Synopsis: An uncompromising story of life in a British juvenile offender institution in the 70's.
Genre: Crime, Drama
Director(s): Alan Clarke
Production: Berwick Street Films
Rotten Tomatoes:
98 min

Out! Out! Out!

Come on, move!


Come on. On the double!

Double, double, double.

Come on. Move it!

Move it.

You black bastard.

Come on, coon. Move it.

Over there.

You! In.

Get up straight, boy.


- Name and number.

- 4737, Carlin, sir.

So this is the daddy, the hard case.

Carlin, is it?

- Is it?

- Yes, sir.

You don't look much to me, Carlin.

You're the little toerag

who thumped the officer at Rowley.

Fancy yourself, do you, Carlin?

- Thumping officers, eh?

- I retaliated.

Speak when I tell you, lad.

So they sent you down here

to be sorted out.

You have heard of us, Carlin, eh?

- Heard of us, have you?

- Yes, sir.

- And what did you hear?

- Nothing, sir.

Well, I'll tell you here and now, lad,

nothing was not the correct information.

Because we're having your stinking

hooligan guts for garters.

- Right?

- Yes, sir.

Pick it up.

I said pick it up.

Name and number.

4737, Carlin, sir.

- Get him out of here.

- Out, Carlin. Move it.

Go on, over there.

You. In.

Stand up straight, boy.

- Name and number?

- Bastards!

Bastards! Bastards!

Pick those feet up!



In line, Davis.


Right, up those stairs.


Right. I'm Mr. Sands.

This is Mr. Greaves.

I'm the senior officer,

and I run A Wing.

I run it.

- Right, Carlin?

- Yes, sir.

I come down heavy, very heavy,

on anyone who doesn't grasp that fact.


- Right?

- Yes, sir.

Now, Angel, you're in a single room.

Some of the lads here can be

what you might call prejudiced,

and you're well advised

to keep yourself to yourself.

It's your first borstal, isn't it, lad?

Yes, sir, apart from the Scrubs.

Well, forget the Scrubs,

the holiday's over.


Davis, you were fool enough

to run away from an open borstal,

and you'll very soon be

wishing you were back there.

You're in a single room. Now move!

Move it!

Carlin, you're in a dormitory.

Now move!

That's it. In there, on the left.

That's yours, Carlin.

You know the ropes,

and you know why you're here.

I'll jump on you from a great height

if you so much as breathe.

- Got that?

- Yes, sir.

There's a lad, a big lad

called Pongo in that bed.

He heard you were coming.

Now grab that bumper

and get to work on this floor.

I want to shave in it.


We don't leave our bed space

in that condition in here.

Make up your bed pack

and put your gear away.

On the double!

Next time you're on report.

Pick those feet up.

And keep quiet.


Look to your front, Banks.

- Carlin's been allocated to your wing.

- Oh, you hear that?

Shut it, Richards!

Three of them together. So you'll have

a bit more company, won't you?

Yes, sir.

- And one of them's a jungle bunny.

- Yes, sir.

I said, quiet, Richards! Another sound

from you, and you're on report.

Yes, sir.

You off your f***ing nut?


Jesus Christ.

I'm a vegetarian, Carlin,

and I've read the rule book.

I refuse to wear leather on my feet.

I get extra potatoes

as substitute for meat,

and I am allowed fish

when on the menu.

Yeah? Bet they give you stick

for that, mate.

Yeah, they do. But it causes them

a lot of bother, don't it?

- How long you been here?

- A month. Transferred from Dover.

- A nuisance?

- No. Told 'em I was Christ.

Some cunning bastard had the typical

flash of genius, and they bang me in here.

A, the governor's a religious maniac.

B, they'll knock the sh*t out of me.

- How long you done altogether then?

- Sixteen months.

Jesus Christ!

You must love it!

They're not having me, the bastards.

I don't eat sh*t for anyone,

and I don't give a monkey's

if I do the full two years.

I'll walk out of here on crutches,

but they won't have me.

Davis, up!

Davis, you're nothing.

I'm the daddy here and I run this wing.

You pay your dues like the rest.

Payday you deliver a quarter

of your snout to the striper here.

- Every week. On the dot.

- I don't smoke.

Well, you f***ing well do now, slag!

There's no dolly mixtures

in here, poofter!

I'm the daddy and

don't you ever forget it. Right?

- I said right?

- Right.

Pongo Banks, the daddy.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, Carlin.

Your reputation was here

well ahead of you,

and you're gonna have a little weeny

bit of bother with that young man.

Now when I came here from Dover,

that lot thought I was some kind

of nut... violent, psycho, you know.

So I give them this wild stare

about the eyeballs,

and they don't give me no bother.

Yes. I think that'll do it for today.

You don't do yourself no favors,

do you, mate?

Carlin, I just want to get through

my time in my own little way,

causing as much f***ing trouble

to the screws as possible.

In my own little way.


Oi, you watch yourself with those pigs.

- Woods!

- What?

Get over here and keep my seat warm.

Stand up, coon.

Name and number.

Up to attention when I come in here!

I said up!

He said up, didn't he?

What's this then? Up on your feet, lad.

What do you think this is? Stand up!

Name and number.

- Angel, sir.

- Number!

- Can't remember, sir.

- Can't remember?

Your number, lad.

That's all you are, a number.

A number, four digits,

that's all you are. 4736.

- Name and number?

- 4736, Angel, sir.

- Who did this?

- What, sir?

- Don't give me lip, boy. Who did this?

- Nobody, sir.

- Fighting?

- No, sir.

- Fell?

- No, sir.

Damaging government property,

are we, you black bastard?

Rate this script:5.0 / 1 vote

Roy Minton

Roy Minton (born, in Nottingham, England) is an English playwright best known for Scum and his other work with Alan Clarke. He is notable for having written over 30 one-off scripts for London Weekend Television, Rediffusion, BBC, ATV, Granada, Thames Television and Yorkshire Television, including Sling Your Hook, Horace, Funny Farm, Scum, Goodnight Albert, and The Hunting of Albert Crane. He has translated and performed several of his plays overseas and at festivals in the UK, including a reading of his play for Scum at the Royal Shakespeare Company, London; and Gradual Decline at the Riverside Studios London. Minton also wrote the screenplay for Scrubbers, a film from which he disassociates himself totally. During his absence overseas, he felt the original screenplay had been "savaged" and describes the final production as "...arguably the worst film ever made." more…

All Roy Minton scripts | Roy Minton Scripts

0 fans

Submitted on August 05, 2018

Discuss this script with the community:



    Translate and read this script in other languages:

    Select another language:

    • - Select -
    • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
    • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
    • Español (Spanish)
    • Esperanto (Esperanto)
    • 日本語 (Japanese)
    • Português (Portuguese)
    • Deutsch (German)
    • العربية (Arabic)
    • Français (French)
    • Русский (Russian)
    • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
    • 한국어 (Korean)
    • עברית (Hebrew)
    • Gaeilge (Irish)
    • Українська (Ukrainian)
    • اردو (Urdu)
    • Magyar (Hungarian)
    • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
    • Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Italiano (Italian)
    • தமிழ் (Tamil)
    • Türkçe (Turkish)
    • తెలుగు (Telugu)
    • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
    • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
    • Čeština (Czech)
    • Polski (Polish)
    • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Românește (Romanian)
    • Nederlands (Dutch)
    • Ελληνικά (Greek)
    • Latinum (Latin)
    • Svenska (Swedish)
    • Dansk (Danish)
    • Suomi (Finnish)
    • فارسی (Persian)
    • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
    • հայերեն (Armenian)
    • Norsk (Norwegian)
    • English (English)


    Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:


    "Scum" STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 17 Apr. 2024. <>.

    We need you!

    Help us build the largest writers community and scripts collection on the web!


    The Studio:

    ScreenWriting Tool

    Write your screenplay and focus on the story with many helpful features.