Son of a Gun

Open your mouth. Wider.

Turn your head to the side,

let's see behind your ear.

And then your other ear.

Anything in your pockets?

Empty it all out

and hand it over to me.

Right. I want all your gear off,

place it in this plastic bag.

OK, look at me.

Pop your hands right up,

let's see under your armpits.

Turn your hands the other way,

wiggle your fingers.

Foot down, other foot up.

Wiggle your toes.

I want you to drop down,

give us a big squat, and cough.

You ever been in prison before

or been locked up?

You have enemies

or anyone who might have a

problem with you in this place?

Good. Keep your nose clean.

Six months with time off,

you'll be out in three.

You want anyone

on your phone account?

- No.

- Family?

No.

Time for a fresh start, then.

Turn to the side.

Front.

Look at the camera.

A and D, get what you need,

grilles shut in two minutes.

Open grilles B and D.

Come on, move.

Rock'n'roll!

Alright. This is you.

Come on, in you go.

White in-house.

Hey, boy.

Nowhere to fuckin' go,

mate, hey?

Come on, mate. Let's go.

Hey? Let's go.

Can't be that obvious.

What the f*ck do you want?

Bad move.

What?

He's got you checkmate.

It's alright. What?

He's got you checkmate

in three moves.

F*ck off.

No, he hasn't.

Show me.

Well, your king opens up...

Whoa, whoa. What you doing?

I didn't tell you to sit down.

I said show me the move.

OK.

Checkmate.

You fucker.

So what's all the staring about?

You taken a little shine to me?

I read about you.

You're the guy who...

Shut it!

I'm no-one.

You get it?

In here, we're all no-one.

- Right?

- Alright.

And that includes them.

Beat it. Go on.

What are you doing?

Whoa. Steady. Just trying

to be neighbourly. OK?

F*ck the neighbours.

That's not gonna help.

You got any better suggestions?

Didn't think so.

SINISTER INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC

Go on, hit me. You can hit me.

Fuckin' hit me!

White, get up.

You obviously

didn't hear me the first time.

Keep your nose

out of other people's stuff.

F*ck.

F*ck.

F*ck.

State your medical emergency.

Could you send

a guard in, please? Ben's dying.

He's bleeding everywhere.

Please hurry.

Send a guard in now.

F*ck. F*ck.

Move away from him.

Hang on, mate.

Hang in there, buddy.

Call for a B Kit, mate.

Keep pressure on it, Denis.

See our little friend

didn't make it.

See ya round.

TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC

Whoa-ho-ho.

There you are.

Got a problem, have we?

F*ck off.

F*ck off!

Are your ears painted on?

You heard the man.

- F*ck off, chunk!

- F*ck you!

Take your fucking poodles

with you, you chunky cunt.

Merv, get in your cell.

Come here, sit down.

Sit down.

In game three of the most famous

chess tournament in history

between Bobby Fischer

and Boris Spassky,

Bobby played an opening move

he'd never played before.

Eh?

It means 'son of sorrow'.

If you commit to this,

there's no going back.

If you play this opening,

you're saying

'I'm not interested in a draw.

A draw cannae help me.

This is all or nothing.

This is a fight to the death. '

Now, if you want

to take action...

...then make it count.

No half measures.

'Cause unless you're

planning on fighting plaque,

this is not gonna stop Dave

and his cronies.

Now, son,

I can sort this for you.

But then I'm gonna

need your help on the outside.

To do what?

What do you think?

I'm looking at 20 years

without parole in this shithole.

25, once I sort

your wee problem.

And what if I say no?

Well... Dave has

some very ugly friends.

Both inside

and outside of prison.

You might find you need

something more

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