Screwed Page #5

It's because I don't have to.

(SCREAMS)

What the f*** were you thinking, bluol?

What the f*** were you thinking?

And what you think was

going to happen in here?

You don't run nothing in here, bludl

You don't run nothing! We run things!

-We run...

-(SCREAMS)

You don't run nothing! I run things!

I f***ing run things, blud.

You know why people walk in here,

you know what they talk?

You know why people

f***ing breath in here?

You know why people f***ing

breath in here in here, blud?

It's because I allow them.

Truman, we gotta go, right now.

Come on, come on.

I'll tell ya what I'll do.

I'll have a word with my old

army careers officer for ya, all right?

Sweet, guv

(lNAuDIBLE)

Clean?

(ALARM BLARING)

(sHUsHING) F***.

(CLATTERWG)

Oh, f***!

F*** it!

(GROANS)

F***, ah!

(CLANGING)

-F***!

-What are you doing?

F***ing tired!

(SIGHS) I think you've had enough,

don't you?

And why don't you answer

your f***ing phone?

Or is that a bit too much

like communicating?

I can't get the...

What's happened to you?

I cooked us dinner.

I thought we might have an early night.

I don't know why I bother,

the state you come home in.

Wouldn't make any difference.

No.

No.

No.

No.

(MOANS)

(MOANING)

(scREAlvllNG)

(GRuNTING)

(SIGHS)

KEENAN:
Come in, Mr Norwood.

As you are aware, allegations have

been made against Mr Casper.

Mr Casper has been suspended

from duty, as I'm sure you know.

There is also a full police

investigation being carried out.

Actual bodily harm is not

something I will ignore.

Hang on, the only actual

bodily harm I saw

was 25 stone of liberty-taking con

punching an eight stone girl,

trying to do her job.

That's not how Mr Huntingdon saw it.

Huntingdon. (SCOFFS)

That useless, bottling f***ing prick!

He didn't even get there

until it was all over.

You have a career, Sam.

Certain members of staff

have no place in the job.

And I'll do whatever it takes

to have them removed.

(SIGHS)

Those who work with me, so to speak,

can have a long

and prosperous time here.

Like Huntingdon.

Just like Huntingdon, yeah!

Here is De Souza's allegation.

It's been corroborated by Mr Huntingdon.

(scoFFs)

This is utter bollocks,

you can't actually believe that.

He spat at Eddie, and

Eddiejust pushed him away.

He punched a female prison

officer in the f***ing face!

Eddie deserves a medal for not

f***ing filling him in.

Why do you think the cons

took care of him?

Now look, you've got a very clear and

simple choice before you, Mr Norwood.

Confirm these allegations.

Or I will have no alternative

but to assume

you were complicit

in the events that took place.

You're suspending me as well?

Oh, no, you can continue doing your job.

However, you will be under both,

internal and police investigation.

This is f***ing sh*t!

I'm going to talk to my union rep.

I don't know if that's a good idea.

I mean, you'll need Rumpole

to accompany you to the police station

as you make your statement.

You what?

You should think very carefully, Sam.

Abuse of power,

or covering it up, is very serious.

You won't just lose your job, son.

You could find yourself on the wrong

side of the prison door.

Not very smart for an ex-screw.

Think of your family

and do what's right.

(PHONE RINGING)

MAN:
Yeah, he's not here.

Yeah?

Keenan wanted Eddie out.

Eddie wouldn't play the game.

He did the job

how it's supposed to be done.

You don't exactly play

by the rules, do you?

No, but I understand the rules.

I know when to doff my cap too,

and when to button it.

It's not...

Look, it's like I said that first day,

this job ain't for everyone,

it's a f***ing paradox.

The hard bit isn't dealing with

the scroats, it's covering your arse.

-But Keenan didn't even listen to me...

-Oh, f*** Keenan!

Sometimes you get a good governor.

He ain't one of them.

Mr Norwood.

I'm Detective Inspector Gordon.

This is D.S. Dunn.

Follow me, please.

-What the f***'s all this?

-Sam Norwood,

I'm arresting you on suspicion of

causing actually bodily harm.

-You do not have to say anything.

-What?

Anything you do or say may be

used as evidence in the court of law.

Can I have your laces and

your belt please?

What's going on? What's going on here?

What's it all about?

He's being arrested,

so he goes in a cell!

No f***ing chance!

-Don't be stupid.

-Don't you f***ing touch me!

(SHOUTING)

Get him in that f***ing cell!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Leave it to me!

I'll take care of it!

RUMPOLE:
I want to see your governor!

And I want to f***ing see him now!

Listen, he came down

here to be arrested.

So he's been arrested, all right?

You're making a big

f***ing mistake here.

-Shut up!

-You've made a big mistake!

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

-Oh, should I?

-You should come with me.

You're such a ladies' boy.

Oh, dear, you're so...

You should bring your friend.

She's taken!

More wine, guys? There you go!

-WOMAN:
Thank you!

-Oh, yeah, I'm a red man myself.

-You look like one.

-(WONIAN LAUGHS)

Well, Malcolm was just saying he

just came back from the Grand Prix.

DANIELLE:
Whereabouts?

WOMAN:
For the ladies.

-Oh, for the ladies!

-For the ladies.

(LAuGHING)

(lvluslc PLAYING)

Are you just going to sit there,

or are you going to help me.

Oi, oi, oi! Turn it back on.

I can't do this any more, Sam.

This job's destroying you.

Turn the f***ing telly back on!

Is it the job destroying you?

Or is it that f***ing sh*t

you keep shoving up your nose?

You make me sick!

Your son's birthday party!

In front of all our guests!

All our family, our friends!

Like, like that f***ing c*nt,

who I've never met before, that friend?

Who you spent the whole afternoon,

chatting up.

You mean Malcolm?

Don't be so ridiculous!

Oh, Malcolm!

So I do mean Malcolm, yeah!

Ah, f*** off!

What's Malcolm do, eh?

What, is he a lawyer,

an accountant, is it?

-C*nt!

-He works in the City!

Yeah, works in the f***ing City,

does he?

Yeah!

I wonder how Malcolm would be

if he had some f***ing nonce

whispering in his ear.

Explaining exactly what it is

he likes doing little kids.

You think he gets a lot of that,

down the City.

Do you think Malcolm has to

watch a lot of mad c*nts,

cut chunks of flesh out

of their own body?

Get a lot of that, does he?

No, wait, how about if he had some

junkie, who's smacked out of his head,

who's trying to bite a f***ing

chunk out of Malcolm's throat?

And on top of that

he's got some spineless

governor slap him under investigation.

Do you think Malcolm would

like a nice f***ing day at my office?

D:

0 Ya?

Babe, what are you

under investigation for?

For f***'s sake!

Sam, I've always been here.

You just never...

Don't f***ing touch me!

You don't want to talk to me any more?

'Cause we got f*** all to talk about.

(SIGHS)

Yeah, you're right!

We have got f*** all to talk about.

We've had f*** all to talk

about, for ages now, haven't we?

Where have you gone?

(SIGHS) Just go.

Yeah, I think I will.

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