All language subtitles for Screw.S02E03.720p.WEBRip.x264[EZTVx.to].srt - eng(2)

[ Dramatic music plays ]

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-[ Snoring ]

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-You look like shit, Lulu.

-Didn't get much sleep.

-Are you seriously having
to think

about whether it's you or her?

Mad guy.

-Killing a screw --

it's a whole life sentence, man.

I can get any one
of 30 creatures in here

to do it just like that
for one week's worth of gear.

-But that wouldn't settle
your debt, now, would it?

When's your next
key worker meeting?

-This afternoon.

-So you'll be on your own
with her, yeah?

-[ Sighs ]

-Looks like today's the day,
then, innit?

-Morning.

-Open your locker, please.
-What?

-Open your locker.
-Yeah, I were about to.

-Take everything out,
put it on the table.

-Leigh, what is this?

-What do you think it is,
Miss Gill?

-I don't know.
-I'm doing you the favour

of not asking Security
to do this.

So get on with it, please.

-What exactly are you
expecting to find?

-You've been smuggling
contraband on to the wing,

haven't you?

Including the gun
that killed Toby.

Haven't you?

[ Cell door clangs and thuds ]

♪♪

-It happened once, Leigh.
-It's Miss Henry,

and I don't want
to hear your excuses.

-You aren't even gonna give me
a chance to explain?

-I'll give you the chance
to take responsibility

and go and tell the governor
yourself.

-Please.
-Either you do it, or I will.

-But I'll go to prison.
-You brought it on yourself.

-Leigh --
-Miss Henry!

♪♪

♪♪

-Ready for work?

Before we go...

is everything all right with
you,
Streaky?

'Cause we heard that might be
in a bit of debt?

-Of course he's in
a bit of debt.

Half the wing is.
He's got no family.

The pittance he gets for work
has to go on prison canteen

because we don't get fed enough.

Prices keep going up
but wages don't.

How's he supposed to afford
the basics without borrowing?

-You're not helping, Mr. Moss.

-Neither are you.

-Let's go.

♪♪

-All right, come on,
last call, gents.

Education with me.
Gym with Mr. Campbell.

Workshop with Mr. Shah.

Let's go, please.

-You all right?
You look a bit peaky.

-Yeah, well, you have
that effect on me.

-Pub tonight?
[ Door slams ]

-About that --
-No! What?

You are not doing
what you always do

and cancel last minute.

Excuse me. What happened
to "New Day Leigh"?

she didn't last very long,
did she?

-Did you leave Patrick Morgan
in his cell like I asked?

-Yeah. And Hemmings.
-Hemmings? Why?

-Well, I thought you'd want
to talk to him straight away.

Haven't you heard?

-Like a rock 'n' roll star,
innit?

[ Mimics guitar ]

-Sit down.

Do you know why
I asked to see you?

We got the results back from
your last mandatory drug test.

-Well, then it's wrong.
I haven't used in weeks.

-No, you were clear
for illegal drugs.

But there was an abnormality
in your sample.

Healthcare want you to go
to hospital for some tests.

Try not to worry.
-It's nothing to do with me.

-Yeah, keep saying that but --

-It wasn't my piss.

[ Chuckles ]
Who uses their own?

-So whose was it?

Someone might have
a serious illness.

-Maybe kinder not to know,
then, innit?

-Ugh. [ Exhales ]

What happened to you, Wade?

-What?
-I keep trying to help you.

You keep throwing it back
in my face.

-Don't chat shit.

Whatever people like you do
is as much for you

as it is for me.
-Something must have happened,

something that means you can't
trust or be trusted.

-Shut up.
-So what was it?

-I said shut up!

-I'm gonna have to take you
out of your single,

so start looking for a padmate,

but you're staying on the wing
and on the PID.

I'm not giving up on you.
-You will.

-[ Sighs ]

Whose piss was it?

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-[ Sighs ]

[ Crying ]

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-[ Vomits and coughs ]

[ Spits ]

[ Gags ]

-[ Sighs ]

[ Toilet flushes ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

-Which officer is it?
-[ Chuckles ]

-You can't keep me locked
in here forever.

-Actually, I sort of can.

But I'm not going to.
-[ Chuckles ]

-How do you get hold
of your handler?

-Why?
-Because it's time to go.

-I'd need to organise a visit.
Which officer?

-Well, you'll find out
soon enough.

-Have you spoken to them?
-Mm.

-And?
-I told them to go to

the governor and confess.

-Well, you need to stop them.
-Why?

-Who is it?
-[ Sighs ]

-Look, like you said,
I will find out.

-Miss Gill.

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-[ Locks door ]

-Do you know who her contact is?

-Louis Costa.

-Right.

Well, that means that he's way
more trusted than we thought.

-You got what you came for.
-No, hey, look.

I'm here for more than just
the name of a bent screw.

Rose Gill is linked to Costa.
She's our way to get more.

-This stops now.
-Okay, I'm gonna tell you

exactly what happens next.

Rose Gill is gonna be arrested
along with Costa,

and she's gonna go to prison.

He'll just say, "No comment,"
and those at the top

will carry on getting away
with murder.

Look, I'm here for intel,
not evidence.

So if she does exactly
as she's told,

then I can keep
her name out of it.

-None of this is my concern.
I just want you out of here.

-I don't think you understand
what I'm saying.

We can keep her out of prison.

-I don't care.

-Really?

You of all people should know
what's gonna be like

for her in prison
as an ex-screw.

-She brought this all
on herself.

-Did she?

[ Clicks tongue ]

You don't know anything
about this gang.

They're gonna have people
on the inside, too,

and they are not gonna
want her to talk.

So you're gonna be
sentencing her to death.

This is her only chance.

♪♪

[ Door slams ]

-[ Sighs ]

-What's up?
-You heard Hemmings bullied

someone into...
-Yeah, yeah.

I heard he's literally
taking the piss now.

-I'm giving you information,
ain't I?

-Aye.
-Yeah, well, it was Larry.

-They, uh, found something
in his sample.

So they're taking him to
outside hospital for tests.

There's an escort at the gate,

but I think he's a bit scared,
bless him.

He was wondering
if you could take him.

-Me?

-You're pals, ain't you?

-Well, we both like
a crossword, but...

I'm not pals with any of 'em.
-No, I know that --

-Listen, I would, Jax, but I've
been on my feet all morning

and my knee is killing me.

Wish him all the best, though,
will you?

-All right.

-You sure those are gonna fit?

-Uh, yeah. Caught Dingle trying
to smoke 'em.

They're soaked in spice.

[ Sighs ]

So, uh, Ali reckons you're
a cross between Eric Clapton

and that bald fella from
Dire Straits on that thing.

-Ali wasn't supposed to
tell anybody anything.

[ Door opens ]

-You heard about Streaky?

He's been attacked
in the workshop.

-You're joking. Is he all right?

-No, someone's burnt his hand.

Of course,
no one's seen anything.

-Yeah.
So he is in debt then.

-Where's Miss Gill?
-Did you hear about Streaky?

-Miss Gill -- where is she?

-Oh, what happened to "Rose"?

-Where?
-[ Sighs ]

She said you sent her down
to the governor

for something or other,
I don't know.

♪♪

[ Radio beeps ]

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-[ Sighs ]

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-Can we talk?

-What's going on?

Just on my way
to see the governor.

-I need to know
why you did it.

-I thought you
weren't interested.

-Well, now I am.
-[ Sighs ]

-You're not stupid.

You must have known
what you were getting into.

So, why?

-My little brother, Dean,
lost some drugs.

A lot of drugs.

He owed a shit-tonne of money
to some really horrible people

and...and I took on his debt.

-That's the only reason
you became a prison officer?

-Yeah.
-So why'd you stay?

-Because the job weren't
what I thought it was.

And neither were you.

♪♪

How did you find out what I did?

-Everybody back to work now,
please!

Come on! Out you come!

-There's an undercover
police officer on the wing.

-The rumour's true?

-The gun you smuggled was used
in other shootings,

including that girl
that was killed on her way home

from college.

-[ Sighs ]

Which prisoner is it?

-I'm not telling you that.
-What, you don't trust me?

-The fewer people that know,
the better chance

I've got of keeping him alive.

-Well, why are you telling me?

-He says there's a way
to keep you out of prison.

-He knows it were me?

-He wants you to use
your connection to Louis Costa

to get information on the gang.

-[ Scoffs ]
-Rose.

You've got to do whatever
it takes to stay out of prison.

-What if prison
is what I deserve?

-You don't deserve to die.

Forget being ex-screw.

The gang will have people
inside.

-Doing this could be
just as dangerous.

If the gang found out
what I'm doing,

they'd kill me, wouldn't they?

And what about my family?

I'm sorry. I --

-What if doing this is
how we make things right?

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-Could all workers
please get their lazy arses

to the gates immediately?
You are now late!

-They're all saying because
of what happened to Streaky,

they're not going back
to the workshop.

Not until they're paid
properly or something.

-Right.

Follow me.

This you, is it?

-How is Streaky?
-Being used to cause trouble.

-No. People are just angry.
It's nothing to do with me.

-[ Scoffs ] Yeah, right.

Yeah, Oscar One
from Alpha One, over.

-Know what they're getting paid
to untangle headphones

all day for a big airline

paying big money
to the prison service?

-No.
-For a whole week's work,

they get what someone on the out
gets per hour on minimum wage.

-Is that a true fact?
-Yeah, it's a true fact.

Why should their time be worth
less than other people's, eh?

Do these companies even know
that the prisoners

don't get to see that money?

No wonder they're in debt, man.
Listen!

-Yeah.
-Pay minimum wage,

or nobody off C Wing goes back
to the noddy shop.

[ Door slams ]
-Oh, fuck's sake!

Oscar One from Alpha One, over.
[ Radio beeps ]

-So who was making the shank?

-Gonzo, in the workshop.

Now no one's going back to work,

I ain't got a weapon.
The meeting's any minute now.

-You ain't trying to get out
of this are you, Lulu?

-No.
-'Cause that strap was

your chance to prove yourself,

and you won't get any more.

Trust me on that.

-I know that.

-Pass me them peaches, then.

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-What's going on?

-Governor.

Were we expecting you?

-No.
I was hoping for a quiet word.

-Okay.

Well, shall we --
shall we talk in here?

-Yeah, sure.

Remember I told you I want
to arrange a good-news visit,

invite the prisons minister
herself,

show her how far we've come
since the shooting?

Well, I've made some progress,

and I want what you're doing
on C Wing

to be the centrepiece of it.

♪♪

[ Metal clatters ]

♪♪

I want to present C Wing
as a case study

and your responsibility agenda

as something that could be
rolled out more widely --

the PID desk,
utilising prisoners' skills,

the on-wing library.

And, uh, how's that mural
coming along?

-It's not quite finished.
Um, I'll tell you what,

um, why don't you pop back later
and surprise them?

-Yes, okay, I'll do that.
So what do you think?

-I think it's what
I've always wanted --

the chance to make
a real difference.

-Yeah, that's what I hoped
you'd say.

-Do you really think
they'll roll it out?

-Well, if we show it works,
why not?

It's cheap,
and what could be better

after all that's happened
than turning the spotlight

on C Wing for
all the right reasons?

-Thank you.

-It's not a favour, Leigh.
You've earned this.

But you need to provide me
with the ammunition --

no incidents or crises.

Keep a lid
on persistent rumours.

Can you do that?

-Of course.
-Good.

Oh, and one more thing.

What are you doing tonight?

-I've made other plans.

-Oh, who's the lucky chap?

-None of your business.

[ Door opens ]

[ Indistinct prisoner
conversations ]

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-Come look.

-[ Gasping ]

[ Mumbles and breathes heavily ]

-See it, Lulu? Look.

Easy as that.

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-Minimum wage?
They having a laugh?

We should lock
the whole place down.

I mean, why should we work
if they won't?

-We're not allowed to strike,
remember?

-Yeah, well, no wonder
fucking Moss gets ghosted

to a new nick every other week.

I mean, he's nothing
but trouble.

-I agree with him.

Do you know how much
they get paid?

I checked.

Prison wages haven't gone up
since 1997.

-Well, ours haven't gone up
much either.

-That doesn't make it right,
Don.

-Don't make it right? Mate.

They forfeited their rights.

Why do they get paid at all?

They get bed and board.

I mean, since when did breaking
the law become fucking salaried?

-Why does everything on
the canteen sheet

cost more
than it does on the out?

Wh-Wh-Why are their phone calls
so much more expensive?

-"Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh."

Because they are criminals!

-They're trying to survive, Gaz.

Do you know what it's like
to be working all the time

and still end up in debt
because you're hungry?

Huh?

At least Moss -- he's --
he's trying to do something

for the greater good.
-There's greater good

in what we're trying to do here
as well, Mr. Shah.

We won't get there
if this goes on.

-Amen.
-Nope.

♪♪

Mr. Moss?

-Oh, hello.

Uh, will you open up
the yard, please?

-It's raining.
-I know.

That's why I wanna go out,
feel the rain.

PSI 75-2011 states all prisoners
are entitled to a minimum

of 30 minutes per day
in the open air.

-Subject to weather conditions.

-All cancellations
to be recorded

by an authorised manager.

Have you done that?

-You know the governor can't
agree to paying minimum wage,

so what is it you really want?

-How does someone with your
skin colour wear that uniform?

-Do you know how many times
I've heard that?

-Hmm. They're building more
and more of these places

even though crime's falling,

filling 'em with younger
and younger men of colour,

paying 'em nothing,
making profits,

and calling it rehabilitation.
[ Laughs ]

It's actually called
the prison industrial complex.

It's racist, ableist,
and classist,

and you're helping run it.

-I'm trying to make things
better.

-You can't make slavery better.
[ Laughs ]

There's no good version of this.

Nah, the only good prison
is an empty one.

-I know all about abolitionism,

but I live in the real world.
-Listen.

They'll never let you
do anything that makes

any difference, not really.

The system will not tolerate it.

-You're wrong.

-You're fighting
the wrong battle.

-Maybe you are.

♪♪

This is the closest you've been
to your family

in -- in years, isn't it?

You never see your kids because

you're always
getting ghosted, right?

What if I guarantee that
you didn't get transferred

this time,
that you get to stay here?

Call off the strike.

-Just can't help yourself,
can you?

Exploiting man's like breathing.
Yeah.

I do want to stay here,

but it's not about what I want.

This is about doing
what's right.

Now, will you open the yard...

please?

-Everything all right?

You do know it's raining?

-Oy, oy!
Have you missed me?

Been a bit quiet, has it?

Well, you can kiss
fucking goodbye to that.

-Oh, look out.
Shop steward's back.

-Ugh. Mr. Prisoners' Rights.
Perfect.

Wait till he meets Moss.
-[ Chuckles ]

Look, sorry, boss.
Can I have a quick word, please?

-Sorry to hear about your lad.

-Yeah. His name were Toby.

I wanted to stay, do the job
for him, do him justice.

-[ Laughs ] Oh, justice?

You ain't gonna find any of that
in this place.

Anyway, how's my lad getting on?

-Streaky's definitely
had better days.

-What you been up to,
you clumsy twat?

♪♪

♪♪

-Listen, I-I can't be frontline,
not at the minute.

-Okay.

-[ Scoffs ] You're not even
gonna ask me why?

I'm pregnant.

Yeah.

-Isn't that --
-What I've always wanted?

-But I thought...

-Pat?
-But I thought Pat couldn't...

-Pat can't.

It was just a one-night thing.

Well, one-minute thing,
actually.

Happy hour at the club.

Look, I haven't told anyone,
except you, so...

-I mean, you shouldn't be
operational at all if you're --

-I know. Can we just
hang fire on that, all right?

'Cause I still haven't decided
what I'm gonna do yet, so...

-Where are the cleaners?

And they're not doing laundry.

They've downed tools,
haven't they?

-Leigh --
-I'll put you on light duties.

-Did you, uh, speak to her?
-It's a big decision.

You'll have to be patient.
-Well, that's not how I work.

-What do you mean?

-Oy.

-Give these to Moss, will you?
-Are you moving back in?

-Yeah, not a minute
too fucking soon.

-So can't you give it
to him yourself?

-I don't want anything
to do with him.

-I thought you two would be
as thick as thieves.

-Bring me the books and
the Braille translator as well.

I'm gonna be working,
not striking!

-You really don't want a name as
a screw boy, not at the moment.

-I can't help it
if screws talk to me.

-Oh. Up to you.

But the last con
Miss Henry got pally with

is now looking at
a whole life sentence.

I'm not saying they're
connected,

but plenty think they are.

-Who are you talking about?

-Stephen Childs.

-The guy who shot the officer?
-Mm-hmm.

-He was friendly
with Miss Henry?

-[ Scoffs ] Oh, aye.

-Okay.

-Mr. Moss.

I've spoken to the governor,
and as well as keeping you here,

he says if everybody
on the wing returns to work,

he's prepared to carry out
a jail-wide pay review.

-When?
-In the near future.

-Well, when's that?
-I don't know exactly, but...

I do know
that you can trust him.

-[ Snorts ]
-Also, given the canteen

price rises,
he's negotiated 10 percent off

all confectionery,
one week only.

-[ Laughs ]

What, you seriously want me
to go to people then with that?

That's an insult.

We're not children. We're men.

[ Laughs ]

-I thought you'd be the first
to back a strike.

-Oh, yeah, I believe in strikes.

In fact, I believe what
solidarity's left

should be used to form
a prisoners' union.

But I also believe in integrity,

and there is none of that
in what's going on here.

-What do you mean?
-Think about it.

Ask yourself who benefitted
from his attack.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Knock on door ]

♪♪

Ready for your
key worker meeting?

♪♪

♪♪

-See you later, Miss Gill.

♪♪

-Nah. I'm not moving again.

-Do you know why Streaky
only talks to a few people?

Because he's learnt it's safer,

and because people exploit him.

-What's he said?
-Nothing.

He don't need to say anything.

You set up the attack on him,
didn't ya?

So there's an excuse
for the strike.

-He'll get compensation.

-What, that makes it all right?

I thought you were trying
to help people.

What, was that all a lie?
-Debt isn't a lie.

-And if people don't work,
it's gonna make things worse.

-It gets worse
'cause we exploit each other

instead of fighting back
against the real enemy.

-There's gonna be more violence,
more self-harm,

more people who can't see
a way out of their debt!

-Please.

Don't report this.

I'll be ghosted again.

-You take the governor's deal
to the men.

-[ Chuckles ]
They won't accept that.

-You take it!

Or I'm reporting you.

-Are you all right?

-You've asked me that already.

-I know, but that were
for the form.

What's it actually like
in prison?

As a prisoner, I mean.

-Is this for the form as well?

What do you care?
-You're protecting me,

aren't you?

The question is,
why do you care about me?

-Because I do like you.

I'm sorry.

-Sorry for what?

♪♪

-Oh, sorry.

Not disturbing anything, am I?

-No.
-Good?

[ Door closes ]

-You've gone red.

-No, I haven't.

-Yeah, you really have.

-What are you sorry for?

-For Toby. Um, I...

I never said anything,
but I am.

♪♪

-I miss him.

He had a way of making
everyone feel dead important.

You didn't want
to let him down.

He believed in people...

in me.

I wish he were here now
to tell me what to do.

-About what?

♪♪

♪♪

It's lonely.

♪♪

You asked me what it was like
in prison.

First you hate the loneliness,

then you sort of welcome it,
and then...

...you get scared

that you might not be fit to be
with normal people ever again.

I tell you what I do when I've
got a tough decision to make.

I think of someone that I admire
and I ask myself,

what would they do?

-Who do you admire?

-I'd have to know you way better
before I told you that.

-Maybe one day.

-I hope so.

So maybe you should ask
yourself,

what would Toby do?

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-You were right.

What you were saying
first thing,

about taking responsibility.

I'll go to the governor
in the morning.

If it means prison, I'm ready.

-But what if this is how
you take responsibility?

-For Toby's death?
-Yes.

-Toby would never want me to lie
and manipulate someone.

-Well, he certainly wouldn't
want you to go to prison,

and he wouldn't
want you to die.

-I can't lie.

Not anymore.

[ Sighs ]
I've got to do this, Leigh.

-Mm.

-And you've gotta let me.

♪♪

I know.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-An empty promise and a discount
on Mars bars.

That's all it took.

You must be well pleased.

♪♪

-You're not off the hook yet.

♪♪

-What got them back to work?

-The deal, I suppose.

I'm as surprised as you are.

I told 'em you can be trusted
to keep your promises.

-Well, that's why I'm here.

To see the mural, remember?

-How you mean disturbed?!
-Swear down, every time I tried

to do it, a screw come in.
I never would have got it done.

Look, if I get caught,
I'm gonna do life, man.

The screws'll make every minute
of it hell on Earth.

I will do it.
I just have to be cleverer,

to not get caught.

Just give me more time.

-Well, I don't know much
about art, but this is...

wonderful, actually.

-You've made it a better place
for everyone.

That's no mean feat here.

-Well done.

It's another stop
on our VIP's itinerary.

Leigh, what about tonight?

You change your mind yet?

I've gotta work late anyway.

[ Indistinct prisoner
conversations ]

-Pft! We'll be finger painting
with 'em next,

singing protest songs
about prisoners' rights.

Do you wanna know why
you're not paid minimum wage?

Do you wanna know
why society's exploiting you?

Because that's how you pay
your fucking debt, that's why.

-Mr. Morgan,
a word about that app.

♪♪

The answer's no.

-Thought it might be.
So what now?

-We have to respect her
decision.

-Do we?
What about justice?

When did you stop
respecting that, Miss Henry?

-We can't make her do it.

-There is right
and there is wrong.

There is nothing in between.

-There's whole lives in between.

[ Water bubbling ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Oy!

-Aah!

[ Both shouting ]

-Not you.

♪♪

-Back in your cells now.

Let's go.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Bang up, Mr. Morgan.
What's the problem?

-Miss Henry tells me that you've
decided not to get the intel

I need from Louis Costa.

-What did you say?

-Here's why you're gonna
change your mind.

Because if you don't,
I've got information

that will guarantee,
at the very least,

that Leigh Henry never works
in the prison system again.

Her life will be over.

-What information?

-As of tomorrow,
you report to me.

You're gonna help me find out
who killed Katy Trent.

-What are you doing?
-I'm your new padmate.

-Sorry?

No, this is, uh...

This is a single.

-Not anymore.

♪♪

-No. No, no, hey, hey!

♪♪

-Never known Streaky
go for anyone.

-And you saw nothing?

-No, he just came
out of nowhere.

-So what'll happen to Moss now,
then?

Back on the ghost train,
I suppose.

-No. I promised if he ended
the strike, he'd stay.

Fights happen.

-Do you think there'll be
a quiz?

-Sod the quiz.
There's a band on tonight.

-Oh, he's not really
wearing his uniform, is he?

-What?
I'm proud of what I do.

So how's about it, Swiss?

Gonna show us what
the old six-string can do?

-Anybody else mentions
that fucking guitar, I'm off.

I'm serious.

-Lager top, please, mate!

♪♪

♪♪

-Fancy seeing you here.

-[ Chuckles ] I'm not the one
who hates pubs.

-Team drinks.

I thought you were working late.

-I was.
A few last-minute transfers,

including your Mr. Moss.

-Moss?

-Sorry about the whole
guitar thing, man.

It's my fault.

You're worried about Larry,
aren't you?

-I swore I'd never let myself
give a shit again.

-Again?

-There was a young guy,
years ago.

A good kid, wanted to turn
his life around.

So I helped him on the wing,
spent time with him,

even got to know his folks
a bit.

Well, he was released,
and about a year later,

I saw him in a pub.
He was with his mates,

I was with my family.
And we never let on, you know.

That's fine,
the way it should be.

But then later, I don't know,
maybe drink,

trying to be the big man,

came at me with a bottle.

"Screw! Fucking screw!"

I left covered in blood
and the kids crying

and I made myself
a promise that night.

You can never let yourself

get too close to anyone
in that place.

It only ends badly.

Are you okay?

-Outside.

♪♪

-Well, now I've finally
got you out, I mean,

you gonna at least
let me buy you a drink?

Come on.
-[ Scoffs and chuckles ]

Yeah, go on, then.
-Don't tell me.

Vodka and orange juice,
hold the orange juice.

-Eh, nah.
Other way round tonight.

-What, just straight-up OJ?

-Yeah, I just, uh,
not been feeling the best, so...

-Not on light duties, are you?

-[ Sighs ]

-Whose is it?

-[ Scoffs ]

-Fucking hell.
-Look, I've only just found out.

-I'm still deciding what to do,
all right?

So just leave it, yeah?

And get me some crisps.

-[ Exhales ] Yeah.

♪♪

-How could you do that to Moss?

-Don't make this personal.

-You lied to him. And me.

-Leigh, we agree
on lots of things,

but I have to look
at the bigger picture.

I don't just answer to you,
and we can't have inmates

causing that level
of disruption,

not with this visit in the wind.

-Oh, the system
won't tolerate it?

-Yeah. Exactly.

Sorry. Just need to trust me.

-Then you need to not lie.

Not to me. Not ever.

♪♪

-I should be getting back.

♪♪

♪♪

-You did what?!

-Moss --
he was meant to scald me,

but not too bad, and I'd say
I didn't see who it was,

and then I'd claim compensation.

Streaky...

he thought I was being attacked.

-Nobody needs money that bad.

-I-I-I do, Don. I do.

-Why?

-I've been sleeping in my car,
and, uh...

I owe so much that I can't...

-All right.

All right.

You're coming home with me.

♪♪

-What are you doing?

-Will you help me?

-Where's all this from? Moss?

-It was my idea.
-What?

You set up
the attack on yourself?

Why?
-Compensation.

-Well, you needn't bother now.
I've paid off all your debts.

-But I borrowed more.
-What?

-For a new radio. For you.

To say thank you.

-[ Chuckles ] You daft sod.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Another round, yeah.

♪♪

-Are you not gonna tell them?

That you're leaving.

-I'm not.

I'm not leaving.

I'm gonna do it.

-I thought you couldn't lie
anymore.

-Like you said,

this could be how we make amends
for everything.

♪♪

-In my last jail,

that's what they done
in the noddy shop --

stuck the stickers on the fruit
for the supermarkets.

Dickheads.

-I know how to do it.

Know how to prove I'm ready
to step up.

-I think Costa likes me.

-I reckon Miss Gill
might be into me.

-And if I'm right...

-I can get her on her own, away
from the rest of the wing...

-...I can get whatever
information I need to

and be free of all this forever.

-...I can kill her
and get away with it.

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