Well, fuck me. If dates are owt to go by in this place, I've been here a bloody year ( Read more... )

I shot Dr Crane. He's dead. If anyone says he deserved it, I'll punch them. He wasn't himself, neither was I, and even so. Shouldn't have shot the bloke ( Read more... )

[Private to Laura]

Getting back to you.

Come up here after lunch, I said we'd talk and we are.

Right. Guys. Inmates, mainly, I'm talking to. I've got a strict fucking policy on how I hire for the kitchen, and I thought I'll make it clear. Right now ( Read more... )

[Warden filter]

Can... someone capable watch my two shifts? At least for today and probably tomorrow. Dinner shift's easy, they can all be trusted and know what they're doing. Just check the knives are all there and we're good.

Sorry, I just can't.

[Private to Parker]

Report in, would ya?

[Private to Laura]You're excused work. I'm excusing ( Read more... )

[This is after the water's subsided. Paddy's just snapped. All those issues of his were never going to end well. You won't get much of an answer out of him and he'll be like this until someone comes and gets him. That is, curled up in the corner of his cell, drenched and quietly singing to himself, continually pressing buttons on his communicator ( Read more... )

So some people have fucking left, right, because otherwise some fuckers are not turning up for work and I'm gonna have to come kick their asses. Edmund turns up and I fucking sing at him every other day. Okay, every day ( Read more... )