1:10:01
It always is.
The whole wing moans about it.
1:10:05
Mr White?
1:10:07
Of course. It's impossible
to make crispy batter.
1:10:11
In all my years I've never been
able to make crispy batter.
1:10:16
The only way is to buy powdered
stuff and we can't afford that.
1:10:21
Come in!
1:10:24
Tea, sir?
1:10:26
-- Tea, Mr Goodyear?
-- Why not, why not?
1:10:31
Can we smoke, sir?
1:10:33
One quick burn.
Permission of Mr Goodyear.
1:10:47
-- What's that?
-- Nothing, sir.
1:10:50
-- Out.
-- Yes, sir.
1:10:58
I think that's covered
both wings, Mr White.
1:11:02
Unless there's anything else,
1:11:04
and Meakin is satisfied
with the batter explanation?
1:11:13
Meakin?
1:11:17
Meakin!
1:11:19
Answer Mr Goodyear, lad.
1:11:23
Stand up.
1:11:28
Toyne's dead!
1:11:30
He's killed himself
in the Scrubs. He's dead!
1:11:33
He cut his wrists
and you send him to the Scrubs,
1:11:38
to kill hisself! He's dead!
1:11:43
Up your fucking borstal!
1:11:58
I realise
there's bad feeling about Toyne.