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May you rot in prison. Time is money.

Drunken bastard. Drunken bastard.

Why aren't you in work?

Feeling a bit rough, boss.

Yeah?

I was thinking of writing a letter, boss.

To the wife of the man I killed.

What would it say?

That not a day goes by
without me thinking of it.

And she'd say so it
should. You killed him.

I thought it might help her
if she knew that, though.

That she's not the only one who wakes up

and immediately thinks of him.

I do. I do, too.

Would you ask for forgiveness?

I can't forgive myself.

Right, well we'll have to write to her.

See if she wants to receive such a letter.

I mean, it's going to bring
it all back for her, isn't it?

Well, no, I...

It's never been away.

Okay.

So she says yeah.

She spends days, weeks,
waiting for this letter.

And it arrives, and it's a good letter.

You know, you're an
English teacher, after all.

But there's something
in it. Bit of self pity.

That infuriates her.

No, no, there wouldn't be
any self pity in it. None.

None whatsoever, sir.

All right, then. I'd say write it.

We'll read it and we'll see
if she wants to read it.

Thanks, boss.

Said you were feeling a bit rough?

Yeah, yeah. I suppose.

Are you being bullied, Cobden?

Is that why you don't
want to leave your cell?

No, boss.

Bullies are scumbags.

There's no shame in grassing them up.

I'm not getting bullied, boss.

Okay.

Then I'll escort you back
to work then, shall I?

Yes, boss.

Yes, boss.

Eric McNally's bum-boy, yeah?

No.

You know what happens to rats.

You all right?

Yeah, all right.

I'm your new padmate.

Padmate?

Your cellmate.

Top or bottom?

I'm top.

Sound.

You taught me.

Belby's?

Yeah, yeah, Daniel Smithson.

Yeah, yeah, I remember you.

Oh no, you don't.

I mean, I was only there
a couple of months,

and then we moved house, so I left.

Was I any good?

Oh no, you were shite.

Don't talk back now, will you?

I tell you what, though,

there was this one good lesson.

It was a Friday afternoon.

You'd been in the pub and we
just stopped what we were doing

and had, like, this debate instead.

I mean, it was because you
were half pissed, like.

Ah.

You should have had me
late '80s, early '90s.

I were good then.

Yeah? What happened?

You just get ground down.

Do you want a brew?

No.

No, I'm all right, thanks.

Excuse me, boss.

Yeah?

My little girl sent me a
colouring in that she did.

Yeah?

Yeah, and they've given
me a black and white

photocopy of it.

That's right.

Where's the sense in that?

A black and white photocopy
of a colouring in.

It's policy.

Policy?

Yeah. Yeah, because the original
might be soaked in spice.

I robbed a betting shop.

I'm here because I robbed a betting shop.

I never touched drugs in my life.

Yeah, well we don't know that, do we?

You do.

You do, because I was
tested, and I was clean.

Totally clean. So, can I
have the original of this?

Please, boss.

It's been destroyed.

What?

We photocopy the
original and it gets destroyed.

I'm sorry, Paul.

Hang on a minute, boss. It's just...

Just hang on this minute, yeah?

Yeah.

My little girl
sent me a bunny rabbit

that she coloured in, yeah?

Yeah.

She wants me to admire it, like.

I can't, because it's a
black and white photocopy,

so I-

Boss, I'm still waiting on that-

Just wait a minute, mate, I'm talking.

You wait your turn, you
prick. I'm still talking.

Who are you talking to?

Hey.

Stop. Stop.

Get back.

Back. I told you, fuck off.

You all right?

Guv.

I'm sorry, Eric. Your son's
been attacked in Chapel Grove.

He's in critical condition. You should go.

We can manage here.

Go on.

-You sure?
-Yeah. Go.

Mr and Mrs McNally
to see David McNally.

All right.

Ta.

God.

Be all right, be all right.

Look at the state of him. Just...

I'm here.

It's okay, Mom's here.

Dad?

He's here, darling.

I've always hated that job of yours.

I've always hated it,

but I never thought it would come to this.

It was all right till
our David got locked up.

Before that, it was fine.

No, I've always hated it.

He'll be all right.

And what if he isn't? Eh?

What then?

You said Chapel Grove
was supposed to be safe,

so where does he go next, Eric?

You have to pack your job in.

If you pack your job in,
you're no use to them,

and if you're no use to them,

then David's no use, and that's it.

They'll kill him anyway.

You need to move him to your nick.

You could keep an eye on
him there. Everyone could.

Wouldn't be allowed.

Why not?

It just wouldn't.

Wouldn't work, either.
It only takes a second.

Get him in the showers, the yard.

On the landing. You know what I mean?

They have to approach me again.

If they threaten him again,

I'm going to do what they want me to do.

Really?

Yeah.

I love you.

Hello, boss.

You all right?

Come on, eh, prick.

Come on, move along.

Cheese and chicken.

-You want soup?
-Cheese and chicken.

You know what, I changed my mind.

I changed my mind, pass me that.

Chicken or tomato?

Easy, you, lad. Go on, run up there. Rat.

So I'm in that betting shop.

Just been paid, I'm losing 40 quid.

I should walk out right now,

but I don't want to see
that look on my wife's face

when I hand over my wages
and they're short again.

I go chasing that 40 quid,
and I'm now losing 50.

Now 60.

It's a horse race machine.
Horse race machine.

Late afternoon into early evening.

And now I'm absolutely skint.

All my wages. Gone.

I've got three options.

kill myself.

kill my wife.

rob the betting shop.

It's rob the betting shop.

Madness, I know, but better that,

better arrest, followed by
a few years in the nick,

than go home and look into my wife's eyes.

Tell her that I've lost everything. Again.

Thanks, Paul.

It's never easy confronting our demons.

Back in your cell, lad.

Back in your cells.

Hey, boss. Got that letter, here.

Letter?

You know, to the wife of the man I killed.

Is it suitable?

Yeah.

What now?

We'll tell her we've got a letter for her.

Who it's from.

We'll see if she wants to read it.

If she says yeah, then
we'll send it to her.

Yeah.

If she says no, then we'll
return it to you unread.

All right. How long will that take?

Well, like I said, you know,

could be days, could be
weeks, could be months.

All right.

Well done.

Cheers, boss.

Right, back
in your cells. Come on.

In your cell, lad.

How's your lad, boss?

Fine.

He's getting out of
hospital soon, isn't he?

Yeah.

He's going back on the wing.

Is he?

That's what we've heard.

Been expecting this
conversation, Flanagan,

but I didn't think I'd
be having it with you.

No, boss.

No.

You about to tell me that I
need someone to keep him safe?

Yeah, boss.

And who might that someone be?

I've got to be sure you're serious, boss,

before I tell you that.

I'm serious.

Because it wouldn't be good for your lad

if you're not, boss.

I'm deadly serious.

It's Jackson Jones.

In your cell, you lot.

Move. Stop arsing about.

Back in your cells, boys.

What do you want me to do?

Mr McNally,
I've been waiting for you.

Yeah?

You were Bernard's personal
officer, weren't you?

I was, yeah.

So you above all must have
known how ill he was, yeah?

Yeah, look, I'm really sorry.
I can't do this just now.

And yet you put him in segregation.

Look, as a last resort, Mrs Hughes.

Bernard was harming himself.
We had to keep an eye on him.

You put a seriously
ill boy in segregation,

and that's when he
decided to kill himself.

There was nowhere else for him.

You'd say he should
have been in a hospital,

and I agree with you, Mrs Hughes,

but that goes for half
the men in this place.

They should all be in mental
hospitals, not in this nick.

But there's no room for them,

so they stay here, and
we do the best we can.

Honestly, we do the very
best that we can for them.

And often, that's not good enough.

I'm really sorry for your loss.

Your Bernard was a good lad.
He shouldn't have been here.

Fuck this prison.

And fuck you.

Shit.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Paul, is this the guy?

Hey.

Yeah?

You got a minute?

Yeah.

I'm Kav. Kavanaugh.
You're a teacher, yeah?

Yeah.

It's my 20th wedding
anniversary next week,

and I've...

I've done a bit of a card.

Right.

I want you to write something in it.

What do you want me to write?

I don't know.

Can you write, Kav?

No.

Can you read?

No.

Right.

Would you like to learn?

Yeah.

All right, we'll...

Let's make this your first lesson, yeah?

Yeah.

All right.

Who's it to, Kav?

Jane.

Okay, to, T-O,

Jane. J-A-N-E.

What's next?

I don't know, I'm not good with words.

What about that? "I'm no
good with words." Yeah?

Yeah.

I'm is short for "I am,"

so it's got this, an apostrophe,

which makes it short for something, right?

No, N-O,

good with words.

So, "To Jane, I'm no good with words."

But I need only one.

And what's the one?

Love.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah?

Love.

L-O-V-E.

Looks like it should be pronounced loaf,

but it's love.

Okay?

Yeah.

Shall we sign it?

K.

Yeah, short for Kavanaugh,
so it's a K. Of course.

K. Shall we put a kiss?

Yeah.

Yeah? All right.

There you go.

"To Jane, I'm no good with words,

but I need only one. Love. K."

All right?

I owe you one.

-Hello?
-Eric McNally?

Speaking.

You know the old local bridge?

Yeah, I know it.

Go there tomorrow
morning to pick something up.

Okay.

00 AM. Don't be late.

Yeah.

I've got to pick something
up from the operator.

When?

Tomorrow morning, six o'clock.

Yeah, if you want. If you want.

Right, I'll bell you back later, yeah?

Yeah, no worries. Give me nod.

Right, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Easy.

All right.

Yes, Mr Mac.

I was on your wing.

I don't remember you.

Kenny Meadows. King of the
cleaners, you remember?

Oh yeah, yeah.

Never thought this would
be a bit of you, boss.

It's a long story.

Put it away, then.

What is it?

Vest. Pockets in it.

What's in the pockets?

Pick'n'mix. Wear it today, yeah?

Yeah?

Good to see you, boss. Looking good, man.

Powdered drugs, are they?

Don't know.

Is it cannabis?

No. Stays in the blood too long.

Heroin?

Possibly.

Is it that spice?

Probably.

No, it looks like you've
got something underneath it.

That's only because you know it's there.

I'll be all right when I put my jumper on.

All right?

All right.

Can I ask you to keep these off the wing?

No.

Is that it?

For now.

Get them out of my cell.

Go on, lad. Go on.

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

Keep going, keep going, keep going,

keep going, keep going.

-And again.
-And again.

And again, and again, and again-

And again, lad.
Yeah, hold it, hold it.

All right, yeah,
you feeling all right?

Three, two, one.

Don't do drugs, kids.

Matthew, can you hear me, lad?

What's he been on?

I don't know, boss.

Spice?

Don't know, boss.

This is the recovery
position, so if you...

Have you had some as well?

No, boss. No, I haven't.

This is the recovery position.

If he vomits, he's safe
like this, all right?

-All right?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah?

-Yeah, yeah. Yeah.
-Come on, get over here now.

Jawad, Jawad, you're all right, lad.

You're okay. Hey you,
give me the cap back.

Give me the cap back.

Jawad. Give me it.

You okay, lad? Hey, come
on, let's get you back.

Paul, do me a favour? Put
him in his cell, please.

I'm next up on-

Look, just put him in his cell, mate.

On his bunk, recovery position. Ta.

Good lad.

Come on, son.

Bravo wing, assistance required.

Urgent assistance required on bravo wing.

Open the front door. Who you waiting for?

Your brother. Nice.

How long is it since you've seen him?

Thank you. Take a seat.

Any items in the
tray please. Move forward.

Arms up, please.

One year added?

What, so I'm expecting five off,

and you've managed to get me another year

added onto my sentence?

They did their best.

Are you taking the piss?

They've done their best? You joking.

They done their best.
What's the point in you, eh?

Calm down.

I was better off without you-

Or I will remove you.

Why are you getting involved?
It's nothing to do with you.

Listen, my visit's over
anyway. Let me out.

Open the door. What's
the point in you, eh?

You fucking thick or what?

Calm down.

Come on.

I'm sorry.

Fucking joke.

It's okay.

All right.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Is it Tom?

Tom's fine.

I've got something to tell you.

Chocolate, yeah?

Yeah.

You look terrible.

Yeah, someone keeps taking my food.

Then stop him.

Yeah.

You look good.

Thanks.

Is that new?

No.

Something's different.

Hair.

Oh, right.

What is it?

I wanted to say this to your face.

I owe you that, at least.

I want a divorce, Mark.

Look, I'm not
questioning why you want one.

I know I haven't got a
leg to stand on there,

but why now?

Why the rush?

Because I don't want to be married to you

for a second longer than I have to.

Have you met someone?

Yes.

Is it serious?

He's asked me to move in with him.

Has he met Tom?

Yeah.

Do they get on?

Yeah.

Tom never mentioned him.

He doesn't want to hurt you.

Right.

And are you going to? Move in with him.

Yeah.

How long had it been going on for?

The drinking. How long?

Didn't stop.

You never stopped?

No.

Not even after the taxi thing?

No.

You said-

Yeah, I know what I
said, but I didn't do it.

Didn't stop.

There you are.

Thank you.

I'll post you some papers
first thing in the morning.

Yeah.

You let me know when you get them.

Yeah.

Will you come again?

No.

Bye, John.

Bye, Alicia.

One year added.

Yeah.

How long's that then, now?

21.

Oh, shite.

Yeah.

Thing is, to make that
21 as sweet as possible,

I can help you with that.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Tea, coffee, sweets.

Bigger portions of your scran.

Occasional bit of brown.

And what would I have to do for that?

Mind stuff for me.

What kind of stuff?

Stuff that needs minding.

Well, I'd have to ask Mark.

The teacher?

Yeah.

Why?

Because we share a cell.

If it gets found, then we're
both getting the blame.

Forget it.

Hi.

I've just heard.

Heard what?

You lost your appeal.

Yeah.

Do you want to talk about it?

No.

We were waiting for it to be over,

before they asked you about this.

Who's they?

Gerard Wilson's parents.

They want to know if you'll talk to them.

What about?

They want to know why.
Why you killed their son-

No way, Miss. No way.
Listen, it's not happening.

Can't you
just think about it for-

No, it's not happening. End of. That's it.

Okay, okay. Okay, okay.

I'll tell them.

Night. Night, Mark.

Night.

You should see them.

If they've asked for
it, you should see them.

It's the least you can do.

It's a chance to say sorry.
I'd give my right arm for that.

You know?

Are you sorry?

Yeah.

Then tell them that.

Would you come with me?

Yeah.

You all right?

No, it's absolutely fine.

You can stay in here or you can...

Take a seat, lads.

I think we should all
introduce ourselves first.

I'm supervising officer Eric McNally.

I'm a qualified restorative
justice facilitator,

but I think Marie Louise
should take this session,

due to the fact that
she knows both parties,

whereas I know only one.

I'm Marie Louise, prison chaplain.

I'm Mark Cobden, and
I'm Daniel's cellmate.

I don't know quite how, but
I'm here to support him.

I'm Daniel.

I'm Frank Wilson, father of Gerard Wilson,

who was murdered by Daniel.

I'm Helen Wilson, Gerard's mother.

Maybe I could start by asking people

what they'd like to get from this meeting?

Frank?

Understanding, I think.

An understanding of what happened.

And why.

And is there something

you'd like to get, Daniel?

What is it?

I want to say sorry.

Anything else?

What is it?

I can't say it.

Forgiveness?

You remember when I first
raised the possibility

of this meeting,

you were really opposed to it, Daniel?

Yeah.

Why was that?

I didn't want to see them.

Why?

I was ashamed.

Anything else?

I didn't want to see the pain they're in.

And then she gives me the
change. It's one pound 20.

I take it and I pick the
three pints up like that,

and I take a swig of one
of them while I'm doing it.

I thought, "Shit," you know,
I realised it wasn't lager.

It wasn't my drink.

Sure enough, the lads on
this side, they've seen it.

Your Gerard's seen it, and it's his drink.

So I told him I only took
a little bit, and he says,

"It's not that, lad. You've
had your mouth all over it."

Now, I know what I should do.

I should just buy him another drink.

But I've only got one pound 20 left,

and I really don't want
anyone to know that.

So I make out I won't buy
him another one on principle.

You know, why should I get him a full pint

when I only took a little mouthful?

And he says, "You can
either buy me a pint here,

or we can go outside and sort it there."

Now, I look round, but my two
mates were nowhere to be seen.

So it's either go outside with Gerard

or confess that I've only
got one pound 20 on me

on a Saturday night.

I thought he looked no bigger than me,

so we go outside.

Turns out he's a boxer, and
he's absolutely battering me,

so I pull a knife out.

I don't intend to use it.

Right? Never intended to use it.

It was just to stop the
punches landing, and it worked.

He stopped punching me.

Now that should be it, now.

He should just call me
a knob or a dickhead,

and go back in the bar,

and leave me to walk on
with my one pound 20,

but he doesn't.

He doesn't walk away.

I've got a knife in my hand.

I already look a mug,
because I've been battered,

and if I don't use it,

if I just put this knife away again,

I'm going to look an even bigger mug.

And I think Gerard knows that,

but he's decided to be
fearless, hasn't he?

Now he can't go back on it,

anymore than I can go
back on it, so I use it.

Once I've pulled out the knife,

the hardest thing to do was not use it.

So you killed him so as not to lose face?

Yeah.

Frank thought it was anger.

And I thought jealousy.

But saving face?

It's unforgivable.

Chat.

Mind that stuff, for a bit of brown?

And keep shtum?

Yeah.

Even to the teacher?

-Yeah.
-Yeah?

Somebody'll bring it to you.

Do you play? You're playing the winner.

She doesn't want us to send it.

She didn't want to read it. Sorry.

I've read loads of letters from prisoners

to people they leave round.

Yours was really good.

Thanks.

Keep your chin up, lad.

You all right there?

You all right, mate?

Ah, Eric McNally's bum-boy, eh?

You're never out of this cell.

-Get off me.
-Open his hand.

So, that means you're his bum-boy, yeah?

I'm not.

Eric McNally's fucking bum-boy.

You know what we do to the
bum-boy of a screw, eh?

We make sure they never walk again.

They never walk again,

on account of having no fucking feet,

so here you are, smell that.

Smell it.

Tell me what you think it is.

What is it?

What is it?

Turps.

Yeah, turps is right.

Turps is spot on, and it's
going all over your feet, lad.

Stop it.

It's going all over your feet.

I'm sorry.

What's the last thing you want to happen

when you've got turps all
over your feet, my lad?

The last thing you want is this, isn't it?

-What is it?
-A lighter.

It's a lighter, yeah?

-A lighter.
-Spot on.

What do you think's going
to happen now, Mark?

Please don't.

What do you
think's going to happen now?

I'm going to set your feet on fire, lad.

Come on, mate, I'm sorry.

That's what's happening

-To the screws' bum-boy.
-I'm sorry for it.

I don't know what I've done.

He gets feet chewed.

Should I do it right now?

Should I do it? Should I set
your fucking feet on fire?

Which one, eh? Which one first? Your left?

Right now, we'll go with your left.

Come on, mate.

Or your right? That's what-

Wait. Please.

What's going on here?

No, listen, let him go, yeah.

Or I'm hitting this button

and you're all getting twisted up.

I'm not arsed. You're out of order.

We're messing about. Mark,
tell him we're messing about.

Aren't we, mate? We're just having a play.

We're just messing about.

Yeah? So stay
out of my way, you rat.

I've got to do something, haven't I?

Yeah.

Do you know anyone?

I do, yeah.

Here you are.

Jackson Jones?

Yeah.

I've got a problem.

Johnno?

Yeah.

Can you have a word?

Yeah.

But there'll be others.

You've let them know that
they can walk all over you,

you see.

Yeah. What can I do about it?

Fight. Can you?

No, not really.

If I help you here, you owe me one, right?

Right.

So I'm entitled to ask you for
something in return, right?

Yeah. Right.

Step into my office.

Back in a moment.

Turps?

Yeah, yeah.

They threatened to burn your feet?

Uh-huh.

He's a bully, Johnno.

All you need to do is hurt
him once, and he'll stop.

I'll make sure none of his scummy wee pals

jump in either, right?

Yeah.

Hit that.

Again. Punch.

When's the last time you had a fight?

Oh, I don't know. About 40 odd years ago.

Did you win?

No.

See, I'm no Goliath. Look at me.

I'd hurt him, easy.

Because I'll do what
others won't. Would you?

Try again.

Other hand.

That's it.

That's it, go on.

Ooh, one of them, that's all you need.

Yeah?

He'll be out, sparkled. You'll be fine.

Try again.

Get moving.

Rat.

My ear, my ear.

My ear, you rat. You rat.

You've got a visit.

Yeah.

I don't want them to see me like this.

What do you want me to tell them?

Do people get missed off the list?

Yeah.

Could you tell them that?

Okay.

Thanks.

Mr and Mrs Cobden?

It's not going to happen, I'm afraid.

Why not?

He's not on the list.

He should be.

I know.

So, couldn't you just go
and get him or something?

No.

Why not?

We're not allowed to do that.

Is there something wrong with him?

No.

So, do we just leave?

Yeah. I'm really sorry.

My colleague will escort you out.

I'm really sorry.

This way, please.

I wasn't on the list, so...

I don't believe you, son.

I asked myself, "Why
wouldn't he want to see us?"

No reason, therefore you mustn't
have wanted us to see you.

Therefore you must be hurt in some way.

No, I haven't.

I told you, they wouldn't
let me out of my cell.

I don't believe you, son.

Look, Mam, 10 minutes are up.
It's going to go dead, so...

We were just sparring, Governor.

It just got a bit out of hand.

You?

Yeah, same, Governor.

We were just sparring and
it got a bit out of hand.

I have reason to believe

that Cobden's being bullied by Milner.

That right?

No, Governor. We were
just messing, weren't we?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Seven day CC for you, Milner.

A caution for you, Cobden.

Thank you.

Do you want a go?

No.

The funny thing is,

I never touched this stuff
till they put me in here.

You've got to get your head
through the bars though,

haven't you?

May you rot in prison.

And time is money.

Burn in hell. Drunken bastard.

All right Mr Mac?

All right.

Bring the other vest back?

Didn't know I had to.

Don't matter. Bring it next time, yeah?

There's going to be a next time?

Yeah.

Got to give you this.

What's that?

300 quid.

I don't want it.

Yeah, they said you'd say that, Mr Mac.

But I can't take no as
answer, so here you are.

So if it ain't about the money,

why are you doing this?

My lad's in the nick.

Throwing him in this is so
it doesn't happen again.

Yeah. I thought it'd
be something like that.

Because you was always dead
straight, you was, wasn't you?

All right, bring that
vest back next time, yeah?

Fuck.

We have one IC1 male.

Just approaching now. Stand by.

Sorry sir, I had no option
but to pull you over.

Why's that?

Your rear light, it's smashed.

Oh yeah, shit. Yeah.

Sorry about that, mate. I'll
get it sorted in the morning.

Okay, no worries. As long
as you get it sorted, yeah?

Ta.