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No, sir.

Then what the hell are we doing,

you black Brixton slag?

- Nothing, sir.

- Fighting. You're booked for fighting.

- Governor's report. Right?

- I wasn't.

Right?

Hands by your sides! Attention!

Name and number.

4736, Angel, sir.

Louder.

4736, Angel, sir.

Straight out of the banana trees, eh?

Well, you take it from me, nig-nog.

You go stealing white man's motorcars,

and you get white man's stick. Right?

- Yes, sir.

- Now get this cell scrubbed.

On the double!

I am older than

most of the trainees here.

- Yes?

- The books available in the library,

they're either trash westerns

or hack adventure stories.

Now, I can't read that muck.

See, I don't know whether I'm supposed

to be Roy Rogers or Nanook of the North.

My needs are different.

The library caters for all trainees

here, not single individuals.

Besides censoring our mail,

you also veto what books

are allowed to be sent in to us?

I do.

Then why haven't I been allowed the two

Dostoyevsky novels you received for me?

They're safely locked away.

You'll have them when you're released.

I shan't need them then.

Matron.

Have you read them?

They are classics.

Archer, read them or not,

Crime and Punishment

and The Idiot

are hardly suitable reading matter

for a young boy in this establishment.

Boy?

Trainee.

Your feet are disgusting, Archer.

You are impudent and foolish.

I know of vegetarians

who don't eat meat,

but that doesn't stop them

from wearing shoes.

Can't be very sincere people then,

can they, Matron?

Is that all?

Yeah. Well, I think it's all

going to be resolved soon anyway.

The feet, I mean.

And the diet.

Yeah, I'm thinking of becoming a Sikh.

The governor might have

something to say about that.

Matron, do you know

what I used to do with my girlfriend?

Are you being insolent, Archer?

Hold hands.

We used to hold hands.

Is that all you wish to discuss, Archer?

I have work to do.

Yes, I think so. Yes.

I keep getting

through the days somehow.

You know, Matron,

when I was last in the block,

seven days solitary down there, madam,

after much insistence, they gave me,

besides the belting, my right to a book.

- It was the Bible.

- Good, you'll come to no harm with that.

It was printed in Yugoslavian

and there didn't happen

to be an interpreter in the cell.

Well, that only goes to show, Archer,

that Christianity is universal.

Make the report, Matron.

Right, Carlin.

I run this f***ing gaff,

and you're dead

if you come any of it in here.

Leave off, will you?

I don't give a f*** who the daddy is.

I don't want no trouble.

So just piss off,

and let me get on

with my time, all right?

We'll give you time, you bastard!

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