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Eh, this is fucking mental, this.

LAUGHTER

It is, it's fucking mental.

How you doing?

I never believed I'd have a fucking visit like Star Trek.

And it's only a little screen, you know?

But seeing you perfect.

It's mad, isn't it?

It's fucking madness.

Now, I can see something in the background there,

in like an arch.

That's the kitchen.

Oh, is that a kitchen?

Yeah. Fucking hell.

Yeah, fucking...

What's that to the right, next to the paintings?

Er, that's the living room.

Fucking beautiful house.

So are you behaving yourself?

Listen, they're treating me well here.

A few bits of silly nonsense here and there.

So when the parole board eventually say to you,

why should we let you out?

How do they know you're not going to attack anyone?

Because, you know you haven't got the best past of you, to be honest.

Of a horrible, nasty, vicious, violent past.

I've never killed anyone.

I've never armed a woman, never harmed a child.

I'm focused, I'm settled.

I can actually smell and taste freedom,

like I've never, ever done in my life.

I'm now anti-crime, anti-violent...

What the fuck am I still in prison for?

The system has labelled me for so many years.

Untameable, untreatable, unpredictable, dangerous.

Blah, blah, blah, I've had every label you can think of.

But at the end of the day, what people don't realise,

since George, my son, has come into my life, I've changed.

And George has got me the best legal team in the world...

..and I'm coming home.

I'm definitely coming home.

Cards on the table, do I sound like Britain's most dangerous man?

Come on.

I'm 68 years old, and all I want to do is get out

there and enjoy my fucking life, what's left of it.

The problem my dad's got, as soon as he walks in the courtroom

or a parole board, and they see that name on the top of the sheet,

Charles Bronson, automatically alarm bells start ringing.

I mean, who's going to want to release Charles Bronson?

Over the years, I've represented a number of notorious prisoners.

I'm used to dealing with people that are stuck in the system.

If there's one prisoner that's stuck in the system,

his name is Charlie Bronson.

There is no escape in his past, I'm not sitting here

to justify his past.

He owns it, he accepts that he was a very violent individual.

Charlie's looked at the old him.

He's done work on that and now the focus is on the new him.

Any life sentence prisoner has to go in front of the parole board

in order to be released.

The parole board are effectively looking into a crystal ball

and they're predicting where an individual is going

to reoffend in the future.

The ways of doing that is looking at past behaviour, current behaviour,

and what the future is going to look like.

Do you want to win this one?

I certainly want to win this one.

This is, hands down...

..the closest he's ever come to release.

ARCHIVE: There's an experiment being conducted behind these locked gates.

But Hull prison's A wing is testing a softly, softly regime

on some of the most dangerous and disruptive inmates

sent from long term dispersal jails.

These people have been fighting the system for a long, long time.

When they come here, we don't fight back.

We try and negotiate things through.

A wing was very well set up...

Gym...

Big central sort of social area on the ground floor.

And basically, they spent most of their time

in that area rather than being locked up.

So compared to some of the other wings, it was,

I'd say, quite privileged.

I didn't go on A wing that often.

It would be like any head teacher does.

If I needed to cover, I'd cover, wherever it was.

So I just went in and substituted it for one of my staff.

And it's a slightly more dangerous situation, but...

..it's still basically the same.

This guy was expecting me at 2:00 or whatever it was,

so I just went on and did it.

There was no problem at all until Bronson appeared on the scene.

But as soon as Bronson burst in, the prison officer scarpered.

I was terrified out of my mind.

Just like five minutes of horror.

But I've never been as frightened.

They talk about, you think you see your whole life

passing in front of your eyes.

You do.

Bronson just burst into the room and grabbed me around the neck.

Then he hit me in the face and I got lots of the verbals.

"You're all going to fucking die.

"You're going to die."

All this for ages, so I just kept absolutely quiet.

I thought, I'm going to die now.

What's he going to do? How's he going to do it?

You know?

Charlie then went down on one knee and jabbed the knife into my ribs.

I could feel this point through my shirt.

I do remember that.

"Take your last breath because this knife is going in you."

Did you remember how you were feeling at this point?

Terrified.

The siege at Hull Prison, which began when an inmate,

Charles Bronson, described as Britain's most dangerous prisoner,

took a member of staff hostage, has ended after 43 hours.

His victim this time was a prison teacher

Bronson took hostage at knife-point during a two day siege.

He defended himself during the hearing and got

some charges dropped.

But in the end, the jury found him guilty of false imprisonment.

Bronson told a judge once he had eaten more porridge

than the three bears.

Now that diet will continue for a lot longer,

after being given a life sentence for the latest in a series

of attacks inside prison.

We took great pride at one point in saying that I was the only one

of his hostages who hadn't physically shit himself,

and he really admired me for that.

Do you remember that Phil Danielson?

Yeah, the teacher, yeah.

The teacher you took hostage.

I went over the top, as I normally do.

I never hurt the man.

Mentally, obviously I did.

He didn't deserve what he got...

..but did I deserve a life sentence just for roughing him up?

If I'd have killed him, I'd have probably been out by now.

When you're locked me in a concrete coffin 23 hours of a 24 hour day,

sometimes in life you got to do something mad.

The madder it is, the more dangerous is, the better it fucking is.

But I've got to be honest with you, I've had a fucking party here.

At first they said I had PTSD.

After a couple of breakdowns I said, "Why am I still feeling it?

"Don't I get better?"

They couldn't really give me an answer.

I think they called it acute anxiety disorder, or something like that.

I guess I'll never get over that.

The damage that was caused by him as moulded my whole life

since 2000 and...

Well, since 1999.

23 years nearly, it's moulded my whole life.

So it'll be with me for the rest of my days.

Because if it hadn't happened, I would have probably just about

now at 60 been thinking about retiring.

You couldn't go back to work?

No, no, never worked.

Mentally, I couldn't bring myself around to doing it.

And I suppose that's why they decided

that I was unfit to teach.

I've no idea what feelings were going through

Phil Danielson's mind.

I imagine he'd be absolutely shitting himself.

And Charlie should have got a stiff sentence for that.

But why did they give him a life sentence?

Basically they did that so they've got complete and utter

control of him for the rest of his entire life.

One thing could not be disputed...

He had kidnapped me and it carries life.

On a personal level, what he did to me and my life,

I'll never forgive him.

The Parole Board doesn't have to show that Bronson needs

to be kept in prison.

He has to show he's safe to release.

And to do that, they'll look at three sources of evidence.

So one is they'll have a dossier of evidence that describes

what Bronson has done since he started offending.

The second thing will be the evidence of the people who've

worked with Bronson while he's been in prison.

So that would be quite often, what's the assessment of psychologists?

Might be prison staff, there might be his probation officer,

there'll be other professionals who've worked with Brunson.

And then finally Bronson himself will be questioned.

Can the Parole Board be confident that if he's released,

he won't commit another serious offence?

I think he's done his time and he should have been out years ago.

He's been the perfect son to me, always and showed me

respect and everything.

When he writes to me sometimes on the envelope,

it's got, "to the duchess."

He always call you the duchess when we go and visit him.

I daren't tell you what I call him sometimes.

I think about him every day, I think about my husband every day.

The only thing he was a bit possessive, very jealous of me,

he was, he's hit a few in the pubs, I've had.

Charlie's dad?

Yeah, he's hit a few.

Right, do you reckon that's where Charlie might have got his...

I don't know, he's... You see, Joe was a boxer. Right.

And he had a bit of a short fuse, as they say.

It was like Sergeant Major, talked to a soldier.

You know, you've got to do this, you've got to be right,

and treat people right and things like that.

Where did it all go wrong for Charlie?

What was the defining moment where you thought,

"oh, hold on a minute."

I think he started stealing. What did he steal?

I remember going in his bedroom one day and he had pencils

and little notebooks.

And I said to him, "where'd you get these?"

"Woolworths..." He told me the truth.

"Woolworths," he said.

I said, "Where did you get the money for them?"

He said, "I took them, mum." He told me.

Oh, right, so just completely straight...

I know it's only little things like that, nothing...

..bad.

ARCHIVE: The Cheshire town of Ellesmere Port,

which will eventually resettle families from Liverpool

and the overcrowded towns on the Wirral Peninsula.

The estate provided a typical cross section of the community.

My mother and father moved to Ellesmere Port and he missed

his grandparents a lot.

So he said to me one day, he said, I think I'm going to go and move

up to Ellesmere Port, mum, with nan.

And then he met his future wife.

She got pregnant.

I loved her to bits, Irene.

She was a nice girl, she couldn't cook.

She could wash, she was a lovely girl,

but she didn't have a clue.

# Strangers arms reach out

A man's first love is really the one love.

And I idolised Irene, I really did.

I don't know him as Charles Bronson.

I know him as Michael Peterson, but his name was Mick, when I met him.

I was 18 and I used to work at Littlewoods Pools

as an audio typist.

I never used to go to Ellesmere Port or anything, so I said,

"OK, I'll come."

I bought a new dress and everything.

We were sitting down and we had a drink.

It was lovely, it was a really lovely pub then.

Not like this.

And next thing, these two blokes came in with suits on

and they were both really nice looking.

They were like, turned round and were staring at us.

I was saying, "Linda, there's two really nice blokes just come in,"

and she was thinking the same thing to me.

And that was the beginning of my life with Mick...

Charles Bronson, that he is now.

Very sentimental, this place.

Oh, the memories.

I wish he was out.

WHISPERS: I wish he was out.

Not going to be with him, but just want him out of prison.

Cheer, Mick.

Back here after all these years.

Wish you were here.

One day.

When Mick and I used to go out on our own,

you can guarantee, before the end of the night, somebody would

come over to Mick, whisper in his ear something.

Then Mick would say to me, "sorry, Irene, I'm going to order

"a taxi for you to take you home."

And I always used to look around in the back of the taxi,

and all I'd see was just like loads and loads of blokes,

they were all fighting.

And I think Mick was always like, I might see an arm, or Mick's shoe,

or his leg or something, but it was like fun,

nobody killed each other.

When we were married, we used to go for these long walks,

We used to walk through this little place, and it had

these great big houses like big mansions,

with big, high walls.

And Mick used to say, "Irene, hold the pram,

"I'm just going to climb up and have a look at their gardens."

So he used to climb up these walls.

He said, "Oh, Irene, the garden's beautiful."

"There's a beautiful bush there, beautiful, bright

"pink flowers on."

And I used to think, oh, he really likes flowers.

It's only now, years and years later, that realise the reason why

he was actually doing that was because he was probably

trying to look, see if he could rob it, or something.

But that was it, I was very innocent in those days,

and I believed everything.

The only time he sort of had a temper was when he'd been drinking.

He was like a Jekyll and Hyde.

Sometimes he'd disappear for weeks.

There was a big billboard out this little newsagent shop.

It said, "Local man gets seven years."

And seeing that, that just really hit me, it came to home.

My husband's just gone to prison for seven years.

It was horrendous, absolutely horrendous.

It's horrible going to prison with your child

and your husband's there.

When they take Mick away at the end of the visit,

Mike used to run after him.

It was horrible, shouting, "Daddy, Daddy, come back,

"come back, come back."

Hey up, Dad, I'm here.

I'll tell you what, I can hear you...

..better than I can wearing them.

Take them off, then. Yeah.

Take them off. You look a right twat with them on anyway.

HE LAUGHS

Go on! Right.

THEY LAUGH

Let me tell you something...

I was married to Irene, and Irene put up with a lot with me.

But I still loved her, and I still do love her.

She's a beautiful, wonderful person

who gave me Michael,

gave birth to my son.

And you and Michael are my world.

I love you both the same.

Different mums, same dad.

Yeah.

In 1975,

my wife Irene come to visit me in Hull prison,

and I'd just had one of the biggest beatings I've ever had in my life.

And I deserved it.

I attacked three prison officers.

One of them was an infamous jailer at that time.

He used to give a lot out, you know,

and I've smashed his head in with a stick.

And when I went on the visit,

my Irene said to me that day...

.."The way you're going, you will never get out

"and you'll end up in an asylum."

Two years later I ended up in Broadmoor Criminal Lunatic Asylum.

It's 1975, Parkhurst Prison.

I'll never forget this, because as we were going over

to the ferry to the Isle of Wight,

the number one song at the time was...

SINGS: # I am sailing

# I am sailing...#

Rod Stewart, right?

Anyone who was anyone was there, you know, I met them all...

The Great Train Robbers.

And then I was put on the unit with Ron and Reggie Kray.

As you walked in there,

it oozed legendary characters.

Just a brilliant place.

And anything that could happen in jail, actually happened there.

You know, I was on the roof there.

Took an hostage there.

I almost escaped from there.

Parkhurst really, really was like our Alcatraz, wasn't it?

There was one geezer on there called John BEEP.

South London geezer.

I was the number one cleaner on that unit.

I got a mop, bucket, broom, and a dustpan,

and I've got some gold paint.

I painted 'em gold.

John BEEP was a horrible, arrogant bastard,

and he was borrowing it, not putting it back, not cleaning it.

I had to walk round the unit trying to find it all the fucking time.

And he's done it again.

I've rushed in his cell with a jam jar,

smashed it in his head.

I've hit him in the neck, on the chest. He dived under his bed,

and as he's under his bed, he's screaming

like a fucking castrated pig.

And I'm hitting his legs, his neck, his head.

I'm cutting him up. I'm cutting him to fucking pieces.

And I'm laughing as I'm doing it, you know, I'm actually laughing,

and I'm covered in claret.

It's like a fucking abattoir in there.

I've been charged with grievous bodily harm with intent

and then three days after that,

while I'm being kept in the seg block,

I've cut a screw and his fucking ear lobe's come off.

So, that's when I went to court in 1978 and got certified insane

and went to the fucking asylum.

Fucking madness.

But I was the only one in the entire penal system

with a golden fucking mop bucket.

Aggravated burglary, assault with intent to rob,

grievous bodily harm.

Carrying a firearm.

False imprisonment.

Blackmail. False imprisonment again.

Threats to kill.

Assault occasioning actual bodily harm.

Criminal damage, criminal damage and blackmail.

It's shocking. It is shocking.

And he is capable of extreme violence.

"On the 24th of November 1978,

"he told Dr Tidmarsh that from his school days he had felt

"that people were talking about him.

"He said that he never knew what people said about him,

"but he knew that it was unpleasant.

I think that you can see Charlie's progression into violence

very, very clearly.

He's been diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder,

not caring about the law,

and generally being rather callous in your approach to other people.

And paranoid personality disorder.

Being highly suspicious of other people and seeing malice

and threat and hostility where maybe none exists.

He is actually a very disturbed young man.

ARCHIVE NEWS: At the end of this field, a strange, enclosed place.

Beyond the walls over 1,000 locked doors.

This institution is officially secret.

Every single employee here

signs the Official Secrets Act.

But it's not a defence establishment. It's a hospital.

Rampton, top security hospital, near Retford.

It's the Broadmoor of the North.

When I went there, it was called Rampton Criminal Lunatic Asylum.

It's like Broadmoor but worse.

It was the first asylum I ever went in.

It was a strange place, you know

there was a lot of sad, sick,

empty souls in that place.

On my first day there, they took me into the bathroom

and then they bent me over the bath

and two of them were whipping me with wet towels.

I couldn't fucking believe what was happening.

Why were they doing that? That's fucking assault. I know, mate.

I know, I know. I couldn't believe it.

And when that was all over with,

they've given me a bloody good kicking.

Slung me in the room.

About ten minutes later they've come back

and then they've smashed me up to the back of the wall.

One slipped round and jabbed me in the arse with an injection.

That's how Rampton was.

His behaviour at that time was off the scale.

He was at the peak of his paranoia

and he was being treated for psychosis.

I think it was much easier for the the hospitals to manage

Charlie in a sedated,

drugged up state,

but all it did was build resentment.

I was there 11 months. It's where I strangled that BEEP,

that paedophile.

I strangled him,

he died,

and they brought him back to life with an electric bolt.

If they hadn't brought him back to life,

you'd have been done for murder.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I was expected to be at least charged with attempted murder,

but they said as I'd only just been certified mad,

I couldn't stand trial, so they never charged me.

So what they done, they packed me off to Broadmoor, you know.

Onlyl violence was my friend,

living on a razor's edge.

Visions of hopelessness.

Jumping off the ledge.

The scars fester deep inside.

You're on your way to Broadmoor.

A world of pain for evermore.

An airless space beyond the door.

It's hard to accept this insanity.

There is no peace of mind.

The liquid cosh inside your veins.

Now you're running blind.

Certified insane, a desperate man.

Just a body inside a sack.

ARCHIVE: These anonymous figures set against the iron Victorian landscape

of Strangeways are society's rejects.

Strangeways Prison is one of the three most overcrowded

in the country.

The report describes it as an impoverished regime.

The place wants closing down.

They've not had a riot here for a long, long time,

but I'll tell you something - this place will go off.

And when this place does go off, the roof will go, man,

I'm telling you.

ARCHIVE NEWS: It was an explosion of evil.

The mob, now totally beyond control,

swept through the prison in an orgy of destruction,

which was unprecedented in British prison history.

BRONSON: 1990, the Strangeways riot kicked off.

Three weeks before that kicked off,

I was actually in Strangeways.

Then I moved from Strangeways to Parkhurst.

I fucking missed it by three weeks.

When I was there, it was bubbling up then, really bubbling up.

What do you mean bubbling up? Why was it bubbling up?

Well, slopping out, brutality,

bad food,

cons were three to a cell.

You imagine shitting in a bucket

with another two men in the same cell.

It is a great regret of mine, I would have loved...

I think I would have still fucking been up there.

I did Broadmoor's roof three times.

1981, 1983,

and 1984, I took that roof off.

But the reason I never done '82,

was because I was so fucking drugged up with the liquid cosh

I couldn't fucking look at a pipe, let alone climb up it.

GULLS CRY

He picked me up and carried me around his shoulders.

He threw me down into the middle of the snooker table.

I may have lost consciousness for a few seconds, and that's

when he said,

"I'm going to kill you and then I'm going to kill myself.

"And they can carry both of us out in body bags."

All I saw was this person behaving in an absolute deranged manner.

I don't think I've ever, ever seen anybody behave like that,

apart from him, in any circumstances.

I was absolutely terrified.

You know, there's no other word for it.

I was frightened to death.

ARCHIVE NEWS: Charles Bronson arrived at court, locked up,

and wearing the vivid colours of a Category A prisoner.

Bronson is arguing that most of his 30 years in jail

have been spent in solitary confinement.

That amounts to torture, he says,

and it's what prompted him to take his hostage.

He saw an opportunity

to kick off at the fact that he didn't want to move.

Because I believe, all the time he was in Hull that time,

he was pretty well behaved.

When somebody in that situation kicks off,

it's got to be a cry for help.

I think he thought he'd reached the end of the line with it.

He demonstrated to me classic mood swings.

I did experience his desperation, if you like.

At the end of it he just didn't seem to care about himself.

I thought he was dead at one point.

He ripped this hard-wired washing machine off the wall,

and it kind of went "bang!"

I thought, "Oh, my God, he's electrocuted himself."

For what seemed like an eternity, he's laid flat on his back

in this bit where all these broken washing machines and fridges were.

And then he just stood up, as though nothing had happened.

I'm sure he was under a great deal of mental duress.

Who wouldn't be? But he didn't appear to be the kind of person

who would do that deliberately.

He had to have his show.

"This is the Charlie Show. This is what everybody expects.

"This is what everybody who loves me likes me to do.

"Let's have a bit of a hostage taking and smash things up."

He was more like that for the bulk of the time I was in there

than he was suicidal or appearing to be depressed.

ARCHIVE NEWS: From the dock he heard his appeal against conviction

and life sentence thrown out, but the judges did accept

his harrowing account of brutal treatment and isolation

during most of his 30 years in prison.

The judges agreed that Bronson may have changed his ways

and urged the parole board to consider that when the time came.

30 years ago, he was a failed bank robber.

What's the criminal justice system done for him?

30 year sentence. Now, that's not clever.

The criminal justice system and the prison system,

the rehabilitation - it all needs to answer that point.

Bronson still doesn't know just how long he must stay in prison.

There's confusion because he's serving two sentences,

and even his lawyers don't know when one might end

and the other begin.

At best, he'll probably have to do another four years inside.

Martin Brunt, Sky News, at the Old Bailey.

BRONSON: At the end of the day, Martin, I can't put my finger on it

and say why it happened or if it's going to happen again,

cos, basically,

I go through periods of disturbance of the mind.

See, what you've got to realise, son, when I got this life sentence,

my tariff was three years.

I'm now 18 years over that tariff.

Unbelievable.

In any one eye's...

..that's not right, mate.

People have got no idea what really goes on behind the scenes

in the prison system.

England's about "bash, bash, bash!"

It is run on violence.

You meet it with violence and then you're punished for it.

You are in the belly of the beast.

You are in a jungle full of violence.

You know death's in the air.

Any of you lot out there now,

I'm going to lock you in your bedroom for the next 47 years.

You're coming out for one hour a day.

If you don't like it, tough shit,

we're going to spray you with pepper spray.

Wrap you up, zip tie you, sling you in a concrete box,

a strip box - naked.

If I was an animal in a zoo,

I would bite someone.

And that's what he does,

cos it's like, "Aaaagh!"

They actually think you've been a complete and utter twat.

You've been a horrible bastard.

INAUDIBLE #S

But also, that doesn't excuse the way that you've been treated

and the way that they have treated you.

Move you every two weeks.

We looked through the records and in one 12 month period,

you got moved nearly 20 times.

You get on the merry go round -

going round and round and round and round.

Wherever it might be, up the M1,

down to bleeding Worcestershire to Long Lartin,

Long Lartin to Belmarsh,

Belmarsh to Woodhill,

Woodhill to bleeding Whitemoor.

ARCHIVE NEWS: Prison reformers say it's an extreme example

of a practice known as ghosting.

Prisoners are locked up at night,

and then the next morning, as they're unlocked, they find

that the cell next door is empty.

The prisoner has disappeared. He's disappeared like a ghost.

It's a very inhumane system used as an informal punishment.

You've always got the fear of the door being opened at two or three

in the morning or five in the morning...

..with the riot squad and a camera.

I realised that I had a bit of a tick.

When I came off the Category A system I was doing this...

All the time, cos my door would go and I'd look.

I want to know if they're coming in.

If they're coming in, you've got to get ready.

So, you're always looking over your shoulder at the door.

The flap goes, you look.

Flap goes, you get back to doing what you're doing.

You do it without even realising.

That's the type of treatment Charlie is going through.

That's not right.

BRONSON: I was regularly brutalised.

My years were spent in solitary confinement.

They drove me mad.

I ended up certified insane and going to the asylums.

I wasn't an angel, but they drove me mad.

Got caught in a trap, there was no way out.

And that's how it was.

MUSIC: Champions League Anthem by Tony Britten

It's important, he feels,

that the public are aware of all the evidence that's put forward

as to why on the government's case that he should remain in custody.

One of the problems that arises because the parole system

has been so secretive up to now,

is that we don't really understand why the decision has been made.

Bronson's got to show that he is safe to be released

as far as can be reasonably ascertained.

It's not an easy decision to make,

but it's a good thing that this will, if this happens in public,

because people will be able to see the thoroughness and care

with which that decision is made.

It will happen.

I'm committed to making it happen.

But we may lose individual battles.

But it's about winning the war.

BRONSON: Certain people in the penal system

would soon as see me leave prison in a body bag or on a zimmerframe.

I've upset so many people

in the high places.

They just don't want me out.

Charlie is someone who's been heavily convicted of violence.

There's no escaping that.

But he's recognised that he needs to change,

he needs to adapt, if he's ever going to stand a chance

of being released.

Charlie's under no illusions that if he ever gets the prospect

of being released, if he messes up,

he's unlikely to ever get a second chance.

It's going to open the floodgates for thousands of others.

All right, my old son!

All right, Dad!

Do you want a couple of rounds?

You're only saying that cos you're on the other end of a camera,

you wouldn't be saying that if I was there, would you?

HE GROWLS

Anyway, how are you?

I'm all right. How are you, Dad? All right?

I'll tell you what,

you have a wonderful life, you know.

That's because I've worked hard and stayed out of trouble

and not robbed any post offices or jewellers.

I'll put my hand up.

I've done some mad things.

I've been a nasty bastard.

But I've found my true self

through my art.

My art now is my life.

When I create a piece of art

I create a piece of myself,

I can see art now behind you.

Now I'm an artist,

I'm coming out with a gift

and I'm proud of it.

I'm more proud of my art than I am anything.

What I've basically done...

..I've swapped my sawn off shotgun for a sawn off paintbrush.

HE LAUGHS

And it's lovely.

It's beautiful.

When I sit there and do a piece of art...

..it feels like I'm part of the human race.

Feel lovely and happy.

It gets rid of all my frustrations

and my tension and my madness.

I'm an artist!

People have got to start believing it and seeing it.

I've actually found what I love in life.

Great visit.

You're looking good.

Keep winning.

SINGS: # We'll meet again

# Don't know where...#

I can only say from what I've seen of when I visit him,

I think he's a lovely bloke who's got a heart of gold and all this.

Don't get me wrong, I reckon there's a button that you can press...

And he could explode.

..and Mr Bronson turns up and his eyes roll, and you're like,

"Oh, my God."

Do you think that's why he's still in the cage?

Do you think they're scared of him?

Just in case he could lose it. Yeah.

He's in a cage in a cage.

How does that make you feel about your son knowing he's there?

Well, if he came home tomorrow and he lived with me,

I'd put him in a fucking cage as well!

THEY LAUGH Would you like him out?

Yeah, for tea! SHE LAUGHS

What am I in jail for?

People don't believe it.

They think I'm a serial killer.

Hopefully I've got a date soon for my public parole hearing.

I'm the first man in Britain to have a public one.

And the reason I'm doing that,

is cos I'm going to expose the system and what it's done to me.

It's all coming out in the wash, my side of the story,

and the truth is going to shock the planet.

I get people messaging me all the time saying,

"You're full of shit. You're not Charles Bronson's son.

"You're a liar."

All these people have stuck their nose

in our personal domestic business.

They should be a-fucking-shamed of themselves.

You know what, that would be really lovely for him, wouldn't it?

Got a nice area for his barbecue out there.

It's sort of like a little bit secluded, out of the way,

do you know what I mean?

I'm not sure what the neighbours will think.

I think there'll be some genuine fear about him kicking off

when he gets out, because you've got to remember,

when you mention the name Charles Bronson to anybody,

all they picture in their head straight away is,

"Murderer, killer, psychopath.

"Britain's most dangerous prisoner. Britain's most violent person."

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