We Are Monster Page #5

A son of this land.

Let's give 'em something

to think about.

We'll write 'em another letter.

A warning letter.

We'll let 'em

have this one straight off.

Let 'em know what'll happen

if we don't make bail.

I'll give them guards

something to sh*t 'em up.

And then I wanna see the weapon.

Those n*ggers are gonna

get a fright.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Right, come on then,

Paki's out the way, let's have a look.

Ooh.

It's looking grand,

ain't it, mate?

Grand.

(EXHALES)

Those n*ggers won't know

what's hit 'em.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(KEYS JINGLING)

(DOOR OPENS)

I can hear him comin'.

(DOOR CLOSES)

He might find it.

I'll have to batter him.

ALTER EGO:

He ain't gonna find it.

At least, he better not find it.

If he does, you'll be on your own,

I can't help ya.

Now, pop it underneath

the mattress, between the bars

at the end of the bed

like I told ya.

He'll only check under mattress,

like, if he even checks.

Besides, he's a lazy

Paki guard, this one.

Just like our pad mate.

Thought he was out to get us,

but he ain't paid enough to give a sh*t.

Like all of 'em.

F***in' useless.

Paid too little

and work too long.

Still, serves him right for

bein' a Paki though, eh?

(DOOR CLOSES)

(KEYS JINGLING)

Cell inspection.

See! No problem.

Easy f***in' peasy.

No, I promised I'm gonna keep my

head down this time. Honestly. Yeah.

Sorry, I let you down, yeah.

ALTER EGO:
If we don't get bail,

we'll take extreme measures.

We'll get shipped out.

We'll kill our f***in'

pad mate if we have to.

How's Mum?

(FOOTSTEPS)

We'll bleach our sheets and

pillow case white and make a...

"Ku Klux Klan crucifix."

So?

It's all talk, Andrew.

Like I said, just a bit of harmless banter.

Shouldn't be so sensitive about

every sentence and paragraph.

We're hardly the center of cultural f***in'

relations, are we?

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Just make a report on his file.

Besides, I'm too tired to give a sh*t.

Okay, will do.

ALTER EGO:
The screws here don't

know us like those at Hindley did.

We'll change the cross

on our head to a swastika.

That'll f***in' show 'em.

- (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

- (LAUGHING)

Whatever, man.

I'll give him a show.

What's wrong with you?

(EXCLAIMS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(LAUGHING)

Move on, you two. Now.

Cell inspection is done.

F***in' tired.

Anything to report,

anything confiscated?

Nothing major, no.

Some broken furniture was all.

One lad snuck some food in,

but I binned it.

They wanna break stuff,

it's their problem.

On duty tonight, Rahul.

With Nigel.

(RADIO STATIC)

(SIGHS)

DOCTOR:
That's fine,

Robert. Just fine.

Mrs. Stewart.

Have there been any improvements

in the physical relationship

between you?

I have been trying.

It's just it's still

so difficult.

I just...

I don't...

At least you're trying,

Mrs. Stewart.

Look at you.

Look at me.

Sat there crying

looking at a school photo.

(SOBBING) Ugly.

Ugly.

Ugly.

Ugly.

Ugly.

Ugly.

Ugly. Ugly.

Ugly.

Ugly.

Ugly.

Ugly.

Pathetic!

Weak!

But we ain't weak no more.

And you, lad...

You were right!

We are ugly.

(PANTING)

(ALARM BLARING)

(WRITING)

(SIGHS)

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