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going to be resolved soon anyway.

The feet, I mean.

And the diet.

Yeah, I'm thinking of becoming a Sikh.

The governor might have

something to say about that.

Matron, do you know

what I used to do with my girlfriend?

Are you being insolent, Archer?

Hold hands.

We used to hold hands.

Is that all you wish to discuss, Archer?

I have work to do.

Yes, I think so. Yes.

I keep getting

through the days somehow.

You know, Matron,

when I was last in the block,

seven days solitary down there, madam,

after much insistence, they gave me,

besides the belting, my right to a book.

- It was the Bible.

- Good, you'll come to no harm with that.

It was printed in Yugoslavian

and there didn't happen

to be an interpreter in the cell.

Well, that only goes to show, Archer,

that Christianity is universal.

Make the report, Matron.

Right, Carlin.

I run this f***ing gaff,

and you're dead

if you come any of it in here.

Leave off, will you?

I don't give a f*** who the daddy is.

I don't want no trouble.

So just piss off,

and let me get on

with my time, all right?

We'll give you time, you bastard!

Slasher.

Here, look at this.

It's had a nightmare.

There's more where

that came from, Carlin.

You just keep

your f***ing mouth closed!

You ain't no daddy here.

Carlin.

Yes, sir.

- What happened to your face, Carlin?

- I fell, sir.

Fell where?

Quiet! Speak when I tell you.

Somebody hit you, eh?

- Answer! Somebody hit you?

- No, sir.

We know about you, sonny.

Who was it?

I fell, sir. On the stairs.

Wasn't used to the concrete steps.

Me own fault.

I want none of your tricks here, laddie.

- Understand that?

- Yes, sir.

Any more of this

and you're in trouble, real trouble.

- Understand?

- Yes, sir.

Well, move yourself,

you light-fingered guttersnipe. Move!

You're on governor's report!

- 4568,Jackson, sir.

- Late, Jackson?

No. They were one surplus

in the kitchen. So they sent me to you.

Then get over there and get shoveling.

Oh, look at that!

All over my hair!

Quiet, Jackson! Or do we want

Mr. Teezy-Weezy in there with you?

I only washed it last night, sir.

Quiet, you little poof.

And keep shoveling.

- Sir?

- What is it, Angel?

- Can I go to the toilet, sir?

- No, you can't. Keep shoveling.

- But, sir, I'm bursting.

- Keep shoveling!

- Woods!

- Yes, sir?

- What are you supposed to be doing?

- What, sir?

- Oh, shoveling, sir.

- Then shovel it in the barrow! Savvy?

When we want it the other side of the

channel, we'll let you know, lad. Right?

Yes, sir.

Keep it moving.

It's not sand castles on Margate Beach.

Come on, Archer, no slacking from you,

you long streak of cabbage!

Sometimes, some days,

I somehow get the strangest notion

they're trying to break my spirit.

Yeah, well, you're asking for it,

ain't you, mate?

Get some bleeding boots on your feet.

- What do you want?

- Brought you my radio.

You can borrow it

till you get one sent in.

- No thanks. I don't need one.

- It's up to you, mate.

There's three of us

in our dorm's got one,

so we ain't gonna

miss this one, are we?

I'll leave it over here, right?

You can let us have it back later

if you don't want it.

"Anyway, your dad will decide

and find homes for them.

You'll still have Bessie

when you come home,

but we can't hang on

to the pups forever,

since we don't know

when you'll be coming home.

So, we hope this finds you

as it leaves us, Donald.

Let us know how you are getting on,

and be a good lad.

Have to dash to catch the post.

Love from Mum and Dad. "

They can't get rid of the pups,

can they, Ben?

I mean, they'll hang on till I get out,

then I can take care of them.

I'll get a job.

Then I can buy their grub for 'em.

Will you write me

a letter back tonight, Ben?

We'll see.

Read it again for now, eh, Ben?

Just the once.

- Don't you go to classes?

- Yeah.

Well, haven't they

taught you to read yet?

No. I can't understand

what they mean.

You know,

and I don't like asking.

Just read it once more, Ben.

I'll give you some sweets on payday.

Go on, Ben. Please.

- "Dear Donald... "

- Ben.

What?

You forget the address.

"3 Almeida Street,

Islington, London, N1."

All right?

"Dear Donald... "

On your feet, lad.

4738, Davis, sir.

- Whose radio is this, Davis?

- That's Eckersley's, sir.

- What's it doing in your room?

- He lent it to me, sir.

Come on, lad. Let's have the truth.

You've nicked it, haven't you?

- No, sir, honest.

- You nicked it, lad. Don't bullshit me.

Sir, you ask him.

He brought it in himself, sir.

Eckersley has reported his radio

missing, and here it is in your room.

You're on governor's report.

Nice one.

Look, just tell the governor he lent it

to you when you're weighed off.

You're going to get time in the block.

It's just a matter of how long.

So whatever you do,

don't antagonize the old bastard.

- It's not f***ing fair, though, is it?

- Are you listening to this, Archer?

- Yeah, but I don't know what it means.

- Bleeding fair!

Did you do time in the block

at Butlin's Borstal?

No, I didn't.

Well, you're gonna

get it here, mate, and so am I.

You just keep your mouth shut

and sit through it.

If you cause trouble,

they'll belt the sh*t out of you.

You don't seem like the sort of bloke to

stand a lot of their bastard handouts.

You watch Tasty Reg down there.

He's a winner.

A fully-fledged humanitarian

with a B.A. In hatred.

- Morning, Mr. White.

- Good morning, sir.

- Morning, Mr. Whittle.

- Everything looks fine.

Thank you, sir.

- Fine, Mr. White.

- Thank you, sir.

- Good morning, Reg.

- Morning, sir.

- Name and number for the governor.

- 4321, Peltier, sir.

- Everything all right, Peltier? Good.

- In.

- Name and number for the governor.

- 3936, Kovias, sir.

- Everything all right, Kovias? Good.

- In.

- Name and number for the governor.

- 4511, Chambers, sir.

- Everything all right, Chambers? Good.

- In.

- Name and number for the governor.

- 4427, Smith, sir.

- Everything all right, Smith? Good.

- In.

- Name and number for the governor.

- 4396,James, sir.

- Everything all right, James? Good.

- In.

- Morning, sir.

- Good morning.

Apart from absconding, your record at

your previous borstal was clean, Davis.

And I have taken that

into consideration.

However, I will stress that

if I deal with you leniently here,

it will certainly not be so light

should you appear before me again.

C of E, are we?

- Answer the governor!

- Pardon, sir?

Denomination... Church of England?

- Yes, sir.

- Good.

Three days in the block.

Loss of privileges for one week.

About turn. Quick march.

Out. Out!

You, in!

Feet on the mat, legs apart,

and face the governor!

- Name and number for the governor.

- 4737, Carlin, sir.

Fighting, Carlin.

Oh, yes. Yes.

Now then, Carlin,

you were transferred to me,

because you assaulted an officer

at your previous borstal.

Though heaven knows

what they expect me to do with you.

However, I will have

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