♪♪
[ Indistinct shouting in distance ]
♪♪
[ Cell door clangs and thuds ]
[ Indistinct shouting in distance ]
[ Buzzing ]
-[ Gasps ] -Oh...sorry, sorry!
Shit, Boyle!
-You're meant to knock! -Your bell was on!
If you need a wank, don't hit your bell!
-I pressed it ages ago!
[ Laughter ]
-What?
-Poor lamb's just interrupted her first fella
having a bit of me time, you know?
-Now you know why the place
smells of sweat and spunk, Sprog.
-Who? -Boyle.
-Fantastic!
-Look -- to be fair, it was way worse
when they were allowed porn.
-Okay, team, just a quick one today.
Governor Mayhew's coming to do adjudications himself.
-Oh. Why the royal visit?
-Because we are still the problem child.
Two things...
First, Tyler Reeks has joined the wing.
He is a transfer from high security.
Now, Reeks is a former Cat-A double murderer
with a history of violence in prison.
So, let's keep a close eye on him.
-Right. That's all we need. It's already lively out there.
-Would help if we could catch the pad thief,
'cause a lad on the 3 reckons
he's had his rosary beads robbed this morning.
-It's not about that.
The undercover-police rumour's everywhere.
-You've all heard it, then?
-What? You going to tell us it's true?
-The men believe it's true.
In terms of security, that's all that matters.
-Police have been known to put assets in prisons before,
you know? That's a true fact.
-Let's not give this any oxygen, please, Ali.
We need to stay vigilant.
We need to stay ahead of any attacks.
-What?
-I said let's stay vigilant. We need to --
-No, no. You, you, you called me Ali.
-That's your name, isn't it? -Yeah.
But you call me "Mr. Shah." -Well, now I call you Ali.
How's it feel?
-Uh, bit weird, to be honest. Very weird.
-[ Clears throat ] As for Reeks, just, um, stay alert as ever.
Report anything that worries you.
-Like you using our first names?
-Also, Neil Kenway...
The nature of his offence was in yesterday's newspaper
because he's had a trial date set.
We can't be sure if any of the men saw it.
I've spoken to him, and we've agreed
that he's gonna stay on normal location for now,
but if you think he's in any danger, I want him gone.
As I say, the governor's watching us closely.
-Alright, what do you wanna do about Stinky Pete?
We've got half the wing complaining here, so...
-Ali, could you have a word with him, please?
Tell him that we all have to live here,
and if he won't have a shower, he'll get an IEP warning.
-I'm getting used to this whole "Ali" thing.
So, can we call you Leigh?
-"Sexual assault"? Kenway's a nonce?
-Don't let me hear you saying that word out there, Gary.
I'm only Leigh in the office.
It matters what we call people, right?
-So, Kenway's a paedophile?
-No, it weren't a kid, but in prison,
any sex offender's a nonce.
God, if I'd have known before I stopped him
banging his head against the wall.
-Yeah, well it's our job to protect everyone in our care.
Yeah, it don't matter what we feel about
what they've done. -Yeah, it don't matter.
He'll be in Healthcare by bang-up.
-Um [clears throat] Leigh...
-Rose.
-So, should I leave Boyle locked up,
because of, you know...?
He says he has to go to education
for some assessment thing.
-Education?
-Uh, yeah, what about it?
-Every man has to do a literacy test on arrival.
-So?
-Yeah, fine, fine.
♪♪
[ Knocking on door ]
♪♪
-Oh, yeah.
Make sure you check before you unlock this time, Miss Gill.
-Get dressed please, Mr. Reeks.
-Most of you birds only do this job
'cause you love knowing there's hundreds of frustrated geezers,
all banged up with only you lot to stare at and wank over.
-Get in! -[ Laughs ]
-Don't put up with that shit!
-Shut up, you stupid dyke!
-Oh, rule 51, pal -- Offences Against Discipline.
You'll stay banged up for the rest of the day
and be fed at the door.
We'll get you the paperwork when we can be arsed. Ta-ta!
[ Sighs ]
-What's up with you, Miss? What? You not getting any?
Hey, you ask me, I'll give you some.
[ Laughs ]
-Mr. C., I-I can explain.
-Nonce.
-[ Whimpering ]
-Mr. Campbell?
Um, thanks again for helping me get my clothes.
-Yeah, you're on remand. You're entitled.
-I wanted to ask you a favour, if I may.
I've worked every day of my adult life,
and doing nothing's driving me, uh, mad.
So, I was wondering if I could work in the staff room,
making the officers' tea and coffee, that kind of thing?
-We've already got a tea orderly.
-Yeah, I know.
He looks like he might need new batteries now.
Could I help him?
-You really don't want to be seen spending time with staff
at the moment. -Why?
-Well, you ain't heard the rumour?
-Well, I've heard hundreds of rumours.
Which rumour?
-Never mind.
Look, I'll see.
Keep that picture of your kids well out of sight.
♪♪
-Alright, see you later.
Well?
You told me I need to watch my back
and that you'd tell me what you know.
-Which pad is Tyler Reeks in?
-Reeks? Why?
-Why isn't he unlocked?
-Because he's a vile piece of shit.
-No. He is way worse than that.
-[ Clears throat ]
-Look -- I need to see him.
You need me to see him.
-Why?
-Just get him out for me.
-I can't, right? He's banged up all day.
Are you...
are you saying Reeks is here for me?
-Just either get him out or me in.
-You're seriously asking me to unlock a double murderer
who might be here to attack me?
-If you wanna know more, then yes.
♪♪
[ Door opens ]
-Get your things together. You're being transferred.
-I can't be.
-Why not?
-Because...
Why?
-Because you're in prison, which means you do as you're told.
Now move. -Is it something I've done?
-You tell me.
-Look -- no. No, I'm not going anywhere
without telling my family first.
-Your family, of course.
-I don't know what it is you think I've done...
-You wrote me a note, didn't you?
What "note"?
-You have got 30 seconds to tell me why you're on my wing
before I lock that door, and I arrange an escort
to take you to the gate.
-Walk away, Miss Henry.
-Huh! Too late.
Why are you here?
-Because one of you is corrupt.
And Toby Phillips wasn't the first person
to be killed by that gun.
♪♪
-So, the charge is "damaging your cell door."
You've heard Miss Gill's evidence.
How are you pleading? -[ Yawns ]
Just write whatever you want, man.
I'm not bothered.
-You'll replace the glass from your prison wages.
-[ Scoffs ]
-And in terms of punishment...
your record suggests most things
have already failed more than once.
What about the new Anger Management course?
I noticed the take-up's been very good on this wing.
Any thoughts, Miss Henry?
-Sorry?
Um, Anger Management, yes, yes. The response has been amazing.
I was thinking of putting Mr. Hemmings in charge
of the Prisoner Information Desk.
I think helping others might do him some good.
-[ Laughs ]
-What, you'd rather go back to Seg?
-None of this has got anything to do with me.
-So, do you think... -Definitely.
Are we finished?
-Uh...yeah, sure.
Good luck, Mr. Hemmings.
♪♪
-[ Whimpering ]
[ Indistinct shouting in background ]
-What's he doing?
-Well, we have lots of broken and damaged stuff from AFCs
and plenty of trusted prisoners with skills
who are keen to, you know, earn extra privileges, so...
-Huh.
-It was, uh, my -- my idea.
-And the...the C.M. wants the men
to really take responsibility
for their environments, you know?
We also have a burnt-out cell,
and we thought the men could build some shelves,
maybe make a little wing library out of it.
-Huh.
-We have plenty of talented artists and a lot of wall space.
Right? -Right.
-Well, I can see why Miss Henry rates you so highly.
No more rumours I should know about?
-No, nothing to report, sir.
-Do you ever get the feeling you've outstayed your welcome?
[ Chuckles ]
-What's up -- -Thank you.
♪♪
Follow...
♪♪
Leave it open and stand in the doorway.
You're asking me about an app.
Do whatever you have to do to alert your handler.
I want you gone by the end of the day.
-No, you don't.
-You've heard the rumours. Everybody knows you're here.
Everyone's looking for you.
-No. You want me to stay and find out which of your officers
smuggled in the gun that killed Toby Phillips.
-I don't believe it, and I don't believe
the police would take as big a risk as this for a gun.
-Well...
Analysis has shown
that that gun was used in four other shootings,
including the murder of Katy Trent.
Yes, you do know the name.
Young teenager shot dead by a gang about two years ago
for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
So, we need to know where that gun came from
and who it went to,
because this is the first time we have had any chance
of getting to the people responsible.
-None of my team are corrupt.
-Well, what about you?
Look, surely you want me to stay and prove that you're right.
I'll rule them out, one by one. I've already started.
And then I'll go...
-If there was a corrupt officer,
all the prisoners would know about it, including you.
-You know better than I do.
If a con's got a bent screw and any sense,
he keeps that to himself.
Our man clearly knows what he's doing.
-Who else here knows about you?
-Just you.
-And if I've identified you, others will.
And if that happens, you're dead.
-Well, I've bought myself some time, haven't I?
It was me who attacked the pad thief.
-He wasn't the --
-No, I know he wasn't the pad thief, but, you know,
at least no one's looking too closely at me.
And they've accepted me.
-For now.
And that won't last, especially if you plan
on spending your time talking to staff.
-Even if I go away, this won't.
-How long do you need?
-Depends what I find. -There's nothing to find.
-Then I'll be quick.
♪♪
-Looks like someone read the papers.
Seems like you're having a few problems with the neighbours.
-No problem here, Miss.
♪♪
-About fucking time.
Oy, come get your screw to bust my door.
-I'm trying, but you're on punishment.
-Fucking try harder, Lulu.
Me and you need to chat, bro.
-Why are you here?
-Nah. In private.
You got a padmate?
Then get him out and get your little screw
to pad me up with you.
-So, how long do you think you're gonna last here now?
-I'm no nonce, Miss.
-Yeah, well, that's for the judge to decide that.
But in the meantime, whoever attacks you
will still be a hero, won't he?
-It's not what you think.
I-I just need a chance to explain.
-[ Sighs ]
[ Door closes ]
I'm listening.
-I was seeing this girl, Tanya, for months.
She's way younger, but she's been through a lot.
We had, like, an understanding, and the sex was always...
-Consensual? -Yeah.
But then her boyfriend found out and to stop him from dumping her
or hitting her or whatever, she said I raped her.
But I never, and I wouldn't.
Do you believe me, Miss?
Well, it's "innocent till proven guilty" and all that.
-Tell that to them out there.
Plus, I'm pleading guilty.
-Oh, right?
-My solicitor says I'll get less time.
[ Laughs ]
If I go "not guilty," then I get a longer sentence.
I won't last...
not as a convicted nonce.
I can't do it.
-Oh, do you, uh, write poetry?
-Better than banging my head off the wall again.
-"Nobody ever cries, except behind their door.
Even the hardest of men will crumble on the floor."
You know, if you wanna explain,
maybe you should give people some of these to read.
-I'm not stepping foot out there.
I'll get smacked before I get a word out, won't I?
-Dunno, but if I was innocent, I'd find a way to say so,
in here and in court.
-Has something happened?
-I'll be fine.
-Well, what is it, then?
Tyler Reeks?
-Uh...uh, what about him?
-Well, Jax told me what he said.
You can't let that sort of shit get to you.
-How long can we keep him banged up for?
-Why? [ Door opens ]
Well, don't bother knocking.
-You got a minute?
[ Inmates cheering ]
-Who's that?
-One of the Care Bears, running some pointless course or other.
-Don't tell me.
-Anger Management. -Anger Management.
[ Cheering continues ]
-Well, go and help her get set up.
-Hey. -It's just this way over here.
-Listen.
[ Rattling ]
-Fuck!
-I told you.
No one's gonna hurt you while I'm around.
♪♪
-Oyi! Who's that?
Oyi! Open the flap!
I said open the flap, you fucking poofter!
Wait till I find you!
♪♪
-Could he actually be proving the boss right, do you think?
-As long as no one gives him a pen.
-Huh?
-Didn't he stab a nurse in the eye with a biro?
-Don't worry, Sprog. As long as you got
your POA Diary in your pocket, you'll be fine.
You know, police, they get body armour.
We? We get diaries.
-Yeah, well, I'm more worried about my annual fitness test.
I hate all that bleep-test bollocks.
Oh, I feel like dog shit and all.
-Here it comes.
He hasn't even got the good sense to stay behind his door.
-Maybe he ain't done anything to be ashamed of?
-Well, it's yous I'm thinking about.
-Behave. Kenway's no threat to us.
I mean, he's writing poetry, for fuck's sake.
-Uh, I rest my case. All poets are nonces.
-Tsk!
♪♪
-Eye-eye.
I told you.
-Just wait a sec. Wait.
-Listen. I can -- I can do 'em,
but I can't talk to you all at once.
-What the fuck?
-If it's alright with yous, form a queue
and then just tell us one at a time.
-I told him to offer to write poems
for the others to send out, you know, as part of Ali's
bring-your-skills-to-the-wing thing.
Yeah, do you know Don thought that that meant staff
had to do it and all?
And he went and brought his fucking guitar in.
-You know, time was ordinary, decent criminals
wouldn't tolerate a nonce on the wing under any circumstances.
I mean, look at the rats.
Soon as they think there's something in it for them.
-Why are you so angry?
-I've got two girls. -No, not about...
[ Sighs ]
You just never used to be like this. That's all.
-He's a nonce.
Alright, fucking sex offenders shouldn't be on normal location.
-I agree. They should be being treated.
-Castrated, you mean.
-So they can stop being a threat.
See, this is why you and me never get nowhere,
'cause you cannot see past your anger!
You're more interested in hating them
than you are in protecting me and your girls.
-Kenway really done a right number on you, hasn't he?
-Do you even know the circumstances of what he did?
-Not interested. -Hmm.
See, and that's why you're part of the problem.
-Miss? -Yeah?
What's this?
-Poem.
It's a bit shit.
I haven't done you one, though.
-Yeah, well, ta.
No one's ever written a poem for me before, so...
-Doing them for mums, partners, kids.
One of the lads has even asked for one for his judge.
It's given me a way to tell people my side of the story.
And I've decided to plead not guilty.
Thanks, Miss.
-Do you know how many rapists think they're rapists?
-No. Do you?
-What do you know about Kenway's "circumstances"
other than what he's told you?
[ Door closes ]
-Every time I can't see you on the wing,
I assume they've killed you. -We need to talk.
-If anyone finds us in here -- -Well, look.
It's either that or be seen together.
-What do you want?
-Things have changed.
Tyler Reeks is on the wing. -So?
-So he's an enforcer of the gang I'm investigating.
He hurts people. He puts pressure on them.
Yeah?
So, who's he sharing with? -You.
He's got a single, and he's banged up for the day.
-Okay.
-You need to put Reeks in with me.
-I'm not doing anything until you tell me everything you know.
I saw you speaking to Tyler Reeks.
-I won't know everything until I sit down with him.
-You want me to put my life in your hands.
I don't even know who you are.
-Yes, you do.
Rose, we're the same.
-I'm nothing like you.
I'm only in this mess because I care about my family.
-You don't think I care about mine?
You know nothing about me. -So, tell me, then.
-I had to grow up too fast, just like you,
looking after people.
The only difference is it was my own fault.
Got a girl pregnant when I was 14.
I'm a fuck-up, Rose, but I'm not a bad person.
-Did you stick by her?
-It were a one-night stand.
-Unlucky.
-No. Best thing that ever happened to me.
I've stuck by my little boy, and I always will.
I'm a good dad.
I will be.
He's everything to me.
Please, Rose.
Pad Reeks up with me, for both of our sakes.
-Reeks has to be here for a reason.
-I don't care. I want you out of here.
-Do you think I want to be in here with this fucking scum
any longer than I need to be?
-If that's how you feel, why did you accept the job?
-I didn't accept it. I insisted on it.
Those people that killed Katy Trent are gonna pay for it.
I'll make sure of that.
-I'll give you till the end of the day,
and then I'm going to the governor.
-No. You can't do that.
-I can't let someone else die on this wing, and I won't!
-Just...listen.
I know you don't want to believe it,
but I promise you, sooner or later,
one of your officers will ask you for something
which will directly or indirectly
be in the interest of Tyler Reeks.
♪♪
-[ Sighs ]
♪♪
-You keep your fucking poem.
-W-what have I done?
-[ Sighs ]
Well, you lied, didn't you?
-No.
I-I don't know what about.
About what you did to Tanya.
-I shagged her. I admitted that.
-No. No, no, no, no. You raped her.
-N-no.
Why did you shag her, anyway, hmm?
'Cause that's how she paid you for the drugs, right?
-I never said I weren't a drug dealer.
She had no money, and she offered, so...
There were no problem until her boyfriend found out about it,
and then she said I forced her.
-You did fucking force her.
She's an 18-year-old addict, and you abused her.
-I didn't lie about anything. I just...
I didn't think it was wrong.
That's all.
-No, and you still don't, do you?
That's why your brief told you to plead guilty,
because you are,
and he knows it's all gonna come out in court.
-I'm no nonce.
-Yeah, well you tell that to this lot once you're convicted.
I mean, they might believe you.
Do you know what? You disgust me.
-M-Miss Stokes?
-Fuck you.
[ Door slams ]
♪♪
-[ Sighs ]
-You trust them, don't you? -Who?
-The others in the team.
I mean, you don't think any of them could be corrupted?
-Why do you ask?
-Leigh?
Sorry, boss. I need your help with Hemmings.
♪♪
-I am standing right here, you fucking dickhead!
Touch me again.
Get them away from me!
Get me off this desk!
-[ Sighs ]
-Is it true?
You've been charging people for help on the PID?
-A vape for a form to arrange a family visit, I heard.
Biscuits to make sure apps don't go missing.
-I know what you're doing, Wade.
-Don't use my first name.
It's your own fault for trusting me.
-You want me to give up on you, don't you?
To prove you right.
-What now, Boyle?
[ Scoffs ]
-Hang on, Miss.
[ Moans ]
-Off the desk. Cell, please.
Boss, I need a favour.
For a con. -Not Reeks, is it?
-Was thinking we could do with another tea orderly,
help Larry out.
I didn't think it was possible, but he's got even slower.
-Yeah, who do you have in mind?
-Uh, Morgan? -No.
-Why not?
He won't be here long. He's on remand.
-Oh, then put him on the, whatever, you know,
the "Paedo Desk."
-Hemmings is staying on the PID.
-What? But I heard he's --
-He stays.
-Excuse me, sir. -Sir?
-Will you open up the yard, Mr. Campbell?
♪♪
-Mr. Campbell?
♪♪
-Jax? Jax, get medical.
-Fuck.
-Gary? -Fuck!
-Gary...can you hear me?
[ Alarm blaring ]
I want you to go to Healthcare.
-Nah, I've had worse. We all have.
Part of the job, innit?
-Is it?
The men are saying that you were the specific target.
-Yeah, well, I'm the only one that disciplines 'em, aren't I?
-They think you're the pad thief, Gary.
-The pad thief? Why would...
-The only reason I can think of for an officer to do that
would be to set prisoners against each other,
which would be deeply disturbing behaviour.
-Are you accusing me? -No.
I'm worried about you.
And what's going on? Is it about Toby?
-Yeah...yeah...
I mean...yeah, come to mention it,
I was a bit pissed off that they killed one of us,
and we just carried on as normal,
but, you know, in the end, who cares?
Only you could turn a con trying to shank me into being my fault.
-It's not just that.
If you can't be civil to the men, what about civilian staff?
Don't they deserve to be spoken to with respect?
-Is this about the Care Bear?
-She said you made offensive comments towards her.
-Come on! They're only happy when they're offended!
-[ Scoffs ]
-All I said was that their woke fucking courses don't work,
and they don't. I mean, look at the figures!
-What figures? -Exactly. There are none.
-She said you blew up at her when she suggested
you join her Anger Management Group.
-Yep. She was using me to build her part with the cons,
so I called her out.
-And...you also called her the "C" word.
-And that's what offended her, a word?
Yeah, well, I tell you what.
You using my first name in this environment,
that offends me. It's unprofessional.
-Gary -No!
I won't talk to the head-doctor.
I'd rather walk.
[ Door opens ]
-Sorry. -Is it urgent?
-Yeah, I really need to talk to you about a prisoner.
-I'm off, anyway.
-Healthcare, please? See you tomorrow.
-You alright?
-Which prisoner?
-Boyle. Turns out the wanker has got previous
for getting female staff to "catch" him.
Also claims he can't read, right?
So, he gets officers to read saucy letters
from his "girlfriend," which, by the way, he wrote.
But no one does anything because, you know,
"boys will be boys" and all that.
I'm sorry. We need to take a stand on this stuff, alright,
'cause I'm... [ Electricity crackling ]
♪♪
[ Inmates yelling ]
♪♪
[ Alarm blaring ]
-Code blue! Cell 40!
-That's Kenway, isn't it?
-Yeah. -Shit!
[ Blaring continues ]
-Uh, Healthcare? Healthcare?
Healthcare required, "C" wing.
We've got a prisoner who's electrocuted himself.
♪♪
-Hey.
Just doing the incident report.
Kenway electrocuted himself, innit?
-Ha! Do we know why?
-He's down in Healthcare now.
What's up?
-Look, son...
You're gonna have to wash the uniform.
You're starting to smell a bit.
-I'm... I've been doing...
doing a few extra shifts, you know?
Yeah, 'cause staff shortages and that.
Is that why you lot made me deal with Stinky Pete?
-Well, there's no easy way of saying it, not to a pal.
Are you okay, kid?
-Yeah...I'm fine.
[ Sighs ]
I'll sort it... It's...
It's fine. It's fine.
Uh...Don?
-Mm-hmm?
-Play us a song on the guitar.
-Oh...
I take it everybody knows about it, then?
I thought we were all doing something,
you know, "bringing our skills," whatever.
-Don, please play something.
-[ Sighs ]
-I read it every day, as well, Toby's poem.
You alright?
-Just hoping to get to the end of the day without incident.
You?
-Well, I need to ask you something.
-That's what mentors are for.
-[ Clears throat ] It's nothing much,
but, uh, it turns out that Reeks
is Costa's second cousin or something.
And I were thinking, it might be good for them, and us,
if we let them share a cell.
♪♪
-You're asking for a favour for Tyler Reeks?
-Um, what do you think?
I've kind of already said yeah.
♪♪
Great. Thanks.
♪♪
-You're a fucking idiot.
What was you thinking?
-I told you.
I can't face a long sentence as a nonce.
-Yeah, thought so.
-What?
-Well, you're still making it all about you.
You know, I really loved that poem you gave me.
Look, it don't matter if you plead guilty or not guilty.
What matters is you face up to what you've done.
That's what you're really scared of, isn't it?
-I am sorry.
[ Footsteps approaching ]
[ Knock on door ]
-Alright?
-[ Coughs ]
[ Door closes ]
-Well, you did say he'd spend the night on Healthcare.
-Yeah. -[ Chuckles ]
-Um, listen, Jax? Um, you said at Toby's tree thing
that it's just sex or nothing, and let's be honest.
"Nothing's" pretty shit.
I felt like everything was better when I was seeing you.
-[ Sighs ]
-I mean, what we had was good, right?
-Yeah.
Trouble is, it's never just about sex, is it?
It's always about power. -Yeah, look.
No, no, I was out of order. I was, um...
I should have looked into the specifics
of what Kenway did before I made up my mind.
I didn't realise he had an arrangement with the girl.
-"An arrangement"? Okay, alright, Gary.
Fuck's sake, I just...
-Wait. Look.
You know, you know, I always see red
when it comes to nonces. -Mm-hmm.
Look, you...you'd understand if you had kids.
-I do have kids. -Of your own.
Fuck...Jax...
-You just don't get this at all, do you?
-No, I fucking don't!
All this hashtag "metoo" stuff?
-It's not "stuff." It's women's lives.
And I don't care if you get it or not.
Alright? You have to make a fucking effort!
But you don't, or you won't...
and to me that makes you less of a man
and the opposite of sexy. So, I'm sorry, mate.
I could not fuck you again even if I wanted to.
-Officer Stokes?
Your annual fitness test.
-Ah, yeah, you got me.
What do you need, bloods and all that malarkey?
Alright, then, let's do it.
I'm used to putting up with pricks today.
[ "House of the Rising Sun" plays ]
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-Wow, man! [ Chuckles ]
Thank you.
♪♪
-Yes?
-Well?
Did an officer ask you to do something for Tyler Reeks?
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-No.
-Why are you lying?
Which one was it?
-You were right. That's all that matters.
-[ Sighs ]
What did they want?
Answer me.
-You do not give me orders, not here.
This is still my wing. I'm still the one with keys.
-I know it's all a bit of a shock,
but if Tyler Reeks is pulling the strings here,
you are gonna have bigger problems
than a corrupt officer.
-What do you mean? -I mean, he's here for a reason,
which means it's not just my life in danger.
Now, we can help each other... okay?
-No.
-Look, just listen to me. Listen to --
-You know, this was meant to be your chance
to show him you're ready to step up in it.
-That strap should never have been sent in.
-You fucked up, Lulu! End of!
Now the Feds have got the strap,
and someone's got to pay.
You know how much he values reputation.
He can't have people thinking we don't settle debts.
-I know why you're here.
-Huh. Do you now?
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-Yeah, I'm okay.
Yeah, listen.
We were right. There is a bent screw.
Yeah.
And I think I can get more, but I am gonna need your help.
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-[ Sniffles ]
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-You think I'm here to kill your screw, innit?
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Nah, Lulu.
I'm here to make sure you do, bro.
[ Laughs ]
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