The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner Page #2

- A cockney berk by the sound of it!

- You Liverpool ponce.

All right, when we get inside,

I'll write it out on your face with this!

- Okay!

- Now, look, wrap it up,

or I'll knock the pair of you to bits!

You find something funny?

- No, no.

- Well, is there anything on your mind?

I was just wondering whether

you were the Governor's assistant?

You'll find it pays

to play the Governor's game here.

All of us is graded,

and you don't get out

till you make top grade.

I'm not taking any risks,

or losing any privileges

'cause one of you bleeders kicks up a stink

and gives the house a bad name.

And always remember,

they've got the whip hand.

Do you know what I'd do

if I had the whip hand?

I'd get all the coppers, governors,

posh whores, army officers,

and members of Parliament,

and stick them up against this wall

and let them have it,

because that's what they'd like to do

to blokes like us.

- Well, you'll learn.

- We'll see.

Burn, china?

- Snide.

- Use your loaf.

- He's the daddy. Stacey.

- What's "the daddy"?

Well, he sort of runs things around here.

- What? Again?

- Yep.

I pass. I pass.

Right, boys, by your beds.

Come on, line up.

- Come on, it's lights out. Come on.

- Come on.

Go on, line up there!

Come on, look sharp. Come on, Stacey.

- Cold, lad?

- I'm fine, sir.

For the benefit of the receptions,

no PT shorts under your pajamas.

- Take his name, Mr. Fenton.

- Right.

Right, come on, hit the sack.

Come on, socks off. Vests off. In our beds.

Quickly now, lads.

- Carry on.

- Goodnight, lads. Who's for morning tea?

Bring me a poet's stick.

Come in.

- Colin Smith, 993, sir.

- Good. Come in, Smith.

Sit down.

- Cigarette?

- No, thanks.

Well, you're a new boy here,

aren't you, Smith?

- Yeah.

- Yeah. Well, so am I.

Two new boys together,

in a manner of speaking.

Well, perhaps we can help one another.

How, sir?

Well, you can help me by telling me

all about yourself.

Now, for instance,

how'd you come to be here?

- What's that tape recorder on for, sir?

- Don't let it worry you.

- No, I won't.

- Anything you say is strictly confidential.

It won't go beyond these four walls.

Okay?

So, how'd you come to be here?

- Well, I got sent, didn't I?

- Yes, I know you got sent, but why?

I got caught. Didn't run fast enough.

Well, now, when you broke into this,

what was it?

- Bakery.

- Bakery, yeah.

What were you thinking about at the time?

I wasn't thinking about anything,

I was too busy breaking in.

Yes, but...

Well, just describe the action to me

in your own words.

Put me in the picture.

Got over the wall of this baker's yard,

broke into his office.

I think you can do

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