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- Come on.

F***ing ungrateful c*nts.

I pay your f***ing

mortgages and all, you know.

Get out.

Well, it doesn't appear

Mr. Love is too ready

for therapeutic

intervention, does it?

No, no, no, no, no.

I think we should go with

your initial instinct, Christine

and give Eric Love the one chance

that Oliver thinks he needs.

But as you say,

any non-compliance

and he's off the group

and back down here.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Erm, Mr. Love.

Never talk to me again.

It's one phone call,

clean head shot outside the gate.

All right?

F***ing do one!

He went in yesterday, bruv.

No, he didn't.

Do you think we don't check?

And don't call me bruv.

Look, I swear to you, Nev.

Get your people now.

Yeah, but I ain't

got no tech, bruv.

(SIGHS)

(BEEPING FROM PHONE)

- Hello.

- WOMAN:
(OVER PHONE) What's up, T?

Yeah, yeah I'm all right, babe.

But listen, where's the f***ing gwap?

- WOMAN:
I put it in.

- Don't f***ing lie to me, babe,

- because I'm in a spot here...

- I put it in yest...

All right,

miss one again, hurt you.

Hey, Jinsy,

how you doing? You well?

Hello, Selfy.

You done something

to your hair? It's nice.

What you done,

you had a haircut?

Just a bit of gel, mate, yeah.

Oh, it's nice.

It's nice.

(EXHALING)

Next.

- All right?

- Yeah. Done it.

Good.

F***ing monkey.

(GROANING)

Your youngster, what I've heard.

No offense to family

but the kid's

causing unnecessary

to the good order

and discipline of this jail.

And lock downs,

as you well know, cost me money.

Slap?

Stop being a psychopath

for a second, please.

No. You exercise

the gray matter, Neville.

You mentor him.

You stick him on a path

and you dedicate yourself

for a period of time.

Save me a lot of aggravation.

Least of all,

having to murder the c*nt

if sanity do not prevail.

Get Selfy take you down there.

Oi, Jim!

F***ing hell.

Yeah, see you later.

(LOCKS CLICKING)

I'm gonna tell

you something, all right?

This here is not no

young offenders turn out, all right?

They will f***ing dangle you,

the kangas.

They'll make it

look like suicide.

Right?

Now, me, I can never leave.

Top someone in jail,

they do not like it.

But you, just do what

they want you to do.

Play their f***ing game

and then bounce.

I ain't going to no f***ing...

Yes, you f***ing are, c*nt!

Don't you ever f***ing

answer back to me again.

You will do what

you're f***ing told.

You'll do what

the man was offering

and you will f***ing behave.

Yeah.

Tomorrow you'll be

back up on the wing.

Selfy will take care of it.

Come to see you, you know?

Start of your sentence,

the one you're doing now.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Five years old I was

sat on your knee,

listen to you and mum

slag each other off.

Eat your food.

(INDISTINCT TALK OVER RADIO)

(LOCKS CLICKING)

SELF:
Come on, Love. Let me get you out

of this shithole and back to your wing, eh.

Go on.

Oh.

Go up the stairs.

(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Flame.

Double bubble.

JAGO:
All of you better stop

whatever the f*** you're doing!

Who's been in my f***ing cell?

Oi, answer me!

Who's been in my f***ing cell?

I will f*** you up.

Who's been in my f***ing cell? Oi!

Who was in my f***ing cell?

Answer me, now!

Who the f*** was in my cell?

(LAUGHING)

Ah.

Start free flow.

(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Thanks, guv.

All right, it's time for class.

- Dunk him.

- Yeah.

Hard.

It don't come back to me.

No. No.

All right, tip-top.

Spoke to him, he knows

he's to mind himself.

Don't mug me off.

Listen to what the teacher

has to say, all right?

All right.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Welcome.

What's going on?

Was here when

you done your thing, man.

Burstow.

Love.

DES:
Yeah, we know that.

Eh, this guy... (LAUGHS)

He clamped down

on that f***ing kanga.

Yo, where you located?

D1.

D2 above you, ain't we?

Should've gnawed 'em off.

Nah, blood.

Kid's regulating the play.

They ain't been

trained for that sh*t.

Hey, kangas dish

you out any damage?

Nah.

Just so you know,

it's no smoking in the group.

We'll have a break,

you can smoke by the window.

But we're all ready

to start now.

So if you just put it out,

we can begin.

As you been told

by the gentleman.

- You making a monkey out of me?

- Can you leave, please?

- Beg your pardon?

- You can't just walk in like that.

You'll get your

snout back after.

Problem is you got

to come down on him full throttle,

else it won't register. Right?

Now listen what

the gentleman has to say.

All right, off you go then.

You stay here.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Who was that?

HASSAN:
Neville Love.

Love. As in...

DES:
Yeah.

Jesus Christ!

RYAN:
He's only trying

to help, ain't he?

(SIGHS)

HASSAN:
Nah, it's mad, blood.

Come in here, try tell a man what

to do in front of everyone.

Listen to me you,

you f***ing cunty bollocks.

Forde!

Listen, you keep f***ing

looking at me like I'm some sort of c*nt,

OLIVER:
Mr. Love had

his initial assessment.

- He's done extremely well.

- I'll f***ing pen you.

I would be grateful

if you could escort him back to the wing.

He f***ing threatened me.

Can I have my pen back,

please, Mr. Love?

- Thank you.

- Where are you, fella?

D1.

All right, come on, let's go.

Thanks very much.

(SIGHS)

You two are on his wing, right?

Would you do me a favor

and just keep a little eye on him?

I mean, he's only a kid.

Where were we?

(CLEARS THROAT)

OFFICER:
D-Wing

association, unlock!

(LOCKS CLICKING)

Oh, sorry, love.

Ten.

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, 10.

- What you stopping for?

- Yo.

Huh?

(GROANS)

What do you reckon?

Do your thing, man.

F***ing sh*t!

(GRUNTS)

C*nt. F***er!

F*** off.

(SHOUTING)

HASSAN:
You pussyhole.

- Yo, yo, come here, come here, come here.

- No, no.

- F***ing a**hole.

- Listen, listen.

You can f*** people up, yeah.

F***ing defend yourself.

But it don't make no sense

catching another f***ing

case now, does it?

Now relax.

F***.

(PANTING)

What?

Think you got some do-do

in your hair, bruv.

Ah.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hey, how come you helped?

- Said to look out for you, on the wing.

- Who?

OI.

OI?

He's half a kanga.

What, you boys back him do you?

HASSAN:
Yeah,

Ol's different, man. He works alone.

Don't never press the alarm.

Puts his body on the line.

And he don't get paid.

How many kangas

you know like that?

Yo, blood.

Make sure you come

back to it, yeah.

It's beneficial.

You should have seen me before.

Yeah, I'll, er, think about it.

Later.

OFFICER:
Bang up, D-Wing!

You going up and down

the landing for?

Hmm? What's that about?

You need anything,

you come see me.

No, no, it weren't like that.

What the f*** was it like, then?

Huh?

Well, you told me to go

in the f***ing group, didn't you?

Yeah, I told you to go

in the f***ing group.

F***ing learn, boy.

To slow down and get out,

but not to fraternize.

What?

You know what I mean.

I think you f***ing do.

Huh?

You didn't give him

a clump, did you?

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