Starred Up Page #3

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Hello, Selfy.

You done something

to your hair? It's nice.

What you done,

you had a haircut?

Just a bit of gel, mate, yeah.

Oh, it's nice.

It's nice.

(EXHALING)

Next.

- All right?

- Yeah. Done it.

Good.

F***ing monkey.

(GROANING)

Your youngster, what I've heard.

No offense to family

but the kid's

causing unnecessary

to the good order

and discipline of this jail.

And lock downs,

as you well know, cost me money.

Slap?

Stop being a psychopath

for a second, please.

No. You exercise

the gray matter, Neville.

You mentor him.

You stick him on a path

and you dedicate yourself

for a period of time.

Save me a lot of aggravation.

Least of all,

having to murder the c*nt

if sanity do not prevail.

Get Selfy take you down there.

Oi, Jim!

F***ing hell.

Yeah, see you later.

(LOCKS CLICKING)

I'm gonna tell

you something, all right?

This here is not no

young offenders turn out, all right?

They will f***ing dangle you,

the kangas.

They'll make it

look like suicide.

Right?

Now, me, I can never leave.

Top someone in jail,

they do not like it.

But you, just do what

they want you to do.

Play their f***ing game

and then bounce.

I ain't going to no f***ing...

Yes, you f***ing are, c*nt!

Don't you ever f***ing

answer back to me again.

You will do what

you're f***ing told.

You'll do what

the man was offering

and you will f***ing behave.

Yeah.

Tomorrow you'll be

back up on the wing.

Selfy will take care of it.

Come to see you, you know?

Start of your sentence,

the one you're doing now.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Five years old I was

sat on your knee,

listen to you and mum

slag each other off.

Eat your food.

(INDISTINCT TALK OVER RADIO)

(LOCKS CLICKING)

SELF:
Come on, Love. Let me get you out

of this shithole and back to your wing, eh.

Go on.

Oh.

Go up the stairs.

(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Flame.

Double bubble.

JAGO:
All of you better stop

whatever the f*** you're doing!

Who's been in my f***ing cell?

Oi, answer me!

Who's been in my f***ing cell?

I will f*** you up.

Who's been in my f***ing cell? Oi!

Who was in my f***ing cell?

Answer me, now!

Who the f*** was in my cell?

(LAUGHING)

Ah.

Start free flow.

(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Thanks, guv.

All right, it's time for class.

- Dunk him.

- Yeah.

Hard.

It don't come back to me.

No. No.

All right, tip-top.

Spoke to him, he knows

he's to mind himself.

Don't mug me off.

Listen to what the teacher

has to say, all right?

All right.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Welcome.

What's going on?

Was here when

you done your thing, man.

Burstow.

Love.

DES:
Yeah, we know that.

Eh, this guy... (LAUGHS)

He clamped down

on that f***ing kanga.

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