We Are Monster Page #4

no one messes with me.

ROBERT:
That's it, Trav,

go on!

(TRAVIS LAUGHS)

TRAVIS:
I f***in' love someone

to try it in here,

I'd f***in' cut 'em

with a razor.

F***in' stomp on their heads so

hard their f***in' eyes pop out.

ROBERT:
Go on, Trav,

f***in' tell 'em!

TRAVIS:
F***in', yeah! What're you

gonna do lad, eh? What're you gonna do?

F***in, come on! Aargh!

(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

F***in' have it!

ROBERT:
I'll pop their eyes out too,

but I'll use a blunt f***in' razor.

So, you'd have to f***in'

saw and saw and saw.

And after,

if a Paki squares up to me,

I'll tell him his arms are

too short to box with God.

TRAVIS:
(LAUGHING)

Yeah, that's it lad.

F***in' go on! Pakis, beware!

You wanna burn that n*gger c*nt?

Or you wanna cut him?

Get you a blunt blade.

So you have to f***in' saw

his f***in' neck.

- (DOOR OPENS)

- Yeah, you f***!

- Nice.

- (DOOR CLOSES)

I miss Trav.

F***in' Trav.

We were like family.

It were great

when we was neighbors.

That's what I want.

I know.

But that time's passed.

We f***ed 'em though, didn't we?

Did a lot of damage.

Remember them cells

at Hindley, don't ya?

Yeah. 'Course I do.

I can see it like

it were yesterday.

ROBERT:
Trav? You got

something? Tell me.

TRAVIS:
I tell you what we f***in' do, lad.

I'll tell ya.

ROBERT:
What? What? Tell me.

(TRAVIS GRUNTING ANGRILY)

What do you get when

you put two f***in' hoods

in adjoining cells, lad, eh?

ROBERT:
I don't know, Trav.

What do you get?

TRAVIS:
F***in' chaos.

The jokers who run these joints

ain't got a clue, have they?

Over and over, us and Trav

put in the same joint.

Time and again we shared cells

where we was neighbors.

F***in' morons deserved

the chaos we caused.

ROBERT:
Ahh! F***in', yeah!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

ROBERT:
F***in', come on!

F***, yeah, have some of that!

F***in' have it!

F***in'!

(BOTH PANTING)

TRAVIS:
What're you doin', lad, eh?

(PANTING)

You gone to sleep?

You gotta f***in' man up, man, 'cause you

wanna cause the kinda damage I cause!

ROBERT:
No, mate.

Why don't we really show

'em what we can do, eh?

TRAVIS:
What've you got

for me, lad, eh?

ROBERT:
I'm gonna give 'em

more than your f***ing chaos.

I'm gonna give 'em

a blazin' f***in' holocaust!

I'm making myself a fire.

F***in' great, weren't it?

Muppets had zero supervision.

I don't even think they knew

us and Trav were mates.

We're gonna do better though.

Don't worry.

Trust me.

Because we're more dangerous

than Trav.

You remember Averill, don't you?

We made Trav do it.

We got him to bleed the c*nt!

Now, that is power!

'Cause it was always us.

We let him think

he was in control.

And we're gonna do it again.

We're gonna bleed someone.

F***in' white p*ssy's

got issues, man.

GUARD:
Oi! Knock it off!

- Derrick!

- DERRICK:
What?

Pack it in.

Next time. F***in' white boy!

(KEYS JINGLING)

(UNLOCKING)

But that's just it,

they don't know everythin' about us.

They crush us and vilify us,

but our probation officer

was the one

who didn't think

we were worth monitorin'.

I were different with him,

though.

We're different on the outside.

Being banged up does

crazy things to your mind.

Or you sayin' we was

bein' manipulative?

You can't manipulate

a probation officer, can ya?

(CHUCKLES)

They crucify us and then don't have

any way of rehabilitatin' you.

F*** that.

I'll be the one doin'

the rehabilitatin' from here on in.

You're spot on, mate.

I know I am.

Mubarek's requested

he be moved from cell 38.

Why is that then, Zahid?

Stewart, sir. It's just

getting too much now.

He freaks me out, can't take it.

The other day, I woke up,

and he's just sitting there lookin' at me,

just starin'.

It's not the first time either.

Just not right,

something's just nasty about him.

Has he threatened you

in any way?

No. It's just the way

he looks.

- It's like...

- Has he behaved aggressively towards you?

No, not physically...

Physically assaulted you and

he hasn't threatened you?

No.

So what,

he just looks at you funny?

Has he even spoken

to you at all?

No, that's what I'm trying to say,

we haven't even had a proper conversation.

He's just weird.

The other day I could've sworn I

heard him talking to the wall,

I didn't catch him

at it, though, but...

And you suspect something

similar as well?

I've walked in on him

facing the wall

like he's been staring at it

for God knows how long.

I'm not sure if I've seen him

actually talking to walls,

but he is definitely weird,

yeah.

ZAHID:
He scares me, guv.

I don't like it,

it's just weird.

To be honest, I don't think he even

wants to be in the same cell as me.

So he's a weirdo who maybe

talks to walls or to himself.

Hmm.

Look, If he's done nothing threatening,

I can't move you.

Besides I've got nowhere else

to put you.

Look, you're out in

a few days, Zahid,

so keep your head down

and ignore him.

How am I supposed to ignore him though,

guv, the cell's so small...

Go on now, on your way, son.

We're almost

at the breaking point,

I've got to deal with

a whining Paki.

ROBERT:
That was

a f***in' wicked film.

Hando is a f***in' Nazi God.

Romper f***ing Stomper.

(URINATING)

ALTER EGO:

We gotta spread the word.

That's what we're gonna be.

We need to tell everyone.

We gotta tell Trav about it,

he needs to watch that.

Write him a letter.

Tell him Romper Stomper is a fat film.

Tell him we are gonna

be like Hando.

Them n*ggers.

Kill 'em all.

Like 'em blokes who had

killed Stephen Lawrence...

I wish they was in here now.

I would shut those n*ggers up.

I'm fed up with talk.

What are we gonna do about it?

You're gonna be a hero.

We're gonna be heroes.

One f***ing n*gger at a time.

I want back to Hindley.

See Trav.

If you want back to Hindley then

I'll get you back to Hindley.

But we don't need Trav.

Look at that letter

you wrote him,

telling him what we're

gonna be when we're out.

Trav's gonna be so jealous.

We don't need no one.

We're like the f***in'

KKK of Feltham.

Wait... (SNIFFING)

Someone's comin'.

Free man tomorrow...

Free man.

I can't believe it, man,

I owe my parents big time though, man.

That's why I gotta keep my head down

and sort things out, man. Trust me.

(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

INMATE:
Reckon you'll be

joining up the army then?

You know what?

I might try, man.

I enjoyed all that stuff with the

Prince's Trust, do you remember that?

Yeah.

Would you?

Nah man, Not for me.

(LAUGHS) Not for you?

No.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Make sure you hit me up.

- I will, man.

- When I'm out, yeah?

- I will, I will, I will.

- Make sure you do.

Left you this magazine,

if you want.

- No?

- (DOOR OPENS)

- Whatever.

- (DOOR CLOSES)

F***!

(EXHALES)

It ain't right, is it?

They ain't gonna give us bail

and he gets out tomorrow!

Don't seem fair, does it, lad?

Paki walks free and we

can't even make bail.

I never thought I'd see the day

that a Paki gets treated

better than a white man.

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