We Still Steal The Old Way Page #2

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And you are old now.

No one cares about you anymore.

The world doesn't give a flying f*** about knowledge.

About the "old way."

About how things used to be.

How they should be.

The world has moved forward.

But you keep hanging on to the good old days,

when respect meant something.

Loss is a terrible thing.

What are you talking about...loss...?

I'm talking about the loss of manners,

as you intended to interrupt me.

I'm talking about the loss of respect

for intelligence, old or young.

We used to have confidence.

But now all I see in your generation

...is arrogance.

- Pricks.

And they weren't actually the "good old days."

But things were certainly a lot better back then.

There was an order to things.

And respect for those who earned it.

You were promoted to governor here,

not because you were the best person for the job

...but because your predecessor died

and you were available.

I was promoted to governor here because I can--

Well done, Governor Pryce, well done.

You fooled them, but you didn't fool me.

I know people like you.

Behind your tough-guy image...

You're scared.

I see from your file that

you have applied for compassionate leave.

I can see it in your face:

you're not going to grant it.

Well, your attitude towards me hasn't helped.

I've lost faith in the system.

I've lost my sense of humor since I've been in here.

And now you've lost your chance

to see your wife before she dies.

Are you having any suicidal thoughts?

- No.

Are you on drugs ... or any form of prescription--

I really don't approve of drugs.

- Yes or no?

No.

Are you experiencing feelings

of rage or violence?

Of course I'm f***ing not!

Are you a bed-wetter?

Did you ask the others that question?

Is that a no?

Richie Archer, I've heard

a lot about you.

All good, I hope?

No Archer, not good at all.

Robbery, extortion, kidnapping, arson.

The list goes on and on.

Now, that arson, that was just an

unfortunate misunderstanding.

And the papers just blew it out of all proportion.

If I was you, I would ignore that.

Enough!

You will address me as "Governor."

And you will afford my officers the courtesy of "Sir."

Disrespect will not be tolerated.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, Governor.

Violence and aggressive behavior will

not be tolerated. Do I make myself clear?

Yes, Governor.

You will abide by the rules.

Transgressions will not be tolerated.

Yes?

What's, uh, "transgressions" mean?

- Not what he thinks, I think.

You think you're something special, don't you?

- Not at all.

"Not at all, Sir."

Not at all, Sir.

Think you can you can just stroll in here

like some King Big-dick?

King what?

- Big Dick.

Oh.

Think about it.

Be under no illusion.

I might be new here,

but that means new rules.

You step out of line...

And I will not hesitate to crush you.

Time was, Richie, you'd've taken a shot like that.

Time was, Roy, I'd've seen it coming.

- Left

Over to this cell.

- Oh, this way.

This way.

Here's your new cellmate.

Hello David.

I've got a new playmate for you.

I know how you hate being on your lonesome.

Y'allright fellow?

I'll leave you two to get acquainted.

Right. There you go.

Home sweet home.

I presume you still

do room service?

Snap!

Shame; that would've

saved a lot of time.

You're a sight for sore eyes, Richie Archer.

George.

You look good.

Don't lie; I'm tired.

That's why I came in

to repay my debt to you.

What are Butch and Roy doing here?

This was meant to be a one-man job.

Yeah; you know what they're like.

- Loyal to last.

More people means more risk.

- Don't worry, George.

It's all in hand.

- She hasn't got much time.

No...I know, I know.

You'll see Alice again,

you've got my word on that.

I know I can rely on you,

always could.

Come, let's have a cup and have a chat.

Liz?

Jimmy Harper.

I've not seen you for a long time.

- I'm over in Spain now.

Got a nice little place just up the road from Richard's gaff.

You all right, Liz?

Yeah. Well, you know, it's, well, it's all ... peaceful

and it's nice around here now,

Richie's back, you know?

But you're okay?

Jimmy, did you know about this plan?

This...this robbery?

Of course. I was there.

I stole the gold. And, uh...

Oh, that's very funny. Yeah.

Why'd he do it, Jimmy?

I mean ... money? What was it?

The adrenaline, the thrill? What?

Do you fancy a pint?

Louis! We haven't met.

Uh, my name's Vic, how're you doing?

I live here too.

I've been watching you, keeping an eye on you.

You keep your head down.

I like that.

And you go about your business quietly.

That's good.

In fact, you know something?

The whole nick loves you.

Please, if you think I've

done something, you're wrong.

Oh, you misunderstand me.

I don't think you've done

anything wrong, Louis.

In fact, on the contrary.

- So let me go, yeah? Please.

Please let me go.

- First, I need a little favor.

Anything; all you need to do is ask.

Louis, in this nick,

I don't have to ask for anything.

I'm a taking kind of guy.

Tell me something... Do you know Richie Archer?

The Archer gang.

Yeah, everyone's heard of them.

You want me to kill him for you?

Kill him?

Tell me something, have you

ever killed anyone before?

No...

But is that what you want me to do?

Well, you will one day, I suppose.

And you'll remember your first...forever.

The terror in their eyes when

you take their life.

That's probably why

I like taking things.

No! What are you doing?!

You're right, Louis.

I do want Archer dead.

The problem is, he's in a different nick.

Dilemma is, how the f***

am I going to get to him?

I said I'd do what you want!

You already are.

Why'd you do it?

This was a cushy number. You aren't

going to see luxury like this again.

Three hundred and fifty-seven.

What's that?

Three hundred and f***ing fifty-seven.

That's how many putzy f***ing months

I've spent banged up.

That's 10,873 days.

I might just have a crack at working out

the hours and the minutes later on.

You can't think like that; you'll go mad.

- I am f***ing mad!

Vic, for God's sake, shhh...

You've heard the news?

About Archer gang? Yeah,

I thought that'd make your day.

Make my day?!

Richie Archer happens to be

in a different f***ing nick...

200 miles south of here.

So reaching down his scrawny little neck

and ripping out his heart is going

to be a bit tricky, don't you think?

It's open and shut: They'll die behind

bars; no need to worry about that.

Well, natural causes doesn't do it for me, Donald.

You want me to arrange something?

No...

No I don't.

I want to be there when it happens.

I want to see it with my own eyes.

I want him to know that

I'm f***ing responsible.

But there is something else I want to do.

Before I take Richie Archer's life.

What do you need me to do?

They're being held on remand at Belkinwood.

Belkinwood's got a new governor.

Your friend and my friend...

Pryce.

Pryce by name, price by nature.

Get Harry to have a little word

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