All language subtitles for Porridge s01e05 The Listener.eng

Nigel Norman Fletcher, you have
been found guilty of the charges

brought against you, and it is now
my duty to pass sentence.

DOORS SLAM, BUZZER

Cyber-crime is a modern menace.

A man of your obvious ingenuity
and intelligence

might have used his gifts
on behalf of society.

DOORS SLAM, BUZZER

Instead, you chose to employ them
in a pursuit of self-indulgence,

greed, and gain.

CLANGING AND BUZZING

You will now face the consequences,
and go to prison for five years.

LOUD CLANG

How you all doing out there?
Or should I say, "In there"?

This is National Prison Radio,
made by prisoners for prisoners.

Later on, we'll be looking forward
to all the weekend's sport,

but first, this from you know who.

We should have our own radio
station. You know, Radio Wakeley.

I could do that. I could be the DJ.

You have got the banter, Fletch.

Gift of the gab, that's for sure.

I reckon I'd be good at it.
Play some good music,

tell a few jokes,
I could even do interviews,

- I could do you, Joe.
- Why would you want to interview me?

Britain's oldest prisoner.

No, I'm not. There's an axe
murderer in Durham who's 86.

86! How long's he been in?

Two years.

Two years?!
What, so he topped someone at 84?

Well, it was manslaughter rather
than murder, so he'll be out

when he's 110.

See, this is what I'm talking about.

Scintillating anecdotes from a man
who's seen it all.

Well, reluctant as I am to leave
this pointless conversation,

I'm late for work.

- Why's it pointless?
- Because Meekie's not going to

want to hear you gabbing off
every morning.

He's got a point there, Fletch.
Hard to swing that one.

It's worth a try.

I could do weather!
Weather and traffic!

What traffic?

Clockwise congestion in the showers?

I have got a bit of
congestion, as it goes.

DOOR SLAMS, BUZZER

Welcome to Wakeley. By the time
you've got that lot off,

you'll be halfway through
your sentence.

Yeah. Well, I get them back, right?

I mean, there's some
good memories there.

Oh, yeah, don't worry, it'll all
be locked away nice and safe.

Like me, then, eh?

Oh, no, no. I said your stuff will
be nice and safe.

I can't promise that you will be.

Lot of nutters in here.

I'm only joking.

Are you?

No.

Good news, though - you're early,
so the showers might still be warm.

They're through there.

Chin up, it'll fly by.

Really?

No.

MUSIC PLAYS

Ms Driscoll, turn that up, it's a tune!

It's loud enough.

Don't you like this music, Ms Driscoll?

Not bad.

What's your sort of thing, then?
I bet it's all Michael Buble

and magnolia candles round
your house, innit?

What goes on in my house
is my business, Fletcher.

Just making small talk.

Very funny.

If you must know,
I'm a big fan of Take That.

Oh, yeah? Who's your favourite?

Gary? Robbie? Little Mark?

Not Howard?!

Howard?! That's just wrong!

I'm a big fan of Jason Orange myself.

That geezer's got some serious moves!

ALL CHEER

Shel! Shel! Shel!

What on earth is going on here?!

This is a place of work,
not a discotheque.

It's Fletcher, sir. He's playing up.

Oh, why does that not surprise me?

Charge of insubordination is not
going to look good on your record,

is it, Fletcher?

- Is it?
- No, sir.

No, sir.

Turn that racket off, Driscoll.

Why'd you do that, Mr Meekie?
That's a mad groove. Keeps us happy.

Being happy's important, Mr Meekie.

If we're happy, we're chill,
if we're chill, we're mellow,

and if we're mellow,
we don't cause no bother.

No. If you're focused,
you're efficient,

if you're efficient, you're productive,

and if you're productive, you're...
A loser.

What did you say?

I said, "Yes, sir".

Music is therapeutic, beneficial,
and increases productivity.

According to who?

The University of Omsk.
Or was it Tomsk?

- I can't remember.
- What a load of tosh.

No, I read it. So did Shel. We all did.

- Every word.
- I couldn't put it down.

Melodious sounds encourage
the release of dopamine

in the reward centre of the brain.

You're not here to be rewarded!
You're here to be punished.

Yeah, society must extract
its petty revenge.

Yes, indeed. Speaking of which,
come with me, Fletcher.

- Come with you where?
- The Governor wants to see you.

Does she want some company for lunch?

You are one very small step away
from going on report, laddie.

Now, apologise to Officer Driscoll
for creating a disturbance.

Sorry, Ms Driscoll.

Whatever I said, whatever I did...

ALL: He didn't mean it.

We have a new arrival who's
causing us some concern.

We have his medical report from
where he was being held on remand,

and he appears to be in some distress.

- That's not surprising.
- What do you mean?

Well, it's not exactly
Center Parcs in here, is it?

Quiet, Fletcher.

This prisoner is
suffering from depression.

There may even be suicidal tendencies.

What do you want from me?

We'd like you to be a listener.

- A what?
- We want you to connect with him.

Get to know him
and monitor his situation.

You want me to be a snitch?

-- Not at all.
- Yes, you do.

I become his friend, listen to what
he's got to say, then I tell you -

that's a snitch. That's
grassing someone up.

I did express a concern

that Fletcher wasn't exactly
suitable for this assignment, Ma'am.

I think he's highly suitable.

Fletcher's one of the brightest
people in here.

Apart from that Oxford don who
poisoned his mother-in-law.

We wouldn't want you in any way
to betray confidences.

Just watch for warning
signs in his behaviour.

We'd have to move you into his cell,

of course. I don't know about that.

Being locked up all night
with a suicidal maniac?

He's not a maniac, he's a depressive.

Oh, that's all right, then.
Be a laugh a minute.

There is another factor
you should be aware of -

he's well known in certain areas.

What areas? Snowdonia?
New Forest? Hampstead Heath?

Professionally. Some of the
other inmates may recognise him.

Off the telly, is he?
Please say it's Piers Morgan!

For God's sake, he's a rock star.
His name is Rob Strange.

Rob Strange? The lead singer with
Dirty Curtsy?

- Whoever they are.
- I'll do what I can.

Mind you, there is an unwritten rule
inside, relating to us and them.

- Quid pro quo. Tit for tat.
- Meaning?

Meaning, what's in it for me?

Let's just say I would
not be ungrateful.

In that case, I'd like to start up
our own radio station.

Radio Wakeley. I just need a spot
to set up some gear,

and I'll be the resident DJ.

Anything to get out of making
lobster pots, is that it?

Well, I couldn't do both, Mr Meekie.

I might be prepared to consider that.

- All right, I'll do what I can.
- Thank you. You can go.

When I get my radio show
up and running,

I want to do a sort of
Desert Island Discs thing.

You can be my first guest, Mr
Meekie, so start making a list,

but remember, you can only
have one Justin Bieber record.

- Just arrived?
- Yeah.

They give all the new blokes a mop
and a bucket.

I suppose they think it eases
you in. I'm Fletch. Got a name?

Just a number in here.

Yeah, still got to assert your
identity, though, ain't you?

That's why we've all got
tattoos and haircuts.

Got enough tats.

And you used to have a lot more
hair, too, didn't you?

I know who you are, Rob.

I remember when you used to
look like this.

Another lifetime, man.

Yeah. I saw you play at the O2.

I went with my ex. It's a
special memory for me.

Birthday or something, was it?

The night before I got nicked.

Yeah, that was a one-off
charity gig, you know.

And the band sort of split up
after that.

- Creative differences?
- Partly, yeah.

But I also swizzled the
drummer's old lady.

What, his wife?

No, his mum.

DOOR SLAMS, BUZZER

So what happened
when the band split up?

Oh, I was all over the place, you know.

I didn't have a reason to get
up in the morning.

Weren't you dating Miss Finland?

That would have got me up
in the morning.

And probably again after
a bacon sandwich.

I went on a six month bender.
I was really caning it.

I got into crystal meth,
and then I ended up cooking it.

- Where was this?
- Chipping Norton.

There's a crystal meth
lab in Chipping Norton?!

Who were you working for
the Stow-on-the-Wold cartel?

No, no, I wasn't supplying, it was
just a bit of personal, you know?

Years ago, I bought this massive
gaff in the country,

and I was cooking crystal meth
in the shed at the bottom

of the garden.

In a shed?

Yeah, and one night, I had
this terrible accident.

The whole thing, you know,
it just sort of, like, blew up.

And the shed ended up
in the graveyard, OK,

and it demolished three headstones,

and killed a cat.

Killed a cat! That's a year
on your stretch right there.

- Heavy trip, man, being sent down.
- Don't worry, Rob.

I think they're putting
you in a cell with me,

so we can see it through together.

You don't want to hang out with me,
Fletch. I'll just drag you down.

Could be worse, mate.

You could be one of Coldplay.

- What are you doing?
- Moving out.

How come?

I've been tasked from above.

They're putting me in a cell
with this bloke, Rob.

I've got to report what he says
and how he behaves.

Oh, you're a snitch.

No! Shh! I'm a listener.

Yeah, that's a snitch.
Lowest of the low.

No, this is different.
He's got suicidal tendencies.

- I might save his life.
- Rob, did you say? I processed him.

He's a Hell's Angel or
something, isn't he?

No, he's a rock star, which makes me
the friend of a rock star.

Mm.

He's in a big rock band
called Dirty Curtsy.

Never heard of them.

Well, that's hardly surprising, Joe.

What was the last record you bought?

Da Ya Think I'm Sexy? Rod Stewart.

And were you sexy in those days?

Well, Deirdre Ennersly thought so.

- All right, I have to ask...
- Oh, she were lovely.

The bell rang, I opened the door
and there she stood, like a vision,

in overalls and a tool belt.

I said, "Who are you?"

She said, "I'm Deirdre, and I've
come to convert you to natural gas".

Well, you dream of Deirdre
while I'm gone.

And it's only temporary - I'll be back.

Oh, don't rush back on my account.

It's a luxury having a cell
to yourself.

I might keep to the bottom bunk,
though,

cos if I go up top,
I might never get down again.

I won't be missed, then?

It'll be nice to live in a
fart-free zone for a change.

All right, Rob?

Yeah, yeah. You know the ropes,
Fletch - am I up or down?

Down. We don't want you leaping off
the top bunk, do we?

Oi!

What are you doing?!
Those pills, where did you get them?

Have you found a dealer already?

I got them off the MO.
They're my anti-depressants.

Oh. Sorry.
I thought they were laxatives.

You know, two blokes, one loo,
small cell - not a good idea!

Probably a bit smaller than
what you're used to.

Yeah. I went to a Buddhist retreat
once. It was either that or rehab.

I lived in this monastic cell.
It was smaller than this one.

- Where was that, Katmandu?
- Warrington.

Well, hopefully that experience will
get you through this.

Feel free to "Om" any time you want.

They won't give me a hard time in
here, Fletch, will they?

You know, because I'm famous.

You're a rock star, Rob.
That's legendary status right there.

Might have been a different
situation if you'd won the Bake-Off.

- I'll bet you've got some good stories.
- I've got a few, yeah.

You know, I'm going to get this
radio station up and running,

and when I do,
you can be me first guest.

- Oh, what would I talk about?
- I don't know.

The surprising sonic sensibilities
of Metallica's last album?

Or just how about how many birds
you've had in a hot tub.

- Seven.
- Brilliant.

No, no, it was six, actually,

cos one of them wasn't
"technically" a woman.

DOOR SLAMS, BUZZER

You all right, Rob?

Yeah.

- Can't sleep?
- I can't sleep

because you keep asking me
if I'm all right every ten minutes.

Sorry, mate. I know how it is,
first night inside.

Desperate. If you need to talk,
I'm a good listener.

When I say, "I'm a good listener,"

I don't mean I'm a listener
who tells other people.

I mean that I don't mind listening,
you know, for myself.

Yeah, whatever.
I could kill for a smoke.

I think I've got some gum somewhere.

There was a reason I had my meltdown
when I did, Fletch.

In the shed in Chippy?

Something really heavy happened
after that last gig.

This girl called Astrid comes
backstage afterwards.

Swedish, she's about 22.

She's studying Archaeology in the UK.

I can imagine for myself, Rob.
Gorgeous girl in your dressing room,

glass of bubbly, plate of
chicken wings. Who can blame you?

She said I was her dad.

No, no, go back to chicken wings!

Yeah, well, I thought
she was trying it on,

so I got security to haul her
arse out of there.

And then I looked at my old diaries,
and I realised who her mum was.

I was only with her about three months.

So she really was your daughter?

Yeah. And I blanked her out.

And now it's doing my head in.

Don't beat yourself up, Rob.
You can still find her.

There are ways.
Let me have a think about it.

How did you end up in here?

I was a hacker. Top drawer.
Had it away for a while.

Then I went on a binge
with this girl, Davina.

She was gorgeous. Quite posh and all.

Went to the same school
as Kate Middleton.

- Oh, expensive tastes?
- Not many.

I was ripping off credit cards
to pay for her lifestyle.

Course, she dumped me
the day I got done.

Took off with some Argentinian
geezer who plays for Man City.

Lives in a mansion now.

His and hers Ferraris, a helipad,
and a wood-fired pizza oven.

And he don't even play
for the first team.

I hate Man City.

- Who's your team, then?
- Palace.

Oh! I can see why you need those pills.

As the newest member of the group, Rob,

is there anything you'd like to say?

I miss hair.

Hair?

He used to have a lot of it.
Tell her why you cut it off.

I just wanted to get rid of the old

Rob Strange and find a new identity.

If I had your talent,
I'd parlay my pain into music.

Write songs about it. That's what's
the blues is all about -

freight trains, cotton fields,
pain, misery.

FLETCHER IMITATES BLUES RIFF

? I woke up this morning... ?

FLETCHER IMITATES BLUES RIFF

They all start like that, don't they?

FLETCHER IMITATES BLUES RIFF

? I woke up this morning,
I missed the bus... ?

FLETCHER IMITATES BLUES RIFF

- ? I woke up this morning...?
- Fletcher!

It'd be a blessing
if I didn't wake up one morning.

Listen, mate, Irish is right.
Write about sad stuff.

Of course, no-one minted more
out of misery than Morrissey.

He turned a whole generation
into manic depressives.

- No point. It's all been said.
- No, it hasn't, Rob.

Your music spoke to the
disenfranchised,

the disillusioned, and the downtrodden.

- How do you know?
- I had all his records at uni.

And I saw him live. Seven times.

Seven times? I thought
you looked familiar.

THEY CHEER LADDISHLY

Can you sign my arm, please?

It's not for me.

Fletcher!

- How are you finding him?
- It's a tricky one, Doc.

He's a nice bloke,
but he's got a lot of baggage.

Another victim of too much too soon,
much like myself.

Would it help
if he worked alongside you?

Oh, no. Too much varnish
in the workshop.

- Varnish?
- A couple of glugs,

arriverderci.

And I wouldn't let him have any
bleach when he's mopping floors.

Yeah, good point. Are you finding it
a strain, Fletcher?

I can't pretend it isn't
a lot of stress.

Like walking on eggshells.

The only thing that keeps me going
is the thought of that DJ gig

I was promised.

You weren't promised, Fletcher,
and there are no guarantees.

All I will say is that the
Governor is not ungrateful.

Let me ask you something -

did you have a little poster of him
up on your bedroom wall?

A lock of his hair in a little box?

- A tattoo of his name on your...?
- None of your business.

And I had it removed
when I got engaged.

CLANGING AND DOOR SLAM

Visiting day today. Got anyone in?

Yeah, Weasel.

Your drummer?
I thought you swizzled his mum?

Yeah, well, I wasn't the only one.

Have you got anyone coming in?

- Yeah, my ex.
- Davina?

No, Karen, the one I dumped for Davina.

I've got horrible feeling she's come
to give me a piece of her mind.

That's a nice washbag.

Now, before you start,
I'd just like to say...

Start what?

Well, you've obviously come here
cos you've got the hump.

- I haven't got the hump.
- Really?

On the contrary,
it's very good to see you.

- Is it?
- It is.

In here.

Oh, I see. You've come
to gloat have you?

Yeah, I have.

- Can we just be civil?
- Yeah, sure.

Is the food nice?

- No.
- Good.

Right, I'm done. Oh, no, I'm only
just getting started,

- Nigel.
- I hate it when you call me Nigel.

I know.

You, Nigel, are an unfeeling,
insensitive, chauvinistic pig.

- You devastated me.
- I know.

And I'm sorry.

I was selfish and I was stupid,
and I'm sorry.

See that bloke over there?

Not the one with the ponytail,
the one sitting opposite him.

The one who looks like a bald
Rob Strange?

Shh!

That IS Rob Strange.

And he's paranoid
about losing his barnet.

Well, they've put me in a cell
with him. Got to know him a bit.

Now, he really has lost everything.
House, wife, money.

- Hair.
- Shh!

I used to love Rob Strange.

Such a shame to see him like this.

You know what?
You could do me a favour.

Him, do HIM a favour, not me.

- Strange.
- You what?

How is he?

He's still alive.

No small feat when you consider how
easy it is to get a weapon in here.

How is his general demeanour?

Well, he's in prison,
so he's been better.

I have an idea that might
accelerate his recovery.

Go on.

Transfer him to the hospital wing,
and put me in the bed next to him.

- Nice try, Fletcher.
- I'm just putting it out there.

I know you'd never forgive yourself
if anything happened to him.

Stop trying to manipulate everything
to your own advantage.

Nothing much else to do in here.

I need to ask you a... favour.

- A what?
- A favour.

Is it one that I can manipulate
to me own advantage?

Oh, for God's sake, man!

I want you to ask Prisoner Strange
to autograph these.

Rock fan, Mr Meekie! Who knew?

Do I look like a rock fan?

I despise the music,
the lyrics are offensive,

the ones you can understand.

Maybe you should ask him yourself.
You've got a way with words.

- Perhaps not. Best wishes to...?
- Doon..

No. Doon.

It's the name of my wife.

Ah. Big fan, is she?

In her youth, yes.

- Did she ever see them live?
- I gather she saw them a few times.

- Did she ever go backstage?
- I know where you're going with this!

And don't!

I seem to be doing
everyone favours these days.

Hope this'll be noted on my record.

The Governor will not be ungrateful.

And if you get those signed,
neither will I.

ATTEMPTED SCOTTISH ACCENT: The
Governor will not be ungrateful.

I think they're my favourite
words in the English language.

Right up there with, "Mr Fletcher,
we're upgrading you to first class".

Mine would be "Not guilty,
Lotterby, case dismissed".

That's a good one, yeah. Or how
about, "This is the concierge.

"Miss Scarlett Johansson
would like to see you in the suite".

- Who?
- Scarlett Johansson. She...

Oh, don't worry,
it's a sexual thing, Joe.

You're a bit out of touch with that
since Deirdre from the Gas Board.

That's where you're wrong. There was
conjugal visits in me last nick.

I've had it off a lot more recent
than you think.

Yeah? How recent?

July the 27th.

1998.

Morning, all.

You're listening to radio
made by prisoners for prisoners.

The M25 is gridlocked,
the pound's sinking,

there's a Tube strike tomorrow.

Trust me, lads -
you're better off inside.

Thanks for doing this,
Karen, I'm really grateful.

Oh, I'm not doing it for you.
I'm doing it for Rob.

Well, maybe this can start
the process of healing between us.

Easy to talk about healing when
you're not the one who was wounded.

You're not the one who had a stake
through your heart

with your entrails
bleeding on the floor...

All right, keep it light. Look,
I said I'm sorry, and I meant it.

Do you want me to come again?

Erm...

Well, I just think that seeing me

seems to remind you of so much hurt
and betrayal, you know?

I just think it's so much better... for your sake, not for mine

that we make some space between us.

You're probably right.

Really?

Well, I mean, if that's your
decision, then

I guess I'll just have to live with it.

Oh, er, I got you this.

I don't like white chocolate.

I know. Bye, Nigel.

ALARM SOUNDS

Visiting time's over. Prisoners,
return to their cell blocks.

Do you think somebody's
gone over the wall?

- In the middle of the afternoon?
- Well...

It's your rock star mate.
He's on the roof.

Stay exactly where you are, Strange!

Excuse me, Governor.
Fletcher here thinks he can help.

- Really?
- Well, you've hardly helped so far.

You were supposed to be
monitoring his condition, Fletcher.

I did, Doc. But something's
triggered this.

Let me go up there and talk to him.

Governor, the only person qualified
to negotiate in this situation

- is Dr Marsden.
- Unfortunately, I can't.

I haven't completed my safe
working at heights training.

Don't do anything you'll regret later!

He won't regret anything if he jumps.

He'll be splattered all over the
concrete. Let me go up there.

I've got some info that
might make a difference.

What info?

It's between him and me, Gov.
Trust me, I can do this.

Governor, I must protest in the
strongest possible terms.

This is a total breach of
prison protocol.

You're right, Meekie.
It's far too dangerous up there.

It's wet, slippery,
you could fall to your death.

Fair enough.

On second thoughts,
let's give Fletcher a chance.

- What are you doing here?
- Oh, sorry.

I didn't realise you were up here.
I was looking for someone else.

Don't leave me, Fletch!

It's all right, I'm here.

Nice view, innit?

On a clear day, you can
almost see the glue factory.

Stop making jokes, Fletch.
I can't stand this.

Can we have this conversation
somewhere else?

Don't come any closer.
My mind's made up.

I can't hack feeling like this.

Even if I do my stretch, what's
waiting for me when I get out?

Well, there's your daughter.
What you talking about?

- I got my ex to trace her.
- Really?

They've made contact on Facebook,
and they've spoken on the phone.

She wants to see you, Rob.

You're not having me on,
are you, Fletch?

I swear to God.
Now, can we go downstairs?

It's fish pie tonight.
Best meal of the week,

if you don't eat the fish. Come on.

- Help me! Rob!
- I can't, it's too dangerous!

- I might fall to my death!
- Rob, please! Take my hand!

Whatever you do, don't look down!

FLETCHER GRUNTS AND MOANS

Oh, you! Oh!

Did you slip?

I'd like to thank you, Fletcher, on
behalf of myself and all the staff.

What's going to happen to him?

He's in hospital, and his daughter's
already arranged to visit.

I'm recommending that he's
transferred to an open prison.

Good idea. Much more
amenable to recovery, that.

I should go with him.
We can take tennis lessons together.

That's not going to happen,

but I am aware that we owe you
a debt of gratitude.

Well, if you remember,
I had a thought about that.

You did indeed.

It's good to have you safely back
down in one piece, Fletcher.

- Isn't it, Mr Meekie?
- Oh...

Wakey, wakey, this is Radio
Wakeley, with me, Fletch!

This is The Breakfast Show, you'll
be waking up with me every morning.

No, not like that!

Today, we're saying goodbye to
our mate, Rob Strange.

He's off to an open prison.
Good luck, Rob.

He's left some signed CDs

for those of you who didn't get a
chance to shake his hand in person.

To win yourself one, you've just got
to answer this one question -

how many times did Mr Meekie's wife
go backstage with Rob and his band?

Was it A, five times, B, six times,

or C, 13 times?

While you think about that,
here's Status Quo...

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..with Doon, Doon, Deeper And Doon.

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