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a f***ing man. More like a f***ing fraggle.

Come on then, round two,

let's do it proper now. Come on. No?

Don't f***ing want it, do you?

'Cause you know you'll

get f***ing filled in, that's why.

I've got f***ing 19 years

of this for you, c*nt.

- SPENCER:
Young man.

- Just f***ing say the words

- and I'll come straight at you, c*nt. Hey?

- No, no.

Remember what I told you.

In my cell, conversation we had?

(WHISPERS) Boy, boy...

(SHOUTS) Shut up, Neville!

Now there is a way through this. I

know, because you are like me.

- Like you.

- Potential is what you possess, Eric.

F*** off you, little f***!

(INMATES SHOUTING)

ERIC:
Look what you

made me do now, yeah? F***ing well done.

I'm down here

for f***ing years, mate.

Make sure you f***ing come

and hit me f***ing hard, boys.

NEVILLE:
Somebody get

his f***ing inhaler.

(WHISTLES)

Boy.

- Get behind your door!

- Move!

(INMATES CLAMORING)

F***ing queer hands

off me, c*nt.

GUARD:
Step aside!

NEVILLE:
Eric, easy!

Take it easy, boy!

Don't f***ing kill him!

F***ing... F***ing...

F***ing milk-fed c*nts.

ERIC:
F***ing back

to your lube now, you f***ing queer.

Least I've had a shag.

F***ing virgin.

Saw a p*ssy, wouldn't know whether to

f*** it or slide it a saucer of milk.

F*** off,

you f***ing bender! (GROWLS)

ERIC:
At least I'll be

out of here one day

f***ing ironing out

one clitoris after the other, c*nt.

NEVILLE:
Don't care, mate.

I like a nice tight hairy little a**hole.

Give yourself 10 years, boy,

I think you'll feel the same.

ERIC:
You dick-sucking c*nt!

I only f***ing aimed

to kick off her back door

and pronged the other hole

by mistake... Ah.

Else you wouldn't even

f***ing be here!

All right!

F***'s sake.

OFFICER:
Legs!

(ERIC MUTTERS)

Oh, f***.

Oh, f***.

Go to f***ing...

(GROWLS)

GUARD:
Clear!

F***ing had presents

wrapped tighter than this!

F***ing civil servant c*nts!

Take your f***ing pips off,

let's f***ing have it!

(SLAMS)

Come on you...

-(GROWLS)

-(SLAMS)

-(GROANS)

-(LOCK CUFFS)

NEVILLE:
F***ing

have the lot of you.

Come on, take your

f***ing pips off!

Let's f***ing have you!

(ERIC BREATH ES HEAVILY)

NEVILLE:
The whole

f***ing gang of you!

F***ing men?

My old f***ing grandma

could have f***ing had any of you,

on her 60th f***ing day!

Let's f***ing go at it,

you c*nt!

(SLAMS)

One on one!

Come on, you f***ing c*nts!

You f***ing suck the cock of c*nt,

you f***ing a**holes!

Go.

Oh, f***ing shower, is it?

You f***ing women!

Hey, what do you f***ing need?

Clean my a**hole

while you're at it, you f***ing nancy boy!

(WATER DRIPPING)

Boy!

Boy!

If you've f***ing touched him!

If you've touched him!

Come on boy, answer me.

Don't f***ing leave me

hanging like this.

Just stop all the f***ing around

and answer me!

I need to hear your f***ing voice.

(CALLS) Boy!

Don't f***ing mug me off!

Boy!

You touch him,

you f***ing touch him!

Oh, f*** off.

What they do to you?

ERIC:
F*** all.

Bottled it, didn't they.

What, they didn't do nothing?

No, f*** all.

P*ssy holes.

Junior?

(INHALES)

(BEEPING)

I'm gonna f***ing top myself.

L.-

I'm gonna f***ing do it,

I swear to God.

I'm gonna smash my f***ing head

over on that f***ing sink.

Get me f***ing Selfy.

Get me him, he's the

only one who knows

how to f***ing deal

with me when I'm like this.

(CRYING)

I'm gonna do it, I swear.

Please, please.

Please do it.

OFFICER:
Who else fancies a pint?

I'd be up for that.

OFFICER:
Cheers, lads.

- You have a good night, yeah.

- Yeah, home free.

All right, take it easy.

Here.

Open the door.

No, I can't Nev.

Why not?

'Cause Haynes is on Center.

Oh, f*** that.

Come on, Selfy, open the door.

I just, I just want

to f***ing get these off. I can't stand it.

It's doing my f***ing head in.

-(KEYS JANGLING)

- All right.

(UNLOCKS)

(SIGHS)

- You're soaking wet.

- (EXHALES)

Why do you think?

They gave me a f***ing bath, didn't they?

- You all right though, yeah?

- Yeah, mate, it's f***ing mad.

They f***ing give me the hose.

You know, f***ing wouldn't stop...

Sorry, mate.

(KEYS JANGLING)

(DOOR SLAMS)

- Where's Self?

- Don't know.

Face the wall.

Back on the wing.

Hey, you gave me

the opportunity. Fair play.

But... I'm...

I'm not wired up right

in the, um,

the father role, you know,

I can see that now.

But I do need to know he's safe.

I need to know that, Dennis.

Because there's one thing

I will not allow,

under any circumstances,

and that is for anyone...

(SIGHS)

To f***ing top my kid.

Okay?

You know I could never

harm your flesh and blood, Neville.

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

The whole point

is safeguarding him.

Get you on your toes

to teach him how,

because it's not always possible

for you to be there

- to protect him from himself.

- Yeah.

You little f***ing c*nt.

Ah... F***.

I don't normally

say this, but...

You're like family to me.

I care about you, Neville.

You're like you're me own.

(SPRAYS)

(SLASHES)

(GRUNTS)

You f***.

(STRUGGLES)

(STRAINS) F***ing...

(MOANS)

Haynes wanted it.

Not me. I had to go along.

Get down there quick.

You can save him.

(GRUNTS)

It's all right, Dennis,

you won't feel a thing.

SPENCER:
Argh!

(CHOKES)

HAYNES:
Okay, go.

(CHOKES)

(CHOKES)

(SCREAMS)

Hold him, hold him!

(SCREAMS) Argh!

No! F***ing...

- Cut him down, cut him down!

- HAYNES:
All right, all right.

Sierra Foxtrot

from Kilo One, over.

MAN ON WALKIE TALKIE:

Kilo One, send.

Attempted suicide

in CSU, over.

(WHISPERS)

Come on then, boy.

Eric. Eric stay, please.

(COUGHS)

(CRYING)

Oh, sh*t.

(SOBBING)

It's all right, it's all right.

(SNIFFLES)

You're all right,

you're all right.

Daddy's here, I'm here.

I'm here, I'm here.

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

Okay.

(ERIC SIGHS)

(SNIFFS)

HASSAN:
Eric.

- Blood!

- TYRONE:
Eric.

(GROANS IN PAIN)

-(SIGHS)

- HASSAN:
Eric.

HASSAN:
Hey,

f***ing answer me, blood.

TYRONE:
Else it's you, bruv.

We're coming for you.

F*** off, you bunch of tarts.

Hey, you f*** off.

TYRONE:
You all right, bruv?

- Yeah, sweet.

- PRISON OFFICER: D Wing coming in!

HASSAN:
Hey,

hold it down, yeah, bruvva.

All right, cool.

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

OFFICER:
Half hour outside.

Come on, do you good.

Dad!

(SIGHS)

Proud to be your dad.

(VAN DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

(SNIFFS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

- Thanks, guv.

- Welcome, son.

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