Wasteman (2025)

[bunniefuu]

- f*ck around and find out.

- f*ck around and find out.

Show 'em what you mean, bro.

Get the f*ck in there. Get in there.

Sit the f*ck down, Taylor. Sit down.

Keep your f*cking hands down.

Keep your f*cking hands down.

f*cking, you messing about again, Taylor?

I'll cut someone's f*cking throat

for less than that, mate.

Which one of you took it?

- What?

- Which one of you f*cking took it?

Who took the pills?

- Talk!

- Who took the f*cking pills?

- I wouldn't steal from you, would I?

- I buy from you. I buy from you.

Why would I take? I buy from you.

- One of yous is a f*cking rat.

- He's a f*cking rat.

He's been offering them out. Ask Cil.

Ask f*cking Cil?

Why didn't you f*cking say that, then?

- Get Cil in here.

- Cil!

- Get Cil.

- This is serious.

Cil!

One of yous is getting proper

f*cked up, you know that?

Proper f*cked up.

If that's you, mate, I'm going

to stick you in the f*cking ground, lad.

I got him, I got him!

- Come on, don't film me.

- Who took the Sub?

- Who took the f*cking Sub, Cil?

- Cil, don't f*ck about, come on.

I'll f*ck him up! I'll f*ck you up!

Get out the way! Get out the way!

sh*t.

You, mate,

you're a f*cking psycho, aren't you?

The f*ck are you doing?

f*cking TV, mate.

Hey, listen, just because

you're the oldest in here...

Them little hairs get everywhere.

Just make sure it's tight

at the back there, mate.

Got court in the morning.

- Are you sure about that trim?

- Yeah.

f*ck 'em.

Oh, come on. What do you want?

Sort us out with a gram?

Aren't you friends

with that dickhead?

Eh?

- The one with a TV for his head.

- Not me.

Okay. Canteen, yeah?

- Yeah.

- Good.

f*ck off, then.

You got mine, then, or what?

What'd you f*cking say? Or what?

- Oh, would you listen to this c**t?

- Rude that, ain't it?

Sort us a couple more.

You didn't cut all of his hair, did you?

Is "bollock" one "L" or two?

- Two.

- One.

- This looks f*cking smart, this, lad.

- You look like a bollock, with one "L".

...in a wonderful bid this morning.

How are you feeling about it?

You know what?

I actually feel quite worried.

I was feeling confident,

but now I'm like, "Oh, no."

I'm starting to get a bit nervous...

Open up.

Morning.

You're requested.

- I ain't done anything.

- Chop, chop.

Any additional

substance abuse issues since 2015?

No.

Any attempts to self-harm?

Of course not. What's going on?

If you complete

this reintegration programme

at grade two or above,

you'll be eligible for early parole.

- I'm getting out?

- On licence.

Everything's in here.

You have to fill it out as you go.

All decisions are final and unappealable.

What you need to do is

start visualising your life outside.

But why?

Sentences like yours

are being reviewed nationwide

to take some pressure off the service.

Of course, this is all dependent

on continued good behaviour.

Do you feel ready to be released?

On a scale of one to 10?

I don't know... maybe a seven.

Or eight. Put... put eight.

It's really easy.

All you have to do is fill out

the worksheet and stay out of trouble.

Yo.

Yo!

The number you are trying to reach

is no longer in operation.

Oh, the good life

Full of fun, seems to be the ideal

Oh, the good life

Lets you hide

all the sadness you feel...

Shut up!

Shut the f*ck up.

You like that, yeah?

f*cking entertainment's arrived, bruv.

Opening up on one.

Don't try to fake romance...

You got a new cellmate.

- Get my sh*t in here.

- It's not here yet.

- Yeah, when's it gonna be here?

- We're three staff down.

You'll get it when it arrives.

Two days in segment,

no shower, no nothing.

And you lot can't even

get my sh*t on time.

You might run riot

in Aylesbury, but here...

I'm not running riot...

- You'll get it, man.

- Your pals over there take the piss.

I want the rest, yeah?

Suck your mum.

Where's the showers?

Down to the left.

- Wagwan, you man buying tuna?

- Yes, yes.

- What you want for it?

- Oh, just canteen, innit?

You sure you don't want no spice?

I got other sh*t coming as well.

Nah, man.

Boys down the hall got me covered.

All right, f*cking hell,

suit yourself. Get out.

Junkies gonna be lined up

for my sh*t in no time, watch.

This game's f*cking rigged.

Mmm.

- You want some?

- No, I'm good.

You buying deodorant?

I f*cking know you!

I f*cking know you,

you're Beech Green, innit.

- I'm not with them.

- Don't f*cking lie to me!

- Don't f*cking lie to me, you c**t!

- I swear down, bruv!

You f*cking come around

back here again, yeah,

I will f*cking cut your eyes open.

Tell your boy Richie as well, yeah?

Get the f*ck out my f*cking yard.

The f*ck is he thinking,

coming around here?

Any more of them around here?

- Who?

- Beech Green.

You're from there, though, aren't you?

Who said that?

f*cking screw who looks like a crackhead.

They're knocking it down, you know.

- Swear down?

- Yeah, most of them are gone.

Got no papers. Skin it up?

- No, just... just give 'em back.

- What, you don't smoke?

Yes, this one's a f*cking banger!

That's f*cking sad. Here.

- No thanks.

- Come on.

Can't watch you do that no more.

- Cheers.

- All right.

Need those teeth clean

for when you suck me off later.

- Eediat.

- What did you say?

Nothing.

Do you understand? Do ya?

With no release date

Cat-e-gory A, it's a real long stay

Fed got us rotting on a wing

Devil Wears Prada, I got it on my skin

Oh, there he is.

Who is it? It's the f*cking Spice Boys.

You know them little young youths,

innit? They think that...

They want to be the guy, innit, but...

No, Freddie,

it was 10 quid, like 15 years ago.

I don't know what I can do,

mate, how can I help you?

I need Becca's number.

I'm her... I'm her kid's dad.

- 4-3-7-5...

- f*ck.

Hello?

- Becs.

- How'd you get this number?

I told you I don't want to talk to you.

How you been?

What do you want?

I heard they're knocking down the Towers.

What do you want, Taylor?

- I really don't have time for this.

- I just... I just need a second.

Listen, I might be getting out soon.

And I want to come see Adam.

He doesn't know you.

Last time he came to see you,

you were totally off your head.

What are you saying?

I'm saying you can't even

look after yourself.

What are you going to do

for a 14-year-old boy?

- Stay out of our lives.

- I want to see him.

- I've heard it all before, Taylor.

- Becs!

No, Taylor. Don't call again.

Paying canteen, yeah?

So my cellmate's a smackhead, is he?

It's not smack.

Subutex, innit?

- Yeah.

- Yeah. Same sh*t, bruv.

Synthetic heroin.

They make that sh*t for smackheads.

Can OD much easier off that than all.

I know what I want,

I'm gonna f*cking blow your mind.

Woooooo!

Furthermore, free up the madmen

in the jailhouse, fresh home.

You know the thing, G. Listen!

He's off his head, isn't he?

That's my f*cking boy.

You ask him anything, it's f*cking done.

In fact, I might get him to go over

there and sort your missus out.

She ain't been my woman for years, man.

Never liked what I was about.

Honestly, man,

you should just f*cking cut her out.

Go all the way around her,

straight to Adam.

Will you get me a phone?

This, yeah?

I will let you borrow this, yeah?

You can borrow it.

My personal thing.

But if you lose it,

you break it, you f*cking pay.

I've battered people for less.

- All right.

- All right?

- All right.

- All right.

What are you doing? You sending d*ck pics?

sh*t, I think I found him.

Is that him?

It must be.

You should sh**t him a message.

Go on.

Give me a minute, will ya?

p*ssy.

What the f*ck is this?

Open the f*cking door!

Wrong cell.

You got the wrong cell.

Go away. Go away!

f*ck... You're gonna get me

into f*cking trouble, man.

f*ck!

Yes. Come on, get in.

Come on, man.

Mmm! Mate, f*cking smell that.

They call this Skittlez

because it tastes like the sweet.

- We're stinking out the cell.

- Yo, man, you need to relax.

You f*cking messing with my zen.

Keep it up and we'll have a problem.

Yo, these... these will fit anywhere.

Come on, man.

I can't have all that sh*t in here.

f*cking hell, man.

These lazy c**ts don't know

how to search a cell. Are you mad?

They ain't got no f*cking clue, yeah?

Here, take a f*cking chill pill.

I'm gonna boss this place, man.

I'm gonna boss it like I bossed Aylesbury.

I had POs walking my sh*t in, yeah?

Yeah, well, I ain't seen anything, yeah?

Good.

This f*cking guy. Nitty.

Yes, bruv, we are open for business.

Oh, my gosh

Welcome to science, bruv.

Oh, my gosh

You want to get your phone

in the next prison, yeah?

This is how you do it.

Hold it down, hold it down

Oh, my gosh...

Nice, bless.

I'll give you a call later, man.

Here you go.

- Oh, f*ck.

- Ah.

Is there a f*cking party

going on down there or what?

Hand over your eyes, man.

All right, wakey-wakey.

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, man.

- Oh, man!

- Get the f*ck out.

You f*cked it again, man. f*ck!

Bruv, they'll find out.

Huff, huff, huff, huff, huff, huff!

You don't need to p*ssy out, you're good.

Have you sold anything this week?

Amid struggles with overcrowding,

ministers are discussing

whether to implement a controversial...

f*ck.

Yeah, what's up?

Nah, man, who's this?

Huh?

Oh, f*ck.

It's your boy.

Oh.

- Yo.

- Oh, OK, OK. OK.

Erm...

Er...

Hello?

- Adam?

- Yeah. Is that you?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's... it's me. It's Dad.

How... how's it going?

It's so good to hear your voice.

- You there?

- I wasn't sure if it was someone

at school trying to wind me up.

No.

No, so what are you saying anyway?

You... you going out tonight?

- Nah, it's a school night.

- Oi. Ask him about gymnastics.

You... you're not doing gymnastics, or...

Nah.

Oh, yeah.

Long time since I was at school. Erm...

So listen,

I... I was thinking that maybe...

- Anyway, I gotta go.

- Oh, yeah. OK, all right. Yep.

f*ck.

I was lucky, to be honest.

- So, what they actually do you for, then?

- Just holding the thing.

I, er... I told 'em

I didn't even know it was a g*n.

Just paid the courier.

Still got me for five years.

So, who'd you do?

What?

Manslaughter, innit?

You do some old lady for your smack money?

- Oh, f*ck off.

- Oi.

Sorry, but... it weren't like that.

Look, before I came in here,

yeah, I did a...

Did a few pills, spun a few zoots,

maybe a couple of lines,

but I weren't like this.

What was it, then?

It's dumb sh*t, bro.

Anyway, erm... I had this pill connect.

So cheap, but it did the job.

I'd sell 'em at these raves, and, erm...

One day I got these other pills,

strong as f*ck.

Everyone's on them,

gurning their faces off, erm, but...

These two boys...

start sweating so much.

Never seen anything like it.

Soaked right through, and...

That was it.

They just f*cking died.

Right there in the f*cking car park.

- I've been in 13 years.

- Thirteen years?

Thirteen years? f*cking hell, man.

Are you IPP or summat?

No, Adam...

Adam was just a baby then,

so I guess I was trying to...

get money to provide for him,

but I f*cked it.

The boy...

The boy who died was... was in school,

which is why Becca and everyone

thinks I'm a piece of sh*t.

But you know what?

Why wouldn't they?

I don't know.

I just want to see my boy again.

You should send him a present.

I don't even know

where they f*cking live.

Come on, man.

Just give me their names.

- For real?

- For real.

I got you.

OK, so what about you?

You got anyone on the outside, or...

Used to be.

Not no more.

Yeah?

OK, what happened?

Yeah?

Let me get this stuff.

Pause it.

Been a bit quiet, aren't you? Oh, yeah.

Who else is serving up?

Well, that gobby c**t

who you just moved in with?

- Who's his people?

- Why would I know?

I barely speak to him. It's his business.

Well, you bang up with him all day,

you don't even talk? Boring one, you.

It's just how it is.

Still, this is it.

Safe.

Oh, yeah, man,

I know, that f*cking screw's face

almost fell off when you hit him.

No, he went red

like a beetroot, innit?

Yeah, man.

I know, fam, you're f*cking mad.

We just gotta get you on this wing, innit.

Smash your cell up.

Oh, sh*t, mate, look at this. Oi, T.

f*cking come and look at this, mate.

This is too easy, mate.

Look at these f*cking low-lifes, man.

These f*cking guys.

Oi! Move your f*cking legs!

Faster, yeah? Get it done!

You see that sh*t, mate?

That's how you f*cking do it.

Dee, Dee, listen...

Yeah, yeah, man.

I'll speak to you later. Bye.

Swear to God, it didn't stink

like that before you went in there.

f*cking hell.

Is this your first time

doing this or what?

Dee. Dee.

What you rifling about for, big boy?

You f*cking hungry?

You not eaten today? f*cking get a slap.

Who's getting a slap?

I haven't got time for your nonsense.

Er... Boss, come take a look.

Oi.

What's this?

I don't f*cking know.

Taylor?

What are you asking him for?

I said we don't know.

Could be f*cking anyone's, man.

See you lot prescribing that sh*t anyway.

Otherwise it wouldn't even be in here.

- Well, I'm gonna have to write this up.

- Oh, yeah?

What are you gonna write, big man?

That you found a bit of plastic?

And who you gonna write up, me or him?

Have you got time to write this up?

I've got three wings.

Yes, yes. Three points. Basketball star.

- Stop f*cking about...

- "Stop f*cking about"?

Man, f*ck you.

Careful.

I don't need to be careful.

You be f*cking careful.

Cell search!

I'm sorry, bro.

Why the f*ck are you leaving

empties around the cell?

Are you dumb?

- I don't know. I was gonna get rid of...

- Stop f*cking yapping, man.

You almost f*cked up my whole thing.

You wanna play nitty, yeah?

You get it from me, not that man up there.

Not getting done for their sh*t.

- I'm sorry.

- Don't f*cking say sorry.

I don't give a f*ck about hearing "sorry".

Just don't do it again, yeah?

Oi, T-man. Got some news about your boy.

Listen, you're Adam, yeah?

Got something from your dad. Hold it.

What you think of them? You like them?

- Thanks, man.

- It's all good, man.

- What do I owe you?

- Nothing.

All right, let's go rattle some dickheads.

Oi!

You letting us out or what?

It's f*cking five past.

Open on one.

Get the f*ck back inside!

Get someone. Get the f*ck off me!

f*cking stay there.

Oh, f*ck!

f*ck!

Ah, f*ck.

Where's our f*cking stash, lad? Eh?

Where's the stash?

Ahh!

f*cking c**t.

- Come here!

- Ahhh!

Last f*cking chance, bruv.

Where's that stash?

You p*ssy.

Where's the f*cking...

Hey, where the f*ck is it?

Where is it?

f*ck you.

f*cking soldier, in' he?

Where is it?

- Eh?

- I don't know.

- You don't know?

- No, man. I don't know.

Are you f*cking with me?

- No.

- While this c**t's in here all day

selling all sorts,

- and you don't know nothing about it?

- No, man.

Yes, you f*cking do,

you junkie little f*ck!

- f*cking cut him.

- f*ck!

Don't f*cking lie to me,

you slippery little smackhead.

The next time,

it's just gonna come off you,

cos you're not f*cking listening, are you?

Where the f*ck is it?

- Where the f*ck is it?

- The panel.

Panel.

Ugh, I can't get my fingers in.

- You what?

- I can't get my f*cking fingers in.

f*cking move, you fanny.

I thought you didn't know.

Eh?

Why'd you f*cking lie to us?

Thanks, Dee. Thanks, mate.

Oh, f*ck. He's not gonna stay here now.

Look at that, eh?

Some f*cking noodles as well, ya c**t.

Whoo! Eat it up.

I thought we were good?

- Yeah, we are.

- Yeah, we are?

- Yeah, man.

- Yeah?

All right, then.

Well, let's f*ck him up. Come on.

Get the f*ck over there.

Let's f*ck him up. Come on, then.

Give him a f*cking pop.

- Give him a f*cking pop, mate.

- Go on.

- Give him a f*cking whack.

- He's already done.

- Come on, mate.

- f*cking hit him!

- Go on!

- Come on.

f*ck was that?

Put your f*cking back into it, mate.

You know...

you are this close to getting out of here.

And if you're not careful,

you're going to mess it all up.

All right, hold that here.

I'll be back in five.

Hey.

I can't see you.

I got to be careful with this phone.

OK.

You like the trainers?

Eh, yeah, they're great.

I just called to say thanks.

Yeah, no, I wanted to...

I wanted to do something for you.

Nothing major.

Did he send you the video?

Yeah. I... I wanted to see your face.

When do you get out?

Friday, next week.

We can meet out somewhere if you want.

Yeah, OK.

Look, look, listen up.

I'm sorry, but I gotta go in a sec.

Oh. OK.

I'm... I'm gonna...

I'm gonna get a job.

I'm gonna cut hair, look after you a bit.

You can give me

a free haircut and all.

Yeah, of course.

All right, I'll see you later, yeah?

D'you see that video, boss? You're mad.

Done a number on him.

Where is he?

He's up in hospital, you f*cking loons.

I'm out.

Ah, f*ck's sake, T.

Lucky little maggot.

They took the fryer. Took everything.

Yeah, I got eyes.

Eh, give me something to smoke.

I'm out.

Can ask around.

I've got your phone.

Good to see you.

- Really?

- Yeah, bro.

Make yourself comfy, bro.

Thank you very much.

I might have to grab

one of these, you know.

Help yourself, we got plenty.

- Want me to open up the window, bro?

- No, man, f*ck them.

f*ck 'em all.

Hmm.

I'm telling you, yeah,

as soon as I'm right,

I'm gonna work on that man up there.

Trust me.

I hear you.

You gotta be smart, you know, bro?

Oh, f*ck that. f*ck that.

First chance I get,

I'm gonna end them.

All of them.

Oi.

Oh, sh*t. My bad. My bad.

What the f*ck?

Stay there, yeah? Take the beating!

- What the f*ck?

- f*ck off, man, don't look at me.

Just take it, yeah? Hold it.

Take the f*cking beating!

f*ck.

You just f*cking stood there.

Did nothing.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know what to do.

Dee?

Can I clean myself up?

f*ck.

You're gonna make it up to me.

So how do you feel

about joining the outside world?

And your support network? Do you have one?

You've not written down where

you'll be staying on your first night.

I'm sorting it.

Everything's fine. I'm ready.

There's a new rehab place

with spaces in Hastings.

Why would I want to be locked up longer?

This sort of thing doesn't come up often.

Just take the leaflets.

And you keep it in there.

Get up, shove it down there, walk.

Get a f*cking move on!

Listen, only one got through.

- One?

- You taking the piss, bruv?

Come on. How's that my fault?

What do you mean, how's it your fault?

You had to get it, bro.

Come on, man.

Unplug that now. No jokes.

I don't want to get involved in all this.

You are involved.

You got my drugs up your arse.

Your drugs? Big man, are you mad?

Listen here, f*ck off back to your cell.

- Get the f*ck...

- No one's going nowhere.

Hold on.

Take them out your arse now

or you'll get jibbed.

Give us the f*cking sh*t.

Oi, you there!

f*ck off, bro! f*ck that!

Anybody else want some, you f*cking c**ts?

Oh, the good life

To be free and explore the unknown...

Chat now. Chat now.

I'll lick off ya head next time.

Put it down!

- Get back!

- Get back!

Get down!

You f*cking c**ts!

- Get back!

- Come on here, you c**ts!

- Stay down!

- Get down! Put them down!

- Get back!

- Stay down!

Put that down!

Until we have the staff

to ensure the safety

of prisoners and staff,

D Wing will be on lockdown.

Recreation will be reduced to one hour

a day, from 5:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m.

All courses are suspended.

Open up!

This has

f*ck all to do with us.

Only on D Wing five days.

Out here moving man again.

Listen, the album tour continues, yeah?

We got all the man them on the wings,

you get me?

This is for anyone

who wants to make a bit of dough.

I'm sick of that c**t Dee.

We're putting 10 bags on his head.

You chop him up,

proper f*cking do him right.

And you got 10 bags and done.

Get that f*cking rat.

Get the f*cking cheese.

We're putting 10 bags on his head.

You chop him up,

proper f*cking do him right.

And you got 10 bags and done.

- Get that f*cking rat.

- Open on one.

Get the f*cking cheese.

Yo, Taylor!

Come here, lad.

Come here.

Need a little haircut.

You going to sort me out?

When?

Thursday. Can do Paul and all.

Good lad.

You all right?

I'm gonna need a big f*cking knife.

f*ck all these toothbrushes.

Cut right through them.

You're gonna get it

from the kitchen tomorrow.

Yeah?

Let's keep the pace with me

a little bit more, boys. All right?

All right, chef!

Need to get this out

before service.

Otherwise, you boys aren't eating.

- Come on, mate.

- f*cking hit him!

Come on.

All right, lads.

Lovely.

Come on, chop, chop.

That's me. That's me.

I'm... I'm out now. I'm done.

That was too much.

You hurt my feelings

with all that, you know?

What?

I saw the way

you was looking at me before.

Like I'm some f*cking prick

you can just take a piss on.

I didn't do all that.

They made me get involved.

Yeah.

That's why you're gonna do this.

- Do what?

- When you cut their hair.

No.

No, no. No way.

- Why would I?

- I just told you why.

You're mad.

I'm not built like that.

I meant to be getting out, man.

I'll be f*cked.

Just think of your boy, man.

Just saying. I know what he looks like.

I know where he lives.

Be kind of easy for him

to have a little accident.

Come on, man. I thought we were good.

- You think I'd let your sh*t go?

- Why?

What... But why do you

even need to do this?

Cos what else have I got?

You want to play daddy, yeah?

- Mmm.

- You do this.

Come on, man. Please.

You tell anyone, you try anything,

you try to get taken off the wing,

I'll have someone to his yard

in 10 f*cking minutes, I'll cut him up.

I'm serious.

You hear me?

Boys, I'm moving about.

If you need anything,

just shout me. Right, lads?

And I can bring it to you.

f*cking hell, are you all right, T?

I think I'm coming down with something.

- Hello?

- Hello, mate.

You doing all right?

I'm okay. Everything all right with you?

You need something?

No, no.

Just checking to see if you're good.

- Just out fishing.

- No way. Where?

- Not down Dale resy?

- Yeah, that's it.

No way, I used to fish there all the time.

- Really?

- Yeah!

- What line are you using?

- Just one from the market.

Only a couple more days before you're out.

How you feeling? Are you excited?

A hundred percent.

Can't think of anything else.

- Are you still there?

- Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Sorry.

- What bait are you using?

- Nothing special.

How's the head?

It's still pretty bad.

It's not as bad as the TV.

Can you get me a fix?

I can pay.

I'm out.

Real money. Real money if you need it.

Don't bottle it, T.

You got too much to lose now.

Yeah.

Association's

only half an hour today,

but should be plenty of time

to get it done.

f*cking state of you.

I'm good.

Oi.

Both of them, yeah? Eyes, throat, liver.

Stick in and twist.

I guess if the first one

goes down straightaway, then...

- It's easier.

- Exactly, mate.

f*cking c**ts, mate.

Think they can f*ck with us.

f*cking prick.

Well, there it is.

f*ck them.

- Stop all that.

- It's not clean.

The tea's going to taste all f*cked.

I don't give a f*ck

about the tea, man!

You've got to get it

together, yeah? Breathe.

- Get your f*cking head in it.

- Yeah, yeah.

Where are you going now?

You plan on doing this

with your bare hands?

Where's Paul?

He'll be back in a bit.

Look, come in.

Come and do a bit of, erm...

Just the little ones on me neck.

Pissing me off.

Hey, I heard you was getting out.

Who said that?

You f*cking lucky b*stard.

What are you gonna do first, then?

Shag some birds?

Sniff a load of gear?

- I'm gonna see my boy.

- f*ck off. You've got a kid!

Have you?

f*cking poor b*stard.

How old is he?

Fourteen.

I just had one before I come in,

you know.

Little lad.

- Mate.

- No, man, not now.

- No, come on. Mate.

- I said not now. Move on.

- Yeah, later.

- All right, all right.

f*cking hell, you look like sh*t.

He's got a kid, you know that?

Clean up first.

What's wrong with you?

Don't know.

You better not f*ck up me hair.

Just... Just need some air.

Watch it, dickhead.

f*cking hell. Hurry up.

They're gonna lock us in...

The f*ck is wrong with you?

Yeah?

What was the name of your boy again?

The lad?

Little Gary. Little Gary Junior.

- Oh, yeah, that's good.

- Yeah.

- That's nice.

- Yeah, it's original, innit?

Go on, then, f*ck off.

Go and sweat your arse off somewhere else.

And toss those on your way out.

Hey, what the f*ck is wrong with you?

He's coming off.

He's cold turkey.

Ah...

Cleaning up before you go?

Yeah, something like that.

Hey.

Good luck with it, lad.

Look after yourself.

Taylor, get in your cell!

Too slow. Come on.

It's your last day, isn't it?

Yeah.

Get through the first week, go from there.

All right, enough. Get in your cell.

Oh, come on, Kadir!

What'd you put in that food?

Everything I had.

You're a f*cking dead man!

Your boy's dead.

I die...

They'll have you...

Overdose.

Yo! Get someone here, he's f*cking OD'd!

Taylor. With me.

We're at the gate, Trev.

Copy.

Waiting for the light to go off.