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Welcome to Central Industrial, part of Correctional Services' rapidly expanding

network of new generation facilities, dedicated to the goal of humane

containment.

We are the future in containment.

Okay, holding up now.

They've been saying it started at the beginning of that year.

That's not true.

It started a long way before that, about three years ago.

They started bringing in a different kind of inmate.

They brought in the hardcore, the subversives.

They threw in young punks and they knew what they'd become.

What else could they become?

Punks with chips on their shoulders, killers for heroes.

It was crazy.

All up to me is your paperwork, mate.

OK, moving out.

Check Krishna.

He was a guard killer from another prison.

They brought him in here and set a police officer outside his cell so as

nobody could get at him.

That's when they started undermining our authority.

Making us look like fools.

There was nothing the union could do so long as the cop didn't perform any of

the tasks of a correctional officer.

As long as the cop just sat there.

There was nothing anyone could do about it.

And that's what he did.

He just sat there.

Still waiting for the all-clear?

They take their time.

There's a guy called Beans, Kick Posner.

We'll get him back.

How long's the cop gonna be here?

Nothing to do with me.

The Union won't like it, you know that?

Nothing to do with the Union.

Well, he's killed one of us. He's not gonna last.

Cop or no cop.

There was something once that set me apart, and it could have been anything.

It marked me out.

I must have done something wrong, but I can't remember what.

All I really know is somebody's taken my whole life and shoved it down the sewer.

All I remember is the cops saying that it was me that did it. The screws say it

was me.

I don't know why I would have wanted to do that.

Live my life in a shithole, covered in shit.

Why would anybody?

Bye.

Thank you.

Yeah,

give me another cast.

Your tits getting bigger?

Oh mate.

Yeah.

Yeah,

I'll sit on that.

Fuck your pontoon.

Fuck you.

Yeah, but Fred got it.

Fred's draw.

Haven't seen you around.

Not that I'm interested much.

But I'll tell you, some of them are in here.

Watch your back.

Watch your fucking back, eh?

Or you can sit down whenever you can.

Stay sitting down as long as you can.

That's the $50 principle down there.

That's a whack in the arm.

They don't stand by nothing.

Just to whack in the arm.

Whack up the speed.

Whack up the smack.

Might as well mix them in a bucket and whack it all up, eh?

They've got enough of it.

Probably got too much.

Fuck, man.

Too much competition.

It's everybody's business, isn't it?

We've got guys spending their time selling women's panties.

They'd get them all for nurses.

They'd be selling anything and everything.

CB radios, steaks, pills, you name it.

Soon as the chance comes along, they're selling drugs.

Sex is one thing, but drugs are a lot of things.

You know, it puts people on edge.

You look like a man who'd use a bit of smack.

I don't touch it myself.

Used to make my hands shake when I talked.

That's what I sell.

Everybody's selling something in the end.

Get your act together in school.

Get your smacking.

Time goes by in a big fucking haze.

Just staying 24 hours a day.

Just out of it.

Just off your head.

Man. has a tropism for order.

Keys in one pocket change in another.

Mandolins are tuned G-D-A-E.

The physical world has a tropism for disorder, entropy.

Men against nature, the battle of the centuries.

Keys yearn to mix with change.

Mandolins strive to get out of tune.

Every order has within it the germ of destruction.

All order is doomed.

When I first started there, years before the trouble began, they told me these

men were scum.

Sure, the inmates were scum back then and they're scum now.

Everything else in the prison's changed, but not that.

That'll never change, it can't.

My father was a police officer.

He was always respected.

A correctional officer's just like a police officer, except he doesn't deal

with normal people.

Just scum.

They respected me, though.

They had to.

Scum have no real respect.

They only respect the man who wears the boot that's in their face.

That's what they respect.

That's why they're there.

16. I was 16 when they put me inside.

Emotionally, I've just been 16 ever since.

When I was 16, I took a girl out to the movies.

I felt a cunt.

But I've never fucked one.

I think about it.

But I run out of thoughts.

All my dreams, they're just about violence.

It's all I know.

It's all I've ever seen.

Violence.

You know what that stuff does to you?

It'll ruin you.

I hate that wog, that way check.

He's so greasy and sleazing up to you all the time.

Way check, way check.

He just slobbers, he slobbers.

Well, I think you should tell Jack about him. You should get Jack to tell him to

stop slobbering over you every time he talks to you.

Waycheck's nothing.

He's just a little boy in big boots.

And those birds, they're tragic.

Well, I think it's me who wants to fuck.

Everybody does, don't they?

Hey, Lily, come and have a few little games with me.

Come on, just for a little while, have a few little games with me. Come on, come

on, you don't need to get down on this. Come on, eh?

Come on, baby.

Come on.

Show us your tits, you bitch.

See if you can handle a real monster tonight, will you?

She's mine tonight.

um um

Thank you.

There is one girl, 96 miles, 2800 miles...

That is bloody fat block.

I'm gonna stick it up your asshole. That's what I'm gonna do. He should be

put out of business.

Understand?

You take care of him.

We'll take care of him.

You know that

Thanks

a lot

Yeah, we've got to get Bairns on a payback.

Had to collect the fucking salt when he went berserk. Got Tony in the nuts.

More bullshit memos.

Yeah, another one.

Confiscate the fucking salt. We just issued it. Yeah, administration fuckers

have got their heads up their arseholes.

Can't they make up their minds?

Putting that cop there's a bit much.

They've done it here before.

Yeah?

Watch his name, Haggard. Guard killer?

Yeah. Had a cop outside his cell for nearly a month.

Yeah? What happened when the cop left?

Tony broke the guy's knees.

I wouldn't want Gresner to get off that light.

What if we took out that cop?

That'd be bloody ridiculous.

Listen, Burns is up next for outdoor rec.

If he assaults an officer, he'll need some restraint.

Know what I mean?

I'll see you downstairs.

Be right down.

police headquarters it's just been confirmed that the explosion has claimed

at least one life that of a young female police constable police constable denise

patience was just 22 years old she had married three weeks ago

police

and ambulance services raced to the area

Police ordered the evacuation of all buildings within a... A thick pool of

black smoke.

Jesus, this is bloody whips.

Can you hear me, bands?

I think he's sleeping, Dave.

One for the road.

Police 4 described the bombing as a cowardly and heinous act. He said anyone

who could perpetrate a crime of this type was a barbarian who had no place in

civilized society.

You think you've been anonymous?

God damn it, how the fuck-

Bastard! Son of a bitch!

That guy Winslow, he was an example of what the administration was doing back

then.

A guy like him should never have been classified to a place like this.

He was way out of his depth.

He was forced into a corner, I guess.

He could have gone unnoticed anywhere else.

Not near, though.

Five minutes.

As soon as he's gone, she's in bed with him. I just can't understand it.

Ah, she'll have a choice.

She wanted me to tattoo Jack on her nose.

I could weigh check now, weigh and check.

She deserves better than him.

I liked her.

She gave the place a bit of style.

They come here by fucking choice.

Flunkies. Fucking messenger boys.

Fucking lackey.

Running dog fucking lackey.

The world will shit on them.

And you'll go rolling in the shit of the world for a fucking buck.

Posner. Hey, Posner.

Posner. Hey, hey, can you hear me?

Posner, can you hear me?

I can hear you, you scumbag.

We know what you're doing in there.

Yeah, you're fucking sweating.

I can smell your putrid, filthy breath.

Posner! You diseased asshole.

I can feel every move that that corpse of yours makes.

You're a dead man, Posner.

A diseased head on a walking fucking corpse. You're dead, Posner.

Every nerve, every muscle, every bone.

Every fucking inch of you is so fucking totally corrupt that every

ounce of life, every slim morsel of soul that was ever fucking in it just

got up and...

Fuckin'

cadaver to fend for its fuckin' self.

Until it just falls over.

It might still work, partner.

But there's nothing left inside of you. Nothing at all.

You're dead, partner.

You're an ass-licker.

You lick the ass of the people who despise you. They despise you because

you're stupid. And then I go on the inside of you, Posner.

And you lick their ass because you're fucking stupid, you dead partner.

And I'm gonna go on the inside of you, Posner, with my bare hands.

And I'm gonna play on your fucking guts, Posner.

I'm gonna play on your inside, Posner.

You're dead, Posner.

That's a good Jolly Roger.

Did you do this, did you?

Yeah.

That's a good one, this one.

What's the damage on that?

I do that for a carton of Taylor Mates.

I've run out of Taylor Mates.

Smoking these things.

Give you cancer, these things.

Did you use a radio?

No, I've got a radio, mate.

That's a good radio.

You could move it.

If you don't want it, you can move it.

It ain't worth much to me.

I've got to have a cigarette.

I can trade them or sell them. I can smoke them. I've just got no use for a

radio.

It's a good radio.

It's got a clock on it.

I'm not down it's probably a good radio. It's just I've got no use for it.

I'll give you credit on the carton for a week.

That'll be a cart man, two packers pack.

Yep.

I can afford that.

Right.

You want to get a few tats on you?

Man just looks a bit funny with no tattoos, eh?

You want to get a back job when you can afford it.

I done a back job the other day on Timmy Broome.

I done a ship he had a photo of, the HMAS Fairsea.

That was the name of the ship, the Fairsea.

G'day.

Wanted me to be gone.

Nice radio.

Reckon it'd fit up his arse?

Could do.

Thank you.

Amen.

All inmates, breakfast meal will be issued in 30 minutes.

Thank you.

Good morning gentlemen.

Get a job, man.

The hair.

That'll do.

Let's see behind the ears.

And the left.

That'll do. Look at me.

Hands down.

Get your head back.

Okay, look at me.

Now open the mouth.

Lift that tongue.

Come on, wiggle it around.

Open the mouth wider.

Go on, put the fucking thing away. Go on.

Raise the arms.

Wiggle those fingers.

Come on, look at me.

Put them down.

Feet up.

Look at those toes.

Cunt.

They're useful, you're not.

Behind the ears.

Head back.

Look at me.

Lift that tongue.

Arms.

Wiggle the fingers.

Put them down.

Now your dick.

Come on.

And your balls.

Turn around.

Lift your feet.

Wiggle those toes.

Now touch them.

Spread those cheeks.

Squat. Up you get.

Down again.

Turn around.

Get dressed.

Cut.

thing that made the screws really nervous was when the good squad came

down and went through all the cells to all the drugs everything

suddenly the screws that used to bring in the dope

You institutionalize them, criminalize them, and therefore you drag the working

class, as it were, into the arms of the bourgeoisie. There's a kind of

bourgeoisification, as it were, of the proletariat, which goes on.

And it's that, it's that whole kind of functioning, which is foreign to

Marxism. Marxism is basically operating...

Good evening gentlemen

Prisoner

is now being restrained

The prisoner is now being brought to his feet.

Okay, turn around.

Bend over and touch your toes.

Bend down, you fucking asshole.

And do what you're told, you know?

Yeah, spread them.

Spread them.

I had to wonder about it.

It was like the administration was trying to get something to happen.

I couldn't figure out why.

I was stirring up the inmates, provoking them, sending in the goon squad and

filming them while they were doing it.

Filming them, for Christ's sake.

Blood. I'm always seeing blood.

Even before I see the cut, I can see the blood.

That's all I know.

That's all any of us ever know.

We were united once, even if it was only in our misery.

And then we were divided.

And then there was nothing.

Nothing except fear.

Fear of each other.

Always watching it back.

Paralyzed by fear.

To hate.

To blob out in your cell just waiting for who will be next.

Consumed by the violence inside.

I wanted to make a commercial when I discovered that I was that

sick and my time was so limited.

Once I make a love commercial that says simply, now that I'm gone, I tell you,

don't smoke.

Whatever you do, just don't smoke.

And gradually allow this tightness and warmth to travel up your arms

to your shoulders.

Why are they turning the TVs off?

They could say anything they liked about contraband and weapons and drugs.

Because officially you weren't supposed to have stuff like that.

The TVs though.

You don't turn someone's TV off when he's stuck in his cell all day.

You're asking for something to happen when you come at stuff like that.

Outdoor wreck was stopped on August 12.

What were these two white guys doing outdoor wreck?

They didn't like blacks.

They'd killed blacks before.

There was this big Aborigine called Holden Smith.

The administration had given orders for the Abbo to wreck with these two guys.

They forced the Abbo to wreck with known black killers.

We all knew what had happened, and it did.

They killed him.

Stabbed him 72 times.

Outdoor activities were cancelled.

And I built a cage.

Are you?

You!

I'm sick and fucking tired of coming down here and looking at this piss-faced

drunk.

Every time I went up there, pages are torn from my books, documents and

briefs. and transcripts are strewn all over the cell.

Now there's nothing.

Why? What the fuck's going on, asshole?

Shut it.

Hey, I'm talking to you.

Now you put us in a cage, a cage for an animal.

Don't you know that?

A long period of incarceration without proper medical diet breeds psychosis.

You know what psychosis is?

It makes one become predatory, compulsive.

Do you know what you're doing here?

Do you?

It's too close to the wall.

You are creating a lot of angry men is what you are doing.

And one day, those men are going to go out there, and that day, those people

out there are going to pay for what you are doing in here.

You remember that?

you remember you remember that day you were gonna play you just remember that

You don't have a choice You

are thinking like you can say yes or no

If I can start to get this shit again... That's the end of it.

you've never done anything about it you've given you and you

My job is to tell you to file your complaints through the appropriate

channels. What fucking channel?

I don't know any channel.

Only thing I say, you rag the face.

I've got better things to do than listen to this.

Come on, mate, just a smidge of that yellow shit, will ya?

Nick!

Nick!

Come on, mate, just a smidge of that yellow shit, will ya?

Just a smidge, go on.

I just need a builder.

Fuck you!

I'll give it to you tomorrow.

Nick!

Nick!

I haven't got any. It's only pills.

Open this fucking door.

Fucking stone now, man.

Open this fucking door.

Come on, mate, just a smidge. Come on, you're stone now.

Fuck off.

Oh, you're fucking stone now.

You're stone now, Nick. Come on, mate.

They brought in the psychos.

The administration knew the tensions that existed.

They knew people would start to crack.

They brought in those psychos anyway.

Dregs of the whole system.

Here goes the neighborhood.

I can see a fucking coon in a cage.

I can see a fucking coon in a cage.

Nigga.

Nigga.

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga.

Hey, greaseball.

Nigga. What are you looking at, copper?

Bag it.

Bag it.

Hey,

Riddle. Hey, Riddle.

Hey, Riddle.

Bastard. Remember me.

Beat me down. Get him in there. Beat me down.

Oh,

very good, officer. Very, very good, officer.

Very, very good.

Big breath. Big breath.

Woof, woof, woof. That's the sound your fucking bitch wife makes when she's

getting it up the air. Come on, Bill.

Come on, Bill.

Come on, Bill. You fucking prick!

They put weight check on the invisible list, so they just ignored him.

No one ever spoke to him.

They just looked right through him.

Screws, prisoners, everybody.

It was contagious.

Sometimes at night he'd get locked out of his cell and he'd have to sleep on

the floor of a unit underneath a spider table.

It was fucking weird.

They just ignored him.

He owed money.

He owed everybody and his dog money.

He pawned his bracelets and his boots and his rings and every scrap he had.

But it wasn't enough.

There were these two guys in particular that hated him more than most.

He'd ripped them off when he was up on top.

So they fixed him.

Fixed him something bad.

There's different stories about what they'd done, but they kept him alive for

days.

We all heard him screaming.

In the end, they burned him.

I know that because I've seen a photo of one of the screws torn.

They tipped blue on him and lit him up.

No loss, he was dead anyway.

Hello Dave, you only see?

Yeah, I am.

It's a classification, I want a query.

What?

Oh, beat me down!

Beat me down! Oh, beat me down!

I want to make it clear that we don't want this man in our unit.

He shouldn't be in here.

Well, why has he been deferred from any disciplinary measures?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, alright, we fucking heard you. Come on! Come on, kill me!

Kill me! Kill me!

Kill me! Come in here and fucking try to-

so I can spit in your fucking eye!

I'm sick.

I'm leaving.

It's just a job.

You're not supposed to get killed just doing your job.

Fuck it, I'm gone.

I'm gone.

Jesus, open the door. Let me out of here, will ya?

Fuck it, open the door, will ya? Let me out of here.

He'll be back.

Bill shot himself.

Blew his head away.

He knew.

We all knew, because it was only a matter of time.

They wanted unfavourable publicity.

They didn't care who got killed.

They were fucking with everyone.

Inmates, officers.

It didn't matter.

You alright, Dave?

Yeah, sure.

He's dead

I

had a bad feeling about him I

saw him when he was finishing

Had

his bag with him

Must have been taking his gun home.

All inmates visiting privileges have been dispelled.

Thank you.

No one came out of their cells anymore, unless they were stupid, or crazy, or

both.

The crazy ones sometimes you'd see them walking around sort of saying, fuck it,

you know, just kill me.

There'd always be someone who'd do that for them.

Just kill them.

Maybe those guys thought it'd mean something.

Make them something.

If you kill nobody, it just makes you a nobody.

It's nothing.

You fucking disease cock!

You make me want to fucking puke!

People like you make me fucking sick.

Cunt.

Uh.

You exercising or what?

Where's the muscle act?

I'm getting ready for what's coming.

What's coming?

You know what's coming, Yale.

You can push a guy just so far, and then he pushes back.

Everybody loses.

And what the fuck would you know?

You know nothing.

Well, Yale knows I'm not bullshitting.

Don't you, Yale?

You come in here.

And you take a man's property off of him.

Now he doesn't have his shit anymore.

That shit's the only reason he hasn't killed you years ago.

Time's up.

Oh, who did it?

Fuck off, bird.

You kill a nobody and it makes you nobody.

Not a lot of people learn a lesson like that.

Some of them know they're just nothing in the world.

They keep at it, though.

Trying to carve out a niche.

Stepping over the corpses of shit.

They're valuable to society.

They're only damaging the people who are already damaged.

Nobody cares too much about that.

I've seen all that before.

Good one.

The same people killed over a rumor, over a look,

or a whisper.

Mad dog or vegetable?

Couple of times I thought this is going to be the day.

It was this one day I was positive.

I knew it for sure.

This is what they'd been after and I just thought, fuck them.

If this is how it's got to end up, then just fuck them.

I probably would have taken a few of the bastards with me.

I didn't get the chance.

I was good at my job.

It was all I had. I wasn't going to give it up.

You're not working today, Yale.

You've been suspended.

Oh, shit.

Dave?

This is Yale NSIG.

Get Mayor on the phone now.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mayor is unavailable. Can I take a message?

What do you mean he's unavailable? Where the fuck is he?

There's no need for that.

Well, if you don't like that sort of language, go and get a job in a fucking

bank. I'm sorry, he's just not here.

That's bullshit.

Just tell Mayor that these inmates are going to take over this place and when

they do, they're going to kill every last fucking one of us.

I was crying in the end.

I don't remember seeing myself.

Grown man crying like a woman.

That was the worst thing.

There was nothing I could do. They wouldn't listen, but they knew what they

were provoking.

I was saying things they didn't want said.

That's all there was to it.

I've tried to testify.

I've been harassed.

I've been busted on phony charges. I've had death threats.

I want to testify. I want people to know what they were doing in there.

It's okay, Dave.

We all know how it feels.

No.

This is how it feels.

Get him! Get him!

Get him!

The Central Industrial Prison is now on 24-hour-a-day lockdown.

Administrators were forced to institute the lockdown because of the latest wave

in a flood of violence that has plagued the institution for years.

This past year, 2,500 incidents of violence have been recorded. In the last

five weeks alone, there have been five deaths.

Today's incidents culminated when within hours of each other, two bodies were

removed from the prison.

Early this morning, inmate Gressner was found dead in his cell.

Gressner, who was facing four life sentences for murder, hanged himself

during the night.

Correctional Peace Officer Dennis Anthony Posner was attacked by an inmate

and killed.

He was stabbed more than 50 times in the chest and abdomen.

Officer Posner, who had been with the department for seven years, had two

commendations for bravery.

He leaves a wife and three children.

As for claims by prisoners that the violence was triggered by ongoing

harassment of inmates...

Prison administration sources dismissed the charges as nonsense.

I'm Diane Bittay, News at Six.

I was free once.

That's what they told me.

You're free, they said.

Get out of here.

And I believed them.

Just for no reason, they released me.

I didn't want to be released, but they released me anyway.

Prison was the only world I knew.

When I was free, I was so angry I could hardly speak.

I killed someone, and I didn't even know why.

I've thought about it ever since, and I finally realised they wanted it to

happen.

They knew what I'd do.

I was trained to do what I did.

I was angry.

I was violent.

I did the job for them.

Convicted murderer kills again, screaming in the headlines.

And I remember this advertisement for home security alarms and this article,

police demand more power.

They bred me to great fear and I just did what I was supposed to do.

People are scared.

They're scared of each other because of people like me.

That's the way they want it, because then it always stays the same.

They keep control that way.

Fucking idiots.

Fucking fools.

I was never free.

Nobody's ever free.

One man released.

so they can imprison the rest of the world.

The train arriving on platform two runs express to West Meadows.

Thank you.

La la la.

Mama?