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Daniel.

Do you want to see something?

That's our holiday money.

All these pricks round here, noses in the air, looking down at us...

Fucking jealous now, in't they?

Do you want to hold it?

Don't want to get your prints on that.

Could make you an accessory.

Don't say those things to him.

About fucking time.

So, how do I look?

What is she, son?

She's a tart, Dad.

That's right.

She's a tart.

Is Lee coming?

No, Lee's away doing a bit of work.

Oh!

SHE CHUCKLES

- What about this? - No.

You would say no.

RADIO SWITCHES STATION

Let me do it!

What about this? This is nice.

RADIO SWITCHES STATION

That's it!

MUSIC: My Way by Paul Anka

- This is it! - No, no, no, not this.

Yes!

This is music. This is MY song.

Can we have something a bit...?

- SINGS ALONG: - # Of which I'm certain

# I've lived...

It's not a Frank one. It's a cover.

# And travelled each and every highway... #

Still good, though.

Eh! You listening, boy?

# I did it my way

# Regrets

# I've had a few

# Then again

# Too few to mention

# I did what I had to do

# Saw it through

# Without exemption

# I planned each charted course

# Each careful step

# Along the byway

# And more

# Much more than this

- BOTH: - # I did it my way

# Yes, there were times

# I'm sure you knew

# When I bit off more than I could chew

# And through it all

# When there was doubt

# I ate it up!

# And spit it out!

# I faced it all!

# And I stood tall!

# And did it my... #

CARNIVAL MUSIC JINGLES

- Five nights? - Yeah.

Lovely. I've got a lovely room for you with a view.

Oh, perfect.

- Do you hear that, it's got a sea view. - Nice.

- Number three, so that's... - Third floor. - Right.

Breakfast from 7am.

CAMERA WHIRS

Here, mate!

- HE CLICKS FINGERS - Mate!

Do one of us, will you?

One of your Polaroids.

Do one of us, eh?

Just one, is all.

CAMERA WHIRS

Nice one.

Thank you.

Come on.

Wow.

Just popping out.

- You're coming back though, right? - Yeah, course I am.

- Because we've dinner at 8:00. - I said I'm coming back, didn't I?

DOOR SHUTS

- TV: - A doll!

MUSIC PLAYS FROM TV

What's the price, Miss?

DOOR OPENS

Come on. Let's fucking eat!

Daniel.

What is she?

- She's a tart, Dad. - Yeah!

She is a fucking tart.

Look at this place. What a fucking shithole.

No, it's nice.

Nice, is it? That's what you think?

Look, Daniel, tart's got an opinion.

- Can you talk, little tart? - Don't start, OK?

- LAUGHING: - I'm not starting, I'm just having a laugh!

A laugh, is all.

Come on. I'm just having a laugh, is all, a little bit of a laugh.

I want a nice evening out.

This is a nice evening out. We're having a nice evening.

This'll be nice.

Don't you think this is nice?

I've shat in better places than this.

So, anyway, what about you?

How's... How's life as a single woman about town?

Oh, stop!

You... You seem really well, Mum.

Yeah. Yeah, I am well.

- Do you miss him? - Yeah, of course I do.

Look, I was with Martin for a lot longer than I was with your dad.

I mean, he was a boring old bastard, but...

SHE LAUGHS

He was kind.

It's cancer, Danny.

Sometimes, I think you grieve before they die.

Well, I... I love the way that you came out of it.

- Really? - Yeah.

It's your life. You get to live it for you, for once.

Yeah.

Well, in that case, I'm going to get wankered.

THEY CHUCKLE

Oh, you know that your Uncle Frank is out?

- Yeah, yeah, I heard. - Yeah.

I think Lee's going to pop round to see him tomorrow, so...

Well, you could join?

Yeah. I don't know, Mum.

Look, you know how down he gets. He needs family around him.

Look, Frank's great. I will go. It's just...

I don't know, him AND Lee together.

Two ex-cons.

- It's going to get a bit... male and manly for me. - Oh, Danny.

- Frank loves you. - I know, I know. - He IS my only brother.

I will. I'll go. I'll go and see him, I promise, next week.

Oh, excuse me, sorry.

Could I have a glass of white, please?

Thanks.

- Can I... Can I ask you something? - Yeah.

How come you stayed with Dad for so long?

Why you asking that?

I just...

You know, I don't know, it's just...

You could've... You could have left him sooner.

Why didn't you?

Look, when I met him, I was well turned out,

good looking, funny, smart.

I was a catch.

But by the time I went... looks was all I had.

Knowing the right shade of lippy to put on.

How can a person like that leave?

No, but you did.

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

So... So why not sooner?

You know?

Yeah, change the subject, eh, Danny?

I don't know. I just keep thinking about it because, I just...

- What if things might have been better if...? - Danny.

- No, wait, I don't mean... - Yeah, no...

- I just... I mean for you. - Danny...

- I just mean... - Please.

Sorry, I don't... I...

Talking of Lee, I was there at the weekend.

Took some pics of Dean. Do you want to see?

Yeah, of course I do.

- Go on. - He's really growing, look.

Oh, my God.

- He is really growing, isn't he? - Yeah.

- What has she got in her tits? - Oh, my God.

SHE LAUGHS

Oh.

Oh, that's just...that's just to check the, erm...

Uh...the...

Let's...

Shall we get you that glass of wine?

Excuse me.

MUTTERING: Fucking God... Jesus fucking Christ.

Oh, you fucking prick.

It's in your locker, Dan.

Oh, my God.

I'm going fucking nuts.

You still up for tonight?

Yes, yes. Yeah, I really am.

Erm...totally.

- But don't be late, OK? - No, I won't be late.

Max is doing his jambalaya. It has to be exactly right,

- and he will not serve it until everyone's there. - Jamie.

I won't be late. Don't worry.

Right.

OK, stupid question.

- I don't have anything in here, do I? - Like what?

Half a kilo of heroin?

Go through the fucking door, Dan.

- DOOR ENTRY BUZZES - Yeah.

Plato tells the story of a man called Gyges,

who finds a ring of invisibility.

Once Gyges puts the ring on,

he can do anything he likes.

Kill, steal.

Do anything at all without anyone finding out.

And where does big man find this ring?

GROUP LAUGHS

Plato's question is,

is there any reason for Gyges to be good?

Females?

Females.

Just females? Nothing else?

Well, I'm assuming this Gyges hasn't been saved by the light

- of the Lord Jesus Christ, so, yeah, just females. - Here we go.

You know what, yeah, I'll go with that.

When I was begging, if I see, like, three lads on a night out, yeah,

I know I'm getting nothing.

But if I see a man with a girl, and they got, like, shopping bags, yeah?

Like, honeymoon vibes.

I go straight up to him, ask him for money,

nine out of ten times, he gives it, yeah?

Like, I give him the chance to look kind and, like, he's got cash.

Like, I provide a service!

Serious!

Like, without me, he spends the night on Pornhub.

GROUP LAUGHS

OK.

So, Gyges should only be good if women can see him?

Look, Dan. Look around us, bro.

We've got female teachers, officers, nurses.

What, you take them all away, you think men are going to be,

- what, better? - It's nonsense.

"Nonce"? Is that a confession?

HE CHUCKLES, NO-ONE JOINS IN

Did you want to say something, Wallace?

Women are the salvation of men.

Yeah, that's what we're saying, Wallace.

But you got to earn it, you got to be decent first,

not just when they're looking.

So, some philosophers say that, erm,

masculinity is an identity

achieved through dominance.

In order for me to be a man,

someone else has to lose.

And more often than not, that someone is a woman or child.

No, Dan.

There are good men, and there's bad man, yeah?

Well, the writer, Bell Hooks,

she argues that the idea

of the good man is sexist.

She says we should want to be a good PERSON, not a good man.

In here, I don't think about being a good person.

But I do feel bad about not being a good man.

When I'm on the phone to my ex, and I hear my little girl crying cos...

..you know, some teacher don't like her.

I can't do nothing. I can't sort it.

I feel like shit.

Yeah, I don't like the whole dominance thing.

It's belittling, if you don't mind me saying, Dan.

Erm...

Being a man, its way more than dominance.

- Mm. - A lot more.

DOOR OPENS

Oh, shit, it's VPs!

- I see you! - I'm going to cut your dick off, you little bastards!

As for the cowardly, the faithless!

- The detestable, the sexually immoral and liars! - I see you!

- There is the portion that burns with fire and sulphur! - Fucking bastards!

Sex offender fucks!

ANGRY CLAMOUR

You deviant fucks!

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

All right, Keith?

You all right?

- You weren't in class. - No.

They wouldn't let us off the landing.

I'd love to say it was an incident,

but, like as not, someone just

squashed a cockroach without the correct paperwork.

This place is a shite shambles, Dan.

DAN CHUCKLES

Well, I've... I've brought you some reading.

- I know you like a head start. - I do, I do.

Thank you.

It's a dialogue between Slavoj Zizek and Will Self.

Ah, Zizek!

The Billy Connolly of philosophy.

It's like if performance art fucked verbosity.

- Thanks for that, Dan. - That's all right.

I'll... I'll see you next class.

All right. Oh, by the way.

I could do something for you in return.

"In return"? What do you mean?

Well, your dad did time, right?

What makes you say that?

Well, in a place like this, word gets around.

Doesn't matter how.

What matters is, I know a guy who was inside with him.

He was your dad's pad-mate.

Right, that's what he said, is it?

He said he was my dad's pad-mate?

- Aye, for eight months. - Mm.

Now, that's a hell of a long time in a place like this.

And what's more is...

..that man's in here.

You know, I could put you in touch.

You could...have a chat with him.

Would you like that?

I'll think about what you said.

- Right. - Yeah.

All right, Lee?

Hey. Erm, yeah.

Look, listen, you're going to Uncle Frank's today, right?

I thought I might... you know, tag along?

Yeah. Erm, when are you going?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure. Yeah, I've...

Yeah, I've got something I have to do first.

PHONE CAMERA CLICKS

PHONE CHIMES

The thing was, though, Dan, they made you fucking march.

What, like a soldier?

Like a fucking tin soldier!

They wanted to march you down to get your fucking chow!

This is years ago, Dan.

I'm a kid, so I'm not having this.

I give it the Travolta roll.

I'm all like...

THEY LAUGH

Wahey! There she goes, Saturday Night Fever.

This big screw takes one look.

Bang! Punches me right in the guts for that.

No.

Yeah, I go down like a sack of spuds.

Puked up all over his shoes, I did!

Oh! I bet they were shiny, and all!

But the next day, I'll do it all again.

I give it the roll, bang, punched in the guts, on the floor.

Next day, roll, bang, floor.

Ten days straight, I swear to God.

So, they change tack.

I go down, they gave me my dinner.

The whole plate is covered in salt.

Oh!

No, that's wrong, that is.

Yeah, you had to scrape it off even to eat, eh?

But I still give it the roll, right?

And every day they give me my plate of food, white with salt.

Ten days of that, chuck me in seg.

Oh! No, that is bad.

Dan, seg, that's awful.

I mean, I've never done seg, but they bury you down there, mate.

You sleep on a concrete ledge, Dan.

Each day, the screws would wake me up, take me outside,

give me a shovel, and make me dig an hole eight foot deep.

And at the end of the day, I'd have to fill it back in.

God, you must have been exhausted.

Dan, every day, when they open that door, I'd spring to my feet,

big smile and go...

"You got my shovel? I love digging."

THEY LAUGH

I loved it. I loved it. I did.

Right, but you hated it, really?

- I loved it. I pretended I loved it. - Yeah.

So, you didn't love it?

No, Dan, he loved it. He pretended.

I used to pretend I loved it, so, you know...

I LOVED it!

What about on your own? When you put your head on the pillow?

I'd been digging fucking holes all day.

I slept like a log.

LEE LAUGHS

What you got to remember about prison is...

..it fucking loves to grip you in place.

Now, if you don't want that,

you've got to push back.

So, one day, they send me back to my cell.

No-one says a word.

I'm thinking, "Oh, aye, what now?"

They call feeding time.

I roll on down, just like always.

All eyes on me.

Give me my food.

Clean.

Not a grain of salt on it.

Earn their respect, Frank.

They'd given up on me.

So, I took that plate, look up at the screw who's with me,

and I say...

"Where's my fucking salt?"

THEY LAUGH

LIGHTER CLICKS

- Got any crisps or something, Nan? - No.

What do you mean, "No"? You got to have some.

No. Get off.

All right, all right, all right.

- Is it the puff? - Hmm.

Oh, you don't like to be around it.

He's a good lad - Lee.

He's done really well.

He's looking a bit tired, though, ain't he?

Yeah. I noticed that.

You digging holes again, Frank?

Making a pond for Mum.

Loads of wildlife in a pond.

Toads, ducks, dragonflies.

Could even get newts.

I don't want fucking newts.

DAN LAUGHS

Thanks, Nan.

I love wildlife.

When we was little, used to bunk the train to Sandwich, in Kent.

Sit on the shore, watch the sun go down.

I've not been back since I was a boy.

Well, we could go if you like, Frank? Get you some air.

- Well, great, but... - What about tomorrow?

Got to wait for a clear day, though. You want to clear day.

It's going to be really clear tomorrow.

Well, yeah. We'll,...

Yeah, we'll...

We'll do that, yeah, but we'll wait for a clear day.

Yeah.

Erm...

Frank, do you know where Dad is?

Why you asking that?

I just...

I just... I just want to know where he is.

- You're not going to get in touch with him, are you? - No, no, no, no.

No.

Just want to know.

There's lots of reasons why people do crime.

With me, it's cos I was good at it.

With Lee, it's cos he had to,

he had no choice.

But with your dad, it was cos

he liked to subjugate people.

He loved to grind people down.

He enjoyed it.

He was a fucking weasel.

And you shouldn't need reminding of that.

This for starter, this for main.

Where's that prick with our drinks?

Well, we can see they're busy.

Oh, so sorry, guys.

There's been a problem in the kitchen.

It's all gone a bit...crazy.

Where's my drink?

Erm, they're just on drinks now,

but I thought, if I get your food order in, there should be no delay.

Oh, that is very considerate.

Off the kids menu, we'll have the sausage bites to start,

- and then the pasta, but with no cheese. - Of course.

And for me as a starter, could I get...

Actually, is the baked brie good?

Honestly, it's the best thing on the menu.

Not just saying that?

All right, well, normally, yes, but it is really good.

Well, how could I resist that?

Yeah, how could you resist that?

Great. And for you, sir?

Calamari.

Calamari. Fantastic.

And now for the mains.

I've actually got a special tonight, it's a grilled monkfish.

It comes with a baked potato, salad, and a pesto sauce.

Oh, that does sound lovely.

- You know, I think I'll take that. - Great.

Thought you were having cod.

Yeah, I was, but...

Well, don't let him upsell you. Have your fucking cod.

I want steak, cremated.

And if I see one drop of blood,

won't just be the fucking cow bleeding.

HE LAUGHS UNCOMFORTABLY

Uh...

Do you move as fast as you smile?

Uh, sorry, I...

- Don't start, he's just doing his job. - What you sorry for?

Uh, nothing. I'm not. I just...

So, you're not sorry?

Not sorry at all, then?

Should I just get the drinks?

Well, I'm not going to go up there and get them my fucking self, am I?

HE LAUGHS

Fucking fairy wanker.

Mum?

- Where's Dad? - He's having a drink.

What, by himself?

Go brush your teeth, Danny.

I wish Lee was here.

DOOR SLAMS

That what you want, is it?

- What you doing? - That what you fucking well want?

Is it?

That what you want?

Is that what you fucking well want? What do you want?

What do you want?!

Wear it. Here!

- Calm down! - Is that what you want, is it?

- Calm down, sir! - That what you fucking well want?

- Is that what you want? - Stop it. - There you go! Have that!

- Is that what you want, is it? - Stop! - Get off me!

That what you fucking well want?

- Is that what you want?! - Hey! - What are you...?

Let's go!

Now, calm down!

- Stop! - No! No!

No! No! No!

That what you want, is it?!

That what you fucking well want?!

That what you want, is it?!

Honestly, I just cannot find anything wrong with it.

I just keep thinking that I can smell gas.

Well, can you smell it now?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I think I can.

No, you can't.

Cos I've had the gas lines off for 90 minutes

and the windows open for 70.

So, if there's any gas in this room,

it is defying the basic laws of atmospheric circulation.

OK, so...so why can I smell it?

Uh, well, that is between you

and a caring and qualified psychotherapist.

Look, it's, erm...

It's a mechanical process.

Gas flow is initiated by physically turning the knob.

It's fine.

But if you want to get a second opinion, you're more than welcome.

Is that a thing in gas engineering?

No.

OK, so, I, uh...

I should just relax?

Yeah. Yeah, I'd give that a try.

You want me to check it again, don't you?

Yeah... Yeah. Is that totally insane?

Well, it is going to be exactly the same result.

And...I will have to charge you for another hour,

and you did say you had somewhere to be,

- and you're already late, so... - Yeah, yeah.

Erm, yeah... No, OK.

Sorry, yeah. Check it again, please.

ENGINEER SCOFFS

BAG UNZIPS

Hey, Jamie.

Hey. Yeah, I'm...

Yeah, sorry, sorry.

I'm on a bus, but there... There was...

There was this...this, erm... fight on the bus.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. These two guys.

Look, so, I'm... I'm on another one right now,

so I'm going to be there in...

Erm...

Well, listen, I mean, as soon as I can.

MUTTERING: Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this...

MUFFLED CHATTER

Hey. Max.

I'm so sorry. There was...

There was a fight on the bus, and then there was roadworks, and it...

I'm going to go and try and rescue the jambalaya,

which was ready one hour and 25 minutes ago.

WHISPERING: Is he really pissed off?

Yeah.

LIVELY CHATTER

But he is driving me nuts.

- So, this guy, he's a prisoner? - What's his name, Helen?

Damir. Do you know him?

I don't think so.

Well, I've been doing these lessons, parenting through play?

So, I bring in a bunch of toys for the men,

and I teach them how to play with their own children.

Oh, my God, that is amazing.

Because a lot of them don't know how.

They're often inside when their kids are born, and their own families...

It's not exactly like they come from homes where Dad engages fully.

I could not do it. Working in a prison, I just could not do it.

THEY LAUGH

But this one guy drives me nuts.

Damir, is he a lifer?

Yeah, that's right. Do you know him?

Yeah, I think so. Yeah, I quite like him.

You work in a prison as well?

Yeah, I thought you taught philosophy?

I do.

Erm...in prison, to prisoners.

Wow.

Fucking wow!

That's just blown my mind.

That's incredible!

Well, anyway, this guy, Damir,

he insists on calling me "Miss"

despite me specifically telling him, call me Helen.

- No, that is annoying. - Thank you.

And he's always finding me a chair.

He will stop everything, and it's all like,

"Let's find Miss the best chair."

THEY LAUGH

- Yeah, what an arse. - No!

Dan. It's belittling.

Yeah. No, no, I get that.

That is kind of sexist, actually.

And if anyone says anything, he's straight in with,

"Have some respect. How would you feel if she was your sister?"

Like I need him to save me.

Well, I think... I think it's the other way round.

I think that you're saving him.

You know, he has to protect you from the other men

to prove that he's not like them.

They're the men that have to dominate other people, not him.

Yeah, but what he's doing is the opposite

and that kind of male protection is proprietary, right?

I mean, erm, he's actually reinforcing dominant behaviour.

Write that down for me, Paul.

I'll pass that on to Damir before his next anal cavity search.

THEY LAUGH

Max, this is gorgeous.

Yeah. Normally, it is.

Dan, can I ask you a question?

I think so.

Well, it's a bit personal.

You said your father is a prisoner.

Was.

Yeah, erm, like I said,

I don't know where he is now.

So, do you think you're trying to sort of save these men you teach?

Do you mind me asking you this?

No. Why would I be trying to save them?

Well...

What, you happened to just find yourself working in the place

that stole your father from you?

No, no, no. My father wasn't stolen.

I mean, he stole, but he wasn't stolen.

Yeah.

No, seriously, though.

I mean, otherwise, why are you working in a prison?

Why's Jamie in a prison? Why's Helen in a prison?

THEY LAUGH

Why...in a...!

Well, come on.

"Come on," what? What do you mean, "Come on"?

- Well, it's just different, isn't it? - Is it?

Well, you know it is.

What, this has never occurred to you before? What, ever?

I don't know.

Maybe I'm just fucking dumb, Paul.

And Dan doesn't drink, by the way.

To reiterate, this is Dan sober.

I mean, I don't think Paul was trying to make you...

What do your parents do, Paul?

Oh they're both, uh, GPs.

You said you were a doctor, didn't you?

All right, OK. I can see where this is...

And yet you don't feel the need to pathologize

- that kind of inheritance? - Oh, I wasn't pathologizing...

Oh, no, no, that's right, of course.

Nice middle-class, bourgeois, white bread, nepo baby

pass-downs are perfectly acceptable.

- All right, Dan. Come on. - No, I'm...

I'm not trying to save anyone.

The time to save them's long gone.

We all missed the boat on that one.

We were too busy recreationally pontificating over

Chateauneuf-du-Pape and shoving culturally appropriated rice stodge

down our throats.

- Now, I don't... - I'm really sorry...

But I don't save, I don't rehabilitate.

I mean, I don't even educate, really. I mean...

Actually the most that I do is a two-hour holiday in the head.

A brief respite from a life of concrete,

steeped in spice.

A life that can best be characterised by the act of

trying not to make eye contact with another man

while he shits in front of you.

That's me, Paul.

QUIETLY: So, feel free to...psychoanalyse that.

Fucking hell.

Sorry, I was... I was just, erm...

Yeah? What were you "just", then?

- What the fricking fuck? - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I know.

"White bread, nepo baby, pass-downs"?

Yeah, that was too much, wasn't it?

No, no. The whole thing was too much.

Everything that came out of your mouth was way too much.

I mean, I don't know you, but I hope this is a nervous breakdown,

because if this is what you're normally like...

Is it OK in there?

No. No, it is not.

The atmosphere is most definitely ruined.

Paul's a dick, though, right?

No. I mean, he was just drunk.

And Max is lovely, but he's never going to forgive you

for that shitty jambalaya.

I mean, you were an hour and a half late. What were you doing?

I was checking my stove.

Excuse me?

My cooker.

Takes me an hour to leave the house these days

cos I keep thinking it's on.

That's what I was doing just now,

checking photos of it.

Photos? Of your cooker?

Yeah. Do you want to see?

Got thousands.

But they don't work any more.

I just...I just keep thinking that

that flame's going to come on anyway. Fucking debilitating.

Oh, and I've started seeing my dad.

Or, like, thinking that I'm seeing him.

And Paul's right.

Me doing this job may very well be about a man

that I never want to see again, and fucking hated anyway, so...

Actually, yeah, this could be a breakdown.

SLAPS LEG

Why don't you use a video camera?

Instead of photos. Set up a... nanny cam in front of the cooker.

Download the app on your phone,

you can watch it in real time.

That way, you'll know your house isn't burning down.

I mean, that's what I'd do if I was fucking nuts.

But why are we going home? We only got here yesterday.

The holiday money's gone.

Your dad had to pay a fine for nicking that jewellery.

It wasn't jewellery. It was display models. It was all fakes.

You see, that's why you need to keep out of trouble, Danny.

It was just plastic. That's why they couldn't put me away.

Yeah, you didn't know that at the time, though, did you?

You ruin everything you touch!

- Why have you parked so far? - Sh!

I don't want people to see.

Keep your fucking head down, you.

- WHISPERING: - Don't touch the light!

I don't want them knowing our business.

You're staying at Gary's?

- I'm doing a bit of work. - Oh, great.

- Don't you ever learn? - Mum, I'm hungry.

What, we're supposed to stay in the dark for a week?

I'm not having them, out there, knowing our business.

I won't have them looking down on us.

Of course they look down on us! I mean, I'd look down on us.

- Look at the state of us! - Mum, I'm really hungry.

- Not now, Danny. - But I'm starving, I've not eaten since lunch.

- I'll get you something soon. - When? I'm hungry.

Look, you can go to the shops at night.

I'll be back in a couple of days, I said that.

But I'm not having these fucking arseholes sneering at me!

Is that understood?

Cos it's all about you, isn't it? It is all about you and what you...

I said I'm hungry, you tart!

What did you just say?!

Come here, you, now!

Closer.

What did you just say?

If you ever talk to her like that again,

I will fucking kill you, boy. Do you understand that?

I will end your life. Do you believe that?

I will fucking kill you.

Malcolm X was a man of transformations.

At 21, he went to prison for robbery.

Inside, educated himself,

and when he came out he became ardently political.

Yeah, yeah, I watched a film about him.

That Denzel played him, innit?

Bruv, I read his whole book, bruv!

He became a criminal to get away from poverty.

- That right, Dan? - Mm-hm.

But he's a complicated figure.

So, while, in later life, he acknowledged the role

that women played in the struggle,

in his early speeches X talks about how men are strong

and women are weak.

He tells men to dominate their women.

Yeah, but he grew up with no dad.

Why does that make a difference?

Loads of men in here only have mums,

yet they end up misogynistic.

Blame the one that's still there.

A rapist moves onto their landing,

they all join the queue to fuck that guy up.

But a female guard passes,

see all them same mans standing around like...

Hands on their balls, Dan.

Every time, hands down the front, touching balls.

Female right there.

So, a father's a good influence?

No. Dads make it worse.

- LAUGHING: - One time, my dad slapped me up, yeah?

And then this advert for Childline comes on.

I'm all crying, I'm snotty, I'm like,

"I'm going to call that number!"

THEY LAUGH

And he's like, "All right, go ahead.

"Yeah, I'll slap you up before they come round,

"I'll slap you up whilst they're here,

"and I'll slap you up after they're gone."

THEY LAUGH

Eh, my old man used to call them adverts "tooth decay", yeah?

He says they're an easy way to lose your fucking teeth.

THEY LAUGH

My dad broke my arm once.

It was, like, a compound spiral fracture of the radius,

plus a dislocated shoulder.

And I had to pretend I caught it in the rubbish chutes.

And he comes to hospital the next day with a bag of crisps

and he says, "I done it cos I love you."

I was so pleased when that prick died.

What flavour of crisp?

THEY LAUGH

My God!

I'm joking, I'm joking.

THEY LAUGH

- I think they're incredible. - Bro, they're meadies, Dris.

Waiting for Jesus.

- Who you waiting for? - Jesus.

Fuck all of that shit.

I don't want to get my hand chopped off for...

Greg, can I borrow you?

I'm sorry, Greg. I...

I couldn't make out the words.

Yeah, me neither.

My handwriting's fucking awful.

Can't read anything I write.

Well, could you do it on a computer maybe, in the library?

I only get two hours a week in the library,

and that's stripped every time there's a lockdown.

I'm sorry, Greg. I can't read it.

But, listen, sometimes they let you have a laptop, if there's a reason.

You want me to talk to the governor?

Maybe ask for you?

What for?

Well, so that you can do your memoir.

Yeah, but why are you doing that?

Just to help.

Well, I want to get it down, the memoir.

While it's still in there, you know?

Yeah. I get it.

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I'll speak to the governor, see what happens.

DAN KNOCKS ON DOOR

Oh.

It was inappropriate of you to bring up my father, Keith.

Was it?

Yeah, it was.

It could be seen as an attempt to manipulate a member of staff,

and things like that get punished. All right?

I could get you put on basic for what you said.

Is that a threat, Daniel?

No, it's a statement.

Ooh!

Well, colour me shitting my fucking pants.

I notice you're not telling me to go fuck myself, though.

You know what your problem is?

Hmm?

You're not one thing or the other.

No...

You're not us, you're not them.

You're definitely not your father's son, that's for sure.

And I'd wager you're not your mum's either.

Stuck...

..right in the fucking middle.

That's you, son.

Can't piss,

can't get off the pot.

That's a messy place to be.

Well, you have a think about it.

You know where I am.

And, by the way, you can take this shite with you.

Self and Zizek together?

I'm a red-blooded heterosexual, but that's way too much cunt for anyone.

Oh.

Oh.

Boop!

Oh.

Do you remember what Dad's favourite song was?

- My Way. - Wow.

You remember that?

No. Guessed it.

You guessed his favourite song?

Well, was it?

- Yeah. - Yeah, it was obvious.

Wanker's charter. "I did it my way."

Yeah, of course you fucking did.

That's your problem, pal.

You all right, Lee?

Yeah, fine. Just tired.

This sleep thing's a killer.

I haven't been to a meeting for a while, so...

- You've not been to a meeting? - Oh, no, Dan. It's fine.

- Jesus, Lee. That's... - Dan.

I'm all right.

I'll get to one tomorrow.

It's just... I'm just whacked, is all.

Why do you think Mum didn't...

..didn't leave him sooner?

It's just that, when I asked her the other day,

- it looked like she was going to cry. - Well, don't fucking ask her, then!

What the fuck are you asking her for?

Well, I think it's a reasonable question.

Oh, "reasonable." Yeah. Oh, right, now she's got to walk around

with a head full of that prick all day. Yeah, reasonable.

What is going on with you at the moment?

I mean, why are you asking about him?

All right. This, erm...

This prisoner told me about a pal of his who was dad's pad-mate,

and he'd asked if I wanted him to make an introduction.

- Are you joking? - No, I told him, "No," Lee.

- I told him to go fuck himself, actually. - What are you doing?

- He's after something. - I know.

He's trying to drag you in.

- He's going to ask for a phone, drugs... - No, no, I know, Lee.

Lee, I know.

I told him that. I said, "No." I shut it down.

Oh, did you?

Cos you're talking about it now. So you think you've shut it down,

- but he's got inside your head... - Lee. Lee.

- Lee, I can handle it! - Because that's how it works in there.

Christ.

I know that I'm your younger brother, right, but you treat me

like I'm a child sometimes, like I've not been through anything.

Oh, right, yeah. What you been through?

OK, I'm a part of this family. OK?

Oh, for... That's not what I said. I didn't mean that.

No, you didn't have to. It fucking drips off you, all of you.

I'm not some fucking wine-swilling academic, OK?

I have lived things, they're in me.

What about Mum?

What ABOUT Mum?

Digging all this stuff up. What about me? What about my son?

- What? That's nothing to do with it... - Cos it's not just your life

that you're bringing him back into, is it?

I'm not fucking bringing him back from anywhere. Christ!

You shouldn't be in that place. It's dangerous, Dan.

- Lee, I can handle it. - You shouldn't be in there!

Lee, I can handle it!

Do not talk to me about that man again!

I do not want to hear it!

Not where my son is.

You get another fucking job, Dan!

Don't tell him we came home early, all right, Danny?

You want me to lie?

I don't want your brother upset.

He's got enough on his plate.

Is Lee coming home with us?

Your brother's just doing a bit of work, Danny.

So, was it a good holiday?

Yeah, it was nice.

That's it? Just nice?

You don't want to hear about that.

Yeah, I do.

Course I want to hear about it.

Look at what I got to stare at.

It was...fine, Lee. It was fine.

"Fine"?

What...aren't you saying?

Nothing! It was good. We had a great time.

Everything was lovely. Wasn't it, Danny?

Danny, tell your brother the holiday was good.

Mum said you were working.

Yeah, that's right.

Dan, I've just been doing a bit of work.

But this is a prison.

Why didn't you tell me?

Look,

all this...

..this ain't for you.

- You're different, Dan. - What does that mean?

Why am I different?

No. That's a good thing.

How's that good?

Dan...

..you're different.

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