Stir

Face the wall!

Got up about six in the morning,

maybe a bit earlier.

We were woken up by shouts and screams

that we could hear coming from A wing.

We were playing cards during the time,

but we couldn't concentrate on the game.

I mean, we were scared less.

We were the third cell along,

so it took them about 15 minutes to get to us.

Get your clothes off.

Come on! Up against the wall!

Come on, around.

Around!

Get off! No!

Ah! Leave me alone!

Ah! Ah!

My leg.

Leave me alone, you bastard!

No!

There, that'll do!

Leave me alone!

Leave me...

And they just left.

Then they...

We could hear them going on down through the cells,

bashing the other crims.

And this was after they'd promised us

that there'd be no reprisals, no bashings.

They were just like a pack of animals.

- But isn't it true that the prisoners at the jail

rioted the night before?

It wasn't a riot, it was a sit-in.

But even if it had been a riot, I mean,

does it give those the right

to bash the out of us?

- Yes, but it's a matter of prison discipline, surely.

A sit-in is a lack of--

- A sit-in is a peaceful demonstration against...

- They were just like a pack of animals.

It was a sit-in, it wasn't a riot.

They were just like a pack of animals.

We could hear them going through the cells,

bashing the other crims.

It was a sit-in, it wasn't a riot.

Does that give the bastards a right

to bash the shit out of us?

We could hear them going through the cells

bashing the other crims.

It was a sit-in, it wasn't a riot.

Just like a pack of animals.

It was a sit-in, it wasn't a riot.

They were just like a pack of animals.

- But it had an enormous effect on the screws out there,

while you and the other crims were on telly.

- And they were the only bastards it had any effect on.

- Jesus Christ, mate, don't use a full match.

I'll split it for you.

And I'll take one of your smokes.

Otherwise, I'll cough meself to death.

It's a fuckin' boob tobacco, you see?

- I'll take an extra paper while you're at it.

You'll never get one round all that.

Don't get too smart.

- They made Partridge a senior now, you know.

Partridge?

He's a mad, dangerous swine, that cunt.

Right.

Now he's a senior swine.

- Yeah, well, I'd like to blow his bloody head

off his fuckin' shoulders.

I know how you feel.

There's just no way I'm gonna do life

over a bastard like him.

That's the only thing they understand.

There's gotta be other ways, mate.

Yeah, well, I tried the other ways,

and all the good I did was sell more fuckin' newspapers.

- There's just no way I'm gonna do life over a screw.

- Yeah, well, it's the only thing they understand.

'Cause those bastards out there, the newspapers,

the lot don't give one fuckin' fuck what happens to crims.

Can I have my tobacco back?

Go on.

All fuckin' out!

Come on, move it, you bastards!

Move it!

Get them fucking cuffs off.

You, fasten that fucking jacket.

Keep your fucking eyes to the front, bastard.

Welcome back, Jackson.

I see you've only got a little one this time.

Six months for shoplifting.

You've lost your nerve.

- I have a mind to smash your rotten head.

No.

There'll be plenty of time for you

to have a little chat with Jackson, Mr. McIntosh.

And put him straight on all those lies

he told about decent officers

on television and in the newspapers.

Get that fucking thing out of your ear.

I could wear it at the base, sir.

- Put it with his private property, Mr. McIntosh.

Left turn.

Move off.

Keep in fucking line.

All right, line up over there.

Empty your pockets on the floor.

Strip off.

Hold it.

Out.

You, out.

Get in here and line up.

Move it.

Right.

Give 'em all good Gatunga cuts.

Carry on, Mr. McIntosh.

29, 48...

Get a pass to the kitchen, boss?

There's a mate of yours on the escort.

Yeah, I know.

China Jackson.

They shouldn't have sent him back here.

No.

Where do you want to go?

Kitchen.

Well, fuck if I know.

There's enough fuckin' trouble in the rotten place

without having China back here to stir up the pricks.

Oh, I don't think he'd go out of his way

to stir 'em, will he?

- With him just fuckin' being here after what he's done

is enough to stir up the fuckin' desperates.

All correct, sir.

I just want to see 98.

Yeah, I better piss off.

I'll put Alby back in the cell with you.

Where are you going, 124?

- Just brought the tea buckets, boss.

Get back to the wing where you belong.

Don't forget.

I don't want Jackson being made into a hero again.

For sure.

Is that the lot then, Mr. McIntosh?

Just one more, Mr. Partridge, I think.

Your turn, son.

Don't you want to have your hair cut, son?

Well, I don't think the governor would go along with that.

You see, he doesn't like long-haired lads from Long Bay

making his jail look untidy.

Get in the fuckin' chair.

Cut his fucking hair.

- I couldn't do that, sir, if he doesn't want me to.

- Lock 'em both up in the pound, Mr. McIntosh.

- Don't lock him up, boss, he can cut me hair.

Lock them both up, Mr. McIntosh.

Come on, bastards, move.

Move!

The rest of you...

Back to the way you came, to the clothing store.

Right turn.

Move out.

Move!

Time for your haircut, son.

Get fucked!

Oh, yeah?

- Everybody out of A wing except for sweepers.

Everybody out of A wing except the sweepers.

Out of your pockets, 18.

- There's a mug there if ever I saw one.

Sure. How you doin'?

Good, mate. Good to see you.

Yeah, me, too.

You're looking good.

Good day. How are you, man?

Not too bad.

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah.

The screws don't fuckin' hurt me.

Have a look.

Shit.

Right there. Right on me legs, back.

And look at this.

Billy McMahon, who else?

Yeah, here's your follow up.

Promise?

Heard you got here.

Look, we don't want you stirring any trouble

while you're here.

You got it?

Yeah, I got it.

And now you get it.

I don't give a fuck what you or anybody else wants.

Got it?

And I'll tell you what I want,

and that's to do the few months I gotta do

the easiest and the quickest way I can.

Got it?