Starred Up Page #4

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Yo, where you located?

D1.

D2 above you, ain't we?

Should've gnawed 'em off.

Nah, blood.

Kid's regulating the play.

They ain't been

trained for that sh*t.

Hey, kangas dish

you out any damage?

Nah.

Just so you know,

it's no smoking in the group.

We'll have a break,

you can smoke by the window.

But we're all ready

to start now.

So if you just put it out,

we can begin.

As you been told

by the gentleman.

- You making a monkey out of me?

- Can you leave, please?

- Beg your pardon?

- You can't just walk in like that.

You'll get your

snout back after.

Problem is you got

to come down on him full throttle,

else it won't register. Right?

Now listen what

the gentleman has to say.

All right, off you go then.

You stay here.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Who was that?

HASSAN:
Neville Love.

Love. As in...

DES:
Yeah.

Jesus Christ!

RYAN:
He's only trying

to help, ain't he?

(SIGHS)

HASSAN:
Nah, it's mad, blood.

Come in here, try tell a man what

to do in front of everyone.

Listen to me you,

you f***ing cunty bollocks.

Forde!

Listen, you keep f***ing

looking at me like I'm some sort of c*nt,

OLIVER:
Mr. Love had

his initial assessment.

- He's done extremely well.

- I'll f***ing pen you.

I would be grateful

if you could escort him back to the wing.

He f***ing threatened me.

Can I have my pen back,

please, Mr. Love?

- Thank you.

- Where are you, fella?

D1.

All right, come on, let's go.

Thanks very much.

(SIGHS)

You two are on his wing, right?

Would you do me a favor

and just keep a little eye on him?

I mean, he's only a kid.

Where were we?

(CLEARS THROAT)

OFFICER:
D-Wing

association, unlock!

(LOCKS CLICKING)

Oh, sorry, love.

Ten.

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, 10.

- What you stopping for?

- Yo.

Huh?

(GROANS)

What do you reckon?

Do your thing, man.

F***ing sh*t!

(GRUNTS)

C*nt. F***er!

F*** off.

(SHOUTING)

HASSAN:
You pussyhole.

- Yo, yo, come here, come here, come here.

- No, no.

- F***ing a**hole.

- Listen, listen.

You can f*** people up, yeah.

F***ing defend yourself.

But it don't make no sense

catching another f***ing

case now, does it?

Now relax.

F***.

(PANTING)

What?

Think you got some do-do

in your hair, bruv.

Ah.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hey, how come you helped?

- Said to look out for you, on the wing.

- Who?

OI.

OI?

He's half a kanga.

What, you boys back him do you?

HASSAN:
Yeah,

Ol's different, man. He works alone.

Don't never press the alarm.

Puts his body on the line.

And he don't get paid.

How many kangas

you know like that?

Yo, blood.

Make sure you come

back to it, yeah.

It's beneficial.

You should have seen me before.

Yeah, I'll, er, think about it.

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