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It's good to see ya.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, and you, and you.

So, best spread ourselves out a bit, eh?

So let me introduce you

to my man on the wing.

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

STEADMAN:
Listen I got a lad

whose just come off my old manor.

Who, this one here?

STEADMAN:
Yeah, this lad here.

Can I bring him up?

TRUMAN:
Yeah bring him up, man.

VVhat's happening, man, you good?

STEADMAN:
This is C,

this is my mate Baz.

Yeah, nice one. This is Jacko.

DEL:
Hello, mate.

How are you doing? All right?

TRUMAN:
Yeah, look at this c*nt now.

F***ing hell, he's new.

TRUMAN:
Yeah, f***ing ex-squaddie look.

STEADMAN:
Yeah, gotta be.

Brand new, isn't he?

Needs to have the shine taken off him.

He is f***ing shuck, bruv, shuck!

STEADMAN:
Yeah, I can hear his ass

squeaking from here.

DEANO:
Jamie.

I'll get them in.

(ALARM BuzzlNG)

DEANO:
Jamie, come on, liven them up!

JAMIE:
Come on, lads.

I don't want to be out here all day.

DEANO:
Come on, in your cells.

Oi, bang up!

INNIATE:
Bang up.

SMITHY:
Listen, mate, I got more

two minutes, I got to make a phone call.

Listen, I'll be with you in a second.

-No, mate, don't, don't!

-I will be with you in a second.

No, f***.

Right, what's up?

Oh, guv, it takes the piss, guv

I've been in the f***ing cell

for 20 f***ing hours, right?

I go outside, had a bit

of f***ing exercise,

now I'm f***ing back behind the door.

All's I need is a phone call.

Whats the matter with ya?

EDDIE:
Bang up!

I am, guv. Why do you think

I'm standing here for?

JAMIE:
Are you all right?

F***'s sake, yes, sir.

I gotta make a call,

my family don't even know I'm banged up.

-What's your name?

-Panos, guv

I'm going to have

a problem with you, Panos?

Bang up!

I'm not going f***ing anywhere.

Look, just calm down, I promise you.

We'll sort it, as soon as

I have association,

you'll be my first port of call.

-Please, guv

-No please, just get in your cell!

Please, Sir.

Do as you're told,

you little f***ing scroat!

What the f*** are you doing?

F***'s sake, man.

(sn/llTl-lY GRuNTING)

SMITHY:
Come on, come on.

JAMIE:
You f***!

(GRuNTING)

(GRoANING)

Oh, f***. Hit the alarm!

(ALARM RINGING)

SAM:
Out of the f***ing way.

DEANO:
Move your f***ing sloppy bollocks

away from me.

OFFICER:
Calm down, calm down.

SAM:
What do want me to do?

DEANO:
Right, bring his Knees up.

Let's get him up.

JAMIE:
F***ing hell.

MAN:
Heard you were in the forces?

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Right, I'm popping off.

Yeah, popping out for a fag

and that'll be me too.

Cheers for today.

DEANO:
How do you think

he got the job on the wing?

Why do you think I insisted?

And you can shut up. That is so wrong.

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