Starred Up Page #4

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Yo, slow down, old man.

You white c*nts,

you ain't all that compared to us.

- How?

- TYRONE:
The chicks.

We got the bigger knobs.

(LAUGHS)

Yeah, you lot don't go down on birds

though, do you? What f***ing good's that?

I make you wrong there, bruvva.

Against the religion, acki.

No, no, no.

Listen, back door, I ain't troubling that.

Oral pleasure, permissible.

Bruv, you ain't sucking p*ssy.

You ain't f***ing.

That right, OI?

Yeah, if I had a p*ssy to suck.

And if that p*ssy

was attached to a woman

(LAUGHS)

with whom I had a loving

and trusting relationship,

I would consider myself

very fortunate.

Ty, you missing out, blood.

I'm telling you,

it's a part of life.

Maybe push the boat,

when I land, ain't it?

(LAUGHS)

I ain't saying for definite.

I ain't saying either way.

How long you got?

13 years.

(ERIC INHALES)

F***ing no rush then.

Plenty of time to think.

(CLEARS THROAT) Still, you'll be getting

balls deep before me son, so...

Full report, please.

(INMATES CHATTERING)

(BANGING)

Yo.

TYRONE:
Jab.

In the bottom.

Double jab.

TYRONE:
Two, up two. Up two.

(WEIGHTS RATTLE)

(COUGHS)

Hey, you don't expect me

to lift that, do you?

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

Nice.

Yo, f*** them, man.

I'll hold your ankles for you, let's go.

- Let's go, man.

- Nah, it's all right. F*** it. Sweet.

Allow him, Hass,

he wants to train like a bacon.

Said you want to train like a bacon,

a f***ing nonce.

It's up to you.

Big right.

TYRONE:
Four.

Left, right, uppercut,

straight right.

- Double jab.

-(INHALES SHARPLY)

Cover that chin.

Two.

Four.

Hook, hook.

Drop your right

and I'll tag you.

Body, body.

Uppercut, uppercut.

What, you think

you're Ali, bruv?

Calm yourself down.

Four.

Double jab.

Arms up.

Ain't gonna tell you again.

Jab hook, big right.

(YELLS) Ahhh!

Oi!

You f***ing

seriously having that?

Four.

Two. Six.

Six!

Six!

Ten!

Uppercut.

Time. Who's next?

(COUGHS)

(GROANS)

(CHOKES)

C*nt.

(SCREAMS)

F***er.

F***ing c*nt.

(SCREAMS)

(CHOKES)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Who f***ing sent you?

Who f***ing sent you?

(COUGHS)

JAGO'S MUM ON PHONE:

You have to stop eating.

JAGO:
I eat because

I'm depressed, right.

JAGO'S MUM:

You're depressed, what about me, huh?

What do you think

it's like for me?

JAGO:
Mum, I'm the one

in f***ing prison.

Sorry, Mum.

Mum, look I don't want

to f***ing argue about it.

(EXHALES) Mum, listen...

Look, I just want to

ask how you are...

F***!

(GROANS)

-(SLASHES)

- Ahhh!

-(SLASHES)

-(GROANS)

F***ing p*ssy hole.

F***ing want someone

doing, Jago, do them your f***ing self.

- I ain't got that kind of clout. Please.

- Who was it then, Jago?

- Who's the f***ing man?

- Please, please, please.

Was it that f***ing old c*nt

at the top of the stairs

with the f***ing hair, him?

I don't know what the f***

you're talking about...

Lose your f***ing

lip then, Jago c*nt.

(WHISPERS)

It's him, chill, chill.

That's him, yeah? Yeah?

(BREATHES NERVOUSLY)

(PANTS)

Oh! F***ing get the...

Get the f*** down.

You...

F*** me, you an' all?

Oi, I f***ed him up, you know.

- I cut him f***ing good, mate.

- Who?

That f***ing fat black bastard in the

f***ing canteen, you f***ing know who.

- You cut him?

- ERIC:
Yeah.

You f***ing stuck him

on me, mate.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- NEVILLE:
Drop it. Drop it!

- Huh?

Drop it!

Jags.

Jags, up here now.

Well, let go of him then.

Behave.

Get up, get up, go on.

- Yeah, there he is your f***ing...

- Stay there!

You saying I put you on him?

Is that how it is?

Using my name?

He's not some punk.

He's Eric Love, Neville's own.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Transfer or your life.

Either way, you won't

be here tomorrow.

You're getting

blood on my floor. Now f*** off.

All right.

Leave us, please.

Don't agitate me.

(WHISPERS) Dennis.

He'll be fine.

Neville.

Sit down then.

Am I right about you, Eric?

(SIGHS)

Starred up means

you're a leader.

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

Why you attack people

for the principle, instead of losing pride.

And no leaders,

where would we be?

Back to the f***ing

Stone Age, that's where.

Scratching our recta

without no toilet paper.

C*nts.

So...

Issues, Eric.

Bring 'em here

and we can resolve any matters arising.

Know you can

take care of yourself,

but it sometimes

helps to have friends with influence.

Something you will learn.

You with me?

And no more silliness,

I want a nice quiet wing.

You can go.

You remind me of myself,

when I was your age.

(SIGHS) All right.

What's going on?

I'm sorry?

You have to help him, you know.

You have to teach him the answers,

the things he's supposed to say,

you know, like the

"Think Right" program.

You know, help him get out.

You know, like the, f***ing,

"What would you do

if you were in a bar

"and a fella comes up

and starts talking to your bird?

"What you gonna do?

Oh, I'm gonna tell him politely

"that I'm with her, you know, rather than

glass the c*nt." You know what I mean?

- Exactly. That bollocks.

- Okay.

That's not what

my group is about.

Your son and I

are on a journey together and we will...

No, he needs to behave.

Okay, he's suffered

enormous emotional trauma and abuse.

- Oh, I never touched him.

- Well, you weren't there.

I didn't... Okay,

that's enough, all right.

F***ing finish.

'Cause in case you haven't

f***ing fully appreciated,

I am his f***ing parent

and I am f***ing here now.

You think you can f***ing

fix him up, huh?

What, you got a f***ing couple of f***ing

nice little letters after your name.

Well I've got f***ing numbers.

So's he.

Do you have a family?

Have you got family?

You got someone

you go home to at night?

No?

Or would you rather

be doing f***ing bang up?

Closed in with

all the rest of us?

You sick f***ing

no-life, saddo c*nt.

(SIGHS)

Maybe you don't feel comfortable accepting

help from other people?

Hmm?

I know I don't.

Makes me wonder what's in it for them.

DES:
Laying yourself open.

Vulnerable, ain't it?

- So why you do it then?

- TYRONE:
What?

Lend me the f***ing

shampoo, you mug.

'Cause you had some

f***ing sh*t in your hair.

I said you had some

f***ing sh*t in your hair

so I give you some

f***ing shampoo.

Ain't put my hands on you,

ain't disrespected your mum.

And, right about now,

the more I f***ing flow,

and flow, and flow,

and f***ing flow,

the more I know you

ain't gonna do f*** all.

P*ssy.

-(ERIC SNIFFS)

- Stay with it.

Stay With it, that's it.

- I feel like a c*nt.

- OLIVER:
Good.

- Good?

- Yes, good.

I feel like a c*nt every day.

Stay with it,

breathe with it.

Breathe with it.

(ERIC SIGHS)

-(SNIFFS)

- Done well.

HASSAN:
Yeah,

it was good.

RYAN:
Straight.

Yeah, it was all right.

HASSAN:
He's smiling,

look at him, he's smiling, he's smiling.

RYAN:
(LAUGHS)

He knows he's done well, go on.

Yeah...

RYAN:
Anger management,

control. (LAUGHS)

Everything all right?

Fine.

(SNIFFS)

Sweet.

Who's that then?

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