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Ever seen Scum with Ray Winstone?

Please, stop!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Steve had it on VHS.

Please, stop! No!

I reckon he was trying to put me off bum sex,

or scare me so I'd never end up in prison.

No!

Turns out it didn't work on either count.

Two years. Two fucking years.

Watch where you're going!

All of your belongings.

Earrings, too.

Nice earrings, dickhead.

Come on, boys. Come on.

What you in for?

Come on, then, what you in for?!

Er, er, robbery.

Robbery?

Who'd ya rob, an old woman?

Who's ready for a finger up their batty?

Take them off.

Faggot! Little fucking poofter!

I just need to keep my head down and I'll be fine.

Who am I kidding?

I'm going to fucking die in here.

You'll get your phone call soon.

- Hello. - Hello?

Hello?

I can't hear ya? Hello? Who is it?

Hello. Die, it's Byron.

I'm stuck in...

Leave a message!

Guess what, I might just listen to it.

Beep!

Hello. Die, it's Byron, I'm stuck in...

Got ya again!

Ooh, God.

Hello, Die.

Can you just fucking answer your phone, please?

It's not fucking funny.

Got any burn?

What?

Baccy.

Hand it over.

Who are you?

Right, enough with the fuckin' questions

and give it me.

I don't have any.

Lying in 'ere will get ya shanked up.

Bang up.

Fuck's sake.

Can you hear me?

Lessons.

Can I please just do 'em in here?

No. You're coming with me now.

Come on, get moving.

Hey! Get off the table.

All right! All right. This is Byron.

Miss Meadows, our education officer.

Take a seat.

- Right... - Wagwan, sissy boy?

That's enough.

Right, 20-minute test.

Let's just see where we're at, what kind of progress you're making,

if any at all.

Hey, Miss, how do you catch AIDS?

Right.

20-minute test in silence.

Go.

Duncan!

- Right, get out. - I barely fucking touched him.

- You're acting like I fucking stabbed him. - Get out!

What you sayin', bitch boy?

What?

I've done nothing wrong. Fuck's sake.

Come on, come here.

The Lord is my light and salvation.

Here, you can take 'em. You can... You can have all of 'em.

You a puff?

So... how long you in 'ere for, then?

Fucking ages.

Right, and... And when do you get out?

I've got no chance at an HDC, so not for a while.

What's that?

Early release, but ya have to wear a tag.

Hardly any fucker gets it, though.

Bang up!

Night, night.

Here she is, please welcome Nadia!

I've just had a sex change, and I'm very proud of what I am,

what I've achieved so far.

I've done three years of going through gender clinics

and all that nonsense.

I had my breasts done, which I'm very proud of.

She had her operation a year and a half ago,

and she's decided she's not necessarily going to tell

her house mates straight away.

She may play with them a little bit first.

Day six in the Big Borstal House.

Fuck's sake, how the fuck did I get here?

- Byron. - Yeah?

Were you in further education?

Kind of.

Sign this.

I don't want to stick out.

I don't want to miss the chance of teaching something interesting.

Think of your future.

What, could this help get me a HDC?

No-one is guaranteed one of those.

But, yes, it could.

If you get good grades, you might be eligible for early release.

Anyone want one of the gay boy's books?

Pack it in, Carl.

Oh, Golden Boy will be fine without his books.

Jay!

Toby!

Hello?

I can't hear ya. Hello? Who is it?

Leave a message. Guess what, I might just listen to it.

So, have you met anyone nice in here, then?

It's prison, Lisa.

Are you eatin'?

You look ever so frail.

Yeah, I am, but the food's horrible, Mommar.

I just can't stand you bein' in here, Byron.

I mean, why did you do it?

It doesn't make any sense to me.

Come on, now. Look, let's not do this now.

No, he needs to hear it, Mam.

Everybody's looking at me in Hucknall.

I can't go anywhere, can't even go to the friggin' Co-op.

You ought to try being in fuckin' prison, Mum.

Will you stop it with the effin and jeffin, please?

Sorry.

Tell us about this JCB thingy.

HDC, Mommar.

It's a Home Detention Curfew.

HDC, yeah.

Yeah, and if I get it, it means I can get out in eight months.

Oh, well, that's good.

Good?

It's eight months.

What you going to do about your studies?

Yeah, well, they'll let me do 'em in here.

Yeah, but it's not the same, is it?

Yeah, well, I haven't got a fucking choice, Mum, have I?

Sorry.

I'm... I can't say anything right in here.

Yeah, well, at least you've got some self-awareness at last.

I can't be here, Mam.

I'm going to go stand outside.

No, Lisa, don't go, darling.

I know you're not going to believe me, Byron,

but... I just want you to be all right.

Hey, I'll write to you, Duckie.

- No touching, please. - Oh, sorry. Sorry. - Thank you.

You've, er...

You've just got to keep your head down and get on with it.

And you'll get through it, you know.

Yeah.

Get undressed.

Yes, sir.

Speak up.

Yes, sir.

And your pants.

Yes, sir.

Arms up. Turn around.

Day 20 in the Big Borstal House...

and I can feel myself disappearin'.

- I'm exhausted. - I can't take it.

Nadia, is it just the lack of cigarettes?

Yes, it is just the lack of cigarettes!

Don't ask me any more questions! Just get me out of here, please!

I'm going to go insane!

Look at me, this is not funny.

Trouble So Hard by Vera Hall

I wonder what everyone's saying on the outside.

I want everyone to be dead bored without me.

Any news on my HDC?

Piss off!

I want the whole frigging world to just stop.

But it won't, will it?

Cos they're playing all the new songs on the radio today

and it got me thinking.

There'll be traffic jams and parties,

and special offers in Tesco's,

and life will just carry on without me.

Leave a message!

- Guess what... - Fuck's sake!

Any news?

But maybe this is exactly what someone like me deserves.

Leave a message!

Guess what, I might just...

Oi!

"Ey up, reprobate. How's jail?

"I hope you're not someone's bitch already.

"Right, that was a joke, before you get all sensitive.

"Hey, I found this photo of us, and it made me proper miss you.

"Up here's fine, and I do miss everyone.

"Even you sometimes, you gobby little bitch.

"And I am getting by. I met some new people, too.

"Got some new work connections. Wink wink.

"Anyway, I spoke to Die on the phone the other day,

"and we was laughing about her from therapy.

"God, do you remember that?

"Oh, I do miss you, babes.

"It's weird without you girls around, I can't lie.

"I hope you're keeping your chin up in there.

"Right, I know it's tough, but you are tougher.

"Everything's going to be all right.

"Just hang in there, Byron. You'll get through it.

"I promise.

"I love you, girl.

"Sasha."

I'm a little disappointed with the men

you've chosen to come in here.

I was just wondering what your thoughts were on that?

Why are you disappointed in the Big Brother men?

"Big Brother men"!

Only because I thought they would be a bit sort of, I don't know,

more masculine or sort of cave-looking men,

you know what I mean? Like, primitive.

Fuck's sake.

Wagwan, jail bait?

Oh, my God, Die!

Fucking hell, Die. Where the fuck have ya been my whole life?

I can't hear ya properly, babes. I'm having a rave at my house.

OK, well, Die, listen to me, yeah.

I'm going to get you a visiting order,

for you and Smanfa to come and see me, yeah?

Oh, yeah, defo, babes. I'll be there.

OK. OK. How's the rave? And be honest -

are you miserable without me?

Look, Damo's spewin'.

I've got to go, all right? All right, bye. Bye, bye, bye.

You've come a long way, Byron.

Your writing is interesting, it's original.

Oh, thanks, Miss.

If we take a look at your introduction...

Miss, can ya just help?

- Fuck off. - Carl...

- If we take a look at your... - Miss, have you got a second?

Give me a second.

If we look at your introduction,

what I feel here is that you've already reached your conclusion

before you've expanded on any points.

- Well, I have. - But you can't do that, Byron.

It's so close to an A. It is so...

Fuck's sake!

I actually need help with something.

He's got so many books, he can already fucking read.

But I need help to read and you won't fucking come near me!

- Carl! - You sit with him all lesson.

- Enough. - Oh, fuck off!

Shut the fuck up, all of you!

Ooh, scary!

Settle down.

Settle down!

Ooh, scary, Carl!

Scary, Carl.

You've got real potential, Byron.

Have you considered university?

No, I don't think people like me go to university.

Says who?

I'm going to get you some prospectuses.

Right, back to your cells.

Why the fuck did you do that?

- Did ya grass? - No, I fucking didn't.

But what if someone had seen the room?

You could've messed things up for me.

I don't know, I'm sure you're going to be fine.

You get all the fucking help you need, don't you?

What are you doin'?

I got an appeal.

An appeal for what?

To get my sentence reduced.

I want to ask my mum if she'll come.

Do you want me to help you do it?

Yeah.

OK.

Well, what is it you want to say to her?

I want to say that...

I want to say that I had my reasons.

OK.

Anything else?

And...

that I'm... I'm sorry for letting her down again.

OK.

OK. Well, then, why don't we...

Why don't we start there?

Why don't we say...

"Dear Mum..."

Er, "I know that you're upset..."

Yeah. Yeah.

"But the first thing I want to say to you...

"is that I'm sorry."

2.34pm.

Nadia has been getting ready for the past three and a half hours.

- Do you think I look beautiful? - Of course.

This is Big Brother. Can Nadia please come to the Diary Room?

Oh, what, you want some burn?

Thanks.

Hmm.

Hey, what?

Seen something ya like, batty boy?

Hey, come look at this faggot, man.

What's it like gettin' fucked up the ass?

Why don't you tell me?

Oh-ho!

Or better yet, why don't we ask your dad?

- Oh, oh, oh. - You better shut the fuck up.

There's a strong family resemblance, in't there?

One brain cell and tiny little cock.

- I'm going to fuckin'...! - Hey!

- Stop. Stop. - I'll fucking slap your face.

You've got a mouth on you, haven't ya?

Yeah, that's what his dad said.

I'm going to fuck this guy up!

Oh, shit!

- Break it up! - Break it up!

Go on, fuck off, the lot of you!

After lights out, we speak through the bogs.

You can join, but only if you make us laugh.

Yeah, wondered why the loo were whisperin'.

Yeah, you've got to pump the water out with the toilet brush.

Mmm, don't worry, I know my way round a toilet brush.

He was fucking pushing us!

- He was asking for it. - All right, break it up! - Prick! I'll kill him!

- Fuck off! - Back off!

- What you doin', huh? What? - Don't you put your hands on me.

- Calm down. - What, you going to let him start on me

and I can't defend myself? I was fucking defending myself.

So, I've been speaking to Miss Meadows.

She says you applied to uni and you're working hard.

Early release in six months' time.

Thank you so much.

Thank you, sir. You don't know how grateful I am, you really don't.

Thank you so much.

But remember the three Fs.

No fighting, no funny business, no fucking,

or this all goes away.

Yes, Mr D. Three Fs. Got it.

Thanks, sir.

Oh!

Oh, fuck. OK.

Anyone there?

Oh, fuck's sake.

Is that you, Hucknall?

Carl?

I'm... I'm gettin' a Maccy's.

Quarter pounder and chocolate milkshake.

That's what you'd do first?

I swear down.

You?

God, I don't know.

I can't decide whether things are going to be completely different

or exactly the same.

Different.

I mean, it's got to be.

What are you going to do differently?

Er...

Not get used by absolute bell ends and commit crimes.

Oh, none of it's your fault, then?

You going to go back shagging dirty old men?

Oh, come on, Carl, there's got to be some fun.

Fun?

How old were they?

It weren't really a "What's your name, where do you come from?"

Kind of situation.

But they were men, though? Grown-ups?

Yeah, I wanted to do it, OK.

OK, but why did they?

It ain't right.

I mean, come on, Carl, what do you know? You don't get it.

I fuckin' do.

I saw your, erm...

your photo. You were...

You're one of them drag queens?

Er...

No, no, I'm a...

It's more than that.

That's why I'm fuckin' suffocating in here.

Well, yeah, I don't...

I don't get it, but you look happy in that picture.

It suits you, so...

You know, that's one of the reasons I love Die so much.

Like... the first time I ever met her,

she just let me feel like I could be myself around her.

Oh, I'm sorry, I know I keep going on about her,

but, honestly, seeing her tomorrow

is the only thing that's fucking getting me through this place.

Sounds good, mate.

Right, well, I'm shattered, so I'm going to get off.

Night, Carl.

I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.

Don't drop the soap, lads!

Oh, fuck.

That suited you.

Thanks.

Hey.

Hi, babe.

Where's Die?

She couldn't get her pass on time.

Oh.

Oh, right.

Oh, well, erm...

it's fine. Erm, thanks for comin'.

Yeah, of course. Don't be daft.

So, how you been?

Any news on HDC yet?

Yeah, it's the...

Sorry, it's the, erm...

It's the 20th of August, so...

That's amazin'.

I'm so proud of ya.

- Hey, look, I've got summat to tell you. - Yeah?

Do you remember Kayleigh Miles?

I bet you she left it to the last minute, didn't she?

What? Who? What?

- Die. - Byron, what...?

Yeah, sorry. Erm, Kayleigh... Kayleigh Miles.

- Got the crunchy perm? - Yeah, yeah. Yeah, her.

Yeah. Erm, well, Kelly in Royal Oak

is saying that Kayleigh's fuckin' Luke.

Sorry, I... Fuck. I can't fucking believe her.

- No, I know. I know. - I mean, she's meant to be my fucking best mate,

and she can't sort herself out to come visit me in prison.

She's takin' the fucking piss.

Don't you think that's wild?

Do you know what, Byron? I didn't need to come all this way.

It's Leicester, Smanfa, it's not Mars.

Oh, God...

You still think you're the centre of the friggin' universe, don't you?

- No, I don't. - Well, then, just take a look at yersen, would ya?

You're in prison.

So you ain't exactly got it all figured out.

Leave a message!

Guess what, I might just listen to it.

Beep!

Got you again.

Oh, God.

Listen, you fucking bitch! Couldn't get yourself sorted

to come and see me while I'm stuck here in fucking prison!

Babes, stop tryna be a fuckin' martyr!

You could just about pull off Lady Die,

so Saint Die is a fuckin' stretch!

Fucking selfish bitch!

Ooh!

Come on, shift out the fucking way. Come on, move. Move.

I mean, I did leave her a shitty voicemail,

and maybe it was a bit fucking harsh,

but she's the one person who I want to see in here.

At what point is she just going to forgive me?

It's fucked she didn't come, you know.

Carl. Time to get ready for your hearing.

Oh, right. Shit, aye. Yeah.

Carl. Good luck.

Thanks.

Are you coming or what?

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

I know you want it.

It's not bad, but it's better than nothing.

Ah!

You try.

Go on. It's good.

Oh, fuck!

Don't fucking stop.

- No, I don't want to. - What?

Oh, fuck's sake.

The lines have now been closed for the final time.

The votes have been counted and verified.

And I can reveal that the winner of Big Brother...

is...

Nadia!

Well done, pal.

Aww!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

You won it!

Want another go?

No, I don't.

Fuck. Fuck. Freddie.

Freddie, there's a camera.

What?

What they going to do, bang me up?

Fuck.

I'm sorry your appeal didn't work out.

Look, if it's any consolation,

I'm probably going to be stuck here with you.

What you saying?

I think I've fucked my HDC.

I did something stupid with Freddie,

and as soon as I did it, I fucking regretted it, I did.

But I went back yesterday and there's a fucking CCTV camera.

So now it's on tape, and I think it's only a fucking matter of time

before everyone can see it. And I've fucked it, I have.

I've completely fucked it. I've been so stupid.

- Fucking... - Hey, Carl.

Look, tits!

Who fucking cares?

I guess being in here's not much fucking worse

than being in Hucknell.

You fuckin' threw it away!

- Enough! - Stupid twat!

Guard!

Fucking hell.

Fuck's sake.

Back to work.

Fucking shut your mouth.

Aww! Lovers' tiff, innit?

Right, boys, let's go back to what we were doing.

We were doing really well. We were doing really well.

- Oh! He's going to cry now. - Byron and Carl sittin' in a tree...

Stay away!

Stay back!

- Sake, Carl! - What's happened? What's happened?

Carl tried to string up.

Cells! Now!

Get in! Back in!

Fucking threw it away!

They're all the same.

You still think you're the centre of the friggin' universe, don't you?

They're all the same.

I mean, why did you do it?

They're all the same.

You still think you're the centre of the friggin' universe, don't you?

Fucking threw it away!

I mean, why did you do it?

Fucking threw it away!

Let me out!

Fucking threw it away!

Threw it away!

Fucking threw it away!

Help! Let me out! Let me out!

Hello?

Mum.

Byron? I nearly didn't hear you.

Byron? What...?

What is it? What's wrong?

Mum, it's all gone to shit.

And he just needed his mum and she's not...

Oh, my God, sorry.

Sorry, who did?

I thought you were getting out?

No, I'm a fucking fuck-up, Mum, I can't do anythin' right, can I?

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm fucking sorry for everything, Mum, I am.

I'm so, so sorry.

I can't do fucking anything right.

It's going to be all right, Byron.

Yeah, but what if it's not, Mum?

Look, whatever's happened has happened now, OK?

We can't turn back time.

You can just try now and do the right thing.

Right? That's all any of us can do.

OK.

- Time's up. - OK, right, I've got to go, Mum.

But thank you for listening, OK.

- All right, my love. - OK. See you.

- OK, bye. - Bye.

Sorry.

Come in.

I... I just wanted to see how Carl was doin'.

Recovering.

It's not the first time he's done this, unfortunately.

Yeah, well, I think you should've accepted his appeal.

You finished?

No.

There's...

There's summat I need to tell you.

I...

I fucked up.

I did something with Freddie in the kitchen.

And, look, I'm sure you already know, cos there's a CCTV camera,

but I just wanted to come in here

and tell you that's the reason why Carl was angry.

Cos I jeopardised gettin' out, while he's stuck in here.

And, look, I know that it's going to fuck my HDC,

and I'm going to be stuck in here, and I deserve that,

and so I'm not asking for special treatment,

but I just wanted to come in here, take accountability,

and say that I am sorry and I am going to do better.

I am. I can promise you that. I am going to do better.

It doesn't work.

What?

The CCTV.

Needs fixing.

I never seen anything.

And to think you just could have... left here quietly.

Write.

About what?

Whatever's in that head of yours.

There's an image that keeps appearing in my mind lately.

It's this poster we had in Home Economics.

It shows you how much you should be eatin'

of the different types of food.

All luxury items are at the top -

tasty stuff, sweets and chocolate.

And at the bottom's all the basics, stuff your meant to get plenty of -

fruit and veg, and all that shit.

But society has their own version.

At the top, there's the Queen, the Lords and Ladies,

judges and celebrities,

the other queen, Joan Collins.

There's doctors and bank managers, then there's builders,

and gettin' less and less important until you reach the homeless,

drug dealers and prossies.

And right at the bottom is everyone who's been to prison.

And I ask mysen, how did it happen?

How do we end up on the bottom of the heap,

that it's only good people lookin' down from the top?

One of my favourite books when I were little had a picture

that shows this police station cut in half like a doll's house.

And you could see the divide -

good people above, bad people below.

It stuck with me, cos in some ways, I feel like I've always been below,

locked up.

And bein' here, I've realised we're all trapped in some way.

And I wonder if any of us ever break out the cells we're given

or the ones we build for ourselves,

cos I've realised through our own actions,

we give 'em bricks to fortify 'em with.

I need to stop making excuses and start owning that -

cos look at me.

I'm here, under a prison-issue blanket,

on a prison-issue mattress, lookin' up at a prison ceilin'.

I robbed someone.

I committed a crime.

I'm doin' the time.

But what's next?

Hey, Smanf.

Look, I don't expect ya to talk to me. I get it.

Honestly, I do.

But I just wanted to say one thing to you.

If Luke is havin' it off with Crunchy Perm Kayleigh Miles,

then, babes, he is a bastard and you fuckin' deserve better.

I'm sorry. I am.

I just fuckin' pray you'll forgive me, cos I love ya.

I'll speak to you soon.

You know, two-thirds of offenders end up back in here

within two years.

But you're different.

You have a real chance out there.

Don't fuck it up.

They'll tag you when you get home.

What?

I can still have my HDC?

See you on the outside, Byron.

You'll be back in a week.

Have a nice life.

Back in a week!

♪ We've come a long, long way together

♪ Through the hard times and the good

♪ I have to celebrate you, baby

♪ I have to praise you like I should

♪ I have to praise you

♪ I have to praise you

♪ I have to praise you

♪ I have to praise you

♪ I have to praise you. ♪