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Hey!

[SHOUTING]

[SIREN WAILS]

Oi, oi, oi!

Stop! Off each other!

Get everyone banged up.

Sorry.

I am so sorry, Governor.

Problems?

Always. But I'm on top of it.

Good.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

I can't tell you how much

I appreciate you putting
your faith in me.

You're Custodial Manager now.

You've earned this chance.

You're not gonna sit down?

There's just so much
to do over there.

It's nothing to worry about.

I know you're anxious
to make your mark, Leigh,

but remember, change doesn't
happen overnight.

Take some time.

Think about what kind of leader
you're going to be.

Time.

Right, got it.

Good.

Miss Henry?

Mr Ray.

You appear to have a drug problem.

I just didn't get much sleep
last night.

Drugs are a societal problem,
not just a prison one.

But overdoses, positive drug tests
and violence

are very much wing issues.

And numbers of all three
are rising more sharply on yours

than anywhere else.

Which is why I'm in such a hurry
to get back there,

to tackle the problem.

If drugs out there were treated
as a health issue rather

than a criminal one, the prison
population would halve overnight.

You have a plan?

Less talk, more action.

OK, good.

But shouldn't we talk about it?

Or you could just come and
see for yourself.

When?

Any time.

I'm not going anywhere.

You should really see a medic.

Oh, it's all right.
Ain't even broken the skin.

Any idea what it was about
this time?

Oh, what it's always about
these days - drugs,

and who gets to sell 'em.

I don't remember it ever
being this bad.

Are you sure you're all right, Jax?

Yeah, yeah.

I've had worse and still
finished a shift.

I think I took a kick
in the bollocks, Sprog.

That could do with a rub. Oi!

You can die if your balls
get squeezed too tight, you know?

Do you need anything, or...?

Look, it's not your fault,
you daft twat, all right? I'm fine.

Yeah, cos, you know, a lot of
adrenaline gets released and that.

Yeah. That's a true fact.

LEIGH: If you're really sure
you're OK...

..needs a key worker, please.

Oh. But I've already got too many.

We all have,

which is why from now on we're gonna
prioritise those who need us most.

He's already been bumped
over from YO.

You're good with the young ones.

Who cut his hair?

Surely all we need to know is
which gang he's in

so we can decide which landing
he'll stay alive on.

In case you hadn't noticed,
there's a gang war going on.

And how do you know he's a member of
one without looking at his file?

Well, you saying I'm wrong?

Dunno, but deciding you know someone
just by looking at them is.

The drugs are already here.

There is nothing
we can do about that...

Ba-da, ba-ba, ba-ba!

Mr Adrenaline himself!

Whoa! Thank God you made it, Swiss.

I was in the Threes office.
I didn't hear the alarm.

..but we can shrink the market.

Gotta keep the door closed up
there. It stinks of weed.

He'd be off for three months
with this, wouldn't you, Swiss?

We're going to hold an amnesty.

A what?
It's, erm...

Yeah, I know what it fucking is.

What is it?

As you say, it's as bad now
as it's ever been.

And we can't do anything worthwhile
until we stop the violence

and the only way to do that
is to turn the recreational users

away from drugs.

If they stop,

most of the debt and the bullying
stops too.

And the gangs go back to supplying
the hardcore addicts,

and that we can manage.

Are you saying we should give up
on stopping supply?

No. I'm saying we give the men
a choice and a stake

in the outcome.

We say, "Hand over your contraband,
without repercussions,

"help us make the wing safe
and we'll reward you

"by working together to
make some lasting change."

It's about establishing
a culture of trust.

Well, I must be high myself.

How is saying, "We won't punish you
for having illegal shit"

making us any safer?

So when you thinking
of starting this, then?

I asked Larry to put notices
under cell doors this morning.

Hold on, without fucking
telling us?

I am telling you.

Look, we could go back
to doing what we always do.

We could take all those involved in
the fight down to Seg,

lock down the wing for 24 hours?

If we don't at least try to
do things differently,

we can't expect anything
to change, ever.

And things have to change.

They can't go on like this.

Right, I'll be his key worker.

Yeah?

Yeah. I already had an app from
Louis Costa.

Says he needs a key worker and
you'd already volunteered.

I'll handle it.

Thanks, mate. Yeah.

Nice to know someone gives a shit.

Oi!

I still can't believe
she didn't tell us.

No, you mean you can't believe
she didn't tell you.

No-one else is surprised.

She's always had more faith
in them than us.

And now she's CM she'll be even
more of a fucking nightmare.

But you'll still back her,
though, won't you?

Yeah, we all need to back her.

What's this about, Boss?

So who do you fancy in the fight?

Ha-ha.

What's this, then? Boxing?

Well, gangster or not,
I hope he killed his barber.

Look, you're not planning on
following me about all day, are you?

What?

Cos I'm no Whitney Houston
and you're certainly no

Kevin fucking Costner,
so we'll just... All right?

It must be scary.

First time in an adult jail.

So your file says that you cut hair
at the YO.

Did you cut your own?

I don't particularly
want to do this either,

but we've been sat here
for 20 minutes

and I have to put something
down, so?

Are you in a gang, James?

Right, then. I'll put "Yes".

I ain't in no gang.

You lot should all know about
being in a gang.

And, yes, I do my own hair.
I don't trust no-one else.

Man's just trying to do my time
and keep it moving, but...

But what?

But what, James?

Sometimes man ain't got
much choice.

Bollocks.

Do you think you're
the only one here from

a council estate? For fuck's sake.

It's like talking
to my shithead brother.

Do you know how easy you make it
for people to write you off?

You might not have lots of choices
but that don't mean you have

to keep making the shit ones.

Don't mean you can't help yourself.

Yeah? Yeah.

How?

Bro, you've spelt it wrong.

No, I haven't.

Yeah, it's on the sheet
the CM gave you.

It's an E, bro.

Not an A.

Emnasty?

What, so I could put, like,
50 bags in there

and no-one can say nothing?

Yeah, I suppose so.
Yeah, if you like.

But what do I get, though?

Well, you get to, you know...

Ah...

..not get punished.

Whose dumb fucking idea was that?!

There's very little evidence
to say amnesties work.

I thought you'd be right behind it.

It's like that poem
you keep going on about.

"We want them to take
responsibility,

"but we give them fuck all
responsibility", or whatever...

[MUFFLED TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENT]

I'm behind the principle,
but statistically

they have a very low success rate.

The focus has to be security.

So what is she really up to?

Why would she want people to
give up their drugs

if she was bringing them in?

That's a really big "if".

You don't think
she's hiding something?

I don't think she's bringing
drugs in.

One of us probably is.

Statistically.

Statistics aren't proof.

Listen...

..I don't like it either.
We're supposed to be a team,

but do you think people aren't
speculating about you?

When it comes to corruption,

the finger always points
at the last in.

That's you and me,
but you're a woman so,

even more unfairly,
you'll be odds-on favourite.

Oi.

What's the book on, Google?

What's that, Miss Henry?

I've seen you, running round.

What you taking bets on?

I haven't run in 13 years, Miss.

I'm registered disabled.

The boxing.

If I hear people are getting
ripped off... You know me, Miss.

I was going to run a book
on the CM job

but no point.

Always yours to lose, wasn't it?
Oh.

Congratulations.

Now she's CM she'll think
she's even more untouchable.

You want to keep
the suspicion off us,

help me get proof.

Tick tock.

I hope that thing actually works,
cos you're running out of time.

Do you think no-one's noticed
how many drugs are about?

The whole wing's gone mad.

I know you might not care
about consequences

but I thought you'd
at least notice them.

Who are you angry with -

me or little brother?

Maybe yourself, for getting
played so easy.

What choice did I have?

Same one you got now.

That should make you feel
less guilty.

I read your boss's thing.

She's right.

Biggest customer base ain't addicts.

It's all of them trying to
kill a bit of their bird

and some of the pain,

because there is fuck all else to do
when you're stuck in there.

And in here.

That's why there's always
going to be a demand,

no matter what you do.

What else is there?

Remember...

..we never made this.

You've got until
the end of the week.

[HE SHOUTS]
Jesus!Whoa...

Don, all right, mate?
[HE GRUNTS]

What's going on?

There's fuck all in here, Miss.
It's a joke ting.

Out.

Look.

Oscar the Grouch!
[LAUGHTER]

You have to remember to lock it.

Oh, sorry, I thought we were
establishing a culture of trust?

[REGGAE MUSIC, RAZOR BUZZES]

[THEY LAUGH]

You all right? Boss.

What?

Kyrel's the wing barber.

I told him you've got some talent.

Come, my G.

Bun dat, I ain't trying to be
no fucking hairdresser.

James, you said you wanted
to stay out of trouble.

At least give it a go.

For what? A couple of vapes
and an orange?

It's up to you.

It's your choice.

What the fuck does 8 ball know
about cutting hair?

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[PRISON SIREN]

What happened?

Who did this to you?

Well, I feel safer already.

I'll radio Healthcare.

Do the roll-count.

What do you want?

Erm...

Are you... I'm fine.

It's not your fault.

You know, the amnesty.

It was worth a try.

Right, of course. You think
I should just give up.

No.

I think maybe you've
overestimated them.

Maybe not just them.

Also...

..I know you said you would reward
them once everything had calmed down

but if you want people
to stop using

you have to give them something else
to focus on, now.

They can't really afford to wait.

What else is there?

You put James Fairley
in the barber's.

When I went past, it looked like
it was working out well.

Did you wanna talk to me?

On Friday, you said you wanted
to talk after the shift.

Oh, yeah, that... That can wait now.

Did you mean it?

When you said I could
be good at this?

Up to you.

Oh, erm...

Congratulations on the job.

Sharpened toilet brush.

Delta Wing.

Segregation, CandR.

Rib plate surgery.

Curling scald.

Threes landing.

[UNZIPPING]

Jax, are you in here?
[DOOR SWINGS OPEN]

Ah, yeah, yeah.

Sorry, it was urgent.

Erm, I'm on...

Has your husband still got that
big TV in his den thing?

We've been working together
seven years,

I've been married almost 20,

and you still can't remember
my husband's name?

Nat.

Pat ... Pat.

Well, has he?

Why?

This amnesty has to work, Jax.

I need to prove there's
value in letting me try new things.

[TOILET FLUSHES]

Us. What?

Us try new things.

You know what I mean. Do I?

I thought I could
at least rely on you.

You mean you took it for granted.

Friends don't do that, Leigh.

Do they say, "Congratulations
on getting the job

"you've always wanted"?

I could not have been
more supportive. You know that.

But friends share, they ask
for help.

That's what I'm doing.

So has he still got it, or what?

I'm going to screen this
big boxing match tomorrow.

We are.

They can't watch it on
the in-cell TVs

but if they use the amnesty bin,

and there are no more violent
incidents between now and then,

it'll be screened on the Ones.

Sounds good, yeah.

Screen it how?

On Matt's... Pat's!

..TV. Yeah, if I can fit it
in the car.

How fucking big is it?

60, 70 inches. Fuck knows.

And he'd miss that thing
more than he'd miss me, so...

We'll look after it.

All right. Right. So we're not
only turning a blind eye

to them having drugs - we're now
actually rewarding it?

I have explained the thinking.

We need to work with them.

Isn't that why we're
in this mess,

because somebody already is?

Shall I tell you what really
boils my piss?

Is that officers actually see
what that shit does,

and the danger it puts us all in.

Anyone working with cons is
the lowest of the low,

as far as I'm concerned.
No exceptions.

70 bloody inches!

The electric in Cell 82 works.

I tried the lights.

No-one bothered checking because
her word is law.

She can do anything she likes.

That's not exactly proof.

The security camera outside
that cell isn't working.

Nothing works here.

It's been out of order for ages.
I checked.

So did you find anything,
in the cell?

Just some bedding.

But the wall unit is locked.

That'll be it, then.

That's where she keeps the dildos.
[SHE LAUGHS]

Even if she is doing something
she shouldn't be,

I mean, we don't know
her reasons why.

What?

I thought I was Mini-Leigh.

Well...

What happened to walking a mile in
someone else's shoes and all that?

Isn't that what you lot
are all about?

You lot?

Yeah.

You're Christian, aren't you?

I saw your little pendanty thing.

Hm. It's nice.

I'll bring you one if you like.

Are you trying to recruit me?

I've just got several, that's all.

Bro, they're puttin' on
the fight, fam.

They're putting on the
fucking fight!

[SHOUTING]
We're not ten years fucking old.

You can't stop me being naughty by
offering me a fucking ice cream.

We get an ice cream for
the fight, Miss?

I might stretch to
a few sausage rolls.

It all depends on you.

It's only her that actually
benefits.

From you acting like fucking sheep!

Do these count, Boss?

I mean, am I meant to hand
them in or...?

I couldn't give a tiny little
shit what you do.

[PRISONERS SHOUT OVER EACH OTHER]

Who do you think you're talking to?
Right, hey, hey, hey!

What's going on?

Nine months, I ain't lost nothing.

The minute you dump him on me,
pair of scissors goes missing.

Dump? I'm schooling you, fam.

I got three kids out there,
counting hours.

I ain't trying to get caught up
in his eejat moves.

I have to hand over all sharps
before we bang up.

Did you take them? What?

Did you steal the scissors?

No!

Right, OK.

Keep looking, and I'll be back.

Come on.

I told Kyrel he could trust you,
and he trusts me.

And I told you I ain't trying
to be no barber earning 12K a year,

living in the same shitty flat
I'm in now.

Well, think bigger then.

I've got fuck all!

The only thing worth anything's
my reputation

and if these man think I'm weak
I'm good as dead.

Is that what you're scared of?

Who says I'm scared?

Who's threatening you, James?

Is that why you took the scissors?

You think having a weapon'll
protect you?

It's not me who needs protecting!

You're the threat.

You're going to stab someone.

Who's making you do this?

Who said anyone's making me?

I've seen the same look
on my little brother's face.

You're right to be scared.

This isn't something you just
come back from.

If I do this one thing,
I'm set for life.

You'll do life.

I'll be out in nine, max.

Nine years? Of your life?

I'll get looked after in here,
then on the out...

You'll be looking over your shoulder
every minute of every day.

I'm doing that now.

You don't wanna do this.

Who cares what I want?

I do.

And if you really don't,
why tell me all of this?

You want me to stop you?

Spin your cell, find the scissors,
send you to Seg.

But it's not my choice -

it's yours.

I will help you,

but it's gotta be your choice.

I'm gonna walk around the landing.

You have five minutes
to hand them in.

All right, chief?

Hey, fellas.

How you doing, guys? You good?

Yeah, yeah, man.

Are you good?

Hi, guv.

I'll talk to Miss Henry later
about it. Don't worry.

Miss Henry.

I thought we could discuss
this in person.

I used to box a bit, at uni.

I can see that.

You mean you enjoy picturing me
being punched in the face?

Yeah.

I've been looking into amnesties
in secure environments

and the outcomes are mixed, at best.

Whereas the outcomes of prison
can't even claim to be that good,

and over a longer sample period.

Well, I suppose the proof
of the pudding...

I didn't realise it was also
a weapons amnesty.

They must really
want to see this fight.

That's impressive.

This TV, it will go
through Security,

have full portable appliance
testing, etc?

Mr Phillips.

Mr Ray.

Miss Henry looking after you?

I'm learning a lot.

Mr F.

Dan.

"Mr F"?

Erm, Phillips.

We're working on Dan's literacy.

Quick catch-up? Hm.

Looks like we're going to need
more food on the wing

sooner than we thought.

Pick up instructions tomorrow.

I've noticed you've got
a visit booked in.

Girlfriend and little boy?

Hope they don't get pulled out
at the gate for a random search

so they've only got
a few minutes with Daddy.

I'm in a gang now too.

Wow.

Fresh fruit and a big-boy book.

What props would you have brought
to an actual date?

Wait... This isn't an actual date?

There's a young guy on the wing.

I'm his key worker and I need
a bit of advice.

So not a date, then.

Your text weren't exactly clear.

Have you seen that film
A Beautiful Mind?

What exactly is all this, Boss?

No system.

Most vulnerable get two pluses.

Oh, right.

Do bed-wetters get a choc ice?

Mr Campbell.

Need a hand.

What...

I need help shifting this fucking
home cinema I've been made

to cart in. It's in Security.

Actually I could do with
the pair of you. Don?

Well, I can't lift anything, Jax.

Doctor's orders.

See these bloody rubber soles
they make us wear...

Who put it in the car?

Pat.

Cool. Well, if he can move it
on his own...

I mean, I get it.

I'm telling him, "Be a barber,"

but even as the words are coming
out my mouth I'm thinking,

"He could earn ten times more than
that if he just sold drugs."

But why has it not occurred
to him to want more?

And why are we always trying
to persuade lads like him to be

a fucking barista?

Why not tell him he could be
a barrister?

I mean, we could do with more
of them that look like him,

couldn't we?

I mean, he could be anything.

Probably not, though.

What?

[HE SIGHS]

Who are James's parents?

What support has he got?

I don't know. No.

Know why I can afford to earn
nothing while I read bare books

and prepare to become one of very
few black prison governors

in the country?

Because I have people
supporting my ambitions,

in every way.

Maybe you do too.

People, yeah.

Ambitions, not as much.

Right.

So imagine it's just you and no-one
cares whether you live or die,

let alone pass an exam.

And you're blaming this kid for
not trying to be a brain surgeon?

I'm not blaming him.
I'm trying to help him.

Then stop pretending that
every young black man is the same,

cos that's no use to anyone.

Are you saying I'm racist?

Why'd you come to me with this?

Right.

Know what the problem
with prison is?

It treats everyone the same.

Imagine if every patient
who went to the doctor with

a problem got the same prescription,
or the same care in hospital.

Most people would die
and there'd be outrage.

I'm not a fucking racist.

When people like you decide
you wanna help... People like me?

..you forget that the kind of
help you want to give

might not be the kind
that people need.

This isn't about me.

Exactly.

This were a lot less fun than
I hoped it would be.

Innit.

Sure you're all right with that?

Yeah. It's not actually that big.

Not really intimidated by the size
of my husband's telly, are you?

Oh, there it is.

Hey, the telly's here!

Hey.
[HE BANGS DOOR]

It's massive!

Telly's here, everybody.
[SHOUTING]

[HE GASPS]

Fuck off.

Don't all help at once.

Oh, you know what it is?
I sprained my ankle, you know,

when I was running down the stairs
with that massive Iraqi,

and it's just swelled up again, Gaz.

Yeah, my knee's gone again.

Where did you get a fucking
war wound, Swiss?

Goose Green, '82, in the Falklands.

A proper war, Sunshine.

You must have picked up a few scars
over the years, Boss.

I remember, right, first year
we started working together,

Miss Henry put herself between
an officer on the ground

and a double-murderer armed with
a lid off one of those big

fuck-off tins of fruit salad.

How many stitches was it again?

34. Ooh, where?

Can we just... Let's have a look.

Mr Campbell...

You should be proud of your scars.
Part of who you are.

Maybe if you're a boxer.

Even then, I thought the idea
was to not get hit.

Which brings me to tonight.

Now, obviously, not everyone's
gonna wanna watch the fight -

that's fine. But I want all
those who do on the Ones,

so that we can control them.

Obviously, there's a lot at stake.

Yeah. Well, it's a World Title shot.

You had a bet, Boss?

No, I mean for the wing.

If this goes well, we've got
something to build on.

And if it doesn't, we lose the trust
of the men and the management.

Oi!

Evans!

Oh, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no...

Oi!

Evans, now! Fucking...

Come here!
[HE LAUGHS]

You all right?

Good morning, Mr Fairley.

Look, come on.

There'll be loads wanting
haircuts for tonight.

We'll talk to Kyrel together,
get your job back.

James?

What's the matter?

They didn't mark my face so
the CM don't cancel the boxing.

Who did this?

I can't wait any longer.

Who did this, James?

It doesn't matter who.

You bang them up
and next man'll step up.

I can't just stand by
and let you kill someone.

Then do something.

Put me in Seg, ship me out.

I'll still end up somewhere,

and I'll still have
the same problem.

Nothing will have changed.

You said you'd help me.

Yeah, give that... Give 'em both
a wipe down, actually.

All right, Miss. Yeah, but...
Yeah, thanks.

How are you getting on?

with James Fairley?

Ah, yeah, it's...

It's complicated.

Are you talking about the
scissors he took?

Sort of.

Well, it's...

It's like he's got this one chance
to not to go down this path

that he'll regret for the rest of
his life, and...

..it's now or never.

So help him make the right choice.

You're in a position of power now.

Either you take on that
responsibility or you don't.

Erm, well...

What if...

How far should you go to help?

Do whatever it takes.

The system doesn't work,

so the boundaries it lays down
for us, they don't apply.

Which means we create our own,
which is dangerous,

risky, but really the only question
that matters is...

..is it worth it?

It's weird. It was working before.

I'm getting worried now.

Me too.

Not about the fucking boxing!

That thing's not gonna balls up
my telly, is it?

It's just a USB. I brought it in.

Yeah, but with an app
downloaded on it.

So when the fight starts,
my guy uploads it,

you start the VPN and then
it'll streams on here.

Well, in theory. In theory.

Oh, man. See, everyone just
piles on the link

and it overloads the software.

Plus the connection in here...
Can you fix it?

It don't work like that.

You're just going to have to wait.
[BANGING]

Hm. Natives are getting restless!

RAY: Shouldn't you be unlocking?

Unlock Ones, please.

Mr Ray. I didn't know
you were coming.

Mr Phillips invited me.

There's not much action yet.

Oh, it'll be fine.

Won't it, Mr Shah?

[TV SOUND STARTS]
Come on!

Unlock Twos and Threes.

All my work.

[SPANISH COMMENTARY FROM TV]

[PRISONERS CHEER]

Jab the motherfucker!

He's dropping his guard.

Innit. He's fucking there
for the taking.

Don't like the boxing, then?

Seen enough fighting, I bet.

What were it like, then,
the Falklands?

Cold.

You see when you start
giving a shit,

that's when your problems
really begin.

Oh, oh, oh!

Hey, watch it.

Fucking gypo.

That's pork.

No, no...

What?

I need protection.

What's in it for me?

Oi, oi...
[PRISON SIREN]

In the neck. Do it now.

Do the ting, fam!

Stop!

[SHE BLOWS WHISTLE]

I was scared you wasn't coming.

Out now.

I just saved your life.

Next time, I might not.

Bro, don't worry about Seg.

Bredrin will send
some snacks, vapes,

whatever we need.

You done good, bro.

You can't be serious.

Locked down till when?

Further notice.

Oh, Boss...

I'm sorry about tonight,
and James...

Don't worry.

It's my fault.

I obviously overestimated you too.

I thought you were taking your
responsibility seriously,

but because of you James Fairley's
worse off now than he was

when he arrived.

Well, we can't all manage
people as brilliantly as you.

Which one of you told O'Keefe
he could put his anti-psychotics

in the amnesty bin?

It wouldn't have been on purpose.

Wouldn't it?

There's not one of you has made
the slightest effort

to make this work.

Congratulations.
You got what you wanted.

So leave all this, yeah.

Do the roll count and go.

I'll clear it all up by myself.

Sorry, what exactly did you expect?

The support of my team.

Why?

What have you done to earn
the right to expect that?

Not just now - ever?

You know, granted, Leigh,
as an officer you were special,

but that's not enough.

I'm Custodial Manager.
Neither's that.

Is this about your bloody TV?

"Culture of trust," you said.

But the truth is you can't trust
any of us with anything more

than fucking orders, can you?

Even me.

Oh, fuck's sake.

I'm glad we missed the end
of the boxing now.

I'm amazed Google let me go
without paying him.

You placed a bet with Google?

Yeah.

What happened to, "Anyone
working with the cons

"is the lowest of the low"?

All right, firstly, that sounds
fuck all like me.

Second, I was talking about drugs.

And, thirdly, you swim in shit
long enough,

you're bound to stink a bit,
ain't you?

Feels good, don't it? First injury.

I mean, it hurts and that,
but admit it - it does feels good.

Nothing about what happened
tonight feels good.

See you tomorrow.

Raheem?

Thank you. For the advice.