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Oi, I said, "Open the door"

How d'you explain it, Baz?

Open this door. I need a slash, man.

How d'ya explain us getting six,

you getting three?

How d'ya explain, lad?

Yeah, well, I can't, lad, can I?

-Eh, shall I tell ya? -Nah, man,

'cause you're a rathole.

Open this door.

Well then, yeah, go on.

Think I know what you're gonna say, Johnno.

But just say it, yeah?

You did a deal, mate.

-All right, and I never. -Oi, I said, "Open the door."

-Yeah, ya did. -Nah, and I'd never,

-not at all. -You did a deal

-behind our backs. -I never.

And that explains that.

I'm failing to-

Shut up, you. Shut your mouth, lad!

That's explained how they found that stash

-on Berry Street. -Not once in my entire life

have I ever grassed

-on anyone, lad. -Your big mouth them

-it was there, yeah? -Nah, and I'd never, lad.

-Yeah, it did. -Nah, and I'd never.

It did.

Lad, where's your.

-Open this door. -You told 'em it was there

-in return for a reduced- -No, I never.

Hey, whoever's banging on that door,

-will ya pack it in, eh? -Who ya talking to?

Don't you think as a grass, yeah,

I wouldn't be going to the same jug?

All of ya, shut your mouth!

-Nah, you shut up. -Okay, listen,

if I'd done a deal-

No one gives a shit, man.

Open the door!

Engine's off.

Are ya letting me out?

Oi, stop ignoring.

Oi, when ya letting me out, eh? Oi!

Come on then.

Come on then, mate!

Oi!

Is that it? Ha ha.

And I'll let ya know something, yeah.

Honestly, I've never grassed on anyone, lad.

Lad, that's , swear to God.

I'm not a snitch, honestly, lad.

Yeah, who ya talking to? Shut up.

Lad, I swear to , yeah.

Lad, all right?

Fucking grass!

Fight in holding cell two!

Now then, stay where you are.

Kill ya, grass.

Go on then, ya little rat. Watch.

Snitch!

Knobhead.

Rat, man!

You're Mark Cobden?

Yes.

Date of birth?

17th April, 1964.

And what religion are ya, Mark?

Oh, uh, I haven't really got one.

Uh, I don't go to church or anything, you know?

I'll put you down as Anglican then, yeah?

But, um, I suppose I'm more lapsed Catholic than...

Right.

Have you been in prison before?

No.

I'm gonna check.

First time for everything, eh?

-Uh... -This way, please.

Are ya feeling suicidal?

What?

Are ya feeling suicidal?

Are you contemplating killing yourself?

No.

Good, okay, if you can

just look into the camera for me, please.

Are ya currently on medication?

Uh, no.

Have you ever contracted a sexually transmitted disease?

No.

Open your mouth.

Tongue out.

Arms up.

Ya ever suffered depression?

When I was younger, I might have been-

Is that a yes or a no?

Uh, no.

Top off.

Arms up.

Have you ever suffered

from any other mental illness?

No.

And do you have

any specific dietary requirements?

No.

'Kay, pants down.

And squat.

Okay, pants up.

You can get dressed now.

Let's lock the door and try , okay?

Yeah.

Jawad, Irvine, Cobden, follow me.

Just over there.

All right, right, through ya go.

Charlie, bled!

These are your PIN codes.

Thanks, boss.

Ta.

Ya get a two-minute phone call.

Thanks. Aw, shit, I forgot the number.

I left it on the phone.

Who were ya gonna phone?

Parents.

You get paper, stamps and envelope tomorrow.

You can write to them

unless there's another number you know.

The wife, uh.

-Up to you, mate. -Uh, um.

Yeah, all right, thank you.

Hello. Hello?

It's me. I got four years.

I need my, uh, my mam and dad's number.

I'll get it.

Have you got a pen?

Thank you.

-You ready? -Hello? I'm here.

0151 496 0293.

Right.

Can I make another call?

-Mark? -No, sorry.

Hi, can you phone them for me?

Can't you do it?

No, I'm only allowed one call, and this is it.

What shall I tell 'em?

Just tell 'em I'm in Craigmore.

They know I got four years.

They were in court for that.

Just tell 'em I'm here.

Right.

How's Tom?

Don't go there, Mark.

Here ya go.

-Cobden. -Yeah.

This is a first-night cell

so called because you spend your first night in it.

In ya go.

Tomorrow is induction.

After induction you get taken to the new wing.

So this is for one night only.

Ah, right, yeah.

This is your emergency call button

so called because you use it only in an emergency, right?

Yeah, right.

I knew Bob Warren.

He was a good man.

I know.

Checked in today, mate. Doing seven.

What 'bout you?

What they give ya?

Four years, cat one, receiving.

That just leaves you.

Oi, Mark, innit?

Yeah?

Man in his 50s, yeah?

Yeah.

What are you in for?

You a nonce?

I killed a man.

Yeah, d'you hear that?

The old man said he killed someone.

Yeah right!

Yo, mate, you expect us to believe that?

Who'd he kill?

I've left your coffee downstairs.

No shirts.

In the basket.

You haven't ironed 'em?

No, I told ya.

Not ironing your shirts anymore.

You said you'd still iron my work shirts.

No, I didn't.

Aw, for Christ's sake, woman!

Uh, there might be one in David's room.

22 years married

and you suddenly decide to turn into a feminist.

Yeah,.

Hang on.

Change the.

-Hiya. -Karen.

Mark Cobden?

Yeah.

It's, yes, boss; yes, Mr. McNally; or, yes, boss.

Yes, boss.

Get your stuff.

Induction. Follow me.

Wait here.

Irvine, nice to see ya again, lad.

Yeah, boss.

Follow me, you lot.

Come on.

I'm your personal officer.

Any problems, ya come to me, right?

If I can't sort it, I'll find someone who can.

Right, boss.

Gabber still here, boss?

Gabber?

Fat bastard with a shaved head.

That's half the prison, that is, lad.

What's his proper name?

I just know him as Gabber, boss.

I owe him money from last time I was in.

And you're worried about that, yeah?

Yeah, boss.

Well, I'll find out his proper name,

and I'll look into it for ya.

Thanks, boss.

Right, in ya go.

Find a seat.

Easy lad.

What?

Come on, mate.

Nah, I get banged up with yous, really?

All right, boys?

Hey, don't sit next to him.

He's a grass.

Lad, I'm no grass, me, ya know?

-You're a grass. -If they found that stash

on Berry Street, yeah,

-it's 'cause you park there. -They found it

-'cause you're a grass. -Quiet, please.

Lads, I got three and he got six only

'cause my brief was better.

-Right, be quiet. -Grass.

Lad, only because my brief is better than your lots.

-That's all that was to it. -Hey! Hey!

-What? -Shut up!

If ya don't shut up, I'll nick ya.

And if I'll nick ya, it's seg.

And what a start that'll be, eh?

Now, you're unlucky to come in over a weekend

because it means

you'll spend your first couple of days banged up.

Ya might get association later on.

But that depends on staffing levels at the time.

In front of ya, you'll see sheets of paper.

On the first sheet of paper,

where it says "name" and "prison number",

I want you to write your name and prison number.

Well, go on then.

Anyone in for their first time?

Uh, yes, boss.

Welcome.

Cheers.

Name and prison number, all done, yeah?

Right, now write down the names and numbers

of the people you wanna call during your time here.

We'll then phone them and see if they wish speak.

If they do.

Keep it moving

all the way through.

6589 Jawad, 6675 Irwin with Officer Khan.

8738 Milner, 8871 Travers with me.

3944 Cobden, 8977 Schofield with Officer McNally.

You two with me.

Cobden, this your new abode.

Am I in here as well, boss?

No. Bernard, new pad-mate.

In ya go.

All right?

Uh, Mark.

Bernard.

Well, top or bottom?

I'm bottom.

All right.

What you doing?

Oh, I'm just putting me things...

No, what are you doing? How long?

Oh, uh, four years.

What for?

Dangerous driving.

Four years for dangerous driving?

Yeah.

You kill someone then?

How long you doing?

10.

What for?

Manslaughter.

Who did you kill?

My father.

Your hands are soft.

Yeah, I'm a, I'm, I'm a teacher.

Uh, well, was a teacher.

Where at?

Bellbridge Comp.

They put you in here to spy on me?

Why would I spy on ya?

The case, that's why.

What case?

My case against the prison.

No more, right?

Shtum from now on, eh? Shtum.

James, lad, you owe me a favour, eh?

You owe me a favour.

Who's that?

Tom, me son.

None of his mother then?

No. No.

So you separated then?

Yeah. Yeah.

Nosy, ain't I?

Yeah.

You know how many staff there are in this nick?

And I don't just mean officers.

I mean everyone, ancillary staff, admin, all that.

How many?

Don't know.

Not far short of 1,000.

How many prisoners?

Don't know.

Not far short of 1,000.

That's one for one.

One member of staff per prisoner.

You know how much that costs per prisoner?

No. No.

30 grand, 30 big ones.

That's six British winters on an Aussie beach.

Huh.

That's money down the drain, mate.

You come in here bad, and you go out worse.

It's money down the drain.

And everybody knows it,

but everyone keeps shtum

'cause it's money going into their pockets, isn't it,

1,000 pockets here, 1,000 in Wandsworth, 1,000 in Walton.

So what if this place is a shithole?

So what if it does no fucking good whatsoever?

It's money going into people's pockets.

That's my case, mate.

Right.

You all right?

What is it? You asthmatic?

You get panic attacks?

What d'ya take for them?

Push your diaphragm out.

If you push your diaphragm out,

you get more room in your lungs,

so ya get more air.

Oh.

Shall get someone?

No.

Yeah, okay, I, I'm getting someone right now.

Shut it, will yas?

They're busy.

There's a lot of this about.

Why do ya do it?

What's your favourite tipple?

Eh?

What's your favourite tipple?

What's your drink?

Uh, vodka.

Why vodka?

No smell, yeah?

Imagine your first one of the day.

Imagine the hit you get, Mark.

That's what I get from this.

What's going on?

There's a man bleeding to death in here.

Oh, it's not as bad as it looks.

What am I going to do with you, eh, Bernard?

Dunno, boss.

Ya promised me you wouldn't do this again, lad.

I know, boss.

Look, there are no beds in the hospital wing.

So if I take ya out,

I'm gonna have to put ya into segregation.

D'you understand that?

Yeah, boss.

So are ya gonna stop it?

No, boss.

Right, well, I'm gonna have to come in and get ya.

I've got AIDS.

Aw, don't say that, lad.

Look, ya say that,

and I'm gonna have to come back mob-handed.

I'll smear you with my AIDS-infected blood.

Don't threaten me, lad.

You threaten me, I'm gonna have come in.

I'm gonna have to twist you up.

I will smear you with it.

Don't threaten me, son.

-I'll soak you with it. -You threaten me,

I'm gonna have to act on it.

I'll smear you with my AIDS-infected blood!

What am I supposed to do in here?

They're coming.

I'd stand back if I was you.

Uh.

Stand back, Cobden.

Argh!

-Argh! -Put your hands up!

-Argh! -Stop struggling!

Urgh, get off me!

Get off me!

Get out.

I know!

Hold still.

I know you.

Argh!

Set?

Aye.

Bernard again?

Uh, yeah.

Huh? He's my best customer.

What's your name?

Mark.

Brendan.

What are ya doing?

Oh, four years.

You?

Life.

Rather blood than shite, heh.

Heh.

Lunch.

Lunch.

-Lunch. -Right, go.

Move yourselves.

Out here.

Fucking nonce.

Keep it going.

Fucking nonce!

Keep it moving.

Keep it moving.

These chips.

, eh?

Yeah.

-Cheese or chicken? -Uh, cheese, please.

Cheese or chicken lunch?

Cheese, please.

Cheese or chicken?

Chicken.

Chicken, mate.

Chicken, my brother, chicken, chicken.

Stan Timmins, hmm?

D'ya wanna know who I am, yeah?

I'm Stanley Victor Timmins!

These screws, ya know?

Talk to myself all the time, like...

What? What are you looking at?

No. No one.

You looking at me?

No, I wasn't.

Saw you. I saw you looking at me.

No, I, I, I just glanced at ya, mate, that's all.

You glanced?

Yeah, I, uh, I heard you shouting,

so I, I, I glanced at ya.

I'm sorry if I upset ya.

I'll glance ya, mate.

-I'll glance ya. -Sorry, all right?

I, Stanley Victor Timmins, will glance you, mate.

What you saying?

In fact everyone on the wing right now-

You need to get back in-

You know I got tornadoes already, innit?

Boss, you all right?

Yeah, you?

Sound as a pound.

Something I can do for ya?

See your lad's in Lowood Prison, boss.

My lad?

Your David.

I haven't got a lad called David.

That's strange, that,

'cause you mention him on Facebook

except there you say he's working away.

But he's not, is he, boss?

He's in Lowood Prison.

Look, we're not really that close.

Now, don't think you can use this against me

'cause there's no real bond between us.

Nah?

No.

Then how come you're down to visit him tomorrow?

And bond or no bond,

you'd want him to be comfy, wouldn't ya?

Yeah, well, we know loads of lads there.

They'll make sure he's all right.

Oh, is that a threat?

Nah, boss.

So if I ignore this conversation, what'll happen?

He won't be as comfy as he coulda been.

Or as safe?

Maybe.

Right, so you make him comfortable.

You make him safe.

What do I do in return?

We'll let ya know about that.

All right, give me a few days to think it over.

Course, boss.

Boss! Boss!

Hey, I put an app in two weeks ago for a change of wing,

and I haven't heard nothing yet.

-What's happening? -Two weeks is nothing.

D'ya mean, "Two weeks is nothing"?

Ya on about?

Is when you're surrounded by nutters.

Hi.

I'm gonna have to cancel Maureen tonight.

Why?

We need to talk.

What about?

Our David.

That prison's nearly 200 miles away.

How could they know?

Staff.

What d'ya mean, "Staff"?

Well, he knew we were visiting tomorrow, so

staff it's gotta be.

Are you sure it was a threat?

Can only be a threat.

Said he'd be well looked after if I play ball.

If I don't play ball, then he'll get hurt.

And what does playing ball entail?

Eric, what does playing ball entail?

I don't know.

Well, what we gonna do?

Speak to our David in the morning.

He was twice the man that you are,

10 times the man that you are.

May you rot in prison and burn in hell, you drunken bastard!

May you rot in prison and burn in hell, you drunken bastard!

May you rot.

10 times the man that you are.

Burn in hell, you drunken bas,

drunken bastard.

What's happening?

You got any sugar?

Uh, don't know.

I, I don't use it.

Here's some.

It's Bernard's, that.

Bernard won't mind.

Uh, ya know him?

Yeah.

Mate, tell me about it, lad.

Yeah, won't be hard.

Excuse me.

What?

You should ask Bernard first.

Ask Bernard?

Yeah.

Ask that mad bastard, yeah?

Yeah, yeah.

I tell you what, mate, your card's marked.

Go on, do one, Grandad.

Huh.

Go on, give it here.

Yeah, yeah.

This is what we do to a grass!

Argh!

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

Fucking hell! Fuck!

Argh! Argh!

Back in your cell!

Shit, fuck, oh God.

Medic's coming.

Fucking hurry up then!

Hurry up!

Medic's coming.

Hurry up!

'Kay, mate.

Bag on the table.

Just to the side, please. Arms up.

Yeah, all good.

Sit down, eh?

-How are you? -Good lad.

Little man.

Hi, ooh.

All right, Mum?

You all right?

Hi, lad? Do you want some Mars bars?

Please.

Yeah?

Oh, gosh, you've lost weight.

-Have I? -Yeah.

I'm eating all right,

never enough, like.

We don't do much, just laze round all day.

How is everyone?

Yeah, good.

You?

Yep, good. Missing you, son, but I'm all right.

Dad?

Hmm, your dad's your dad.

You still not doing his shirts?

Got no chance.

Now.

That my shirt?

Yeah.

Yeah, now we got a problem, son.

Yeah?

You told anyone what I do, son?

-No. -You sure?

Why would I tell anyone you're a screw?

What good's that gonna do me in here?

Well, the lads in my nick know that you're in here.

How?

Dunno. Said you'd be well looked after though.

Only I might have to do him a favour in return.

Shit.

Yeah.

What are ya gonna do?

Keep you safe.

How?

VP wing.

No!

Nah, it's the only way.

Not having the entire prison thinking I'm a nonce

or a grass, Dad, no way.

They're not all nonces and grasses.

No way. It won't work anyway.

Just get some nonce to slash me. You know that.

We'll have to have ya ghosted then.

What's ghosted?

Moved to another prison.

I'm just getting used to this one.

It's the only choice, son.

All right, you can't do three years on seg.

It's VP wing or ghosted.

Take me chance as I am.

No, ya won't.

Not letting ya do that.

VP or ghosted.

Ghosted.

Good. I'll talk to my governor in the morning.

She'll speak to the boss here.

And we'll have ya moved in a few days.

It'll be all right. I promise.

Do you think he's lost weight?

No.

I do.

You remember him from when he was at home.

He's lost most of that weight on remand. He's fine.

Horrible places, prisons.

Right, make up your mind, mate.

-Cheese, please. -Move on then.

Cheese.

Sound.

Yeah?

Thank you.

Yeah, and I'll have a cake, mate.

Yeah, take that.

Thank you.

I'll have that.

Uh, whoa, what ya doing?

Behave, ya gimp.

All right.

It's Mark, innit?

Yeah. Yep, Mark.

Is Bernard back?

Nah, he's still...

You know.

You know, uh,

north of the equator, we all walk clockwise.

South of the equator, they all walk anticlockwise.

There's a prison in Uganda, right on the equator.

It's fucking chaos.

Ha! Yeah.

Ha ha.

Good one, that.

Ya ready?

Uh, yes, boss.

Who's visiting ya?

My parents, boss.

Nice. Come on, you two.

- Yeah, when it's. - Ner, ner, ner, ner,

ner, ner, ner, ner, ner.

Ha.

Are you all right?

Oh, I'm, uh, I'm okay.

Come on.

Here we go.

Take a seat.

Step forward.

Anything in your pockets?

-Take a seat. -Right, thank you.

Step forward.

Thank you. Arms up.

Cobden.

Yeah.

Table eight.

Thank you.

McAdams.

Arms up, please.

Turn around.

Thank you, take a seat.

Come through, please.

Hello, gorgeous!

Oh, I've missed ya.

Hiya. Mum, all right?

Ooh!

Hey, Dad, all right?

Glad to see ya.

Uh, how are you? How are you, Dad?

Thought you weren't coming then.

Tired?

Tired.

I couldn't sleep last night,

thinking about you coming here.

Yeah. All right, Dad?

Yeah, yeah.

Have ya seen much of Tom?

She brought him round on Sunday.

Yeah, she's been great.

She said she doesn't want what happened

to come between us and our grandchild.

Yeah, how was he?

Good.

Yeah, we had photos.

Uh, but they're on our phones.

And they, they took 'em off us.

D'ya think she'd bring him here?

Well, not just yet.

I think she's still in too much pain for that.

Ah.

It's how ya see this place.

It's rock bottom, yeah?

But it's somewhere to start again from, a clean slate.

I don't deserve ya.

I know.

Ya see, the thing is I'm not appealing the conviction.

I'm appealing the sentence.

So he's basically just gonna stress

that there was only one stab wound,

'cause the judge never took that into consideration.

There was, ya know, no discount or anything for that.

So we'll see.

There ya go, Mark.

Ah, thank you.

You've been watching me like a hawk, Mam.

Have I?

I'm fine, honestly. I'm fine.

I mean, it's noisy, it's boring, the food's a bit rubbish,

but apart from that it's all right.

I wish I had more to complain about.

I really do.

You're in here as punishment, son,

not for it.

Yeah.

Do, do you still see him?

Mm.

A lot?

I see, uh, see, see her, his wife.

When do you see them?

Just-

That's it, ladies and gents.

That's it, I'm afraid.

All right, that's it, Mum. See ya...

When will I see ya?

Next week.

Next week.

Yeah, next week, love.

-Yeah, bring it in. -Look after yourself.

-I love ya. -Can you ask Tom to write?

-Yeah. -Yeah?

-Yeah. -All right, well.

All right, see ya, Dad, ta-ra.

Look after yourself, all right.

I'll see ya soon.

See ya, babe.

Love you.

See ya. See you soon, eh?

You take care.

You're sure it was a threat?

Positive.

Okay, we won't do anything

till we've got your son somewhere safe.

Any ideas?

Chapel Grove.

That could be possible, yeah.

Might take a couple of days though.

I told him I'd take a few days to think about it.

Good, we'll move David to Chapel Grove

and then we'll sort him out.

Thanks, guv.

Hi, hey, how's wee Reggie?

Excuse me. Excuse me, mate.

It's my turn.

I know.

You've took me turn, mate.

Piss off.

What?

No, no, no, no, not you,

some pain in the arse here going on about the phone.

You've took my turn, mate.

Did you go your Debbie's, yeah? Yeah?

Nah, I'm all good.

Ya know me.

So go on.

When are ya gonna come see us then, babe?

I'm sorry, mate, but can I have the phone?

Get off.

-Took my turn. -I said piss off.

Or I'll snap your jaw. Go on.

All right, I'm sorry. Sorry.

Gimp.

Take a break yourself.

Sorry.

You all right?

All right?

Feeling better?

Yeah.

You mind if I close this?

The noise, like.

Yeah.

Uh, what, yeah, ya mind or yeah, clo, or yeah, close it?

Close it. No sugar.

No?

No, no, there, there's half a bag.

And now it's gone.

Pff, no idea, mate.

Where's it gone?

Can ya hear that, Bernard?

Bernard, can you hear that?

Bernard? Hey, Bernard.

Bernard, what's...

What's happening?

Hey, come on.

Come on, mate, you're scaring me.

Bernard? Fuck.

Bernard, hey, come on, someone's coming.

Someone'll be here in a minute.

Bernard. Hey.

There's a man in here not breathing!

Help! Help!

Come on, let me get ya down.

Let me get ya down.

Come on, mate.

Come on, stay with me now.

Stay with me, laddie.

Come on. Come on, lad.

Come on. Bernard, come on.

Can you hear me?

Shut the fuck up.

There's a man in here not breathing!

What ya playing at?

Shit, Bernard, come on. Fucking hell.

Come on, lad. Come on.

Get in here!

Code blue, immediate assistance,

Bravo Wing on the twos, 39.

Please, come on! Get in here!

I can't!

Please get in here!

I can't without support.

What support?

I've got a man here. He's-

Mark, I need you

-to remain calm. -I know what I'm doing.

-Get in here, will ya. -Assistance is coming.

I don't know what to do with him.

Move your arses!

Come on, please!

Okay, Mark, well done, thank you.

Stand back. Stand back!

Stand back, please.

Hello.

Hi.

Mark, isn't it?

Yeah.

Can I come in?

Yes.

I'm Marie-Louise O'Dell.

I'm a Catholic nun, part of the chaplaincy team.

Uh, I'm not into God, I'm afraid.

Well, you don't know what you're missing.

I'm really sorry about Bernard.

They're saying it was suicide.

Yeah.

How?

He saved up his meds, took them all in one go.

You been in prison before?

No.

Difficult.

Yeah.

What d'ya do on the outside?

I'm a teacher.

I was a teacher, yeah.

Oh, Mark, you could be the answer to my prayers.

Stop there.

Come on, in ya go.

Hi, Mark, welcome.

-Hello. -Come on in.

-Do you want to take a seat. -Morning. Yeah.

-Yep. -Come on, lads.

Welcome. Come on in, everybody.

Just take a seat. Grab a seat.

Good, lad?

Yep.

What's happening, lad.

'Kay, first things first,

we've got a couple of new faces with us today.

You all right?

Uh, hiya, you all right?

Mark's a teacher, and he's promised to sort you lot out, ha.

Everyone is gonna be sharing some of their experiences.

Daniel's going to start us off today

by telling us how he ended up here; Daniel.

Um, well, I killed someone in a fight.

Another young man?

Could you say a bit more?

Dunno, argh, I don't know if I can, you know?

-I know I said I would. -Oh.

-But I'm just feeling... -It's okay.

-Yeah. -It's okay, no worries.

Can we go to you, Barry?

It's Baz, Miss.

Oh, sorry, Baz.

Baz has been injured recently

and has agreed to tell us about it.

Yeah, uh, pff, well,

I got a shorter sentence than these lads I was up with,

which made some people think I'm a grass,

and I'm not.

See, these kids, like, what they did is that they, um,

like, boiled a kettle and poured a load of sugar in

so it'd stick to me flesh

and then, like, chucked it in me face.

Right, the thing is, like,

I, I know who they are who did it, yeah.

But they did it because they thought I was a grass.

So, well, last thing I wanna, wanna do

is grass them up and prove them right, innit?

So now I'm hoping that they think that this is enough

and that they, um, that they leave me alone.

Like, I'm, I'm only telling ya all this

because, you know, like, th-these are the type of things

that can happen while you're doing jug,

so, mean, tch, stay outta jail, innit, kids?

That's it, Miss.

Thanks, Baz.

Hello?

All right, Dad.

All right, son. You okay?

I'm great. I'm great.

Right, lemme just, uh, lemme just get your mum. Sonia.

I'll just put you on loudspeaker, all right?

It's our David.

Oh.

You all right, son?

I, I'm great, Mum. I'm great.

Where are ya?

Chapel Grove.

What's it like?

It's okay. Good well-run nick.

I'm in a first-night cell

so won't be on the wing till tomorrow.

But it's all looking good.

Do ya feel safe?

Totally, totally, Dad.

All right, well, look, we'll, uh, we'll organise a VO,

and we'll come and see you as soon as we can, son, yeah?

-All right. -Yeah.

Do you need anything sending in?

Oh yeah, can ya send me trainers,

the blue ones upstairs.

Yep, okay, I'll sort that out.

-Jawad. -Yes, boss.

On your bed.

Why, boss?

Coming in.

Gonna twist your pad-mate up.

What the-

Come on then!

Come on, ya fucking bastards!

Come on then!

Argh! Argh!

Argh!

What d'ya think you're doing?

You stay on your bed, and shut up!

Argh, get off the fucking head!

-What ya doing? -Here, here.

Watch it, mate, watch it!

What the fuck?

Argh! Argh.

It's out of order, that, boss.

Any complaints, you know the procedure.

You're dead hard, aren't you?

Three of yous, one of me!

What? What ya looking at?

And what?

Threaten my son, and ya pay for it.

Hello?

Hiya, Dad.

Hi, son.

There's someone here who wants a word with you.

Yeah?

Hi, Dad.

Tom?

Yeah.

Wasn't, wasn't expecting you.

No?

Does your mam know you're speaking to me?

No.

I'm not sure we should be then.

Dad, I'm 14.

I can talk to whoever I want.

Ya can't, son.

It's, it's entirely up to her

whether we speak together or not.

And she don't want it.

Two minutes then.

O-okay, okay.

I wanna come and see ya.

I'm not sure about that, son.

Uh, it's not such a good idea right now.

I, I wanna come and see ya, Dad.

Okay, maybe next time Gran and Grandad come.

Right.

How are ya?

Fine.

Gran and Grandad, they all right?

Fine.

It's lovely to hear your voice, son.

Give us that, lad.

Oi, hey, give it me back.

Give me that back, please.

I, I was on the phone to my son there.

So give it me back, please.

Look, it's one thing taking me food.

That, that's me suffering.

But taking me call, that's me family suffering,

-Yeah, John Milner, please. -It's not on, that.

So give it me back!

Yo, what's up?

Give it me back!

Ah, yeah!

Give it me back.

Yeah.

If ya don't give it me back, I'm, I'm gonna hit ya,

and I mean it.

What!

Come on then, hit me.

Sorry about that.

Have you, uh, have you seen Craig or.

Urgh, fuck.

Argh.

You shoulda hit him back.

I'm a teacher, fucking teacher.

Your life won't be worth living now.

Hasn't stopped banging on.

Ta.

You been asking for me?

Yeah.

What is it?

Just wondering, boss.

Wondering what?

Why you and your lad don't get on.

We do, only he's somewhere safe now,

somewhere you can't lay a finger on him.

He's in Chapel Grove.

You fucking little prick.

You lay a finger on that lad.

And I'll fucking kill ya!

I'll rip your head off.

I swear to God,

I'll kill ya.

Don't ya go anywhere near him,

-Let him go! -Do you hear me?

Let him go!

Get him off me.

I swear to God, I'll kill you! I will...

Get off me!