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I feel lonely, sir.

Frightened, sir.

I daren't close my eyes.

Nightmares.

I feel bad, depressed.

I don't know what to do.

Cut that out, Davis,

or I'll give you something to cry about,

you mardy-assed little toerag.

You touch that bell again

for no f***ing reason,

I'll have you down the block

before your feet touch the ground.

Now get your subnormal head down.

Move!

Wakey, wakey!

It's 6:
30.

Come on. Get up.

Rise and shine.

Let's have you.

Wakey, wakey.

Come on. Move yourselves.

Come on. Out you get.

Come on, you lot.

Come on, you lot.

Let's have you.

Come on. Move!

Up to attention!

Davis, you lazy twat. Out!

Right, Davis.

Governor's report.

Right, Mr. Duke, bang them up.

Put them in their rooms.

Move yourselves!

That includes you, Archer!

Come on.

Move yourselves! Move!

And you, Carlin.

Move!

Eat!

Eat, or it goes in the bins.

Eat!

Carlin, eat!

Dead. Dead. Dead.

Dead. Dead.

Eat, Carlin!

C*nts!

F***ing bastards!

Dead!

Dead! Dead! Dead!

Come on, Archer.

First, the damage must be paid for.

Loss of earnings for all

until every damaged article is paid for.

And to encourage you to work hard

and make good this willful debt

with all expediency,

there are no privileges.

None. You have to earn them.

Now, with regard to our absent friend,

I would remind you all

that sad and unfortunate

accidents occur

in institutions like this

just as they do outside.

We are all accident-prone.

Even here.

It is most regrettable,

but I will tolerate no further outbursts

like the one recently witnessed.

I will not tolerate it.

There will now be

one minute's silent prayer

for our departed friend.

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