John Blundell: Banks

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Banks

[Eckersley, Richards and Banks approach Davis]
Banks: Davis, up!
[Davis stands up but Banks kicks him. Eckersley laughs]
Banks: Davis, yer nothing. I'm the Daddy 'ere, I run this wing. You pay yer dues like the rest. Payday, you deliver a quarter of your snout to Stripey 'ere, every week on the dot.
Davis: I don't smoke...
Banks: [slaps Davis] You fuckin' well do now, slag! There's no dolly mixtures here, poofter! I'm the Daddy and don't you ever forget it, right?
[slaps Davis]
Banks: I said right?
[shoves Davis and leaves]

[the inmates are marching outside in unison to the canteen. Banks, Richards and Eckersley at the very front of the line. Mr Greaves, who is supervising the group, walks ahead of them to speak to Banks]
Mr. Greaves: Banks.
[Banks looks to his right to face Mr Greaves]
Mr. Greaves: Look to your front, Banks.
[Banks looks straight ahead]
Mr. Greaves: Carlin's been allocated to your wing.
Richards: [to Eckersley] Did you hear that?
Mr. Greaves: [to Richards] Shut it, Richards!
[Faces Banks again]
Mr. Greaves: Three of them together. So you'll have a bit more company. won't you?
Banks: Yes, Sir.
Mr. Greaves: ...and one of them's a jungle bunny.
Banks: Yes, Sir.
[Richards laughs and makes monkey noises]
Mr. Greaves: [to Richards] I said quiet, Richards! Another sound from you and you're report!
Richards: Yes, Sir.

Banks: [to Richards] Slasher? 'ere look at this. "Its" had a nightmare.
[Richards inspects Carlin's wounds]
Richards: There's more where that come from, Carlin. You just keep yer fucking mouth closed.
[points at Carlin]
Richards: You ain't no Daddy here.

[Mr Sands finds Banks on the floor]
Mr Sands: [grabs Banks and slams him against a wall] Dozy bastard, Banks! You let him do you over, you twat!
Banks: I slipped, sir.
[Mr Sands slaps him]
Mr Sands: Don't come at me! Who d'yer think yer talking to? Carlin! I want you to name Carlin!
Banks: I slipped, sir.
[Mr Sands slaps him again]

[Banks wakes up Carlin and slaps him]
Banks: Right, Carlin. I run this fuckin' gaff and yer dead if you come any of it 'ere!
Carlin: Leave off, will ya? I don't give a fuck who the Daddy is. I don't want trouble so just piss off and let me get on with me time, all right?
Richards: We'll give you time, ya bastard.
[Banks punches Carlins, jumps on his bed, headbutts him and continues to punch him]