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Oh, my God.

- Where did you come from?
- No, Damon, what have you done?

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

Miss Henry. What time did you get in?

I need to see the Governor.

The Governor's travelling
to an external meeting

and can't be reached...

I'll wait.

You've got a wing to run...

You need to lift this lockdown.

- Miss Henry...
- A man tried to kill himself overnight.

I saw the email, I
believe he's fine.

He's alive,

but only cause he pressed
his cell bell... what if he hadn't?

We need to unlock today.

I'm sorry, I don't
see the relationship...

suicide attempts and self-harm
are hardly rare in prison, are they?

Sadly.

However, what I do see is a
sharp fall in violence on C Wing.

No-one's been out of
their cell for three days.

Well, whatever you're
doing, it's working.

I haven't done
anything, that's the point.

This isn't why I became CM.

You have no idea the pressure
this lockdown's putting people under.

- We have to unlock.
- No.

I've already discussed
it with the Governor.

Your amnesty and what followed
resulted in serious disorder,

and none of us are
exempt from pressure.

C Wing will stay locked
down for the rest of the week.

If someone dies, it'll be on you.

Well...

..it's your job to make
sure that doesn't happen.

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Damon Brown tried to kill
himself last night, Code Red.

- Is he all right?
- He will be.

You're his key
worker, aren't you?

What, you saying
it's my fault, then?

Was he on an ACCT document?

No, so he wouldn't
normally be checked at night,

so if he hadn't
pressed his cell bell...

We're sitting on a time bomb.

10% of the population of this
wing is already on an ACCT

and therefore vulnerable,

that's just tip of the iceberg.

Management wants
to keep us locked down

for the rest of the week,

so it's down to us to make
sure that nobody reaches a point

where they feel they can't cope.

What does ACCT stand for?

Anyone?

Come on. Don't pretend
like you don't know.

- Assessment...
- Oh.

Care...

Of Crazy Tosspots, that's it...

In Custody and Teamwork...

Teamwork. Exactly.

I've been through every one of these.

Staff contacts say things
like, "Asleep, I think."

"Eating crisps, seems happy enough."

"Still alive."

Yeah, well, it's easy to criticise
but there's never any time.

Well, we haven't got
that excuse now, have we,

not while we're locked down?

These are legal documents

and they can mean the
difference between life and death.

If you don't take that
seriously, I can't help you,

you're on your own.

And in addition...

..today, we're all gonna go
through our key worker list.

and have face-to-face,

one-to-one contact
with every man on there.

Cooper can carry on seeing
anyone who needs help

with legal letters or forms.

In terms of priorities,
consult the board.

And if you're with a prisoner

and his padmate tells you he needs

a toilet roll or
whatever, ask yourself...

is that what he really wants

or is it just an excuse to
engage you in conversation?

I'm deadly serious,

I want every single man on this wing

to have had meaningful
contact with his key worker

by the end of the day, or I'll
report you to the Governor.

We have all... most of
us... been in the position

of finding someone who
decides they can't carry on.

Don't let that be a name on your list.

So... we are not giving
them toilet rolls any more?

Obviously, sometimes a
man will need a toilet roll.

Why would he ask for
it, if he didn't want it?

Miss Malone is also
due on the wing today

for psych appointments.

Make sure all the
listeners get out. OK?

Let's go.

- Something's obviously very wrong.
- What you on about?

Miss Henry's living
here, in the prison.

- Are you...?
- Yes, I'm sure.

She's sleeping in Cell 82.

I haven't thought about
anything else since I found out,

- and I don't know who to talk to.
- How about Miss Henry?

Fuck's sake.

For someone so
clever... Just ask her.

You really need to talk to her.

Seriously, Jax, can you
two kiss and make up

so you can tell her
she's fucking losing it?

"Consult the board"? How? It's
like the fucking Da Vinci Code.

Is she under loads
more stress and that, Jax,

like I dunno, cos of,
like, the new job or...

..or what happened
with the boxing?

Or maybe it's personal?

Something at home?

It's not really anyone's
business, is it?

Hello. Looks who's back.

Criminal, really,
damaging a face like that.

- I'll take him up, babe.
- Yeah, I'll race you.

Oh, no.

So...

Go on, Swiss, say toilet
roll, I fucking dare you.

I thought you'd be
in Healthcare longer.

Did you miss me?

Could have been
worse, I suppose.

I knew you'd still be here.

Listen, we need to move quick,
all that stuff that my lot robbed

from the amnesty bin will
have sold again by now.

Oh, what? You didn't think lockdown
was gonna stop people using, did ya?

It's probably the only
reason you haven't had a riot.

Yet.

I'm still here because I want to
be sure that I made myself clear

the last time we saw each other.

The other day where a warning,
and now I'm telling you...

I've done my part and
we're finished, for good.

You really think so, yeah?

Tell who the fuck you want.

Rose. You'll go to
prison for five years.

It's your word against mine...

you're a convicted criminal

and I'm a brilliant liar.

Where are you off to, Cooper?

Oh, Mr F asked me to go and help
Nawak write a letter to his Judge.

Oh, right, got keys now, have we?

Cooper?

Oh, no, but, erm...

..I'm waiting for Mr F.

All right, yeah.
Come on, I'll take you.

Thanks, Mr Campbell.

What are you so excited about?

Glad to be out, and
I like helping people.

Although I... I don't really feel
qualified with all the legal stuff,

I'm... I'm actually
an estate agent.

It's all down to your lot, you know.

Generation fucking Snowflake.

You lot started talking
about your feelings,

now everything's
a fucking condition.

And if she says in her report
you've got some fucking syndrome

they only thought up yesterday,

you can forget about
your D Cat or your parole.

Mental Health?

Fucking industry it is now.

Anyway what's up with you?

We're here to talk about you.

What are you still doing here,
anyway? You said you was leaving.

What's it to you?

It's cost me two fucking
yoghurts, that's what.

What is...

..is everyone betting
on how long I'll stay?

Nowadays, there's more
old'uns in prison than ever before,

and it'll only get
worse, and there's no...

- what do you call it?
- Provision.

Provision... bloody stairs
everywhere you look,

no health care!

If it wasn't for the younger
lads helping us out,

we'd be banjaxed, wouldn't
we? Course we would.

Don't "true fact" me.

Are you still saying squirrels
are cleverer than octopuses?

Oh, yeah. Let me tell
you about squirrels, man...

- No.
- Listen, squirrels...

- No. Fucking no, no, no.
- Squirrels pretend to bury their nuts...

- No, no. Fucking hell.
- ..in order to fool people, you know.

It's a true fact, man.

My point to the jury was this...
I'm not saying I didn't do it,

what I am saying is

your only witness has got
brain damage as a result,

so how reliable can he be?

Am I right? I'm right,
aren't I? Course I am.

Fantastic.

Close that.

Yeah, but leave it open a bit.

You want privacy?

This is meant to be a
confidential conversation.

You all right, then?

In what way?

I mean, pushed my cuticles
with a ruler this morning and...

Or do you mean emotionally?

Because, if I'm honest,

I've never fully worked through
my relationship with my parents,

especially my dad.

His version of masculinity

and how damaging
that can be growing up,

do you know what I
mean, Mr Campbell?

I'll put that down as a tick.

It's natural to be
nervous, Steven,

but you've earned your release.

Yeah, it's just, you know, I
get to walk around again but...

..but the guy we killed,
he won't, will he? Not ever.

You were young, you all were,

and you've never tried
to deny your part in the fight

or the man's death.

You can't do any more
than serve your sentence.

Thanks, Miss.

Are you all right?

The listeners are here to listen to
staff as well, you know, if needed.

I think you're busy enough at
the moment, that helps me a lot.

How's the new job going?

Don't shout, Rachel.
Please... I was...

I was helping a
guy out, that's all.

There's so much stress.

It's... it's all cause
of lockdown, all of it...

Lucas, if you don't shut up,

I'm gonna ram that phone up the
same hole it probably arrived in.

Sorry. Five minutes.

I understand, I really do, but
we can't risk anyone finding out.

Lucas, you've got an appointment.

Hello, Lucas?

An appointment? Great.

Er, who with?

Follow me and you'll find out.

I'm supposed to ask if anything's
worrying you, any problems?

It's you with all the
problems, Rose.

What does that prove?

Mm, nothing,

but the video it's
taken from proves a lot,

including how decent
you look in a pair of jeans.

Show me the video.

It's not on that phone.

How do I know it's on any phone?

Yeah, I guess you don't.

But...

..unlike you,

I am not a brilliant liar,

so, I mean, you could take
the risk, that's your call,

but if you resign or go to the feds,

so does this video.

I've told you... I'm
in a gang now, too.

Look, if you were
really in a gang,

you'd have let your boy kill me
and not even thought about it.

Ooh.

I feel loads better
now, you know.

Thanks.

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

Listen. I'll sit here
and talk to you all day.

Not now.

You need some
proper help, right?

Er, sorry about this, erm,
every room's got someone in it.

I don't understand.

Well, everybody and everything
is operating at full capacity.

No, I mean why am I here at all?

Well, erm, Luke...

Lucas.

Erm, what?

My name's Lucas.

Are you sure?

Erm, L Cooper, I thought
the nurse said Luke.

Oh, maybe, maybe she did
and Luke is the right name

and I'm the wrong guy?

- So, which wing is Luke Cooper on?
- I have no idea.

Miss Malone.

Oh, sorry, we're having a
confidential meeting here.

In the shower?

Erm, I haven't got time
to check and come back.

- That's fine.
- One minute.

I need you to see Ted
Riley, today... now, if possible.

Do you know how many
names I've got on my list?

He's a friend of Damon's.

The man who
tried to kill himself.

I have raised Ted's
name with Healthcare.

He needs more support
than we can give him.

Do you know how many
names are on that list?

He shouldn't be here

and I know you must
hear that all the time...

Hear it and say it.

I'm sorry, it won't be today.

Maybe this week.

Remind me again why
we closed the asylums?

Nobody liked the idea of locking
up people with mental illnesses.

Don't worry, Abdul, it's a
general key worker check in

to see how you're feeling.

I'm... I'm struggling a bit
with sleep to be honest, Boss.

Really? Why's that?

Sit down, Boss.

- Lucas won't mind?
- Oh, no.

Where's Lucas now?

I'll tell you what's
mental? Doing this.

It's a prison... if you're in here
and you're depressed or angry,

I'd say that's pretty
fucking normal.

It's the one's who aren't messed
up that we should be worried about.

Innit. Although, I am quite
enjoying this, to be fair.

Well, do a couple of mine, then.

Well, we don't need to ask
how you're feeling, do we?

Listen.

Erm, either of you two fancy
doing a swap with someone?

No.

Just take one of mine, then?

I am not messing
about today, Gaz, man.

No-one should be
messing about today, man,

- it's not worth losing your job over.
- How they gonna know?

I thought it were
impossible to get the sack,

they're so desperate for staff.

Unless you shag a con
or get caught smuggling,

but then losing your job's
the least of your worries.

No, man, the boss is not playing
around with this ACCT stuff, man.

Honestly, I'm telling you, if you
guys mess up even once today,

she's gonna have you sacked.

You'll swap with
me, won't you, Jax?

- Who you got?
- Kenway.

- Ain't he on an ACCT?
- Might be.

Ha! Then no.

Oh, well, that's very
fucking caring of you.

Look you... can't text
me at home, all right.

Why not? We work together.

Yeah, and you can
text me about work,

but you can't text me asking
for a picture of my tits in the bath.

Oh, Swiss, erm, I've gotta
Kam over to Healthcare,

he's done something to his
fucking cuticles or something.

You couldn't check in on
Kenway for us could, yeah?

- I've still got half of my own to do.
- Oh, come on, mate,

I wouldn't ask if it weren't urgent.

Cheers.

Officer.

Could you return Mr
Cooper to his cell, please?

Yeah, he's on my list anyway.
Why are you in the shower?

Erm, I've opened an
ACCT document for him,

- could you log it for me, please?
- Yeah.

This... this crazy.

I'm sure it'll only be short-term
but it's better safe than sorry.

This is the...

Some... some poor guy
called Luke Cooper needs help

but she can't admit
there's been a mistake,

so I get put on an ACCT
just in case... how is that right?

It'll stay on my
record now, won't it?

So you're saying you
don't need to be on one?

I'm completely fine.

Or, well, I was.

Don't worry
about it. I'll sort it.

Troy.

Where am I going?

The Case Board's reached a
decision on where you'll be held,

were you not told?

Were you?

This is the first I've heard.

- You're to be moved to Healthcare until...
- Ah.

I'm transferred to
a women's prison.

Sorry...

Sorry.

I thought I could help.

You tried.

There's nothing you can do.

I'm sorry, mate. I
tried to hide it but...

Now what am I going to do?

Use the landing phones
like most of us do.

You can still talk to her.

- Who?
- Rachel!

Oh, yeah.

No. No, it's not that, it's, erm...

..first time I've been
on adjudication.

First offence... you'll be fine.

_

Where's Childs?

I think Mr Carpenter was
just going to unlock him.

Does someone need a listener?

No.

Miss Henry... Miss Henry!

Right.

Apologies for this next one,
he'd depress a pig in shit.

- Everything all right?
- No. I don't think so.

I think you need to
speak to someone.

What are you talking about?

I know you're sleeping here.

Sometimes.

- If I'm working late...
- Don't lie to me.

I found your things in Cell 82.

What were you doing in there?

- Trying to work out what you're hiding.
- For Mr Ray?

- What?
- You're spying on me for him, aren't you?

I don't know why you
think I'm the enemy...

You just admitted you've
been investigating me!

..but if you won't explain
yourself, right now,

I'll have to escalate this.

Who the fuck do
you think you are?

What else did you see?

Miss...

Leigh...

..I'm not here to
make your life harder.

If you tell me what's
going on, I'll try to help you.

- Leave me alone. Get out.
- Sorry, but I can't do that.

- Don't do this.
- I'm ordering you to get out.

In that case,
I'll have to take it further.

- This is you not threatening me, is it?
- You're giving me no choice.

I see what this is...
you want me out.

Then you can face the consequences.

- I need to speak to you.
- Not now, Lucas.

- I need my phone back.
- I can't help you.

- You've got to...
- I can't help anyone.

Shit.

Come on, come on.

I di... I...I didn't mean to...

Calm down.

My phone...

Boss? Boss! Oi!

Oi! Stop! Come out!

Oi!

Ju-just get my... my phone.

I can't do that, mate,
OK? It'll be in Security.

OK. Listen, but we can maybe
get you to use the office phone,

OK, if you stop now.

No. I'm not coming
out till I get my phone.

Please.

- I can't.
- Get my phone now.

I can't, mate. Boss?

Boss?

Perhaps the men have
been locked down for too long.

The way she was this morning,
we may find this situation owes more

to Miss Henry's mental
state than the prisoners.

Whatever your reservations
are about Leigh, Simon,

this is definitely not the
time for "I told you so".

- Who are you speaking to on the wing?
- Toby Phillips.

Silver Command is being
set up in the boardroom.

And what do we know about Cooper?

In the first year of five
for causing serious injury

by dangerous driving and
possession of a Class A.

Basically hit someone
while high on cocaine.

- History of violence?
- Not on his record.

Mental health?

Nothing, although it looks
like he had an appointment

with Miss Malone today.

Get hold of her. Any family?

Wife.

Speak to her too,

see if there's anything going
on that might be a factor here.

We also need to keep Miss
Henry's next of kin informed.

Have we got anyone on shift that
has up-to-date negotiator training?

- You've got to be joking.
- Governor's orders.

What can I do that the CM can't?

Hostages aren't
allowed to negotiate.

She won't take
any notice of that.

It's just until they can get
hold of a trained negotiator.

- Don will be your second, you'll be fine.
- Is she all right?

Are all the men
behind their doors?

- Who made him king of the fucking castle?
- Who's got her?

- I don't know anything.
- It's Lucas Cooper.

What?

You're his key worker,
that's why it needs to be you.

No, fuck it, I'll do it.

- I said you'd cover the landings.
- No, no, no, I'll do it. I'll do it.

Mr Ray, I'll pass
on the message.

You OK, Boss?

- Yeah, I'm OK.
- She never shuts up.

I'm sorry, Lucas, this is my fault.

I'm not sure what I'm
doing at the moment.

He was obviously pretty
stressed about losing the phone.

I mean, he was on
to his missus 24/7.

That's why I haven't been sleeping,

he was on to her
all night, every night.

But I just spoke to his wife

and she said they haven't
talked since the weekend.

Well, all I've heard for days
now is Rachel this, Rachel that...

Rachel? His wife's name's Natalie.

Dark horse.

Fuck.

No-one listens. No-one
listens. No-one listens...

No-one listens. No-one listens.
No-one listens. No-one listens...

Kenway. Pack it in. Come on.

Come on, stop. Stop it now.

- Get off me.
- Calm down, mate.

- Get off me. Get off me.
- Calm down, mate. Come on.

- Get off me. Get off me.
- Calm down. Calm down, come on.

Get off me!

- You all right?
- Yeah. Good luck.

Lucas? It's Miss Gill.

Deep breathe. In, out.

In, out.

That's it, mate, breathe.

In, out. OK?

Fucking Oasis?

Most overrated band
in fucking history.

Liam's solo stuff
is miles better

without fucking Noel
dragging him down.

Lucas, the longer this goes
on, the more complicated it gets,

the more people
have to get involved.

We can sort this out between
the two of us, can't we?

Go on.

Lucas, whatever's upset
you, we can talk about it.

Shut them out.

Stay in here, stay in here
till I... till I get the phone.

I told you not to worry,
remember, and I meant it.

Just let me help you.

Do you know how to help me?

Will they bring the phone?

What am I gonna do?

I don't know.

Leave me alone!

Is she talking to him?

- How's it going?
- She's doing fine.

- You've got the negotiator phone?
- Yeah.

Ask him about Rachel...

it seems he wants to talk to her
more than his wife. I'll come back.

Control and Restraint
are on their way.

Lucas, who's Rachel?

- Miss Stokes?
- Is she all right?

Do you know who Miss
Henry's next of kin is?

- Why, what's happened?
- Oh, no, it's procedural.

She never really
talks about her family.

What about husband? Wife?

Next of kin should be on her
record, though, shouldn't it?

They said there are no relatives
named in her personnel file.

- Miss Stokes!
- Sorry.

Yes, mate, it's nothing to worry
about, we'll get you fed soon.

Lucas... Lucas, we can't help you

if you don't tell us
what's going on.

- Are you worried your wife will find out?
- Yes.

They don't understand,
do they? They can't.

Are you all right, Miss Henry?

What's she doing in there?

The one time you need
her to fucking interfere.

Lucas, is Rachel putting
you under pressure?

They don't...

Talking to her
relieves the pressure.

That's... that's... that's
what talking does, isn't it?

We all need that, don't we?

Lucas, there are only two
numbers in your phone.

If you... if you've got my
phone, why can't I have it?

One of them is your wife,
the other is your mum...

Did you speak to them? Did
you tell them about Rachel?

There's not a single
outgoing call on your phone.

Have you been
deleting your call history?

Please, I don't want them to know.

Or are you just pretending
to call her? But why would...?

I don't want anyone to know.

Lucas.

Is Rachel a real person?

Can anyone else hear
Rachel, Lucas, or is it just you?

- I'm not mad.
- No-one's saying you are.

But they will.

They will if I tell
the truth, won't they?

I don't...

Maybe... maybe it'll
help you feel better?

But then there'll be no
going back, will there?

- No.
- I know... I know, I can't, I can't...

- Who are you speaking to now, Lucas?
- Please stop talking!

I ju... I just want
to be left alone.

That's not working,
though, is it? You need help.

No help.

Do we need to go in?

They... they'll say I'm
mad and I'll never get out.

- Lucas...
- I'll lose my wife, I'll lose everything.

- I know you're not mad, Lucas.
- How do you know?

Because... it's happened to me.

I heard a voice.

Whoa.

After my mum died,

at the funeral, I held
it together all day,

I didn't... I didn't cry, not once.

People thought it were weird,

but I just...

..I couldn't let it out.

And I wanted to stay
strong for my little brother,

so he wouldn't be scared that
we didn't have her any more...

..and I wanted him to
know that I could protect us.

But...

..that night,

when I lay in bed and
I turned off the light...

..I just couldn't stop crying...

..I felt like I was sinking...

..and then I heard a voice.

What did it... what did it say?

"Have a cup of tea."

I dunno if it were God
or my mum or grief...

..but it felt real.

It was real.

And I needed it.

So I got up, made a
cup of tea, and it helped.

How long has Rachel been there?

A few years ago...

..I just thought some
really noisy woman

moved in next door...

..but then I realised
she was talking to me.

That must've been so scary.

No... no. No, she...
she... she used to be nice.

Encouraging.

I know she's not real...

Yeah.

Outside of my head,
anyway, but it's not me either,

and I... I can't... I can't
control her, I can't turn her off.

She got louder and nastier

and when it all got too much,

I started using alcohol and
drugs to... to make it stop,

but that only got me put in here.

Being locked down
in that box all day,

I-I-I couldn't distract myself
and it got worse and worse.

The only thing that
calms her down is...

If you talk back?

That's why you need the phone,

so your cellmate
doesn't think you're weird.

Is she speaking
to you now, Lucas?

Talk back to her if it helps.

Lucas.

You're safe here.

I'm-I'm listening.

You can stop shouting now.

I do, I do want to talk to you,
but not when you're like this.

We... we have to.

Liam had a decent voice
but Noel's the poet, man,

he's the people's poet.

He-he-he's like that bloke
who wrote Jerusalem and that,

he's a visionary.

They say Champagne
Supernova makes no sense

but they'll sing along

to I Am The fucking
Walrus all day long.

I just came on shift and heard
an officer got taken hostage.

- It's not...
- It's the CM, yeah, but she's OK.

Yeah, no, I think she is anyway.

Right.

Did you make all that up?

What were you thinking in
there, hey? It's like you froze.

I mean, you've been
in that situation before.

She did what she should've
done, as a hostage.

Thanks for trusting me.

Well, that's a fucking first.

I was worried about you.

Still am.

I'm OK.

All right, well, look, get
yourself checked out, all right,

then go home.

When was the last
time you did that, hey?

Seriously, Leigh, I know you're
practically living here, right,

and if I've figured that out, how
long before someone else does, hey?

We need to talk.

Yes.

We do.

Someone'll check
on you later, all right?

You never said what
your favourite Liam song is.

Couldn't name one.

Always preferred Noel.

I thought that was
supposed to be a secret.

What's that?

Look!

No, "Transferred", you plum.

Yeah, poor sod's getting
shipped off to a women's nick.

Oh, that's not right, is it?

Did you hear that, bro?
How can that be right, man?

It's all fucking wrong.

'Sup, bro, you all right? Gaz?

Was that Kenway fella all right?

I tried to get him a listener

but it kicked off here
before we got there.

He reminded me of that Irish fella

Gary found a few
months ago in the twos.

The one who killed himself.
What was his name?

- It was Andrews, wasn't it?
- Does it matter?

What's gonna happen now, to Cooper?

Oh, Seg.

Then one of those special hospitals?

No, no, he'll be moved
to a new wing here,

with meds hopefully...

no beds anywhere else.

The NHS can say no to people
but we can't... you know that?

True fact.

For you. For today.

Told you I'd bring you one.

You'll probably get a
commendation, you know.

I doubt it.

Don't you want to keep it,

at least for your
meeting with Miss Henry?

Is there something I don't know?

Not here.

OK.

So, who is it?

Look it up.

Great.

We're unlocking for
limited association.

There you go, business
as fucking usual.

I don't know the Governor's thinking

but I assume today has shown
her where endless lockdown leads.

Hold on, you're not
staying on here, are you?

Of course she is.

She'll just carry on
like nothing's happened,

expecting us all to do the same.

We're not fucking
trained for this shit!

- I know that, Mr Campbell.
- Gary, mate...

Well, do something about it, then.

What's the point of being CM if
you can't fucking change things?

I don't have all the answers.

All I know is, we're it,

if we don't look after
them, there is no-one else.

Who the fuck looks after us?

Can I have a word, Miss Gill?

Been looking for you.

It's been a long day, eh?

Oi.

What's up, soppy twat?

It's all right.

The definition of insanity is doing
the same thing over and over again

and expecting a different outcome.

We've been imprisoning people
for long enough to know what works,

how you help them
change... why don't we do it?

Why don't we want to?

There are moments, like today,

when I think I see how
you can change things.

And when I think I see
what you see in the job.

I wanted to thank
you for what you did.

I...

Well, erm,

I sort of had to, seeing
as it was partly my fault.

It'll come out anyway when
they speak to Miss Malone but...

..she opened an ACCT on Cooper

and asked me to
file it and I didn't.

You're sacked.

Oh, shit.

Yeah, exactly, look.

- Ooh!
- Ugh!

Connolly says Don wouldn't
give him a toilet roll so...

Speaking of voices in your head.

You poisonous fat piece of shit.

Oi.

Do you not need that stick?

No comment, Miss.

That's fucking immoral.

Morals are for them
who can afford 'em, Miss,

the rest of us are just surviving.

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