Starred Up

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1

(METAL CREAKING)

(CAR ALARM RINGING)

(VAN RATTLING)

(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)

(BUZZER SOUNDS)

Uncuff him.

Back through there.

No, no, no, leave that.

Back through.

Come on. Come on.

Arms up.

Fine.

In there, get your kit off.

Come out when you're ready.

Arms up.

WOMAN:
Kit's clear.

Feet

Down.

MAN:
Get up, son.

Get dressed.

WOMAN:
Oi.

Single cell, high risk.

(BUZZER RINGING)

Step through.

(BUZZER RINGING)

Upstairs.

Prisoner home!

Wait.

Through you come.

And wait.

(LOCKS CLICKING)

All right. Move it.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

MAN:
One on, now, 111.

MAN 2:
Through you go.

Wait.

Keep it moving, fella.

Keep it moving.

Over here.

Face the wall.

In you get.

(PANTING)

Ah!

(OFFICER SHOUTING)

MAN:
Feeding.

(LOCKS CLICKING)

Feeding, fella.

Bruv.

Flame, double bubble, yeah?

Sorry, brother.

Ain't got one spare.

GUARD:
Move along.

Move along.

Come on, move.

Quick as you can.

Come on, move it.

MAN:
Come on.

MAN 2:
Come on, guys,

stop wasting time.

Jog, mate.

102,Jago.

Any time.

- Yeah?

- Cell, fella.

- F***ing 111, you f***ing c*nt.

- Move it.

MAN:
Cheers, Jago.

Safe yeah, Jago.

What's wrong with this kanga, bruv?

He's over-watching us.

I know, I can feel

his eyes in the back of my head.

Stupid f***ing

junkie slut she was.

Stepped up, done right by her.

Fair play, offing that geezer.

Still, don't make you

nothing in here.

You conduct yourself usual

like an ordinary con.

No more performing, no dramas.

Right? Get on yard

with the rest of them.

The yard.

Bruv, bust me a light

please, you got a lighter?

Back on.

In you go.

(DOORS CLOSING)

(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Brother.

That flame, yeah?

Sh*t.

Oh, f***'s sake.

Don't f***ing die on me.

F***.

You must wait till I'm ready.

Miss, no, no...

Nasty bang to the head, miss.

He needs you.

Right, I'm gonna go now,

everything's sweet.

- Everything's cushy.

- Son?

Guv, it was an accident.

I swear.

- Stay there.

- Look, he walked...

I mean it, son,

don't f***ing move.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

MAN:
Bang up!

Get in your cells now!

MAN:
In your f***ing cells.

Come on! Move!

It's another kick off.

- Excuse me. Excuse me.

- Ready, Mr. Haynes.

Sorry, Mr. Haynes.

- Baby oil.

- Get the sand.

Entry team. D wing.

- Here you go, lads.

- Cheers, mate.

Come on then. Yes.

Yes.

Weapons down,

stand against the back wall.

School him.

- Yes!

- Go on!

(SHOUTING)

- Pin him against the wall!

- Come on then, piggy.

- Yeah, come on, you f***ing pig!

- Hold his legs.

Hold his f***ing legs!

Hey, calm down!

- Hold him steady!

- Too f***ing greasy, the c*nt!

Get hold of him!

You f***ing...

You f***ing come

any closer, mate,

I'll f***ing skewer

this pig like a f***ing hog roast.

Now, f*** off.

Drop that f***ing thing

and f*** off now.

Sharpish!

That's f***ing right.

You don't want to do that, son.

- Shut up, Clive.

- Who's talking to you, c*nt?

I tell you what I do want,

guv, you listening?

A helicopter,

two packs of burn and some

chocolate digestives, please.

(LAUGHING)

It was a f***ing accident, guv.

I swear to you.

- All right.

- You believe me, don't you?

Yeah.

F*** off.

In you go, lads.

F*** you!

You f***ing c*nts.

Take it easy, son.

Oh, for f***'s sake.

I f***ing knew it.

- Scum you lot are, f***ing scum.

- Easy, son.

OFFICER:
F*** off,

you little c*nt.

Take it easy.

Come on. Come on,

you little f***ing...

- This ain't f***ing gentle, boys, is it?

- Shut it!

Come on, you little f***ing...

Move!

MAN:
Steady, steady, steady.

Yeah, come on, you little c*nt!

You're telling me, you catch a girl

sleeping with your friend, yeah?

Who you going to

be more vexed with?

- Your friend or your girl?

- But I expect that more from a chick.

I expect that.

You know what I mean? But the boy...

Nah, I ain't touching her.

Come on.

MAN:
Easy, easy.

Right, wait.

F***'s sake, why ain't

you lot banged up in your cells, eh?

- OFFICER:
Easy, easy.

- OFFICER 2:
Keep his head down.

(GRUNTS)

OFFICER:
F***.

(SCREAMING)

Easy, boys, easy. We don't want

anyone to get hurt now, do we?

- OFFICER:
Baton.

- No f***ing way!

Ah!

Why don't we all

go back to our cells?

(SCREAMING)

Hurry UP-

Ow!

You f***ing looking at?

He made a mistake, Des.

Des.

A mistake.

(SCREAMING)

Out.

If I go, he's f***ed.

(PANTING)

My responsibility to you

as a non-operational member of staff,

Mr. Baumer,

is to get you away

from this incident.

And if you don't comply

this second you can surrender your keys.

No!

I'm going to

ask you to please let go of Officer...

Johnson.

Johnson.

No!

He hurts me, Don.

He's f***ing gotta...

Oi!

We can do this.

It's okay.

Yeah?

(SCREAMING)

Stay back. Stay back.

I've seen all of you,

I'm a witness.

It's fine.

You all right?

Okay, come on.

(BUZZER RINGING)

Give your name

and number in here.

Love. C-9-4-8-7-W-B.

This way. Foxtrot, Sierra,

Quebec, fourteen. Come in, over?

- Cuffs, please.

- MAN:
(ON RADIO) Quebec fourteen, sir.

Request Governor Cardew

to segregation. Over.

MAN:
(ON RADIO)

Received, Quebec fourteen.

OLIVER:
Fourteen out.

MAN:
(ON RADIO) Foxtrot Sierra

standing by.

Thank you.

(LAUGHING)

Everything's under

control, Christine.

There's been an incident

involving Mr. Love

which has placed

him at extremely high degree of risk,

which is why I brought it to

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