02x03 - Episode 3

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You look like sh*t, Lulu.

Didn't get much sleep.

Are you seriously having to think
about whether it's you or her?

Mad guy.

But k*lling a screw,
it's a whole life sentence, man.

I can get any one of 30 creatures
in here to do it, just like that,

for one week's worth of gear.

But that wouldn't settle your debt,
now, would it?

When's your next key worker meeting?

This afternoon.

So, you'll be on your own with her,
yeah?

Looks like today's the day,
then, innit?

Morning.

Open your locker, please.

What? Open your locker.

Yeah, I was about to.

Take everything out,
put it on the table.

Leigh, what is this?

What do you think it is, Miss Gill?

I don't know.

I'm doing you the favour
of not asking Security to do this,

so get on with it, please.

What exactly are you expecting
to find?

You've been smuggling contraband
onto the wing, haven't you?

Including the g*n that k*lled Toby.

Haven't you?

It happened once, Leigh.

It's "Miss Henry", and I don't
want to hear your excuses.

You're not going to give me
a chance to explain?

I'll give you the chance
to take responsibility

and go and tell
the governor yourself.

Please...
Either you do it, or I will.

But I'll go to prison.

You brought it on yourself.

Leigh... "Miss Henry"!

Ready for work?

Before we go...

..is everything all right with you,
Streaky?

Cos...we heard that you might be
in a bit of debt.

Of course he's in a bit of debt.
Half the wing is.

He's got no family.

The pittance he gets for work
has to go on prison canteen

because we don't get fed enough.

Prices keep going up
but wages don't.

How's he supposed to afford
the basics without borrowing?

You're not helping, Mr Moss.

Neither are you.

Let's go.

All right, come on.
Last call, gents.

Education with me,
gym with Mr Campbell,

workshop with Mr Shah.

Let's go, please.

You all right? You look a bit peaky.

Yeah, well,
you have that effect on me.

Pub tonight? About that...

No! What?
You are not doing what you always do

and cancel last minute.

Excuse me,
what happened to "New Day Leigh"?

She didn't last very long, did she?

Did you leave Patrick Morgan
in his cell like I asked?

Yeah, and Hemmings. Hemmings? Why?

Well, I thought you'd want
to talk to him straight away.

Haven't you heard?

Like a rock and roll star, innit?

Sit down.

Do you know why I asked to see you?

We got the results back
from your last mandatory drugs test.

Well, then it's wrong.
I haven't used in weeks.

No, you were clear
for ill*gal drugs...

..but there was
an abnormality in your sample.

Healthcare want you to go
to hospital for some tests.

Try not to worry.

It's nothing to do with me.

You keep saying that, but...
It wasn't my piss.

Who uses their own?

So, whose was it?

Someone might have a serious illness.

Maybe kinder not to know, then,
innit?

What happened to you, Wade? What?

I keep trying to help you. You keep
throwing it back in my face.
Don't chat sh*t.

Whatever people like you do is
as much for you as it is for me.

Something must have happened that
means you can't trust or be trusted.
Shut up.

So what was it? I said shut up!

I'm going to have to take you
out of your single,

so start looking for a padmate.

But you're staying on the wing
and on the PID.

I'm not giving up on you. You will.

Whose piss was it?

Which officer is it?

You can't keep me
locked in here forever.

Actually, I sort of can,
but I'm not going to.

How do you get hold of your handler?

Why?

Because it's time to go.

I'd need to organise a visit.

Which officer?

Well, you'll find out soon enough.

Have you spoken to them?

Mm.

And?

I told them to go
to the governor and confess.

Well, you need to stop them. Why?

Who is it?

Look, like you said,
I will find out.

Miss Gill.

Do you know who her contact is?

Louis Costa.

Right.

Well, that means that he's
way more trusted than we thought.

You've got what you came for.
No, hey, look...

I'm here for more than
just the name of a bent screw.

Rose Gill is linked to Costa.
She's our way to get more.

This stops now.

OK, I'm going to tell you
exactly what happens next.

Rose Gill is going to be arrested,
along with Costa,

and she's going to go to prison.

He'll just say, "No comment,"

and those at the top will carry on
getting away with m*rder.

Look, I'm here for intel,
not evidence...

..so if she does exactly
as she's told,
then I can keep her name out of it.

None of this is my concern.
I just want you out of here.

I don't think you understand
what I'm saying.

We can keep her out of prison.
I don't care.

Really?

You of all people should know
what it's going to be like

for her in prison as an ex-screw.

She brought this all on herself.

Did she?

You don't know anything
about this g*ng.

They're going to have people
on the inside, too,

and they are not going
to want her to talk,

so you're going
to be sentencing her to death.

This is her only chance.

What's up?

You heard Hemmings
bullied someone into...?

Yeah, yeah.

I heard he's literally
taking the piss now.

I'm giving you information, innit?
You'll need to go and see...

Aye.

Yeah, well, it was Larry.

They found something in his sample,

so they're taking him
to outside hospital for tests.

There's an escort at the gates,

but I think he's a bit scared,
bless him.

He was wondering
if you could take him.

Me?

You're pals, ain't you?

Well, we both like a crossword,
but...

..I'm not "pals" with any of 'em.
No, I know that.

Listen, I would, Jax,
but I've been on my feet all morning

and my knee is k*lling me.

Wish him all the best, though,
will you?

Yeah.

You sure those are going to fit?
Uh, yeah.

Caught Dingle trying to smoke 'em.
They're soaked in spice.

So, Ali reckons you're a cross
between Eric Clapton

and that bald fella
from Dire Straits on that thing.

Ali wasn't supposed
to tell anybody anything.

You heard about Streaky?

He's been attacked in the workshop.

You're joking. Is he all right?

No, someone's burnt his hand.

Of course, no-one's seen anything.

Yeah. So he is in debt, then.
Where's Miss Gill?

Did you hear about Streaky?
Miss Gill, where is she?

Oh, what happened to "Rose"? Where?

She said you sent her down
to the governor

for something or other,
I don't know.

Can we talk?

What's going on?

Just on my way to see the governor.

I need to know why you did it.

I thought you weren't interested.

Well, now I am.

You're not stupid.

You must have known
what you were getting into.

So, why?

My little brother, Dean,
lost some drugs.

A lot of drugs.

He owed a sh*t-ton of money
to some really horrible people,

and...and I took on his debt.

That's the only reason
you became a prison officer?

Yeah.

So, why'd you stay?

Because the job wasn't
what I thought it was.

And neither were you.

How did you find out what I did?

Everybody back to work now, please.

Come on, out you come.

There's an undercover police officer
on the wing.

The rumour is true?

The g*n you smuggled was used
in other shootings,

including that girl that was k*lled
on her way home from college.

Which prisoner is it?
I'm not telling you that.

What, you don't trust me?

And the fewer people that know,

the better chance I've got
of keeping him alive.

Well, why are you telling me?

He says there's a way
to keep you out of prison.

He knows it was me?

He wants you to use
your connection to Louis Costa

to get information on the g*ng.

Rose...

..you've got to do whatever it takes
to stay out of prison.

What if prison is what I deserve?

You don't deserve to die.

Forget being an ex-screw.
The g*ng will have people inside.

Doing this could be
just as dangerous.

If the g*ng found out
what I'm doing...

..they'd k*ll me, wouldn't they?

And what about my family?

I'm sorry. I...

What if doing this is
how we make things right?

Uh...

Could all workers please get
their lazy arses

to the gates immediately?!

You are now late!

They're all saying
because of what happened to Streaky,

they're not going back
to the workshop -

not until they're paid properly,
or something.

Right. Follow me.

This you, is it? How is Streaky?

Being used to cause trouble.

No, people are just angry.
It's nothing to do with me.

Yeah, right.

Hello, Oscar 1 from Alpha 1, over.

Know what they're getting paid
to untangle headphones all day

for a big airline paying big money
to the Prison Service?

No. For a whole week's work,

they get what someone on the out
gets per hour on minimum wage.

Is that a true fact?
Yeah, it's a true fact.

Why should their time be worth
less than other people's, eh?

Do these companies even know
that the prisoners

don't get to see that money?

No wonder they're in debt, man.
Listen.

Yeah. Pay minimum wage,

or nobody from C Wing goes back
to the noddy shop.

Oh, f*ck sake!

Oscar 1 from Alpha 1, over!

So, who was making the shank?

Gonzo, at the workshop.

Now no-one's going back to work.

I ain't got a weapon.
The meeting's any minute now.

You ain't trying
to get out of this are you, Lulu?

No.

Cos that strap was your chance
to prove yourself,

and you won't get any more.

Trust me on that.

I know that.

Pass me them peaches, then.

What's going on?

Governor!

Were we expecting you?

No, I was hoping for a quiet word.

OK.

Well, shall we...?
Shall we talk in here?

Yeah, sure.

Remember I told you I wanted
to arrange a good news visit,

invite the Prisons Minister
herself,

show her how far we've come
since the sh**ting?

Well, I've made some progress,

and I want
what you're doing on C Wing

to be the centrepiece of it.

I want to present C Wing
as a case study

and your responsibility agenda

as something that could be
rolled out more widely.

The PID Desk,
utilising prisoners' skills,

the on-wing library...

And how's that mural coming along?

It's not quite finished.

Um, I tell you what,

why don't you pop back later
and surprise them?

Yeah. OK, I'll do that.

So, what do you think?

I think it's what
I've always wanted -

the chance to make a real difference.

That's what I hoped you'd say.

Do you really think
they'll roll it out?

Well, if we show it works, why not?

It's cheap, and what could be
better, after all that's happened,

than turning the spotlight on C Wing
for all the right reasons.

Thank you.

It's not a favour, Leigh.
You've earned this.

But you need to provide me
with the ammunition -

no incidents or crises,
keep a lid on persistent rumours.

Can you do that? Of course.

Good.

Oh, and one more thing.
What are you doing tonight?

I've made other plans.

Oh, who's the lucky chap?

None of your business.

Come, look.

Shh!

See it there, Lulu?

Easy as that.

Minimum wage? They having a laugh?

We should lock the whole place down.

I mean, why should we work
if they won't?

We're not allowed
to strike, remember?

No wonder f*cking Moss gets ghosted
to a new nick every other week.

I mean, he's nothing but trouble.

I agree with him.

Do you know how much they get paid?

I checked.

Prison wages haven't gone up
since 1997.

Well, ours haven't gone up
much either.

That doesn't make it right, Don.
Don't make it right?

Mate, they forfeited their rights.

Why do they get paid at all?

They get bed and board.

I mean, since when did breaking
the law become f*cking salaried?

Why does everything
on the canteen sheet cost more
than it does on the out?

Wh-Wh-Why are their phone calls
so much more expensive?

"Uh, wh-wh-wh...?"

Because they are criminals!

They're trying to survive, Gaz.

Do you know what it's like
to be working all the time

and still end up in debt
because you're hungry?

Eh?

At least Moss, he's...he's trying
to do something
for the greater good.

There's a greater good in what
we're trying to do here as well,
Mr Shah.

We won't get there if this goes on.

Amen. Nope.

Mr Moss.

Oh, hello.

Uh, will you open up the yard,
please?

It's raining. I know.

That's why I want to go out -
to feel the rain.

PSI 75/2011 states,
"All prisoners are entitled

"to a minimum of 30 minutes
per day in the open air."

"Subject to weather conditions."

"All cancellations to be recorded
by an authorised manager."

Have you done that?

You know the governor can't agree
to paying minimum wage,

so what is it you really want?

How does someone with
your skin colour wear that uniform?

Do you know how many times
I've heard that?

Hmm.

They're building more
and more of these places,

even though crime's falling.

Filling them with younger
and younger men of colour,

paying them nothing,

making profits
and calling it "rehabilitation".

It's actually called
the prison-industrial complex.

It's r*cist, ableist, and classist -
and you're helping run it.

I'm trying to make things better.

You can't make sl*very better!

There's no "good" version of this.

Nah, the only good prison
is an empty one.

I know all about abolitionism...

..but I live in the real world.
Listen.

They'll never let you do anything
that makes any difference,

not really.

The system will not tolerate it.

You're wrong.

You're fighting the wrong battle.

Maybe you are.

This is the closest
you've been to your family

in...in years, isn't it?

You never see your kids

because you're always
getting ghosted, right?

What if I guaranteed that you
didn't get transferred this time,

that you get to stay here?

Call off the strike?

Just can't help yourselves, can you?

Exploiting man is like breathing.

Yeah. I do want to stay here...

..but it's not about what I want.

This is about doing what's right.

Now, will you open the yard, please?

Everything all right?

You do know it's raining?

Oi-oi! Have you missed me?

Been a bit quiet, has it?

Well, you can kiss f*cking goodbye
to that.

Look out. Shop steward's back.

"Mr Prisoners' Rights", perfect.
Wait till he meets Moss.

Look, sorry, boss.
Can I have a quick word, please?

Sorry to hear about your lad.

Yeah. His name was Toby.

I wanted to stay,
do the job for him.

Do him justice.

"Justice"?

You ain't going to find
any of that in this place.

Anyway, how's my lad getting on?

Streaky's definitely
had better days.

What you been up to,
you clumsy twat?

Listen, I can't be front line,
not at the minute.

OK.

You're not even going to ask me why?

I'm pregnant.

Yeah.

Isn't that...?
What I've always wanted?

But I thought...

Pat. But I thought Pat couldn't...

Pat can't.

It was just a one-night thing.
Well, one-minute thing, actually.

Happy hour at the club.

Look, I haven't told anyone,
except you, so...

I mean, you shouldn't be operational
at all if you're...

I know.
Can we just hang fire on that?

Cos I still haven't decided
what I'm going to do yet, so...

Where are the cleaners?

They're not doing laundry.
They've downed tools, haven't they?

Leigh...
I'll put you on light duties.

Did you speak to her?

It's a big decision.
You'll have to be patient.

Well, that's not how I work.

What do you mean?

Oi! Give these to Moss, will you?

Are you moving back in?
Yeah, not a minute too f*cking soon.

So, can't you give it
to him yourself?

I don't want anything
to do with him.

I thought you two would be
as thick as thieves.

Bring me my books
and the Braille translator as well.

I'm going to be working,
not striking.

You really don't want a name
as a screw boy - not at the moment.

I can't help it if screws
talk to me.

Up to you.

But the last con Miss Henry
got pally with

is now looking
at a whole life sentence.

I'm not saying they're connected,
but plenty think they are.

Who are you talking about?

Stephen Childs.

The guy who shot the officer? Mm-hm.

He was friendly with Miss Henry?

Oh, aye.

OK.

Mr Moss, I've spoken to the governor,

and as well as keeping you here,

he says if everybody
on the wing returns to work,

he's prepared to carry out
a jail-wide pay review.

When?

In the near future.
Well, when's that?

I don't know exactly, but
I do know that you can trust him.

Also, given the canteen price rises,

he's negotiated 10% off
all confectionary, one week only.

What, you seriously want me
to go to people then, with that?

That's an insult.
We're not children, we're men.

I thought you'd be the first
to back a strike?

Oh, yeah. I believe in strikes.

In fact, I believe
what solidarity is left

should be used to form
a prisoners' union.

But I also believe in integrity,

and there is none of that
in what's going on here.

What do you mean? Think about it.

Ask yourself who benefited

from his attack.

Ready for your key worker meeting?

See you later, Miss Gill.

Nah. I'm not moving again.

Do you know why Streaky
only talks to a few people?

Because he's learnt it's safer,
and because people exploit him.

What's he said? Nothing.
He don't need to say anything.

You set up the attack on him,
didn't you?

So, there's an excuse for the strike.

He'll get compensation.

What, that makes it all right?

I thought you were trying to help
people. What, was that all a lie?

Debt isn't a lie.

And if people don't work,
it's going to make things worse.

It gets worse
cos we exploit each other

instead of fighting back
against the real enemy.

There's going to be more violence,
more self-harm,

more people who can't see
a way out of their debt!

Please...

..don't report this.

I'll be ghosted again.

You take the governor's deal
to the men.

They won't accept that.

You take it.

Or I'm reporting you.

Are you all right?
You've asked me that already.

I know, but that was for the form.

What's it actually like in prison?

As a prisoner, I mean.

Is this for the form as well?

What do you care?

You're protecting me, aren't you?

The question is,
why do you care about me?

Because I do like you.

I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

Oh, sorry.

Not disturbing anything, am I?

No.

Good.

You've gone red.

No, I haven't.

Yeah, you really have.

What are you sorry for?

For Toby. Um...

I-I never said anything, but I am.

I miss him.

He had a way of making everyone feel
dead important.

You didn't want to let him down.

He believed in people.

In me.

I wish he were here now
to tell me what to do.

About what?

It's lonely.

You asked me what it was like
in prison.

First, you hate the loneliness.

Then you sort of welcome it,
and then...

..you get scared
that you might not be fit

to be with normal people ever again.

I tell you what I do when I've got
a tough decision to make.

I think of someone that I admire,

and I ask myself,
"What would they do?"

Who do you admire?

I'd have to know you way better
before I told you that.

Maybe one day.

I hope so.

So...

..maybe you should ask yourself...

.."What would Toby do?"

You were right.

What you were saying first thing,
about taking responsibility.

I'll go to the governor
in the morning.

If it means prison, I'm ready.

But what if this is
how you take responsibility?

For Toby's death? Yes.

Toby would never want me
to lie and manipulate someone.

Well, he certainly wouldn't
want you to go to prison,

and he wouldn't want you to die.

I can't lie.

Not any more.

I've got to do this, Leigh.

And you've got to let me.

I know.

An empty promise and a discount
on Mars bars - that's all it took.

You must be well pleased.

You're not off the hook yet.

What got them back to work?

The deal, I suppose.

I'm as surprised as you are.

I told them you can be trusted
to keep your promises.

Well, that's why I'm here.

To see the mural, remember?

How do you mean "disturbed"?!

Swear down, every time I tried
to do it, a screw would come in.

I never would have got it done.

Look, if I get caught,
I'm going to do life, man.

The screws will make every minute
of it hell on Earth.

I will do it. I just have
to be clever to not get caught.

Just give me more time.

Well, I don't know much about art,
but this is wonderful, actually.

You've made it a better place
for everyone.

That's no mean feat here.

Well done.

That's another stop
on our VIP's itinerary.

Leigh, what about tonight?

You changed your mind yet?

I've got to work late, anyway.

We'll be finger painting
with 'em next,

singing protest songs
about prisoners' rights.

Do you want to know why
you're not paid minimum wage?

Do you want to know
why society's "exploiting" you?

Because that's how you pay
your f*cking debt, that's why.

Mr Morgan, a word about that app.

The answer is no.

Thought it might be. So, what now?

We have to respect her decision.

Do we? What about justice?

When did you stop respecting that,
Miss Henry?

We can't make her do it.

There is right and there is wrong.
There is nothing in between.

There's whole lives in between.

Oi!

Argh!

Not you.

Back in your cells now. Let's go.

Bang up, Mr Morgan.
What's the problem?

Miss Henry tells me that you've
decided not to get the intel I need

from Louis Costa.

What did you say?

Here's why you're going
to change your mind -

because if you don't,

I've got information
that will guarantee

at the very least

that Leigh Henry never works
in the prison system again.

Her life will be over.

What information?

As of tomorrow, you report to me.

You're going to help me find out
who k*lled Katy Trent.

What are you doing?

I'm your new padmate.

Sorry. No, this is, uh...

This is a single.

Not any more.

No. No, no. Hey, hey.

Never known Streaky go for anyone.
And you saw nothing?

No, he just came out of nowhere.

So, what'll happen to Moss now,
then?

Back on the ghost train, I suppose.
No.

I promised if he ended the strike,
he'd stay. Fights happen.

Do you think there'll be a quiz?

Sod the quiz.
There's a band on tonight.

Oh, he's not really wearing
his uniform, is he?

What? I'm proud of what I do.

How about it, Swiss?

Going to show us
what the old six-string can do?

Anybody else mentions
that f*cking guitar, I'm off.

I'm serious.

Lager top, please, mate!

Fancy seeing you here.

I'm not the one who hates pubs!

Team drinks.

I thought you were working late?

I was. A few last-minute transfers,
including your Mr Moss.

Moss?

Sorry, about the whole guitar thing,
Don. It's my fault.

You're worried about Larry,
aren't you?

I swore I'd never let myself
give a sh*t again.

Again?

There was a young guy, years ago.

A good kid.

Wanted to turn his life around,

so I helped him on the wing,
spent time with him.

Even got to know his folks a bit.

Well, he was released
and about a year later,

I saw him in a pub.

He was with his mates,

I was with my family,
and we never let on, you know.

That's fine. Way it should be.

But then later -

I don't know, maybe drink,
trying to be the big man -

came at me with a bottle.

"Screw! f*cking screw!"

I left covered in blood
and the kids crying,

and I made myself
a promise that night.

You can never let yourself get
too close to anyone in that place.

It only ends badly.

Are you OK?

Outside.

Well, now I've finally got you out,

I mean, you going to at least
let me buy you a drink?

Go on!

Yeah. Go on, then.

Don't tell me -
vodka and orange juice,

hold the orange juice.

Nah. Other way round tonight.

What, just straight-up OJ?

Yeah, I've just...
not been feeling the best, so...

Not on light duties, are you?

Whose is it?

f*cking hell.

Look, I've only just found out.
I'm still deciding what to do,
all right?

So, just leave it, yeah?

And get me some crisps.

Yeah.

How could you do that to Moss?

Don't make this personal.

You lied to him, and me.

Leigh, we agree on lots of things,

but I have to look
at the bigger picture.

I don't just answer to you.

And we can't have inmates
causing that level of disruption,

not with this visit in the wind.

What, the system won't tolerate it?

Yeah, exactly.

Sorry. You just need to trust me.

Then you need to not lie.

Not to me. Not ever.

I should be getting back.

You did what?!

Moss, he was meant to scald me,

but not too bad,
and I'd say I didn't see who it was,

and then I'd claim compensation.

Streaky...

..he thought I was being attacked.

Nobody needs money that bad.

I-I-I do, Don. I do.

Why?

I've been sleeping in my car,
and I owe so much that I can't...

All right.

All right.

You're coming home with me.

What are you doing?

Will you help me?

Where's all this from? Moss?

It was my idea.

What? You set up the attack
on yourself?

Why?

Compensation.

Well, you needn't bother now.
I've paid off all your debts.

But I borrowed more.

What?

For a new radio...

..for you, to say thank you.

You daft sod.

Another round, yeah?

Are you not going to tell them?

That you're leaving?

I'm not.

I'm not leaving.

I'm going to do it.

I thought you couldn't lie any more.

Like you said, this could be
how we make amends for everything.

In my last jail,

that's what they done
in the noddy shop.

Stuck the stickers on the fruit
for the supermarkets.

Dickheads.

I know how to do it.

I know how to prove
I'm ready to step up.

I think Costa likes me...

I reckon Miss Gill might be into me.

..and if I'm right...

I can get her on her own,
away from the rest of the wing.

..I can get
whatever information I need to

and be free of all this forever.

I can k*ll her and get away with it.