♪♪
[ Siren wails in distance ]
♪♪
-[ Exhales ]
♪♪
[ Spits ]
♪♪
I'll be in touch about next time.
♪♪
[ Door opens ]
♪♪
[ Truck beeping ]
♪♪
-[ Panting ]
♪♪
[ Beeps ]
[ Door unlocks ]
♪♪
[ Cell door clangs and thuds ]
♪♪
-Here we are.
♪♪
Alright, been here all night?
-I was listening to a podcast. Yeah.
Did you know that in China you get the death penalty
for killing a panda?
Yeah, that's a... that's a true fact!
I already knew that, but I was just listening to it
again to, you know, remind me.
-Pandas, yeah. -Yeah. Yeah.
♪♪
-Alright.
♪♪
-Welcome home. Don't be nervous.
-Thanks.
-Well, this is new.
Do we all get one of those, boss, or...
Hello. You look great.
-Yeah. Who wouldn't after six weeks off?
-How you doing? -Yeah, alright.
-Yeah. -So, what's all this about then?
-We are establishing a culture of responsibility on the wing.
Aren't we, team? -[ Clears throat ]
-And the PID desk's there to encourage prisoners
to stop looking to us to solve all their problems,
take responsibility for themselves.
-Yeah. It's not "PID desk."
-And it's Chobbler's first day manning the desk.
"How can I help you?"
-What do you want? -I'm new.
Hi.
I'm on remand,
and I was told there was someone on the PID desk...
-PID desk.
-...could help me fill out a "general app"
to help me get my clothes.
-Why are you staring?
-What, why am I -- sorry. What? -You're staring at me.
-Oh no, no, no, sorry, no. I wasn't...I didn't...
-Chobbler! -I'm not...I'm not...
-He's staring at me! -I'm not staring.
No. I wasn't...I wasn't... I didn't mean to.
-What?! -Honestly, I wasn't --
-What?! What?! What?!!
-Fantastic.
-Fuck!
-We haven't necessarily found the right person
to run it yet.
-I'll come back.
-I mean, who knew a bloke who killed his mother
and kept her in the freezer
wouldn't make a natural receptionist?
-Yeah, well, haven't heard any good ideas from you.
-I'm still waiting for suggestions
from all of you, actually. -What, about the PID desk?
-Can we all stop calling it that?
"PID" means Prisoner Information Desk.
So, "PID desk" will be
Prisoner Information Desk desk, innit?
-I'll talk you through it as we work.
-Right, yeah.
-From today, Miss Gill will be shadowing me.
-Will I? -New day, right?
♪♪
-Oh, and remember -- most song titles wins.
-Listen -- if it starts to feel like it's, you know,
too soon... -No honestly, it's fine.
-Is that a tan, Miss Gill? -Is that a new haircut?
It's beaut.
I appreciated the phone calls, as well -- the checking-in.
-Well, you we're missed -- by the prisoners, as well.
-So, what's the new governor like?
-Temporary governor.
They all blur into one after a while.
-Miss?!
-Yeah, I'm checking for you, Darren.
-I've been waiting for ages. -[ Knocks on door ]
♪♪
Morning, Mr. Hemmings.
♪♪
We finally shipped out "Dirty Harry"
and got Hemmings instead.
Stabbed a nurse in the eye with a pen.
♪♪
-[ Panting ]
♪♪
-Okay?
-Yeah. Mm-hmm.
-[ Knocks on door ]
-Um, I were thinking about starting fresh.
Maybe switching a few people off my Key Worker list
that I'm getting nowhere with.
-Like who? -Costa maybe?
Think Jax would get further with him than I ever did, so...
-If that's what you want.
-Yo!
Anything about my court papers, Guv?
-I told you they'll do their best, son.
"You've got to have faith."
-Oh, cheeky George Michael -- nice.
[ Knocks on door ]
-Sir?
Sorry. I was just wondering, how I get my clothes.
Just feel like I stand out in this, just way too small.
-Track suits are one size fits all.
You know why? Because you're all the same.
And I wouldn't be putting pictures of your kids out.
Never know what people are in for.
-Right.
Sorry, I didn't really...
♪♪
[ Sighs ]
♪♪
-Is it just me, or is there loads of tension on the wing?
-We've got a pad thief.
Stuff's gone missing from every landing --
food, vapes, toiletries.
-Right, well, being as every other bloke in here
is a thief, then...
-Pad thief's different.
Hated.
You don't steal off someone who's got nothing.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
-Miss?
-Miss Henry, you got a sec?
-Costa.
-Welcome back.
-Is there something you wanted?
-I, uh, haven't had a Key Worker session since our last one.
I just wanted to catch up.
-Well, Miss Stokes is now your Key Worker. So...
-Why?
-Because we've got nothing else to say to each other.
-That is really not a good idea.
-Why not?
-Last I looked, that nice picture of you on my phone,
for one thing.
-You've got just as much to lose as I do.
Right? It's over.
So, stay away from me, or I'll have Miss Henry transfer you
to the other end of the country,
and you'll never see your loved ones.
Now fuck off.
♪♪
-Fire!
Get the alarm! Clear the landings!
Everybody out on the yard!
Fire! Fire! Fire!
[ Alarm blaring ]
-Code blue! Help me then!
[ Blaring continues ]
-Shit! Fuck! Can't see anything.
Can you hear me?
Kam? Daniel?
-Yes...
I was getting my meds.
-Get off the wing. -Where's Kam?
Kam?!
-Come on. Quick as you can, please.
-Kam?! Kam?
Kam?! -What are you doing?
Oy! Move out the way.
Oy! Oy! -Get out of his way! Move!
We're coming for you, Kam. Don't worry.
Can you get the fire hoods, please?
Kam, get yourself against the back wall.
-[ Coughing ]
-You ready? -Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
[ Indistinct shouting ]
-Move, out into the yard. Move!
-[ Coughing ]
-Fuck! They've sabotaged it.
-I'm going in. -No, no, no, no, no!
You can't! It's dangerous! -I've no choice.
-Wait! There's shit on the handle!
-Get me something, then!
-Wait for the hood. -Can't wait. Step back.
Step back!
♪♪
-[ Coughs ]
♪♪
-[ Coughing ]
-Kam.
Kam!
[ Blaring continues ]
-[ Coughing ]
♪♪
-You alright? -Yeah, I'm okay.
-Come on. Move, lads.
Wait there.
-But I've already being given me meds, Miss Stokes.
[ Knock on door ]
-Kam Tavernier's on his way to hospital
because someone burnt out his cell.
Why?
-I wouldn't know, Miss Henry.
-You know everything, Google.
I'm not asking who. I'm asking why.
They smeared shit on the handle. They did everything they could
to slow us down.
He could have died.
That app you put in...
-I've got hundreds of apps in.
-The one requesting a visit to the outside dentist
that I was about to turn down?
-It wasn't Kam they were after.
-Who, then? Daniel Wicks? What's he done?
-It's not what he's done. It's what he was.
There's a rumour doing the rounds,
and the finger pointed at him.
-People think Daniel Wicks is the pad thief?
-Oh, no, no, no one knows who the pad thief is.
And I've had a tube of denture cream robbed.
-The rumour, Google?
-Well, word is, an undercover police officer's
been put on the wing.
♪♪
-Ooh, has she abandoned you already?
-Why, are you jealous?
-What are you up to?
-Lookin' out, innit?
What, with the pad thief about.
-What, you've got your own Neighbourhood Watch going?
Oh, "isn't it ironic"?
When you talk to the cons, the game is to get in
as many song titles as you can.
Hits only, nothing weird. You in?
-Yeah.
-And what are you doing?
-Nothing, Guv.
-It's "Ironic." -What is?
-The Alanis Morrissette song is called "Ironic,"
not "Isn't It Ironic?"
-Look, I was talking about a little loan. It's up to you.
-"Happy together" there, ladies?
It's your first time, right?
Don't borrow anything off anyone.
-Right. Thanks.
-I'm not saying it for you.
It'll be me at the inquest telling your family
you couldn't cope. -Can I just -- sorry, um...
How often do fires happen?
-Oh, no more than once a week. You'll get used to it.
-What if I don't?
-Then you'd better start pretending,
'cause this place is full of sharks,
and if they smell blood... -How...
I don't have anything in common with anyone.
-Yes, you have! You're a prisoner.
-I'm on remand. -So?
-I'm a civil servant. -No, you are a prisoner.
You better start acting like one.
♪♪
[ Indistinct conversations in distance ]
-Hi. -Thank you for seeing me.
-It sounded urgent.
-Uh, there's a rumour on the wing...
-Sit down.
-There's been tension all week.
We thought it was because there was a cell thief,
but it seems the men think
that there's an undercover policeman on the wing.
-Right.
Well, I mean, I generally get parachuted in
to problem prisons to turn 'em around but, sure,
yeah, I could start handling wing rumours, as well.
-Take it you haven't been told anything then?
-Well, wait. Are you're taking this seriously?
-Of course not. Someone's always making something up.
They're bored out of their brains.
The problem is, the men are taking it seriously,
which makes it serious.
Daniel Wicks was burnt out of his cell today
because he was a traffic warden 15 years ago.
-He was attacked because he once wore a uniform?
-If the men think they've identified a serving officer,
they will kill him.
-You know what another death on "C" Wing would mean?
No more "C" Wing. You have to shut this down.
-How? You know what rumours are like.
-Like with a fire -- starve it of oxygen.
Come tomorrow there'll be a new rumour,
probably even more stupid, and everyone moves on.
-What if they don't?
-It's your responsibility to make sure they do.
Oh, hang on, Leigh.
-Oh!
I knew I was missing something.
This belonged to Toby Phillips. It was a gift.
The patron saint of lost causes.
-[ Chuckles ]
-I never normally take it off.
-You must be letting your guard down.
You'll be telling me where you live next.
I'm, um...
I'm not available for the rest of the week. I've got --
-No need to make something up for my sake.
I'm a grown-up.
-You always were very clear.
I remember liking that about you in training.
-Shame you waited 20 years to tell me.
-Yeah.
For a second, when you asked to see me urgently,
then said it was about a rumour, I thought...
-Thought it was about us?
-I hope you're equally clear that this can't come out.
-That's why this works, isn't it?
Neither of us can afford that.
[ Thud ]
-Shut the rumour down, Leigh.
♪♪
-[ Sighs ]
♪♪
-[ Sighs ]
-Rose.
-It's "Miss Gill."
-Have you been thinking about me as much as
I've been thinking about you?
-I bet that works with most girls, don't it?
Move back. -Thought so.
-Move the fuck back.
-[ Clears throat ]
We need to stay close.
-I've told you. -And I'm telling you.
You need to stay on as my Key Worker.
-Why?
-Because I am trying to protect you,
and you're not making it easy.
-I don't need protecting. -But you do, Rose.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
-There was nothing in it, the rumour.
There is no undercover officer.
-There's no smoke without fire. -I'm serious, Google.
Spread the word. It's time to move on.
-People have moved on, Miss Henry,
from Daniel Wicks, anyway.
Everyone's got a theory about who it is.
Don't matter what I say. They won't stop looking now.
♪♪
-Used to be able to leave your cell door wide open
all day, didn't you?
Am I right? Of course I am.
-There's lads in here only think something's really theirs
if they've stolen it.
What you get for 12 across?
-I remember once, fella on a lifer's wing
had his bed nicked!
-[ Laughs ]
-[ Coughing ]
-You okay?
♪♪
-What's going on?
-Nice cup of tea, Miss Henry?
-Ta.
-Terrible thing, when everyone's suspicious of everyone else.
Dangerous -- am I right?
♪♪
-Detective Inspector Shannon, please.
-So...how was it?
Better than you thought, eh?
Ninety-nine percent total boredom,
one percent sheer terror.
-[ Chuckles ]
-We're all proud of you, you know,
for coming back.
♪♪
-And, obviously, until the pad thief is caught,
we'll need to keep our eyes open for anyone hanging
around the cells, looking suspicious.
-It's a prison. They all look suspicious.
-I thought Daniel Wicks was the pad thief.
-No, that's not why he got burnt out.
-Really? How do you know?
"Heard it through the grapevine?"
-They only count with cons, you plum.
-Look, let's focus on coming up with ideas
to encourage the men to take responsibility.
Did anyone have any suggestions for candidates for the PID desk?
-It's just PID, man. -Or anything else we could try?
-[ Sighs ] Tell you what.
It's much simpler with the kids.
It's ones who behave the worst need punishing the least.
Don't bother 'em, see,
'cause you know they know all about anger and violence.
What they don't understand is love and trust,
'cause, well, they've got no experience of it.
-[ Snorts ] Cry me a fucking river.
What happened to your tie, scruff?
-It's not compulsory now.
-We've got a new arrival later -- Tyler Reeks.
I'll brief you separately on him.
-Whoo!
[ Telephone rings ]
"C" Wing, one minute. Can I have the office, please?
♪♪
-Hey, have one of you lot had one of my energy drinks?
-Sorry. Yeah?
Yeah, I'm on my way.
♪♪
-Hey.
I'm visiting a lad on "B" Wing so I thought I'd see you
in person, as long as you're quick.
-There's a rumour doing the rounds.
The men think there's an undercover officer
been put on the wing.
I need to be able to tell them that I've checked
and that is definitely not true.
It's ridiculous.
Because it is... isn't it?
-Well, it's, uh, about the most dangerous undercover assignment
you can do, so, uh, highly unlikely.
They'd need a damn good reason.
-Are you involved?
-N-not exactly.
-What are you not telling me?
-Look...
All I can tell you -- because it's all I know --
is that Toby's case hasn't officially been closed.
-Why not?
-It's not my case. It's been escalated.
-What does that mean?
-It means it's now above my pay grade
and even further above yours.
-So, it could be true?
-I've told you, I don't know.
-But if it was, what should I be looking for?
-No. You shouldn't be looking.
-If they find him before I do, they'll kill him.
At least tell me how he would present.
-[ Sighs ]
Hypothetically...
I'd be watching out for someone fairly new on the wing
who fits in almost too well with a serious criminal record
and doing things that get him status among the other cons.
Okay? -Hmm.
♪♪
-Let me out!
-Pack it in, Hemmings! Now, please!
Yes, yes, I hear you. Pack it in now.
-Fuck you! When am I getting out?!
-Now. -I said, when am I getting out?
-Oy. He ain't your problem anymore.
-Yeah.
So, what's going on with you and Gary?
-How do you mean?
-Have you fallen out? He seems...so angry.
-[ Sighs ] Who knows?
He reckons what happened to Toby hasn't effected him.
But all it's done is confirm
that this lot should have been drowned at birth.
But you know...
-Well, maybe he's just not getting any.
-Oh! [ Both laugh ]
-Bruv, what you doing?
-What's he up to?
-Sorry. I thought you were done. -That's my...
-Twenty-first century in one of the richest countries
in the world, and people ain't got enough to eat.
-[ Banging ] When am I getting out?!
-Excuse me.
Hey! You're not coming out, Hemmings.
Yeah, you do not get to call me an ugly, fat bitch
and play pool, yes? It's one or the other.
♪♪
-Sir? Sir?
-What's up with you, Morgan?
I, uh, I saw him, Mr. Campbell,
going in and out of cells. I know who the pad thief is.
-So? What are you gonna do about it?
-Well, that's why I'm talking to you.
I know I'm not meant to grass.
-No "buts." You don't grass.
-Even though everybody wants him caught?
-Did I say it makes sense?
If they find out you knew who the pad thief was
and you did nothing, your life won't be worth living.
-Oh! [ Laughs ]
-Something fucking funny?
-Sorry, I'm not, I'm not disagreeing. I just...
That's how I ended up in here.
I interrupted a burglar,
and I picked up a cricket bat, and I chased him.
And he smashed through a window, ended up in a coma.
-What, and they charged you? -Yeah.
-This country's a fucking joke!
-That's why I need to be careful who I talk to, isn't it?
Because there might be the odd burglar.
-No wonder you don't fit in.
-Yeah, but I need to, don't I, hmm?
-Did you see my record?
Have you seen what happened the last time
I went to see a nurse?
I'm sick of listening to you. I ain't getting worked up.
-Mate, just calm --
-I ain't going to Healthcare. Who are you?
You need to back away from me, yeah?
-Look at me, alright? -Alright up there, Miss Gill?
-I do -- -So, what you hustling me for?
Go get me a plaster...
-Yeah, I'm fine, yeah.
[ Bang ]
[ Panting ]
♪♪
-Alright, back in your cell.
-New watch?
-New day.
Ah, so, Latvians again.
-They've been brewing hooch.
If you don't let enough air in while it's fermenting,
it explodes.
-Yeah, and the Kosovans on the 2s
are making yoghurt somehow but, uh,
I don't even wanna think about that.
-I still hear the sound sometimes...in my sleep.
-Me too...if I sleep.
Can't get used to a soft mattress.
-I actually thought it were my turn.
I thought it were another gunshot,
and it were my turn.
-Why would someone want to shoot you?
-Why would someone want to shoot Toby?
I don't deserve to be here.
-Why not?
If you need someone to talk to...
you can talk to me.
After what you did for me, I want to be there for you.
-All I did were listen.
-You made me realise that it was safe to trust someone.
-Well, why aren't you?
There's something you're not telling us, isn't there?
-I'm your boss.
There's lots I'm not telling you.
-If you want us all to work towards the same thing,
you need to tell us what's going on.
-I'm seeing someone...
-Like a therapist?
-No, a man.
Do you think I need to see a therapist?
No! I... I just...
-Surprised? -No, no, no.
Um...
Well, yeah.
-It's not a relationship. It's more...
It -- it works for both of us.
-Well, as long as it's got nothing to do with this place,
I'm glad.
-What about you?
-Relationships? -No, trust.
You keep telling everyone you're fine,
but you're not, are you?
If there's one thing I know, it's what scared looks like.
No one is gonna hurt you, Miss Gill --
not while I'm around.
And I'm not gonna let you give up on this place.
It means too much, doesn't it?
Doesn't it?
-What if I'm more trouble than I'm worth?
♪♪
[ Scoffs ]
♪♪
-You alright? Thought you was going home.
-Yeah, I'm alright now. -Hmm.
Had another hug?
-Something like that.
So, Jax, about Costa...
I were thinking I should carry on
as his Key Worker after all.
-Oh, why? -Yes, why?
Is Hemmings back from Healthcare?
-Mm.
-I've decided not to give up so easy.
♪♪
-I don't want fucking Maguire back.
♪♪
[ Knocking on door ]
[ Lock unlatching ]
-You know, I've thought about it, and there's no point in me
carrying on with you 'cause there's no trust between us.
-Rose, you can trust me. -You can't trust me.
Otherwise, you would've told me everything you know.
♪♪
Right. Last chance...
Why do I need protecting?
-Someone has to take the blame.
-The blame for what?
-For the feds getting hold of that strap.
-I don't understand.
They said in the news that guns have been found
in prisons before. It's not that unusual.
What's so special about this one?
-Look, I can't say any more, so don't ask.
You need to watch your back, Rose.
Look, I'll tell you when I know more.
I can protect you, but only if we stick together.
♪♪
-Why are you here, Mr. Hemmings?
-What? Have you got Alzheimer's?
You've only just banged me in here.
-I mean, this prison. What was your offence?
-Why don't you look it up?
-Why don't you tell me?
-There was a disagreement in a bookmaker's...
-Where? -What is this?
-Where? -Fucking Preston. Why?
-And is that where your father was a policeman?
-So, you did look it up.
-Which constabulary was he in?
-Why are you checking up on me?
-Most people whose parents are in the police
don't become violent criminals.
They join the force themselves.
-Maybe "most people's" dads aren't horrible fucking psychos.
What was yours, a dirty screw?
Look, I hate the police.
I hate anyone in uniform...
-You'll stay locked up till governor's adjudication.
[ Knock on door ]
-Yar, miss?
You think I'm the undercover copper, don't you?
-Are you?
-So, there is one?
♪♪
-Listen, baby.
I need you to tell Dad that I'm moving onto "C" Wing today.
You know how he worries.
We can't have that.
Yeah, for real.
Looking forward to seeing a few old faces.
♪♪
-Morning, campers. Hi-de-fucking hi.
Welcome to the jungle.
♪♪
-Freeflow, have your cards ready.
♪♪
-[ Claps ]
♪♪
-Did you tell an inmate
there is an undercover policeman on the wing?
-Of course not.
-That's what people are saying.
So, don't be surprised if there's more fire.
-You need to spread the word. I've spoken to the police.
There's no undercover officer. -What else would they say?
I'm telling you, anyone arriving on this wing from now on
is gonna be a prime suspect.
-Fuck.
♪♪
-Can I talk to you?
[ Lock unlatching ]
[ Cell door closes ]
♪♪
-Welcome, Mr. Reeks.
I'm Miss Henry. I'm C.M. on "C" Wing.
-I won't remember your name.
But you're gonna remember mine.
-You'd do well to keep your head down at the moment, Mr. Reeks,
since you're new.
-[ Scoffs ] That right, is it?
In a bit, Miss.
-What's up, bro?
-You're the pad thief.
-What?
-I saw you going in and out of everybody's cells.
-No, no, man.
Okay, but I was looking for leftovers, not stealing!
I swear down! I'm feeding the pigeons!
[ Groans ]
I know we're not meant to, but they're the same as us.
No one likes them, either.
Please, man -- don't!
♪♪
[ Muffled yelling ]
♪♪
[ Yelling intensifies ]
♪♪
[ Door closes ]
[ Alarm blaring ]
-Coming through! Coming through!
-Gentlemen, the alarm is sounding. Back in your pads.
-Traditional punishment for a pad thief.
-[ Moaning ] -Alright, love.
Alright. Alright. Zahid, stay with me.
-Some fucker keeps drinking my energy drinks.
-Poor Zahid was still saying he was no pad thief
as they got him in the ambulance.
-Yeah, well, Tiny Malone reckons he's had a deodorant
nicked just ten minutes ago.
So, it looks like Zahid was telling the truth.
-Don't suppose he said who attacked him?
♪♪
-I want to put Hemmings in charge of the PID.
-PID! Thank you! -Seriously?
-Wait. Did you say Hemmings?
-Why?
-Because I heard what you said, about the most unlovable ones
being the ones who need it most.
-Right, well, that's kids, not blokes who've gone tonto
in a bookies with a machete and blinded a nurse with a biro.
-But your insight was, it is, valuable...and inspiring.
-Yeah, well, that's me, innit?
You know [Clears throat] fucking inspirational.
-We'll give Hemmings some authority,
show him that his experience is worth something, too,
because no responsibility means no self-worth.
Nothing good comes from that.
♪♪
-Let's go, ladies.
-Uh, Leigh?
Thank you.
Come here.
-Oh!
-New day, eh?
We should all, uh, go down the pub one night.
Have some team drinks and all that.
-You don't think I need a therapist, do you?
-What?
-Uh, actually did have this idea, boss.
Okay. So, you know how the wing's full of men
who've got practical skills, okay, and, at the same time,
we can't get works to do anything for months
'cause everything's outsourced now.
So...
-I love it.
-How do you mean?
-I mean, that's a great idea.
-But, um...
We're not gonna do it. -Yeah, we are.
We are. We're gonna do it!
And we'll go to the pub.
♪♪
-Right.
♪♪
-Why's your bell on?
-I did it.
-Did what?
-Pad thief.
I didn't want to, but I did.
[ Exhales ]
I'll be alright now, won't I?
Hey?
-Should be.
You've proved yourself.
Proved that you are one of them, after all.
Congratulations.
Oh, and shit's still going missing.
So, you didn't even get the right bloke.
[ Door closes ]
♪♪
Jax?
-Mr. Campbell.
-Can we just... [ Clears throat ]
Can we just go back to how it was?
-We've talked about this. -No, I don't mean sex.
Just...just mates.
-Dunno.
Can you stop acting like a twat or...
I dunno...but I'll give it a go.
Miss you.
-[ Sighs ] Okay.
-What you up to tonight? -Tsk.
-Hey, no. I'm not asking you out.
I'm just making conversation.
-Same as every night -- going home and cooking tea.
-What, fish fingers? -Oh, my God.
-What, too near the knuckle?
-Just steady, yeah?
-Why?
If we can't give the murdering shitbags what they deserve,
we can at least enjoy it when they give it to each other.
-[ Sighs ]
"Another day in paradise," eh, Tiny?
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-[ Chuckles ]
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[ Soda can opens ]
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[ Door closes ]
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