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[Stereophonics
"I Wouldn't Believe Your Radio"
plays]

Colin: Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

I'm about to fuck up,
so what else is new?

* Traveling through

* A tunnel under sea

* You never know
if it cracks in half *

* You're never
ever gonna see me *

* But you can have it all
if you like *

* You can have it all
if you like *

* And you can pay for it
the rest of you life...*

* Life...

Ah, shit.

* I wouldn't believe
your wireless radio *

* If I had myself
a flying giraffe *

* You'd have one
in a box with a window *

* You can have it all
if you like *

* You can have it all
if you like *

* And you can pay for it

* The rest of your life...

[breathing heavily]

* Life

Georgina: This is what
I call my memory corner.

That forget-me-not
reminds me of my first love.

That cockscomb invokes
my late husband.

Oh, this dianthus,
this came from a cutting
my mother gave me.

Hmm.

And I always think of my
daughter every time I look
at a primrose.

* So you can have it all
if you like *

* You can have it all
if you like *

Colin: I know how hard
this must be for you
to understand.

It's hard enough for me.

[car skidding]

I mean, why would any guy
go an violate his parole

when he's already spent
half his life behind bars?

It's about bloody time.

Call it unfinished business,
if you like.

All I know is that nicking
a bunch of flowers

is a bloody sight different

than what they put me
away for at 18.

The time I spent inside
was hell on earth.

But in a way
I welcomed it.

I guess I felt I deserved it
after what I'd done.

After 15 years, I had accepted
that this was what my life
would always be.

But a year
before I met you...

all that changed.

We have some news which
might be of interest
to you.

We're transferring you to Her
Majesty's prison, Edgefield,

a more progressive
institution.

We consider you to be an ideal
candidate for the work that
they're doing there.

Congratulations.

You've been
reclassified
to category D.

It's taken me a long time
to get used to this place.

And I don't fancy the change,
so, if you don't mind,

I'll stay put.

So this is what
fresh air smells like.

Guard: Follow me.

I'm Governor Hodge.

And this is our
head of lifers, Mr. Dudley.

You gentlemen have been selected
from prisons across the country

to join other inmates
in our open system.

As you may have noticed
when you arrived,

there no high walls, razor wire
fences or security cameras.

Nothing to stop you
walking away.

Here at Edgefield,
we function on trust.

Show us
you can be trusted...

and you're
well on your way
to being paroled.

However,

if we detect any signs
of anti-social behavior,

you will be immediately
transferred back

to a secure prison.

Am I dreamin' or are they
serving us tea and biscuits?

Holly is from
the WRVS.

The Women's
Royal Voluntary
Service.

Run the visitor's canteen.

Holly, I'd like you to meet
our new arrivals.

Hello.

Help yourselves
to tea, gentlemen.

You must be parched.

Come on.
Don't be timid.

I can recommend
the chamomile.

Chamomile it is, then.

[scoffs]

Tell me.

Not bad, eh?

Yes, it's all right.

My name is Fergus.
Fergus Wilks.

Yeah. Dudley told me
you'd be arriving today.

And I've been
looking forward
to meeting you.

My last bunk mate
achieved his freedom

uh, over two
months ago.

And it's a bit, um,
solitary in here,
you know?

Yeah, it'll be good
to have someone to pass
the time of day with.

Listen, mate, I keep
myself to myself.

I'm not looking to bond
with no one.

I'm just gonna do my time,
keep my nose clean. All right?

Perfectly
understandable.

I felt
the same way myself

when I was
your age.

But after awhile,

I found my own company

pretty damned boring,

if you want to know
the God's honest truth.

Oi! Watch it,
old man!

Fuck!
For fuck's sake!

I-I-I'm
really sorry.

Sorry.

Jesus.

I don't like
that fellow.

Strange one,
isn't he?

What's he in for?

He's a menace to society,
like the rest of us.

What you in for,
then?

Half way through
a six stretch for
armed robbery.

You?

Murder.

Same here.

I'm innocent.

I'm not. Caught me
on video, didn't they.

You're a bit of
an early bird, aren't you?

Oh, yeah. Shit, shaved and
showered before I even put
me two feet on the floor.

Oh, by the way.

A word of advice.
They're going to put
you lads to work today.

Do yourself a favor,
and steer clear
of building maintenance.

Laundry.
That's the place
to be.

Come winter,
when everybody's
balls are frozen,

you'll have the warmest seat
in the house.

I, um,
[clears throat]

I've a certain influence
in laundry matters.

In fact, the governor
doesn't let anyone touch
his shorts but me.

Not a lot of people
know that.

Dudley: This is not a holiday
camp. Everyone works here.

No free rides, not for
the governor, not for me,

and certainly not for you lot.

Whilst at Edgefield you'll be
required to work a job where
you'll learn a trade

and thus be prepared
for employment upon
your release.

Together, you and I
will find the job
which suits you best.

We have half a dozen
job options for you, Mr. Briggs.

Yet Dudley informs me
you remain unemployed.

How so?

I don't care
where you put me.

It's not a question of
where we put you,
Mr. Briggs.

It's more a question
of where you put
yourself.

It's all the same to me.

It doesn't make a scrap
of difference whether
I'm doing laundry,

peeling potatoes or
carving rocking chairs
out of oak trees.

With my record,
when I do get out of here,

I'll be lucky enough
to get any bloody job at all.

So, you know, whatever.

You leave me no choice
but to make the decision
for you.

[toilet plunger thumps]

[grunting]

Where you going?

- Home.
- Can I come?

Very funny.

Why don't you stay
and watch me play?

I already have.
You're terrible.

Oh, yeah?

I'm a bloody marvel, me.

Can I help you?

What's wrong
with him?

He's in for his
chemotherapy
treatment.

Cancer.

Yes.

Along with retinitis
pigmentosa,

osteoporosis,

and arthritis
in his feet.

Do me a favor,
don't tell him I came here.

[chatter]

[sighs]

Did you miss me?

Didn't even notice
you were gone.

You were right about
building maintenance.

It stinks.

[chuckles]

[coughs]

Thanks for saving
me plant.

I just gave it
a bit of water,
that's all.

Sometimes it takes
very little to
put things right.

[Christmas music plays]

Here you are.
Merry Christmas.

Whoa. Not too much,
that's it.

Is he still
telling his mates
his daddy's dead?

Go and speak
to him, Jimmy,

but don't
expect too much.

Well then.

I hear your school
is going great.

Tony, you've got
a stiffie.

So?

It's against
regulations.

[record scratches]

[rock music plays]

Colin, I'd like
you to meet
me sister, Mary.

I've told her
so much about you.

I'm no good
with families.

Fuck, you're
becoming a bore.

Well, you can
have these,
anyway.

Merry Christmas, Colin.

Oh, for fuck's sake,
don't do this.

Too late. I've done it
already, haven't I?

You're sure this
is a good spot?

Give me the seeds.

[coughs]

You all right?

Fine.

You know it's a total
waste of time, don't ya?

It's so cold those
little buggers don't
stand a chance.

They said that
about me,
didn't they?

But I proved
them wrong.

I turned
me life around.

"Turned your
life around."

What are you
talking about?

You're a blind,
crippled old fart

who's been
locked up
all his life.

Even if you get paroled
you won't have any
time left to enjoy it.

I'll never be
paroled, Colin.

- What?
- Nah.

I'm one of the few
in here who will
never walk out.

I'll spend the rest of
me days in Edgefield.

Yay!

What a ball!
What a ball!

Cheers,
Holly.

Hello, Tony.

Hi.

[chuckles]

Oh, it's really sweet.

But it's against
regulations.

I know it is.
I know.

Will you just put it
in your hair?

It's just,
just lovely.

Where'd you
find it?

I found it growing
near the pitch.

Um, I'd better
get back.

They got no chance
without me.

[both chuckle]

I'll see you
later, yeah?

Spring is here.

What?

You can't see
a bloody thing.

I don't know why
you bother with
those specs.

They hide
me wrinkles.

[sighs]
I've got better things
to do, you know.

Knew we should've
marked the spot.

You know, I'm sorry,
old man. I've had
enough of this.

Colin?

You've found them,
haven't you?

Yes.

Are they beautiful?

Very.

They never stood
a chance, Fergus.

I told you.

It's all about
defying the odds.

Adversity is
your ally, Colin.

What?

Make friends
with your
misfortunes.

Otherwise you'll
always be angry.

Toss it back,
will ya?

What did you go
and do that for?

You ruined our
bleedin' flowers.

I what?

Look, from now on,
this area is off limits.

Hey, lads,
come and get this.

Player:
What's up?

The football pitch
is now off limits.
Want to know why?

Why?

Because we trampled
their little pansies.

Oh, dear, now wouldn't
that be a catastrophe?

Well, if it
ain't the lilies
of the field.

Look here. I don't
think we give a shit

about your
fucking flowers.

Player:
Go on, Raw!

[whistle blows]

That will do.

Hodge: We don't look upon
altercations very fondly
here at Edgefield.

Much less those
resulting in
bloodshed.

And all over a...

pansy?

A violet, sir.

A double violet,
actually.

A double violet?

An ascended one,
at that.

In this terrible
limestone
soil of ours?

[sighs]

Hodge: Pity.

And your football
inflicted this damage?

Raw: We didn't
see no bleeding
flowers, sir.

We were just
playing.

Raw, if you and your teammates
want to continue playing
football

you will have to assist
Mr. Briggs and Mr. Wilks

in their
horticultural endeavor.

Our what?

Mr. Briggs, you've just cleaned
your last toilet.

And you have
your green fingers
to thank for it.

That's bollocks, sir.

These flowers are a fluke.
I don't know nothing about--

Gentlemen...

a new work program has just
been born here at Edgefield.

Gardening.

Gardening, sir.

That's right, Dudley.
Gardening.

Raw: Look at
the buds on this.

- I'd like to get
a whiff of that.
- Guys, listen.

The governor is expecting
a proper garden by next spring.

And from what I've read,
it ain't gonna be easy.

I'd take laundry
duty any day
over this shit.

This here
is women's work.

Yeah. I mean,
look here, Briggs.

I think we'd gladly
give up football.

But gardening ain't
for the likes of us.

They're right, Fergus.
Who are we kidding?

We're no bloody
gardeners.

I saw the look in
your eyes when you
spotted those flowers.

And it was love
at first sight.

We've been prisoners
long enough, Colin.

Let's be gardeners.

[toilet flushing]

Fergus: Now
think about it.

This was the
governor's idea,
right?

Raw: Yes, sir.

And who do you think
carries the most weight

when your parole
review comes 'round?

The governor.

Right.

So we plant
a nice little garden

and you lads
stand to get

the governor's personal
recommendation for release.

Now, not a bad idea,
wouldn't you agree?

So let's just get on
with it and cut the crap,
shall we?

Colin: We prepared
a list of things we need, sir.

Um...

Well, there's
a fork and spade,
obviously.

A pair of shears.

Some branch loppers.

And don't forget
the hoe.

Oh, yeah. A hoe.

And a weed wand.

A weed wand.
How interesting.

Oh, it's a wonder.
It's this nifty
little gadget.

Looks a bit like
a bicycle pump

with a blowtorch
on the end of it.

Just aim it at them
nasty little weeds

pull the trigger
and blam! Nukes them
right down to the roots.

Anything else,
gentlemen?

Um, hats and
gloves, I suppose.

Yeah.

Tony?

A bottle of
suntan lotion
would be nice.

Indeed it would.

And have you calculated
the cost of all these items?

Yes, sir.
We've prepared a budget.

Very well.

I, too, have prepared
a budget.

You want in, my love?

Are you
sure this is a good idea?

Don't you think
you're pushing it a bit

putting spades and forks
in the hands of murderers?

"The best place to seek
God is in a garden.

You can dig for him
there."

George Bernard Shaw.

This would do,
wouldn't it?

Hmm...

What do you
think, Colin?

I don't know,
ya know.

We're still begging
for sunlight.

We're in England.
Don't build your
hopes up.

- Come on.
- Yeah?

No, it's
no good.

My God, Susan,
have you read
all these?

No.

Then it's high time
someone did.

Georgina Woodhouse says
it all comes down to
two basic questions:

What do you want
your garden to do

and what flowers
do you want to grow.

Fergus, what do I want
my garden to do?

I thought it was
our garden, Colin.

80, 81, 82, 83,
84, 85.

Don't tell me
what to do, Briggs.

Look, just hang on
a minute.

I'm tired of waiting.
This spot's as good
as any.

Why are you always
in such a hurry
all the time?

'cause I ain't gonna
be here for the rest
of my life like you.

I'm gonna get out there,
I'm gonna make savin'
of meself.

Oi! I asked you
not to do that.

I ain't standing
on no fuckin'
sidelines.

I got just
as much say
in this as anyone.

Look at me, right?

The daffodils
think I'm right.
Here.

Who said anything
about fuckin'
daffodils?

- Hey!
- Hey, boy!

If you
don't mind,

the old man will decide
where the garden goes.

[Tears For Fears
"Sowing The Seeds Of Love"
plays]

* High time
we made a stand *

* And shook up the views
of the common man *

* And the love train
runs from coast to coast *

* DJ's the man
we love the most *

* Could you be, could you be
squeaky clean *

* And smash any hope
of democracy *

* As the headline says
you're free to choose *

* There's egg on your face
and mud on your shoes *

* One of these days they're
gonna call it the blues *

* Sowing the seeds
of love *

* Seeds of love

* Sowing the seeds
of love *

* Seeds of love

* Sowing the seeds
of love *

* I spy tears in their eyes

* They look to the sky for some
kind of divine intervention *

* Food goes to waste so nice
to eat so nice to taste *

* Politician granny
with your high ideals *

* Have you no idea how
the majority feels *

I'm leaving, Tony.

Today's my last day
at Edgefield.

Why?

Because!

Every time I look at you
I get all wobbly.

The feelings I have for you
are totally inappropriate.

And before I bring further
dishonor to the Women's Royal
Voluntary Ser--

Meet me in the woods
behind the garden.

You see this?

Hampton Court Palace
flower show.

Biggest in the
world it is.

Oh, my God.
Oh, let's enter.

Ha! You're
dreaming,
old man.

Look, I've never won
an award in my entire life.

This could be
me big chance.

You want something
to show off
at the picnic.

All right,
now it's time...

to germinate.

With a little
cooperation
from mother nature

we should have a jolly
nice little garden
come this spring.

"Her Majesty's
Prison Edgefield

"more closely
resembles life on
a university campus

"than a citadel of
reform for Britain's
worst blight.

"the so-called
open prison

"is in fact an
open invitation
to disaster."

Bastards.

Why does your family
never come to visit you?

They want nothing
to do with me.

Will you never tell me
why you're in here?

If God could find it
in his heart to forgive me
after what I've done

He's not going to quibble
over your sins, lad.

You sure about that,
are you?

I killed my wives.

I passed the first two
off as accidents, but

when I got around
to the third...

it wasn't the police
that worked it out.

I gave myself up.

I'd come to terms
with the fact that

alcohol turned me
into something terrible.

I'd say.

I'll be doing porridge
till the day I die.

Which could be any time,
my friend.

Not many more opportunities
for heart-to-hearts.

I'm not
the confessing type.

We're startin' up
a vegetable garden next.

Fancy them more
than the flowers.

That's what I'm gonna do
when I get out.

Gonna be a gardener.

What do you think
of that, John?

Mom says that you
won't be until I'm
away at university.

No I won't. I'm gonna be out
in about 18 months.

That'll be up to
the parole board, Jimmy.

I went ahead and
painted it for meself

just in case I don't
make it to spring.

You'll make it.

Splendid.

Just splendid.

It's a great day
for you, gentlemen.

And a great day
for Edgefield.

What did
I miss?

What did
I miss?

I was just telling
your colleagues

how pleased I am with
your horticultural
endeavor, Mr. Wilks.

We now have heaven
under our feet

as well as
over our heads.

I'm such a fan,
Mrs. Woodhouse.

Uh, to Margery.

I have one quick question.

I have an unruly
cotoneaster shrub.

What should I do?

Go for the chop, dear.

Give it a nice haircut.

One must never be afraid
to use one's loppers.

Thank you very much,
Mrs. Woodhouse.

And who should I
inscribe this to?

To Colin, Fergus, Tony,
Jimmy, and Raw.

Raw?

Mrs. Woodhouse, I was
wondering if you might
be so kind

as to visit a garden that
my husband's employees
have planted.

They did it all
on a micro-budget

and they were completely
inspired by your writings.

Hello. I'm frightfully
sorry.

But now that my mother's
coming to an end,

we're looking forward
to a cup of coffee.

Well, splendid.
We can give you one.

We're only ten minutes
from here.

Please. It would mean
so much to the men.

Primrose, you don't say
"We're at an end."

You say "We're on
a punishing schedule
and we're running late."

I simply can't
tell lies the way
you can.

I can't.

I blush up
like nobody's
business.

Social know-how
isn't lies, Primrose.

The woman didn't say
anything about a prison,
did she?

Such a jumble,

all these disconnected
dabs of color.

I really rather like it.

Who would've thought
that the dogtooth violet

would be so compatible
with that straggling group
of daphne mezereum.

Really, quite a success
considering that arctic
winter of ours.

How about a big smile,
Mrs. Woodhouse?

I beg your pardon.

I hope you don't
mind, Mrs. Woodhouse,

but, uh, open prison's
been the brunt of such
bad press lately

we thought Edgefield
could use some good
PR for a change.

If you'll just stand
in the middle next
to the prisoners.

Thank you.
Darling.

So, Mrs. Woodhouse,

what do you think of
a garden made
by murderers?

Murderers?

Just one or two
of them, ma'am.

I really rather like it.

Ma'am, perhaps you
and your daughter

would care to join us
all for lunch.

Thank you all
very much.

But we're on
a punishing schedule
and we're running late.

It's been
a long morning.

We'd be delighted
to join you.

Good.
This way.

Mr. Briggs, have you
always had green fingers?

Only when
he picks
his nose.

Don't mind
him, ma'am.

Too many blows
to the head.

Well, actually, I just
started gardening about
6 months ago.

Oh, so then
you have
made strides.

Nothing you couldn't do,
I'm sure.

I'm afraid, in my case,
the apple fell far
from the tree.

To my mother's
profound disappointment

I'm a total disaster
in the garden.

Really?

Oh, her father
was even worse.

Refused to get out
of the hammock.

Of course,
the gin and tonics
didn't help.

So, tell me.

What stops you chaps
from just, you know,
absconding?

Well, that'd be
stupid, mum.

There's too much
at stake.

We'd go straight
back to a closed
prison.

And we've all seen
our share of dark days
at Wormwood Scrubs.

All right,
gentlemen.

Back to your duties.

It was an honor
to meet you,
Mrs. Woodhouse.

Watch out for slugs
and sooty mold.

They can absolutely
make life hell.

Bye. And best
of luck to you,
Mr. Briggs.

So tell me, who did what
and to whom?

It's quite a notion
for a prison, isn't it?

The tomatoes are
more confined than
the prisoners.

Now you sound like
our local member
of parliament.

"The only way prison
works is to keep
people locked up."

If our MP had his way,

Gerald would never
be allowed to let the men out
on work release programs.

Work release?

I don't suppose
this would qualify,

but I've been
commissioned by
a lovely couple

to do their gardens
at Ozlebury House.

My own gardeners
are so over-extended

they're going
to stage a mutiny
if I ask them.

*

Hello!

This way.
Over here.

Oh, Primrose, go and see
if our clients are around.

Sure they'd love
to meet the boys.

No one's called me a boy
since 1929.

Some have it all,
Raw.

The rest have fuck-all.

That's the way
the mop flops.

Some people,
they see this as just
a mound of earth.

But I, on the other hand,
see it as a commencement

of our homage
to the goddess Flora.

Oh, hello!

- Hello!
- Hello, everybody!

Oh, Georgina, darling.

[smooches]

So kind of you all
to give Georgina a hand.

I'm Laurence.
This is Nigel.

How do you do?

Anything we can do
to make your time at
Ozlebury more enjoyable,

don't hesitate to ask.

I do hope you like
shepherd's pie.

And we have trifle
for dessert.

Right! Well,
excuse us.

We've got
work to do.

Go on,
off you go.
Off you go.

Off you go,
Falstaff.

- I'll see you later.
- Bye.

Let's get started.

No more lectures.

And hosting yet
another benefit

for the Orchid Society
is equally abhorrent.

No! No!

You can't treat
wisteria so cruelly!

You cut into the hardwood,
it'll never flower
next year.

- Tony, Tony, Tony...
- Sorry. Uh, I don't know.

You'll have to settle
those dates with Primrose.
Primrose! Primrose!

- Where is she?
- [loud buzzing]

Oh, no.

Oh, no!
Oh! Oh, no.

[yelling]

Ah! Oh!

Tea time!

- [Georgina gasping]
- Primrose!

Bag! Bee!
My adrenaline!

[Georgina gasping,
wheezing]

Just a little honeybee,
Mrs. Woodhouse.

Perfectly
harmless.

It may be just a little
honeybee to you,

but it could be
death to me, Raw.

Let it alone!
I'll get it.

We need to get her
to hospital.

She'll be
all right,
won't she?

Yes, yes. It's
an allergic reaction.

Nothing too serious.

The only time she gets
a week's rest.

All right.

See you then, then.

Oh, no. I'll be by tomorrow
morning to collect you all.

Mother's orders.

*

What the devil
is he up to?

I'm only just
beginning
to imagine.

Tony! We do have
a loo, you know.

Nigel, you're
a spoilsport.

[chuckles]

Morning,
sweetheart.

Oh, that's from "the lady
and the unicorn" series.

The lady and her
handmaiden are holding
clove scented carnations.

Don't go for carnations
much, me.

- [chuckles]
- What did you pay
for it?

Oh, couldn't put
a price on it.

It's been in my family
for over 400 years.

I hope you got
a good alarm system.

Falstaff's the only
alarm we need.

Aren't you, boy?

How's everything
going, Mr. Briggs?

Good. How's
your mother?

They took her off
the defibrillator today.

Glad to hear it.

You don't fancy
giving me a hand,
do you?

Oh, no. I'd be
more of a hindrance
than a help.

Oh, don't be silly.
Come and help me
with this.

No, don't be so timid.
If you just go for it,

just rip it apart.
That's it.

Right. Okay. Now we
place it in the ground.

Hmm?

We're home.

Well, you know
what I mean.

That's all right.
It is my home.

I think mother will be
really pleased with
what you've done.

Thanks,
Miss Woodhouse.

Primrose.

It's a lovely name.

I despise it.

Good night.

Guys. Guys,
we're out of here.

Cheers,
Miss Woodhouse.

I know, babe, I know.

I - just wait. Wait.

Listen. Listen to me.
Shush. Don't go worrying
about money.

All right?
I'm gonna figure it out.

[gasps]
Oh, Tony.

What have we done?

Silver foliage?

It was quite clear
in my design that
I wanted purple foliage.

[sighs in disgust]
When this clay soil
grows cold in the winter.

The silver will
never survive.

- Yes, it will.
I've seen to it.
- Oh, have you?

A problem that's plagued
the gardeners of Gloucestershire
for over two centuries.

I think that if you plant simple
quartz crystals in the clay
they radiate warmth.

They don't interfere
with the roots

and they don't add any
chemical compounds

to upset the clay's
natural pH balance.

Upon what do you base
this conclusion?

I've been experimenting
at Edgefield.

There's loads of
clay and quartz around there.

I suppose that no one's
ever bothered to mix
the two together.

[chuckles]
No, I don't suppose
they have.

Well, Mr. Briggs,
you have quite a future.

*

They're the most brilliant
and talented prisoners
you'll ever meet.

The work they did for me
at Ozlebury House was
simply stupendous.

One in particular has
a great deal of talent.

I wish to sponsor them
in their first show garden.

At Hampton Court?

I can just see the front page
of the Daily Mail

on opening day.

"Her majesty surrounded
by murderers, rapists and such."

Now there's a photo op.

It might do
us some good.

It's sure to boost
attendance.

Well, I'm
against it.

We have the public safety
to consider.

[knuckles crack]

My personal recommendation
has paved the way

for many an upstart's
entree

into this charmed circle.

Including yours, Julian.

Let us not forget what
Her Majesty, the Queen,

had to say on the subject.

"Gardening has been
a national obsession
for centuries.

"There cannot be any other
occupation

"that absorbs equally every
section of society."

*

We're going
to Hampton Court.

Oh, brilliant!
Brilliant!

- Ah, great! Ah, lovely!
- Hampton Court!
Hampton bloody Court!

Raw! Raw!

"Hampton Court Palace."

[Sting "Twenty-Five to Midnight"
plays]

* Train I ride
don't be slow *

* If your whistle can blow

* Fifteen miles
down the track *

I'm thinking of
a field of tulips

with a bubbling brook running
through middle of them.

And a wooden chute
overflowing with poppies.

What about
doing something
typically English

but with
a tropical slant?

Recreating Stonehenge
in Hawaii.

I was thinking
about a vegetable garden

like, on the moon?

A scented garden
would be nice.

Chock full of
English roses.

Honeysuckle.
Lilies.

I'm seeing wild flowers,
all shapes and sizes.

Bluebells, sunflowers,
daisies--

Daisies. Tulips.
Fucking bluebells.

I can't take
this anymore.

You lot are a disgrace
to the prison system.

* 'Cause she said
she won't wait *

* She'll just go
marry Jack *

* So there's
no turning back *

* And it's twenty-five
to midnight *

* And fifteen miles of track

* Twenty-five to midnight

* And fifteen miles of track

Greek legend tells us
that when Aphrodite

was hurrying to the side
of her dying lover, Adonis,

she was scratched by a thorn,
as she pushed her way

through a white rose hedge.

And forever after,
the blooms have been
tinted red with her blood.

I think a scented garden's
a lovely idea for Hampton Court.

It was
Fergus's
choice.

His sense of smell is
one of the few things
he's got that still works.

Primrose, did you
know that

a white rose
signifies purity,

a yellow rose marks
the end of an affair,

and a red rose
signifies passion?

Really?

I-I never knew that.

*

How's that?

Not too hot, I hope.

Now, then...

This comes from
Miss Georgina's private supply.

The caviar of them all,
it is.

Now listen.

I don't want you getting
stressed out

just because you're in
the mother of all garden shows.

I mean,
it's hard to believe, I know.

But just because you come from
a little prison garden

doesn't mean to say you can't
compete with the big boys.

You can.

You've got just as much chance
as any of the others.

You know, Susan,

I think we've got a chance
at a prize at Hampton Court.

I truly do.

I hope so,
sweetheart.

TV newsman: And now back
to rural crime.

Jane Cavandish reports
from Ozlebury House.

Jane: Can you tell us
exactly what happened?

Laurence: We arrived home
from the opera to find
the entire house ransacked.

Nigel: Yes, they took it all.

Irreplaceable
artifacts
dating back

to the 16th century.
It's a devastating loss.

- Gerald.
- Nigel: Simply devastating.

Jane: I know the police
are investigating

but do you have any idea
who might have done it?

No, none at all.

Well, obviously,
you have to consider
the prisoners

from Her Majesty's Prison
Edgefield, don't you?

I believe they were doing
some work in your garden
only a month ago.

Isn't that correct?

The perpetrator of the crime
was apprehended this morning
in Bristol

boarding a train.

He had a plan
of Ozlebury House on him.

Says he bought it off
one of the gardeners.

Hodge: The police suspect
one or all of you men.

I'm giving you
until tomorrow
morning to sort out

which of you sold
those house plans.

If I don't hear
anything by then,

you'll all be shipped
back to a real prison.

Is that clear?

This couldn't have
happened at a worse time.

What about
the flower show?

Canceled.

What you
looking at?

You were the only one
of us who set foot
in the house.

They invited me
in for a piss.

Little shit!

Whoa. Boys, boys.

I swear on
my baby's eyes it wasn't me!

Raw. Mate.

You short termers always,

always screw it up
for us lifers.

Sarah, if the kid
hears about that robbery
over at Ozlebury House

you tell him I had
nothing to do with it.

All right?
Nothin' whatsoever.

And you tell him
about Hampton Court

because I'm sick
of disappointing him.

Raw, where you going?

I'd rather sleep
in the potting shed
than stay here.

Cheers, mate.

Radio:
Next week our guest
is Georgina Woodhouse,

to tell us all about
the Hampton Court Palace
flower show,

the blockbuster gardening
event of the summer.

The outdoor gardens represent
the cream of the world's
horticultural talent;

today's big names
and the stars of
the future,

all of whom will be
digging for victory.

*

[dog barking in distance]

*

Hodge: Minister,
it's one black mark

on an otherwise
untarnished record.

That's still
one too many

from the point of view
of public confidence.

After all,
the young man is
still at large.

Don't close us in,
Peggy.

Most of these men are
coming to the end of
some very long sentences.

They've got to
be prepared.

If they're not,
they're far more likely

to commit
further offenses.

We've been in the outfit
a long time, Gerald.

You know I respect
the work you're doing
here at Edgefield.

But until this
thing cools down,

all work release
programs

in the private sector
are suspended.

*

Does the Secretary of State

support or decline
the prisoner's release?

Here's the
letter, sir.

I see from your file
you've served

the greater part
of your sentence.

You feel you're ready
to rejoin society?

I would imagine that
I'm the only one here

who knows what it means
to have taken a life.

You think about
it every day.

And you wish that someone
would just come and take yours
and get it over with.

But then one day...

you discover
that you can give life.

Create life.

Grow something that needs
caring, feeding.

To those of you sitting here
thinking that

rehabilitation through
gardening just sounds
too stupid to swallow,

that's your right.

But most of my life was spent
in a bang-up jail

and a prisoner is all I thought
I'd ever be.

But today,
whether you parole me or not,

I no longer think
of myself that way.

I'm a gardener.

I'm a gardener.

Bloody good one,
as well.

And to any of you wrestling with
your own unresolved issues,

you know, displaced anger,
that sort of thing,

I recommend it highly.

Good-bye, lads.

Do your best for me
while I'm away.

I'll try and visit you
as much as I can.

I'll miss you.

- I'll miss you, too.
- [Jimmy chuckles]

Ah, go on.

Hope I never
see you again.

[sighs]

Make sure you bag
the roses at the first
sign of frost. Yeah?

I won't forget.

You can depend
on me, son.

I was 18
and totally wasted

the night I caught them
together.

She was the girl
I was planning to marry.

He was my brother.

My baby brother.

I lost it.
[sighs deeply]

I just went for him.
I--

I didn't know what
I was doing.

When he stopped fighting back
I realized what I'd done.

My mum and dad never
spoke to me after that.

They acted as if both
their boys died that night.

All I got left of him
is a photograph.

Take this with you

to the outside.

I don't want it
to die in here
with me.

Remember, Briggs,
one small fuck-up

and you'll be straight
back to Edgefield.

Now then, you sure
you don't need a lift?

No, thanks.

Sorry about
Hampton Court.

It meant just
as much to me
as it did to you.

I know it did, sir.

Good luck
out there.

Good luck
in here.

Dudley: We just lost
our best gardener.

[U2 "All I Want Is You" plays]

* You say you want

* Diamonds
on a ring of gold *

* You say you want

* Your story
to remain untold *

* But all the promises
we make *

* From the cradle
to the grave *

* When all I want

* Is you

I hope you like it.

It's all I could find
in your price range.

* You say
you'll give me *

* A highway
with no-one on it *

* Treasure, just
to look upon it *

* All the riches
in the night *

* You say
you'll give me *

- You okay?
- Yeah.

* Eyes in the moon
of blindness *

* A river
in a time of dryness *

* A harbour
in the tempest *

It's been
a long time,
Primrose.

For me
as well.

* From the cradle
to the grave *

15 years.

* When all I want
is you *

Well, not quite
that long.

*

Georgina:
So, tell me, Colin.

How are you
adjusting to
your new life?

Well, I think
the transition's

been made much easier
by your daughter.

[chuckles]

Those who get out
and have no one,

don't know how
they do it.

Oh, this must be
terribly hard.

Mother, you
always attributed
the failure

of all your
relationships

to the fact that
none of the men were
any good in the dirt.

[chuckles]

Well, I've found
one who is.

Have you?

And he could really
use your help

finding him a job.

[gasps]

Oh, my.

Oh, my.

Excuse me.

Oh!

Bit dramatic,
don't you think?

That was very rude,
mother.

Oh, Prim, you know
how fond I am of Colin.

But honestly, dear,
the man was serving
a life sentence.

God only knows
what he did.

He killed his brother.

- Oh!
- It was an accident.

And who knows what
might trigger it off again?

I mean it could be over
the most trivial of things.

I shudder to think
of the consequences

if you should happen to burn
the Sunday roast.

It's funny how open-minded
you are about him publicly,

but when it comes to
my happiness

suddenly he's judged
by what he was and not
by what he is.

[door slams]

That's what I like
about plants.

They don't answer back.

[sighs]

*

He's destroying
that topiary.

The border needs
fortifying.

I mean, the guy
doesn't know
what he's doing.

We'll find you a garden
of your own. Don't worry.

You've been saying that
all summer and still
I'm a delivery boy.

I've been to every nursery
and garden center in the area,

but, you know,
I'm an ex-con.

I'm knockin'
and lookin'.

What's it gonna take?

A personal reference
from the queen?

It was the housekeeper what
gave the plans to her boyfriend.

The wanker tried
to blame us
to save her ass.

So Tony was telling
the truth.

Hey, hey.
Did you hear about
Hampton Court?

[chuckles]
They've invited us
back to do a garden

for next year's
flower show.

No shit.
You lucky bastards.

Yeah, but Colin,
listen, listen.

How are we gonna
do a garden without
you, mate?

What are you talking about?
You got Fergus. He's artistic.

Listen, Fergus
ain't doing
too well.

He's, um,

well he's gone downhill
since you left.

Really?

Tell him I'll pop in
for a visit real soon. Yeah?

All right.
Bye, son.

All right. Gotta go.
Take care.

Raw: See ya.

Roses are red,

violets are blue.

I'm about to fuck up,

so what else is new?

Colin: They say that to abandon
one's life for a dream

is to know its true worth.

I've got this crazy idea
in my head

that I'm good enough to win
something at Hampton Court.

[skids]

It's a hell of a way
of going about it

but then I've always done
things the wrong way around,
haven't I?

Please forgive me for this
because I certainly won't
forgive myself.

I hope this is the last time
that anybody ever sends you
yellow roses.

Hi, boys.

I'm very disappointed
in you, Mr. Briggs.

Our hope at
Edgefield is,

once a man
is released,

he never
returns.

That said,

I'm expecting you to
pull out all the stops
at Hampton Court.

[grunts]

What's this thing
doing back here?

It wasn't quite ready
for the outside.

Welcome back,
Greenfingers.

*

Well, I have to say
I'm a bit miffed

to see how well
you guys have done
without me.

It ain't like
the old days
no more.

- Hi, Colin.
- Hi, John.

There's a fuckin'
waiting list to get
in here now.

Jimmy and me
have been having
a think, Colin,

and we decided
we want you

to come up
with the design

for Hampton Court.

Gentlemen.

The Home Secretary
and the Prisons Minister.

Most impressive,
gentlemen.

The Home Secretary's
quite a gardener himself.

Oh, ho,
you exaggerate,
Peggy.

I'm what you
would call an
armchair gardener.

More an inveterate
reader of other
people's exploits

than, uh, an actual
tiller of the soil.

The Home Secretary's
come up with an idea
for Hampton Court.

Mind you, it
only just hatched
over lunch.

I thought
we'd go for

a bit of the
unexpected.

A rock garden.

Lots of prickly,
hard plants

with not the slightest
hint of color

representing incarceration

with the goal of freedom
symbolized by a juicy red

strawberry archway.

I didn't
break my parole

only to be
laughed out of
Hampton Court.

There's something much
bigger at stake here

than a flower show,
Mr. Briggs.

After years
of fighting
the home office,

we've just
recently begun
to make inroads

to insure
the survival
of open prisons.

Look, put your
ego aside for
one moment.

And give some
consideration

to the scores
of inmates

working through
the system

who've yet to
experience a place
like Edgefield.

Yeah, but
a rock garden,
sir!

Do you honestly
think we stand
a chance in hell

of winning anything?

That all depends on your
definition of winning,
doesn't it, Mr. Briggs?

About as subtle
as a hemorrhoid.

The only thing
missing is a bloke
with a pickaxe.

So, Colin.

What was it
like being with
a woman again?

Well, it weren't
that great

if he came back
here, now, was it?

Every day
I miss her.

Primrose was
the greatest
thing

that ever
happened to me.

Now, remember,
these only need

one hour a day under
these lamps, okay?

- You got it?
- Yeah, I got it.

- Hey, we need
every last one.
- All right.

This archway's
gotta be bursting
with strawberries.

Where do you think
they'll bury me, Colin?

Well, Westminster Abbey's
out of the question, I'm afraid.

[Fergus chuckles weakly]

I've been thinking

that being cremated
is the way to go.

Dust thou art,

and unto dust shall
thou return.

Yeah, all right,
old man.

Any female
visitors lately?

No, I haven't.

The way you left things,
I'm not surprised.

Fergus.

Do you think I'll ever
be capable of loving someone?

Ah, yes. Oh, yes.

I spent my life
imprisoned.

That's how it went.

But you're different.

You've got things to do.

So the next time they
let you out,

don't go fuckin' it up.

Raw!

- Bloody hell!
- We've got
two weeks left.

We'll never
be able to
replace them.

I did exactly what
you told me. Timer
must be broken.

- Bloody mice.
- I don't believe this.

Look, I've got
a lovely bunch
of red peppers.

Maybe we can fill up
the trellis with them.

Red peppers?

Come on, Colin,
don't lose
the faith.

We still got
the cactus.
Look.

Colin! Colin!

Oh, what now?

Fergus.

[Bruce Springsteen
"If I Should Fall Behind"
plays]

* We said
we'd walk together *

* Baby come what may

* That come the twilight

* Should we lose our way

* If as we're walking

* A hand should slip free

* I'll wait for you

* Should I fall behind,
wait for me *

* We swore we'd travel

* Darlin' side by side

* We'd help each other

* Stay in stride

From the looks of it,
it appears that HMP Edgefield

and flower shows
just aren't meant to be.

From the looks of it, we're all
just a bunch of deadbeats.

No-hopers,
dregs of society,
right?

Wrong.

I know different.

If Fergus Wilks
were alive today,

he'd tell me not to give up
without a fight.

"Adversity is
your ally, lad."

Well, I've had my absolute
fill of adversity

and now I'm looking for
some allies.

Anyone here who wants
to come with me

and make history
at Hampton Court Palace

step forward!

* I'll wait for you

* And if I should fall behind,
wait for me *

I believe I have
the last word on
the subject, Mr. Briggs.

Good luck.

[fanfare plays]

[inhales deeply]

Mmmm.

Savor the perfume and
the pleasure filling the air

at the gardening year's
most anticipated event,

The Royal Horticultural Show's
Summer Extravaganza

at Hampton Court Palace.

Henry VIII's glorious palace
by the river Thames

has seen nearly 500 years
of spectacle and pageantry

but I think even Henry
couldn't fail to be impressed

by this feast of flowers.

Hello,
I'm Georgina Woodhouse

and I so remember my first
flower show victory.

I'd just given birth
to my daughter, Primrose,

and I was desperate
to get back to gardening.

Every year,
Hampton Court Palace

has a habit of showcasing
something quite new and unique.

And this year,
we have found an entry

that must be one of the most
unusual in the history
of the show.

It was made without sponsorship
on a tiny budget

and from the confines
of a prison.

I'm here with the men
from Her Majesty's Prison
Edgefield.

Tell me,
how does it feel

to be exhibiting
at Hampton Court?

It's terribly
exciting.

I'd like to thank
all me mates

back at
Edgefield who
lent a hand.

[cheers]

Colin. Tell me about
your design for the show.

Well, it's
a wild flower garden.

And it's all about finding
beauty in the most unlikely
of places.

And it's dedicated
to our friend, Fergus Wilks.

*

[birds chirping]

[water gurgling]

*

Wouldn't be the same
without you, Fergus.

Colin!
Colin!

Hurry up!
The judges are here.

They hate it.

They don't
get it.

They look more like
rock garden-types
to me.

Trying to read those judges
is like trying

to unravel the mystery
of the Mona Lisa's smile.

See you at the gala.

What gala's that,
then?

Sorry, men.
It's for VIPs

and non-prisoner
competitors only.

Fine by me.
I had nothing
to wear, anyway.

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, look.
It's the boys over there.

Got a confession
to make, lads.

I left those heat lamps
on too long on purpose.

I've got
a confession, too.

I let them mice eat
all them strawberries.

Well, thanks for
owning up, guys.

Just leaves
one question,
don't it?

Who torched that
bloody awful
rock garden?

[Jimmy and Raw
chuckle]

This was a mistake, Mother.
I'm really not up to it.

Oh, darling, how are you ever
going to meet anyone if you
never leave the house?

[gasps]
Look who's there.
Colin!

This is all about spite.
Now that you have my blessing

you're deliberately
trying to defy me.

I know I've not been
an ideal mother,

but I do love you,
Primrose.

And so does Colin.

He's just had a little
bit of garden fever,
that's all.

I so want you
to be happy.

I really do.

Primrose.

Hello.

You look stunning.

Thank you.

[band plays]

So...

this is who
you left me for.

I hate to admit it,
but she's fantastic.

[gasps]
Colin.

You planted primroses.

You were a total shit
to leave me the way
you did.

Second biggest mistake
I ever made.

There's more to life
than gardening, you know.

I know.

Are you seeing anyone?

No.

Neither am I.

I keep hoping that
when I get out next spring...

that you might be there
waiting for me.

[fireworks launching]

[laughing, cheering]

[applause]

Judge:
Congratulations. Well done.

"Marigolds For The Millennium"
has just walked away
with the silver gilt!

So exciting.

And to Fontley's
Nurseries in Hampshire

a gold for, uh,
"Fuchsias and Delphiniums."

Congratulations.

Many congratulations.
This is for you.

And this concludes
the medal winners in
all the major categories.

Now, it is not
every year that we bestow
the Tudor Rose award.

But by unanimous ratification
of the Royal Horticultural
Society's judging committee

we have singled out
a garden

for that most
coveted of awards.

[murmuring]

And this year it goes to

"The Feng Shui Garden
of Harmony."

[applause]

It's a tragedy!

[muttering, murmuring]

Man:
Come along, son.
Keep up.

We salute all the gardeners
who grew for gold and got it.

As well as those
who didn't.

So, until next year,
thank you for watching

and happy gardening.

[quietly]
It's so unfair.

Men.

- Colin: I'll just be a minute.
- Hodge: Excuse me.

I just want to, uh--

I got into the prison
service some 30 years ago

because I envisaged
doing something positive
with men like you.

To force you
to go to your call
and rebuild your integrity.

I lay far greater store
in that victory

than in any medal
they had to offer today.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

You're holding up
rather well.

I have a lot
to be happy about.

It's the best
carrot we ever tasted.

Thank you, son.

- Miss Woodhouse,
can I ask your opinion?
- Yes, by all means.

Do you think we
made a mistake

not going with a more
typically English garden?

You know, no graffiti,
no crashed cars.

No concrete.

Oh, I like a bit
of rough, Raw.

Excuse me.

Her Majesty requests
the presence

of the gardeners of Edgefield
in the Royal Palace.

Her Majesty?
The Queen?

HRH herself.

She was quite impressed
with your garden.

And would like to meet
the men who made it.

Hang on. Are you sure
you're not confusing us

with the Feng Shui garden
next door?

Oh, quite sure.

Unofficially, she thought
you were robbed.

Holy shit.

Ah!

Oh, go on!

Come on, John.

Well, come along then,
gentlemen.

Let's not keep
Her Majesty waiting.

- I'm sorry, sir.
- Hmm?

Gardeners only.

Excuse us,
would you?

[The Staples Singers
"Heavy Makes You Happy" plays]

* Oh, ho!
Good gosh a-mighty now! *

* Sha-na-boom boom, yeah

* Say it, y'all

* Sha-na-boom boom, yeah

* Tell me, tell me,
tell me, c'mon now *

* Sha-na-boom boom, yeah

* Well, yes

* Sha-na-na-na-boom
boom, yeah *

* I've been trying to find
what's heavy *

* That's been
messin' up my mind *

* I think I found
the answer *

* 'Cause it was right there
all the time *

- * Heavy makes you happy
- * Yeah, yeah!

* I just got to say

* Put on your heavy

* If I can't
feel this way *

* I feel gloomy now

* Sha-na-boom boom, yeah

* Come on, now

- * Sha-na-boom boom, yeah
- * Do it, do it, do it,
do it, do it *

* Sha-na-boom boom, yeah

* Sha-na-na-na-boom
boom, yeah *

* Oh!

* By talking to my people

* You know what?
It occurred to me *

Colin:
I hope she lets us out.

* It's more than just a feelin'
it's a philosophy *

- * Heavy make you happy
- * Yeah, yeah

- * Dryin' up your drink
- * Ohh, yeah!

- * Oh, spread a little heavy
- * Spread a lil' heavy, now

- * It makes somebody sing
- * Somebody sing

* Sha-na-boom boom, yeah

- * Tell me, y'all, say it
- * Sha-na-boom boom, yeah

* Right on, right on,
right on *

* Sha-na-boom boom, yeah

* Sha-na-na-na-boom
boom, yeah *

* Oh!

[softly]
* Sha-na-boom boom, yeah

* Do it softer, now

* Sha-na-boom boom, yeah

* Oh, do it easy now

* Sha-na-boom boom, yeah

* Lay it on down

* Sha-na-na-na-boom
boom, yeah *

* Bring it down

[louder]
- * Ohhhhhh!
- * Sha-na-boom boom, yeah

* Oh, bring it on up

* Sha-na-boom boom, yeah

* Oh!
Take me higher! *

* Sha-na-boom boom, yeah

* I wanna go higher

* Sha-na-na-na-boom
boom, yeah *

- * Whoo!
- * Sha-na-boom boom, yeah

* Whoa, oh, yeah!

* Sha-na-boom boom, yeah

* Sha. Na. Boom. Boom.
Yeah. *

* Sha-na-boom boom, yeah

* Say it, say it, say it
say it, say it *

[song fades]
* Sha-na-na-na-boom
boom, yeah *

* Ohhhhh

* Sha-na-boom boom, yeah
[song ends]

*