Starred Up

Uncuff him.

Back through there.

No, no, no, leave that. Back through.

Come on. Come on.

Arms up.

Fine.

In there, get your kit off. Come out when you're ready.

Arms up.

Kit's clear.

Feet.

Down.

Get up, son.

Get dressed.

Oi.

Single cell, high risk.

Step through.

Upstairs.

Prisoner home!

Wait.

Through you come.

And wait.

All right. Move it.

One on, now, 111.

Wait.

Keep it moving, fella.

Keep it moving.

Over here.

Face the wall.

In you get.

Ah!

Feeding.

Feeding, fella.

Bruv.

Flame, double bubble, yeah?

Sorry, brother. Ain't got one spare.

Move along. Move along.

Come on, move.

Quick as you can. Come on, move it.

Come on.

Jog, mate.

102, Jago.

Any time.

- Yeah? - Cell, fella.

- Fucking 111, you fucking cunt. - Move it.

Cheers, Jago.

Safe yeah, Jago.

What's wrong with this kanga, bruv? He's over-watching us.

I know, I can feel his eyes in the back of my head.

Stupid fucking junkie slut she was.

Stepped up, done right by her.

Fair play, offing that geezer.

Still, don't make you nothing in here.

You conduct yourself usual like an ordinary con.

No more performing, no dramas.

Right? Get on yard with the rest of them.

The yard.

Bruv, bust me a light please, you got a lighter?

Back on.

In you go.

Brother.

That flame, yeah?

Shit.

Oh, fuck's sake. Don't fucking die on me.

Fuck.

You must wait till I'm ready.

Miss, no, no... Nasty bang to the head, miss.

He needs you.

Right, I'm gonna go now, everything's sweet.

- Everything's cushy. - Son?

Guv, it was an accident. I swear.

- Stay there. - Look, he walked...

I mean it, son, don't fucking move.

Bang up!

Get in your cells now!

In your fucking cells. Come on! Move!

It's another kick off.

- Excuse me. Excuse me. - Ready, Mr. Haynes.

Sorry, Mr. Haynes.

- Baby oil. - Get the sand.

Entry team. D wing.

- Here you go, lads. - Cheers, mate.

Come on then. Yes.

Yes.

Weapons down, stand against the back wall.

School him.

- Yes! - Go on!

- Pin him against the wall! - Come on then, piggy.

- Yeah, come on, you fucking pig! - Hold his legs.

Hold his fucking legs!

Hey, calm down!

- Hold him steady! - Too fucking greasy, the cunt!

Get hold of him!

You fucking...

You fucking come any closer, mate,

I'll fucking skewer this pig like a fucking hog roast.

Now, fuck off.

Drop that fucking thing and fuck off now.

Sharpish!

That's fucking right.

You don't want to do that, son.

- Shut up, Clive. - Who's talking to you, cunt?

I tell you what I do want, guv, you listening?

A helicopter,

two packs of burn and some chocolate digestives, please.

It was a fucking accident, guv.

I swear to you.

- All right. - You believe me, don't you?

Yeah.

Fuck off.

In you go, lads.

Fuck you! You fucking cunts.

Take it easy, son.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

I fucking knew it.

- Scum you lot are, fucking scum. - Easy, son.

Fuck off, you little cunt.

Take it easy.

Come on. Come on, you little fucking...

- This ain't fucking gentle, boys, is it? - Shut it!

Come on, you little fucking...

Move!

Steady, steady, steady.

Yeah, come on, you little cunt!

You're telling me, you catch a girl sleeping with your friend, yeah?

Who you going to be more vexed with?

- Your friend or your girl? - But I expect that more from a chick.

I expect that. You know what I mean? But the boy...

Nah, I ain't touching her.

Come on.

Easy, easy.

Right, wait.

Fuck's sake, why ain't you lot banged up in your cells, eh?

Fuck.

Easy, boys, easy. We don't want anyone to get hurt now, do we?

Baton. - No fucking way!

Ah!

Why don't we all go back to our cells?

Hurry up.

Ow!

You fucking looking at?

He made a mistake, Des.

Des.

A mistake.

Out.

If I go, he's fucked.

My responsibility to you

as a non-operational member of staff, Mr. Baumer,

is to get you away from this incident.

And if you don't comply this second you can surrender your keys.

No!

I'm going to ask you to please let go of Officer...

Johnson.

Johnson.

No!

He hurts me, Don. He's fucking gotta...

Oi!

We can do this.

It's okay.

Yeah?

Stay back. Stay back.

I've seen all of you, I'm a witness.

It's fine.

You all right?

Okay, come on.

Give your name and number in here.

Love. C-9-4-8-7-W-B.

This way. Foxtrot, Sierra, Quebec, fourteen. Come in, over?

- Cuffs, please. (ON RADIO) Quebec fourteen, sir.

Request Governor Cardew to segregation. Over.

(ON RADIO) Received, Quebec fourteen.

Fourteen out.

(ON RADIO) Foxtrot Sierra standing by.

Thank you.

Everything's under control, Christine.

There's been an incident involving Mr. Love

which has placed him at extremely high degree of risk,

which is why I brought it to your immediate attention.

I propose that he begins treatment

for his violence as soon as possible, in my... In my group.

He's assaulted two of my officers

shortly after knocking another victim unconscious.

You will not be rewarding him with any kind of group.

- He wants to engage. - He's a control problem.

He can be reached.

Gentlemen, I think you'd better come with me.

So, who is he?