Wilderness

Davie!

Step off.

Single file.

- Come on. - Fucking shit hole.

- No talking I said! -

-You should start pumping up. - I've got a 20-pack.

- Lindsay! Lindsay! - Get off me! Get off me!

Morning, girls.

I want you to say hello to your new roomie, Callum.

Pick a bed. Any bed, son.

Now you play nice.

-You skinny boy, man. -Yeah, a real bad boy.

Not there.

- Or there. -

Looks like you're on the floor, mate.

It's real nice down there, man.

Bull's-eye.

Yo, new man.

What do you reckon, boys? Lindsay's turn now?

- No, Steve, no. -Yeah, I reckon half an hour, man.

Oh, please, just leave me alone.

- Come on. - Lewis?

- I done it yesterday. - Talk to him.

- Come on. - No, no. Not today, no.

Get up!

Help me!

Shut up!

Get in there, you faggot.

Communication is the key.

By that l just don't mean communicating with each other.

I mean communication with your inner self.

In this room you can express yourself in a safe environment.

So. Lewis. This is your chance.

Externalise your anger.

Understand it and you control it.

- I'm not angry. -

Lewis, are you sure?

- Lewis? -

Fuck's sake.

Callum, would you like to share your anger?

I know this can be a little bit intimidating at the start,

but once you get over the first hurdle you'll realise that...

Anger.

Shut up, man.

Hey, Lindsay, lookin' for Davie, batty man?

Batty boy.

He's a dick, isn't he?

No! Get away!

Davie, it's me, man! Let me in. Steve's comin'!

Oi!

-Where are they? -Who's that, Steve?

-You know who? - Don't know what you're talking about.

Steve, leave him. We'll all get in shit if you cause trouble.

Speak!

Perfect.

Two little cock-sucking rat bastards together.

- How funny is it now? - Not funny at all, Steve.

Steve, don't. Please. Just leave us alone.

I don't know about you, Lewis,...

but I feel like taking a piss.

I thought we were gonna do this...

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm really burstin'.

- No, don't! - No, you don't.

Why can't you just be a man about it, eh, Davie?

Take what's coming to ya!

You're such a little faggot.

I bet you're slipping it to your little chum here, eh?

Now, boys...

Now... drink up.

Warden!

They'll blame us forthis. Shit always rolls downhill, man.

Trust me, they're comin' ourway, you know. Fresh and steamin'.

Who'd notice on you, Jethro?

What the fuck you say, Steve?

You got to learn to take a joke, mate.

You brothers are so sensitive.

I'll beat the shit out of you, you prick.

- Come on then. - Right! By your beds.

Governor's here.

Jethro, put that down. You can't fucking read!

Sir!

This was his dorm.

-Which was his? - That bed there, sir.

You. Did you know David?

Then get off his bed.

Now!

Did any of you know him?

Why didn't you try to help him, or stop him?

We were sleeping. We didn't know.

Didn't know?

That he was dying right beside you all?

What's your name?

Lindsay, sir.

I know what all of you did.

You should be ashamed.

And so should you!

Get them out of here.

Get them to the island, and teach them a bloody lesson.

Yes, sir.

Fuckin' brilliant.

- Reckon we could get pizza delivered? - Give me that phone.

Right, guys, grab your kit. Let's get moving.

Tragic, man. Tragic.

- Keep up, Callum. - Come on, Callum.

- Why can't we camp here? - See the size of that hill?

- Does anyone even live here? - No, not anymore.

It was a training station forthe army

before being handed overto the Prison Service forthe likes of you lot.

Missing the concrete, bruv?

You know me, blood, it's all about street lamps, pollution,

fast food and Dixie Fried Chicken, you get me?

- Straight up, Blue. - Deep-Pan pizza.

- Oh, yeah, KFC. - Shut up, man. Just walk, man.

What the fuck are we doin' here?

Building character, lads.

Character?

Uninhabited? Right?

There's a tree. Another one.

- Do these things bite? - No.

Look, man, anothertree.

Well, here we are, lads.

Home, sweet home.

This is a joke, right?

This is where we're supposed to stay? This is dead, man.

Four tents. One for me, one forthe kit,

and you can fight over the others yourselves.

- - Callum.

- There's some over there, mate. -Where?

- There. - I can't see where you're pointing.

There!

Oh, you're fucking useless, mate.

Little flyin' bastards! Look at this shit. Been bitten all over.

I thought you'd like this jungle life, Jethro.

- Make you feel right at home. -

You're a flippin' comedian, Steve. Fucking clown!

That's enough.

Who wants a lovely, morning, steaming cup of tea then?

- Yeah, nice one, Jed. -Yeah?

Callum, go and fill these up. The river's 200 metres down there, son.

And get a move on.

Somebody wake Lindsay up.

Where's my bloody water?

Jed, he's over here.

You'll live. What happened?

- I got hit. - Hit?

- Someone hit you? - No, he just fell over.

I got hit! Some joker smacked me from behind.

-Was it you? - It was us that found you.

Calm down, killer. Where's your sense of team spirit?

Are we safe with him being here?

Somehow I think you'll be all right with loverboy Lewis to protect you.

- - I don't really like water, man.

- Quiet, man. Shit. - Come on, man.

- That's it, man. - It's not far.

- Even fucking Lindsay's done it. - Come on, man.

That's it, Blue.

I can't swim.

I swear, I'm the only one getting bitten.

Boys. Boys!

Hang on a minute. Just gonna have a wiz. Wait for me.

Whoa.

What the fuck is that?

- Is that a camp site? - Boys.

Hello.

-You said there was no one here. - There bloody well shouldn't be.

You's lot, sit down, shut up and don't touch anything.

Look at this. They got a proper camp going on.

Jeth, see if there's any money.

Hi. Who are you?

This island is private property. There's no public access.

Yeah, I'm not public, so I'll ask again, who are you?

Jed Wyler, Moorgates Young Offenders'. Who the fuck are you?

Louise Dow, Temple Park.

I thought we had the island to ourselves.

-Yeah, well, so did I. - Found our stalker.

Jo, is this the little prick that you saw?

- Get off me. -Who the fuck are these?

- Blue, sit the fuck down! -Yeah, you been spying on us?

- No one's been spying. - Fucking perverts!

Can I have a word?

Yeah.

I don't want your lads near my girls. They're enough trouble already.

I'm not exactly delighted about the situation myself, Louise.

I've got a couple of drug dealers, a violent sociopath,

an armed robber, a murderer and a serial sex offender.

I don't want your girls getting hot under the collar. Get me?

Fine. We'll keep them totally separate.

Then why don't you pack up your shiny tents and piss off back to the mainland?

It's not going to happen.

Right, well, I'll take the north side of the river, you take the south side.

Fine. But I think you mean east and west.

North's that way.

Right. On your feet, lads, we're moving out.

- Come on, chop, chop. - See you later, babes, yeah?

Wanker.

So what's your name?