All language subtitles for Mcvicar.1980.1080p.BluRay.x264.DD.2.0-RiPRG

You're on the move, McVicar.
Get your kit packed.

Pull the door to.

You know what you can do with these.

All right, who's got me trainers?

They're to go with your property.

The Governor's ordered that you wear
prison shoes on the escort.

- Has he? If I don't get 'em, I'm not going.
- Just get dressed, McVicar.

You can't have the training shoes
and you're going on the escort.

All right, I know I'm gonna lose here

but I'll be the best second you've ever seen.

Come on, Mac,
you'll get the trainers at the new nick.

I won't, cos I'm not fucking going.

Give him the training shoes, Mr Watkins.

Give him the shoes. The escort is waiting.

- You all right, John?
- What...?

- What are they doing?
- Go on, Mac, we don't want any trouble.

- Be as quick as you can, lad.
- You bastards!

- You filthy bastards.
- Poxy gits.

'John Roger McVicar,

'you have been convicted
of a number of grave offences,

'including that of firing on a police car
to resist arrest.

'That crime alone would warrant a long sentence

'but given your appalling record of violence

'I would be failing in my duty
if I did not impose an exemplary sentence.

'Society has earned a well-deserved rest
from your activities.'

Hello, love.

It was you, wasn't it?
The one that got away on the train.

Come on, I got away, didn't I?

You're already doing eight years.
They'll throw the key away if they catch you!

Ah, they'll never catch me.

You don't care, do you?
What about me and Russell? Don't we count?

I told you, you should have had an ab...
You shouldn't have had him.

Don't expect me to come and visit you inside.

Have I ever?

I don't want any birds visiting me,
especially birds like you.

- What do you mean, especially birds like me?
- Leave it out, will you?

When they catch you, you'll never get out.

Never get out. Never get out.
'Never get out. Never get out.'

'On the charges before me today

'you will go to prison for 15 years

'to run consecutive with
the eight-year sentence you are already serving

'making 23 years in all.'

Come on, then.

- What is it this morning...?
- One on, sir.

- Name and number?
- You know my name.

You people gave me the fucking number.

- John.
- All right, Stokes, shut it.

- Watch it.
- Keep those men back.

- Clear the way.
- All right, lads, clear the way.

- Another 30, McVicar.
- Hello, Tel.

- John, I'm choked.
- I'm gutted, mate.

- What, is the dog taking you for a walk?
- That's enough, Stokes.

- Come on.
- That's it, John, watch your bottle.

- All poofs, these Geordies.
- Watch your lip.

Hold up! Are you trying to get up me?

John. You don't want a bird
in there with you, do you?

Any more of that, Stokes,
and you'll be on report.

- Cup of tea out there, kidda.
- Thanks.

You're in our security wing now, McVicar.

We like trouble here.

Well, make sure you're not involved, won't you?

Cos I'll put a tool right in your belly.

You've another 30 days
of your punishment still to do.

Here's your property, McVicar.

Tomorrow you're on normal routine.

Slop out, McVicar.

Fuck me, Harry,
where were you last night?

I had a curry last night.
Look at the peanuts on top of this.

- Slop out.
- Morning.

- Cheers, Panda.
- Morning, Harry Aitch.

- How long you been in here?
- A half hour. Too fucking long.

- What do you want, Collins?
- Change me blade, Mr Pendel.

Razor blades can only be exchanged
on Mondays and Thursdays.

- Billie, heard the news?
- But it's blunt.

They have found another daisy chain
in the Durham Light infantry.

The Durham Light infantry
was the fastest marching regiment in Britain.

- Found a load of them stuck up each other.
- Hear about that French film?

- Sunk to the nuts they were.
- 180 paces to the minute.

- They're gonna rename them.
- Heel to toe, mind.

The Durham Bumpers.
They do love an arsehole, these Geordies.

There's no poofs in the DLI, Stokes.

- Come on.
- Why don't you fuck off, Collins?

- Why don't you look where you're going?
- Slop out, Harrison!

- You wasn't fucking looking, was you?
- Sorry. I was daydreaming.

Oh, yeah? What about?

Little girls?

- Ronnie!
- You're a sex case, ain't you?

- Leave him alone, McVicar.
- You're a dirty, fucking sex case.

Behave yourselves.

Take it easy now.
You've just come off punishment.

- What is it with you people?
- Come on, now, Jeffries, lad.

- Come on.
- Ronnie!

Come on now, lad.

- Take it easy.
- Ronnie, get hold of it.

- Easy, lad.
- What's it all about, kidda?

- McVicar stabbed Jeffries.
- What's the matter, son?

Someone given you a rucking?

Hey? Have they?

Come and tell your Uncle Ronnie.

Come on.

Don't get all excited otherwise
you'll macaroni your pants again.

Tell you what,
me and Uncle Bobby ain't half thirsty.

You got a pot of Rosie in there?
Have you? Have you?

Come on then, Streaky. Come on.

Mr Pendel, get these men out of here.

- All right, bonny lads, it's all over.
- Move these men.

- And you, get back.
- Bollocks.

- Get back.
- Bollocks.

Tip it. Tip it, Stokes.

- This bread's as hard as rock.
- Fucking wedding cake again?

Look at the size you're getting.
You eating the leftovers every night?

- All right, John?
- Thought they'd do me there, Tel.

Prisoners down there, Mr Appleby?

Nice to meet you, John.

Heard a lot about you.
You frit the life out of Jeffries, growling at him.

- He's a sex case, Ronnie.
- I know what you mean.

Like them two upstairs - Cody and Butler.

Now if they show their faces,
they get obliged straightaway.

But Jeffries ain't really a sex case.

He never tampered with the kids,
he just killed 'em.

And that's all right with you, is it?

We use him as a gofer.

Go for this and that, go for a cup of tea,
tidy up the cells.

I'll put you...

on his list.

Not for me, Ronnie.

Bobby Harris, John. Doing a tenner with me.

- All right, John.
- Bob.

Had him in charge of electrodes,
know what I mean?

Jimmy Collins. Doing a 15
for that bank shoot-up at Fulham.

So what?

- Morning, John.
- You don't mix with those wankers, do you?

Well, sometimes it's hard not to.

Come on, hurry it up, McVicar.

You all right with Tuesday night,
Mr Pendel? A bit of extra time.

As it goes, sir, I was thinking of...

We're a bit short...

Are you expecting a bit of trouble?

Well, I had a bit of bother
with McVicar the other day upstairs.

Aye, he's a bit of shit-stirrer all right, sir.

I could always use the overtime.

- Are the prisoners away?
- All away.

- Send him down.
- Breakfast, Cody.

He's coming down.

Sex case, sex case,
hang him, hang him, hang him.

They're at it again. Shut up, Stokes!

Sex case, sex case,
hang him, hang him, hang him.

Keep those men quiet.
Next one talks is on report.

All right, McVicar. Shut up, Stokes.

You'll be nicked for that, Panda.

'Shall I tell you something?'
'What?'

'First time I saw you I said to myself,

"I'm gonna fall in love with that girl
at the drop of a hat."'

Beautiful film.
They don't make 'em like that no more.

- Thank Christ for that.
- All sex nowadays.

'I think it only fair to tell you,
just for the record,

'I dropped my hat tonight.'

That's not all he fucking dropped.

'Eileen, I suppose you don't happen to feel
about me the way I feel about you?

'Just to make things tidy...'

'I don't care how late it gets, I'm not going

- What's that?
- Go on, my son!

Have a look at him!

What a boiler that is.

Oh, wonderful.

Leave off, Bobby, I'm watching.

Do his jump. Do his jump.

- Would you care to?
- Thank you very much.

Go on, Bobby. Give it some.

In the book, this is where
he gets her on the ground and rumps her.

Might have known it'd be you, Stokes.

- Association's over. Back to your cells.
- What?

Come on, back to your cells.

You slag, Rabies.

The name is Mr Pendel, Stokes.

I won't nick you for that
but I'll have the opportunity next Monday

when you'll be under orders to wear uniforms
and call prison officers sir.

Now come on, back to your cells.

Always looking for bloody trouble.

Geordie maggot.

I shall have another petition
out on you for this, Rabies.

Come on, McVicar, you too.

- All present and correct, sir.
- Here's Adolf.

Now, men, you know why you're here.

As from next Monday
the new workshop will be open

- and you must work an eight-hour day.
- Bollocks.

In addition, Home Office regulations regarding
the wearing of prison uniform are to be enforced.

That means that prison issue shoes,
shirts and trousers

are to be worn on association.

- Overalls will only be worn in the workshop.
- Jesus Christ.

Do you mean we can't wear trainers and T-shirts?

The rules are laid down by head office,
it is not my function to justify them.

The committee for penal reform
recommended that prisoners in security wings

should be regimented as little as possible.

The regulations do not make any distinction
in the case of security wings.

Just a minute, the committee said that dress
was one way that long-term prisoners

could be given more freedom of choice.

No new regulations have come into effect
with regard to security wings.

What's the point of having recommendations?

I can't act on committees' recommendations.

Don't you think you're asking
for trouble... sir?

- I'm asking, ordering...
- Oh!

...that the regulations be obeyed.

If there is trouble,
I've no doubt my officers will deal with it.

Do me a favour!

So you're rigid about these regulations,
are you?

Yes, I am.

There's no further point
in continuing this meeting, is there?

- Mr Allen, sir!
- All right, Mr Pendel.

It's a fucking liberty.

- All right, take your time, boys. Single file.
- It's all bollocks.

Take it orderly.

- I think I'll leave.
- One more.

I've never done eight hours in my fucking life.
Ain't gonna start now neither.

- That'll last you a month.
- Here he comes.

- What channel is it you want?
- Radio 3, Mr Pendel, sir.

Fischer-Dieskau is singing Winterreise.

I always like a good singsong meself, kidda.

Ready?

Get off me!

- Behave yourself.
- Come on.

Get his keys.

- Come on, hurry up.
- Go on, lads!

- Get in there.
- Come on.

- Pull it round, John.
- Come on, let's get in.

Get him out of the way.

Don't let them close those gates.

...report!

Come on lads, you can't win.

Come on, boys, fuck off out the way. Come on.

'Ey!

- You're destroying prison property!
- Piss off!

We've done it!

Come on, lads.
You'll all lose your privileges.

We've won!

What? No, no one got hurt.

John, these are our folders.
Here's yours.

This isn't just for a laugh,
we do have genuine grievances.

For fuck's sake, shut up, will you?

Shut up. Do you want this reported
straight or not, for fuck's sake?

- Well shut up.
- Go on, piss off.

They've withdrawn our rights to what we can wear,
It's like an army detention centre.

We're already restricted
by being in the top security wing.

Hey, Douglas is here.

Make us wear regulation uniforms and things.

- We want someone from the Home Office.
- The longer you stay in here,

- the harsher will be the penalties.
- Fuck off, you cunt.

- Shut up, Harris.
- I advise you to return to your cells at once.

We wanna see someone from the Home Office.

Yeah! Piss off.

Get someone here
with a bit of authority, unlike you.

It's all right, Mr Allen.
I know who started it.

- John, have a word, will you?
- Who you got?

- The press.
- You should see Douglas' face. He looks well set.

- So he should be.
- Hello, John McVicar here.

23 years for armed robbery.

- John, tell 'em about me sneakers.
- Fuck your sneakers.

We ain't coming out till someone
from the Home Office listens to our grievances.

Yeah, all right.
We know we'll be punished. We accept that.

But what we won't accept
is the tradition of a good kicking from the screws.

- Right.
- Talk to someone else.

- Hello.
- All he'll give us is the ignorant monsters bit.

This screw shouted at us saying we was gonna
get a lot of stick when we come out.

That is what he said.

Has anybody mentioned the sneakers?

Only that is what really lit the fuse.

- Panda.
- He's a raving loony.

Kevin Swadling. Post Office rap.

Listen to this! "McVicar talks politely
but only because he is after something."

I can't be polite and still be a criminal!

- You've got that as well!
- What?

"Would not hesitate to kill on an escape."
I got that.

Listen to this! This is Cody's record.

Fucking animal.

They've put part of the transcript
of the trial in his record.

You know one of the little girls he killed, he...

He chopped off her fingers one by one

because she wouldn't go down on him.

"The kid was calling out, 'Mummy, Mummy, '

"to Cody's bird who was just watching."

Didn't put that in the newspapers, did they?

It's a pity we didn't bring him in here with us.

Right, well, what we gonna use for a khazi, then?

I think I'm gonna baptise the chapel.

Yeah.

- ...that's only the first page.
- Still there, are you?

Hello, operator?
I'd like to book a call through to Rio.

- Ah, you...
- "Wouldn't hesitate to kill."

One Miss Imogen James...

Fucking lovely, these people, Wal.

- Appreciate them all the more now.
- Don't let them worry you.

Five minutes? Yeah, I'll wait.

"McVicar comes from
a disturbed family background.

"His father was an alcoholic."

The British Journal of Criminology
don't know what it's missing!

This stuff is so illiterate,
it's so bloody disorganised.

I'd like to keep this as evidence
of what these idiots are about.

Look at them.

Here you are, have a look at that lot.

- Read it!
- Yeah, who do you think it is?

- What the fuck's going on?
- There's been a bit of a bust-up.

Can you hear me?

Oh, Streaky's going.

He's off!

He's gone, Wal.

- Ronnie!
- You Geordie bastards.

The slags have cut me off!

- Took 'em three hours to think of that.
- Par for the course.

We'll show those Geordie slags
they can't get us down by turning off the lights.

Let's show 'em.

Come on!

Harris.

What do you want?

A prison director from the Home Office is here.
He wants to speak to you.

- What's his name?
- A Mr Jackson.

- Leave off!
- As governors go, he's all right.

- That's saying nothing.
- Look.

Look. If Billie knows him,
he ought to have a word with him.

- I'll second that.
- What good is that gonna do?

- What we gonna say to him?
- We'll say plenty. I'll get a petition out.

- Hello, Johnson.
- Sir.

So how are we gonna end this little lot?

Here's our petition. It's reasonable.

We never found it necessary
to do this in your nick, did we?

You know I can't bargain with you

but you know me and I tell you that this petition
will be given serious consideration.

Of course, if these disturbances were to continue,

then the tone of this petition,
which seems conciliatory,

will be held in question.

But if you were to come out quietly, now,

it will be studied very carefully indeed.

And what about the warders with riot sticks?

I give you my word there'll be no
personal violence against any single prisoner.

- I'll see what the lads say.
- Right.

If we come out for Jackson,
I reckon we'll get our own way.

- So do I.
- You can't trust 'em.

- Stay in and we strengthen their hand.
- Go out and we play into their hands.

- You already made the point!
- Lads, look.

John's right, there's no value in staying in.

- Let's vote on it, all right?
- All right.

- Those in favour of going out.
- I'll have some of that. I'm going, Ronnie.

- Get your hand down.
- Are you staying as well, Tel?

You're making a big mistake, John.

- Those against.
- Streaky, get your hand up.

- Streaky, don't be a prat.
- We're going out, Ronnie.

Well, it's as I told Douglas.

They was all rushing past my cell
just as I came out

and I got swept into the office in the rush.

It was like sucking a bit of fluff.

Anyway, once I was in there, what could I do?
If I'd tried to leave, they would have beat me up.

Did anyone see the rush?

Were you in a position
to see Stokes in this rush?

I couldn't swear to it, sir.

In the absence of a case,
we find the prisoner not guilty.

McVicar, we find you guilty of mutiny
and sentence you to 42 days' solitary confinement.

42 days' solitary confinement.

- Suppose I'll have a look at the old TV.
- How did you get out of that?

There's a ballet on tonight
where all the birds peel off. Disgusting.

Fancy using the chapel as a khazi.
I'll never pray in there again.

- Stokes.
- You slippery bastard.

I suppose you think you got the better of us.

But just remember, kidda, you're in for ten years.

Yeah. Yeah, that's right, Mr Pendel.

But you're in for life, ain't you?

Mr Hagan,
are you ready for the next prisoner?

- Ready, Mr Stiles.
- Thank you, Mr Hagan.

Dinner, McVicar.

It's fucking cold. Slags.

Slags.

Jesus Christ. Bloody maniac.

You dirty maggot!

It's fucking cold.

Know what you can fucking do?

Leave him alone, you poxy gits!

You try and grab me and I'll break your jaw.

No. No, I'm not going to do anything like that.

Now, are you going away to your cell?

Anywhere you want me,
you're gonna have to put me.

If you've got the balls.

You can stand there
till the governor comes in if you like.

It's up to you.

So why don't you just go away quietly to your cell?

Are you all right, John?

Catch.

- Come on.
- Give it to the bastard.

Ah! You bastard.

Hold him.

Naughty, naughty.

Piss!

Sir, 515538 back in.

- Thank you, Mr Benson.
- Thank you, Mr Stiles.

- Hello, Bob.
- Nice to have you back, mate.

- Good to be back.
- See you in a minute.

Hello, John.

- What, a bag as well, Ronnie?
- Yeah! All right, isn't it?

Terrific.

- Hello, John.
- Hello, Billie.

What's happening here, then?

The screws are off our backs now.

It's not too bad.

We're only seven-handed, the rest got ghosted.

- Not Terry?
- Yeah, he's gone.

Bastards.

But he didn't half slag old Rabies on the way out!
He really did.

Cor, I'd have liked to been here for that.
I'll see you later, son.

OK, John. Ta-ra.

- What's this? Pets as well?
- Hello, John. Nice to see you back.

It's all part of the new regime.
Graham's in charge of the block now.

I heard.

When he asked me what I wanted I said a giraffe.

He blanked me on that so I got him.

For fuck's sake, Wally.
How'd you get an 'acksaw in here?

It's all right. Nobody's gonna find it in here.

Anyway, the metal rings satisfy the detector.

You're bleeding mad, you are.

John, you still wanna get out?

What do you think?

That'll catch the judge's eye.

Oh, nice one.

John.

What you up to, Wally?

While you were over the other side, John,

I took a good look around this room.

Go and have a pipe at that wall.

- Mr Horton.
- Yes, Mr Allen?

- You're wanted...
- Wally, I look at walls all day, mate.

So do I, John.

But they don't do nothing in the nick
without a good reason.

Don't matter how bleeding stupid it may seem.

I reckon they bricked across that corner
cos there's an old ventilating shaft there.

I don't know where it goes.
It may go down to the cellar.

But on the other hand, it may go up to the roof.

Well, I'd like to find out. Do you wanna help me?

Cor, you bet, Wally.

OK.

We'll start on that tomorrow.

Walls and bars, Probyn.

- I'll take this papier-mâché to the shower room.
- Will you?

It dries up if I leave it here.

Right.

All right, John?

Yeah, all right, Wal.

Make it quick.

Screw.

- Mr Horton.
- Yes, Mr Stiles?

- You're wanted on the two.
- Thank you, Mr Stiles.

John.

It ain't stone, mate, it's brick!

But can we do the trick, Wal?

I said can we do the trick?

Wally!

Fucking...

Here, Wally.

How come you never answer me?

There's nothing more we can do today, John.

It'll be bloody slow at this rate.

I'll need a chisel.
I'll have to get one from the workshop.

Trouble is, it's gonna be bloody loud.

What about using the weights to drown it?
It'll mean bringing someone else in.

What, Billie?

Yeah, he's all right.

- You gonna see him or me?
- I'll see him.

Well, we'll do that, then.

- Hold this foot out a bit.
- Yeah.

Tuck your arse in. There's a good boy.

- Lovely, that is. Head forward.
- Right.

- You sure that's not too tight for you?
- It's all right.

Terrific, that is.

Ain't it, Wally? You know we've entered him
for the Mr Prisoner competition. Over 30s section.

Lovely, that is.

- Hold that there for a minute.
- All right.

We'll have to do something about them boots.

Tools in, lads.

Come on, tools in, lads.

What I used to love about her, she used to wear
my underpants. It used to drive me mad, that.

OK, Harrison.

Thank you, Mr Stiles.

Here, do you know who earns
£1,000 a week and live like pigs?

- Who?
- Pinky and Perky.

Hey, Wally, your hamster must be strong.
The way he wears out his wheel.

You'd be strong
if you ran round that wheel all day.

Little bugger.

OK, turn round.

We have got ourselves a little hole here, John.

I reckon we're gonna be home by Christmas.

- Morning, sir.
- Good morning.

Come on, Wally,
you're walking where I've cleaned.

Settling down, McVicar?

Anything you want, see me.

I want nothing from you people.

- Probyn, we'll see about your parole application.
- I don't think so.

- Why not?
- I'm planning to make my own way out soon.

- They're in the showers again, Bobby.
- Yeah.

You didn't find nothing out?

No.

We'll have to do something.

- Mr Horton.
- Yes, Mr Allen?

- You're wanted by the main gate.
- Thank you, Mr Allen.

That slag Harrison is trying to get us nicked.

I just been in the shower room.
He has knocked a big piece of plaster off the wall.

- He hasn't?
- There's no way they'll not see it.

- They'll rip that gaff apart.
- I'll fucking kill him.

- Out.
- All right.

Watch him, Wal.

You digging a hole in the shower?

- Er, yeah.
- You can't dig out where you started.

- It's not even on an outside wall.
- Yeah, I know.

We're gonna branch left
when we get a little way in.

What you so excited about?
I can dig out if I want to, can't I?

Don't take me for a prick, Ronnie.

- You know we're working in there.
- I know nothing about your work.

Anyway, you can work on your hole
and we'll work on ours.

What's the difference?

You're grassing me, Ronnie.

I'm not grassing you. How am I doing that?

I just wanna get out of this khazi
the same way you do.

You think I wanna spend 20 years
listening to them Geordie maggots?

But you're grassing me. You're digging a hole
where they're bound to see it.

- They'll rip it apart and you know it.
- What we arguing for? It's fucking silly.

We can block Collins out.

Just put me in. I'd do the same for you
if the boot was on the other foot.

Wouldn't I?

Let's stop fucking about, Ronnie.

If you don't leave it out, I'm gonna do you.

Well, do it, then.

I'm warning you, Ronnie.

Don't warn me, just do it.

You know I'm not gonna hit you, don't you?

- John, what happened?
- He's got us by the bollocks, Wally.

I couldn't do nothing with him.
We'll have to put them in.

- Collins as well?
- Streaky, come in.

Yeah. But if him and that fat slob think they're
coming with us, they got another think coming.

We'll have to do something, John.
Can't have them down our hole.

Mr Horton, you're wanted on the three.

- All right, Wal?
- Go on, John, bung it down there.

That draught's stronger now,
I think we've broken through.

Fancy having a look?

Be quick, won't you?

If anyone comes, I'll stamp on the floor.

Lot of good that'll do me.
I won't be able to do nothing, will I?

Yeah, well, hurry up, won't you?

- Freeze, Wally.
- What?

Freeze.

Mac, is Wally in here?

No, not here, guv.

- What am I? A liar?
- No.

- I'm just looking for Probyn.
- Well, he ain't here.

- Thanks, Mac.
- Quick, Wally, out!

- Twos, threes.
- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir.
- See if Probyn's up there.

- Right you are, Mr Stiles.
- I thought you were fucking looking.

- It's Probyn. I cannot find him.
- Cannot find him? You've not lost him?

Fuck me.

- Where did you last see him?
- In the showers. But I've been in.

- Go and check them again. What is it you want?
- All right.

- Slag.
- Check the recess.

No sign of Probyn on the threes, sir.

No sign of Probyn on the twos, Mr Allen.

I want a double check made of every level
till you find Probyn.

Oh, there you are, Wally!

- Put the wind up you that time, didn't I?
- You'll give us a bloody heart attack.

You will really. Fucking kill us you will.

You'll fucking kill us, I tell you.

- He was hiding in the showers, Mr Allen.
- Thought you'd checked the showers!

Fucking arseholes, Wally.

Sorry, MrAllen, sir.

All right, twos and threes,
Probyn was hiding in the shower.

- Thank you, Mr Stiles.
- I want to see you, Mr Stiles.

Probyn was hiding in the shower.

Here, a minute.

Lend us your hammer a minute, will you?

All right, lads, keep the noise down.

How the fuck can I sleep with you cunts
making all this fucking noise?

Streaky, get us a cup of Rosie. There's a good boy.

We're on our way, Wal!

Ow.

What's down there, Wal?

- Come on! What's down there?
- A women's prison, John.

You two seem to have buttoned up about the hole.

What's happening?

Ronnie, we can't move till we get an 'acksaw.

Don't start getting paranoid on us, Ronnie.

We're in the cell under the showers.

I've told you before, there's only an ordinary bar
and a padlock between us and the out.

- Can you get one in, Ronnie?
- Yeah, leave it to me.

But when I get it, I don't want no one to do nothing

unless we're all there.

Agreed?

- All right, Wal?
- OK, John.

John.

You've done well, you two.
We'll fuck these Geordie maggots.

Hey, John, how would you like
to come to Rio with me when we get out?

I'll see you're all right for dough.

Look, Ronnie,
we both know how you got on the firm

so let's not pretend that we're mates, OK?

Mate, you've got to get an 'acksaw blade in.

Yeah, all right, Ronnie.

You really enjoy all this, don't you?

Yeah, course I do, John. Keeps me alive, don't it?

- Don't it you?
- Not me, mate.

All I wanna be is on the out.

So do I. But when you're in,
you've got keep trying to beat them, ain't you?

That's what I can't understand about Billie.
Fancy not wanting to come out with us.

- Mac.
- Thanks, Mr Hagan.

Do us a favour, Mr Hagan. Take a tug of that.

It's gotta take 200 pounds of weight
for a pulley I'm rigging.

Right, Wally.

- That seems all right.
- Thanks. It does, doesn't it?

I'm pleased with that.

Mr Stiles, is Jeffries on the threes?

Yes, sir. He's in his cell.

See what I mean? It keeps you alive, don't it?

I see Probyn and McVicar
are together in the showers again.

- What do you think they're up to?
- Each other, probably.

Ow! Oh.

- All right, Wal?
- Yeah.

- It don't half make a noise.
- I know.

- Did you do them?
- Easy. Did both of them.

Tonight?

Supper detail's here, Mr Pendel.

- 'All clear to open the gate, Mr Stiles.'
- 17 - 4.

18 - 4.

19 - 4.

- This ball's cracked.
- Must have stood on it, you clumsy cunt.

20 - 4.

Game.

- So anyway, on the day Hitler died...
- ...long streak of piss, eh?

- He knocks on the door...
- But she's done all right for herself.

A bit quiet tonight, John.

Yeah, but she can't call herself a worker.

Nothing wrong.

- Is there?
- No.

"If you let me in..."

Only I looked at the hole today.
You've gone and made it bigger.

What you done that for?

Well, the thing is, Ronnie...

The thing is, Ronnie, well,
I wanna put Collins down the hole tomorrow night.

You know what a fat, clumsy sod he is.

We don't want him getting stuck down our hole
when we're going down there, do we?

Right, I'll tell him.

- Don't hurt his feelings, though.
- No.

- Do some weights, Wal?
- Good idea.

He said, "But Dad, if I let him in,
he'll give me an Iron Cross."

So God says, "What do you want an Iron Cross
for? You couldn't even handle the wooden one."

- What did Hitler say?
- Oh, Christ.

All right, Johnson, Collins,
get that gear put away.

- Ronnie's gone to the library. It's right above here.
- There's nothing we can do, is there?

- What the hell?
- For fuck's sake, shut the door.

- I've come for the bike. What you doing?
- Putting gear down the hole.

- Take the bike and shut the door.
- Come on, Bobby.

- He knows. He'll tell Ronnie.
- It's too late. Get in.

- Come on, John.
- I'm coming, Wal.

Stay close.

Go on. Get in, go on.

Hurry up, Wally.

Leave the bloody rope, John.

Back, John. Screw.

McVicar! You bastard, McVicar.

- Listen to that bastard!
- Fucking grass.

Come back here, you stinking bastard.

I'll get both of you when I come out.

And you, Probyn, you sleazy arse-licker.

Come back here.
When I get out, I'll get both of you.

- Who is it?
- McVicar and Probyn.

Over here!

What do we do now, Wal?

Wally?

Which way did they go?

Check there. We'll gan up the hill.

Over there! Come on.

Oh! Ah.

- Can you see anything?
- It's only ducks, man.

- He cannot have got this far.
- We'll try further upstream.

Come on.

- Fucking hell.
- It's bloody steep, this.

Aah.

Wally never made it, John.

Fucking hell.

- Hey!
- Joe!

- You old wanker. You don't half stink!
- Yeah, it's been a rough one, mate.

- This yours?
- Yeah. Come on, jump in. Lively.

I can't believe it.
Driving down the road with you in the car.

Fucking hell. No one ever thought you'd make it.

I know. It's down to Wally, though, mate.

Yeah. Shame.

Still... Where do you wanna go, John?

Come on, Joe.
You've got one tucked away somewhere.

If she's anything to do with you,
she's gotta be a bit warm.

Take me there, mate.

- Hello, darling.
- Hello.

- This my pal John.
- Hello, John.

He'd appreciate a bath and something to eat.

- Will she stand for it?
- What would you like?

Tell me and I'll tell you if we haven't got it.

Oh, egg, bacon, beans. Anything like that, Kate.

Oh, all right.
My Joey will show you where the bathroom is.

Come on.

You'll be sweet here, John.

- Come on.
- Do you think...?

You'll be all right, you dirty sod.

My shaver's there. Shower.

I'll nip down to the car, get you some underwear
and stuff. We'll sort more gear out tomorrow.

And for fuck's sake, have a shower.

Katie, my little darling.
I want you to do me a favour.

I want you to look after John for me for a few days.

He's just come out of the factory
and he's had it tough in there

and he's closer to me than a brother, you know?

So look after him nicely, won't you?

Won't be too hard for me, will it?

I got your gear here, John.

There's a few quid here for some booze.

Oh, terrific.

Hey, you're looking good.

I don't know what they feed you lot on in there
but you must thrive on it.

Still, I couldn't do it. No way.

Hey, don't make a pig of yourself, will you?

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Yeah. Be lucky.

Fucking hell.

Why don't you sit down? Won't be long.

Oh.

It's still well alive in Durham.
Still, it gives you a few more days down here.

I still got a lot of running about to do.

Have you seen this?

The photographs the Old Bill stuck out
do you a right favour! You look like Donald Duck.

That's what I wanna look like - a right wally.

Is there any work about, Joe?

John. In two days the Old Bill will have
a special squad just looking for you

so take it easy, all right?

But it's gonna cost me bundles just to live.
I've been thinking about doing a trip abroad.

- Bobby Armfield's having a whip-round.
- Bob?

- Yeah, he's straight now.
- No!

You should get enough to bake about
until some work comes along.

- And a passport? Can you fix that?
- Yeah.

- It's early days but...
- Leave it to me, all right?

And no one must know. Not even me.

This is Frankie's place.

I'm glad he came up for none.
He's a diamond, is Frank.

Frank. Look what I found.

- Me son!
- Hello, Frank.

Aah! How are you, mate? Doing well for yourself?

They won't blow my socks off.
You really hurt them this time, John.

Couldn't have happened to nicer people, mate.

- Frank's fixed a nice car for you.
- Your getting away present.

- What can I say, Frank?
- Jump in.

The hood's terrific.

And you ought to get yourself a motorbike.

Yeah. Get a crash helmet
and you go where you like, even in the daytime.

You slippery bastard.
No wonder you never get your collar felt.

Are you going round Kate's again tonight?

What do you think? Loves it, don't she?

Thought you'd wanna see Sheila.
She'll be wondering where you are.

Hello, love.

I missed you.

You look great.

- How's the boy?
- He's all right.

He's upstairs, asleep. Come and have a look.

He looks more and more like you every day.

Shh.

Does he know?

I never talk to him about you.

He doesn't remember you
from when you were here last.

Come on.

- When did you get back into London?
- This morning.

- Liar.
- Ah! Shh.

Always did place great trust in me, didn't you?

How you keeping, anyway?

It's not easy looking after a young child.

He always wants something new, like shoes.

- I'll get you some money, all right?
- Mm.

The milk bill needs paying.

I could do with some clothes.

A few clothes for him wouldn't come amiss.

The gardener needs paying.

I think I'll go back in.

The cook's left. What you doing?

- What you think?
- Dirty bugger.

- Morning.
- Hello.

Hello, mate.

Russell, this is John.

He's a very good friend of mine.
He might be staying with us for a few days.

All right, Russell?

Russell, don't be rude. Say hello to John.

Hello.

Make some tea, love.

People will be disgusted. I can't have
a five-year-old calling me "John" in the new place.

- I want him to know.
- What if something happens to you?

He already loves you,
it'd be far worse if he knew you were his father.

Listen, listen.

I want him to know.

Now either you tell him or I will. All right?

Bosh, bosh, bosh, bosh. Three on that one.

Bosh. Go on, give it some.

Give it more shoulder. Right.
Two on this one. Go on.

Oof!

Beating your old Dad up?
Come on, let's clear this mess up.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad, where's Lucky gonna sleep?

Where he always sleeps - bottom of your bed.

Dad?

- What?
- I never knew I had a dad.

Everyone's got a dad.

I know, but I didn't think I had one.

Well, you got one now, ain't you?

Dad, won't go away again, will you?

No.

I'll never go away again.

I promise you that.

All right?

- Hello, chaps.
- Hello, John. Look at him, Joey.

You look a right cunt in that gear.

That's just how I wanna look - a right wally.

We cut up 47, John.

A bit of exes and a couple of drinks,
end up with ten and a half each.

Your whack's in the bag with the tools.

The odd bits went on the flop, the garage

and the kid who stuck it up,
I give three grand to, all right?

- You emptied these, Bill?
- Of course.

Did you see that geezer's face
when you pulled out the pump?

He shit himself!

What about the birds in the office?
He told 'em to turn round and duck their nuts.

One of them bent so low
I could see right up her scotches. Lovely arse!

Blinding. I couldn't take me eyes off her.

No wonder you were a long while!
I was stuck out in the car...

You dirty bastards
are gonna be here all night. I'm off.

- Leave it out!
- You know how it is.

There's a lot of new stuff in there,
shall I get it laundered?

No, it's all right. I'll see you later, chaps.

- Erm, can I have a word, Joe?
- Yeah.

- Be lucky.
- Ta-da, John.

What's the matter? Worried about the exes?

No, no.

Look, I want another two passports.

For Sheila and the kid.

I think a lot of them, Joe, you know.

Well, they're all I got.

Can your man fix it?

I suppose so, but it's gonna cost a few quid.

Well, if we have that big one in the City,

well, I'm gonna go.

No, straight.

I'd appreciate it if you get buzzing on it.

All right. I'll try and sort it out tomorrow for you.

Terrific.

- He won't dwell, will he?
- Would you?

With Securicor and the clearing banks,
it's worth 30 grand to a grass

and that is more than our whack today.

Do you realise what it does to me
when you do these things?

I think my hair's falling out.

- Oh, John, I'm serious.
- I'm serious.

I'm gonna have a nervous breakdown
if it goes on much longer.

You'll have a breakdown?

I've enough on my plate
without you and your nonsense.

John, the worry is wearing me down.

You worry? What do you think I do?

Do you realise every time
I hit that street I'm on offer?

If someone looks at me
I think they recognise me.

What do you do it for, then?

What else am I gonna do?

Sign on the dole?
I've got to keep you, ain't I?

We did very well without you for five years.

Love, I'm trying.

Have you any idea what it's like when I go to work?

Do you know what it feels like?
What it does to me?

Oh, come here.

Look, we'll have a holiday. We'll go away,
down the coast or something, you know.

It'll be all right.

You don't tell me anything, John.

You don't discuss it.

I never know what's going on.

I do love you, Sheila. Honest, I do.

Good night, Miss Adams.

We've watched it four times
and the courtyard's the only place that's a goer.

- What about the gates?
- Billy boy will sort those out, don't worry.

- Are you sure it's safe to do this, John?
- Course. Long as you keep your eyes open.

I will. I'll take care of the dog. Russell!

Go on then. Give us that ball. Come on, my son.

- Let's make some goals. Take your coat off.
- Over there.

- Who's playing who?
- Russ and me. Come on, Russ. Against you.

That ain't fair!

- Free kick to Russ.
- Not over there. Just here.

Got you! Up!

Go on, Lucky.

She's just gonna change it.
She's not gonna ring in.

Morning, Miss Adams.

Down! Get down! Get back.

Back!

Move and I'll blow your heads off!

Move, you bastard!

Open the fucking gate!

Hurry up or I'll blow your fucking head off.

Take it, take it.

Get on the floor.

Stay back.

Go!

- Daddy, where have you been?
- Just out to work, mate.

Why don't you take me with you?

Next time I will. Promise.

You wouldn't have liked it much, though.

Russell, take Lucky into your bedroom.
I want to talk to your dad.

I'll see you in a minute, mate.

What's the matter?

It was you, wasn't it? That bank job in the City.

It's been on the radio.

I know it was you.

It was you who shot that guard, wasn't it?

Yeah, all right. It was me.

He's been taken to hospital.

He'll be all right. A few pellets in the leg,
something to tell his mates about.

A few pellets in the leg?

- What if he dies?
- He won't die.

You wouldn't give a damn if he did, would you?

What about his wife and kids?
What's gonna happen to them?

You're winding yourself up over nothing.

Nothing?

You're like some cold-blooded animal. Hunting.

I give these people fair warning.

If they wanna be heroes, that's their business.

I don't give a fuck about these people.

I've now got enough money
to get us out of the country.

How you going? All right?

What are you doing here?

Hello, Joe. You're looking prosperous.

That was a nice touch the other day.

Pity about the guard
but he's mended well so no real harm's done.

What's this about? What are you fucking about...?

Do you want to turn it in, Joe?
You must have made a good few quid.

Not as much as you, you crooked cunt.

And what do you do to make a living?

- What do you want to see me about?
- Thought you'd know that.

Stop playing games.

I want the other one, Joe.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- You've had a good run

but it's gonna end unless you give me some help.

The only thing I'll give you people
is money, not bodies.

I don't want bodies, I want a body.

And money's not much use to you
at this moment in time.

You're crooked.
All your life you've been holding your hand out.

Yes, and I've always delivered.

That's why I think you'll believe me
when I tell you that I'm gonna get you that.

Unless you give me some help.

If you fit me up, I'll put you right in it.

No, you won't. And you can't.

You see, I've got a special licence on this one.

To do whatever is needed.

You're not even
on the squad that's looking for him.

Now you're the Chief Constable?

I've been brought in special.

- Why?
- It's the press.

We know he's a mug, don't we?

Been in the nick all his life.

But the aforementioned press have
blown him up into some kind of super crook

and it's embarrassing more than just policemen.

I'll get a brief and I'll go see an MP.

Where do you think this came from?

It's not just police business any more.

You couldn't do a 15, could you?

You'd piss yourself after 20 minutes.

You'd crack up, wouldn't you, son?
Your bottle would go.

Here's my card.
My home and work telephone numbers.

Now, you think about it, son.

Hello, George.

How's the wife? Working?

You didn't think I'd go without you, did you?

I always hoped you wouldn't.

John.

You are finished with it all, aren't you?

Yeah.

I mean, whatever happens?

Yeah, I'm sick of it, love.

I've had enough.

All I want to be is a straight man.

In Canada.

What about the passports? Can you get them?

It'll cost but it's no problem.

Well, I hope Russell's gonna like it.

What about his schooling?
Will there be any checks?

Don't worry, love. It'll be OK.

You sound like your mother.

Shut up!

Straight up, love.

Just a night out with Joe and Frank.

I ain't seen Frank since we moved.

Terrific.

Honest, there's no birds. I'm a wanted man.

Be back by 11.

Only cos you are wanted.

Keep it warm.

He said, "Cor, blimey. For a moment, I thought...

- "I thought you'd got..."
- A Pimm's.

She says, "Gobble, gobble.
Doesn't anybody in this wood fuck any more?"

Waiter. Two more bottles
of Dom Perignon, please.

What are you trying to do? Give me indigestion?

Well, seeing as tonight's down to you, I thought
we'd run a bill up that you would remember.

He's a master at running them up.

Don't I know. The only time he ever heaves it up
is when he's got to trade with the law.

Well, when they want to have a trade,
you've got to have a trade.

I'm gonna have to split.
Way past my bedtime.

That's all right. We got three down the Astra.

But don't worry, Joe and me
will double up on your one.

Yeah, well.

- That'll take care of this.
- Yes, sir.

And you take care of mine.
I'll buzz you tomorrow, Joe.

- Look after yourself.
- Be lucky, John.

And you, Frank. Good to see you, cock.

It's lovely to see him. He was dead
with that 23 stretch, now he's outjuggling.

Even if he does have to be in bed
by 11 o'clock.

Yeah, it breaks his heart.

I'm gonna have a piss.

Come on, love. You take ages.

- I was here first. That's my toothbrush!
- So what?

- Ah, you dirty...
- Blimey, you're drowning me.

Look at it. It's a new suit.

'Ere, are we really going to Canada?
Me and Russell?

- You still don't believe me, do you?
- No.

We're going, it's all fixed.

You fancy the Astra now
or shall we look in at the Fiesta first?

No, we'll go down the Fiesta, eh?

Cos tonight, me old son,

I am popping.

'Name and number?'
'Hello, John.'

'Good to be back.'
'Back to your cells.'

'You'll never get out.'

'Slop out, McVicar.'
'You won't go away again?'

'I do love you, Sheila.'
'Naughty.'

'Never get out.'
'Be lucky.'

'Dad. Dad. Dad.'

That's McVicar.

- That's him.
- Move and I'll blow your head off.

In that case, I ain't fucking moving, am I?

Look about a bit.

Where's he going?
There's a woman and kid back there.

- I don't want him walking about with a loaded gun.
- Go on. Careful.

The Commander's on his way up.

Oh!

It was McVicar.
We got him. No problems. He was still in bed.

- There he is, Commander.
- Just the wife and kid.

Your case, your arrest.