothes off.

Ah, f*** Cantona. He never

even had a birth certificate.

Why are you going on

about a Frenchman?

He don't even play

for us any more.

Arms up. Tongue out.

Bend over.

Open your arse cheeks.

- Cough.

- Cough!

Yeah.

Stick these on. Hurry up.

- How was your weekend?

- Yeah, it was all right.

- Thomas Nicks.

- Yeah.

Just relax. I have to ask you

a few questions.

So, this is your first time inside?

Any alcohol

or drug dependencies?

- How do you feel?

- Fine.

Any feelings of self-harm?

Suicidal thoughts?

No.

- Who've you been living with?

- Nobody.

Parents?

Girlfriend?

No.

No girlfriend.

Okay. Wait there.

What are you

looking at, you wanker?

What have you got

in your bag there?

Okay.

Yeah, got you.

Don't think you're something

special in here, uh?

We get 30,000 of you wannabe

little pricks through here every year.

The majority go out and re-offend.

What you staying there for?

Get in!

You hardball me like that, prick-muncher,

and I'll start you on basic. No electricity.

Eh?

Now, be a smartarse,

and I'll throw you in the block.

Okay.

Got a runner! Got a runner!

Come on!

Move! Move! It's this way!

Come on!

Come on!

Bob?

Come on, Bob!

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

Another hanging...

No, they're probably too late.

You good?

I'm Harry.

What are you in here for?

Justice.

Right.

Well, good luck with that.

This is f***ing sick!

Are you seeing this!

Crazy! I'm telling you, man.

F***, look at all this!

All teenies and trainers.

Trainers?

That's for little kids, man.

- This is f***ed up, man.

- Let's go.

- London's f***ed!

- Go on your way!

Think about this, yeah?

See, if there's rioting going

all around in London right now?

That means the police are gonna

be stretched to their limits.

- You should line up some big move.

- That's what I'm saying, bruv.

- Take advantage of this whole situation.

- What are you thinking?

- We're gonna rob a jewellery store.

- I'm f***ing on it.

Everyone's day, yeah!

That's what I'm saying.

What about you, Blue?

You know me, cuz.

I just follow the pay cheque.

Christmas gonna come early this year.

Oi!

What was you waiting for

back there, huh? Give me the bag!

Oh, this is f***ed.

Gabi. Hold this. Make sure you keep

this one safe for me, yeah?

- I'll come and see you soon.

- See y a.

Come, let's go.

Drop me at my baby mama's.

Look, there's loads

of little mugs out tonight.

Everyone's on it!

Plenty of feds as well.

We need to dump this stuff.

- F*** that, mate! We're home free!

- We're in a hot whip!

Just drop me at my baby mother's.

- Slow down!

- Hey, what the f***?

Slow down!

Slow down!

Just go!

I ain't done nothing!

F*** off, pig!

Stop now!

F***'s sake!

Got him grounded? Knife?

Six sevens. Size 9.

Four plasma TVs. Three PCs.

You gotta bring the army in.

The old bill ain't gonna do f*** all.

- Army won't make no difference.

- Bound to happen sooner or later.

They'll just bring in more police

to sort it out.

The police are the cause of this.

They shot a brother dead two days ago.

That was no stop-and-search.

That was an execution. Trust me.

Things'll get worse before they get better.

Enough of this f***ing bunny.

Yous two are doing my nut in.

- Remember I gotta leave early today.

- Going with that bird? Go on, then.

Back to work!

We should all leave early tonight, man.

There's a fever spreading

through them youngers.

- Walk easy, man.

- Cool, man.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry, I couldn't get away.

You missed it.

Tommy, you were meant to be here.

- Let me see.

- No.

- Is it a boy or a girl?

- Yeah, it's one of those.

I got you a present.

It's beautiful.

It's got your forehead, look.

- Look at his nose.

- Cute.

Watch where you're f***ing going!

Open your f***ing eyes!

Come on, then!

F***ing come on, then!

- Tommy...

- You d*ckhead!

Tommy, leave it.

Come on, it's fine. It's fine.

I want you to look after me.

You're gonna be a father.

Just like you always wanted.

And we're gonna be a family.

I'm always gonna take care of you.

Look after you.

Always.

Show me how much you love me.

Come on, girls!

Hands off c*cks...

into your socks!

The food's awful here,

but if you convert to Islam,

besides finding the prophet

Mohammed, praise be upon him,

you also get special halal dinners

brought in during Ramadan.

- Are you a Muslim?

- Nah.

But don't think about converting

unless you're willing to go pray.

- Them brothers'll still f*** you up.

- Kill you for not praying?

Maybe not kill,

but they can handle themselves.

Ever seen anyone get killed?

Boys have taken their own life, but you

couldn't get away with killing anyone.

You sure about that?

At least not in the wing, or in the gym,

or in the yard, or at canteen.

No, you'd have to do it

in a cell or in the showers.

- You know Mason?

- Yeah.

- Essay?

- Yeah, I know that man.

What about Jake?

Mind out, cuz.

What, do you know me, fam?

Have I got your girl's knickers

on my head or something?

- Why are you looking at me?

- You heard him, you f***ing wanker.

You one of them rare youths, yeah?

Don't f*** with me, you know?

You little p*ssy.

All right, lads,

let's keep moving.

F***ing f*ggot.

Like you said,

the food's sh*t anyway.

That is Jake.

Hey, yo, new boy!

People all around me

and they're all in fear

I They don't seem to want me

but they won't admit

I must be some kind of creature

up here having fits

I From my party house

I'm afraid to come outside

Although I'm filled with love

I'm afraid they'll hurt my pride

I So I play the part

I feel they want of me

I And I pull the shades

so I won't see them seeing me

Having hard times

in this crazy town

I Having hard times

There's no love to be found... I

Yeah, Nash and Jake are tight.

You see that man

giving screwface to Jake?

That's your man Mason.

I Flow like a goal, let me roll

I Wanna get it down

but you never can show

I If you wanna do it

then you know we can blow

I I'm independent

but you never can show

I Let me hit 'em up,

let me stick 'em up with the gun

I Let me see how I want it,

go and get the fun

If you wanna do it,

come and get the runner

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