| In 1974, one of Britain's best-known criminals |
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| was sent away for five years to HM Prison Slade. |
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| Fletcher, Norman Stanley. 42. Five years. |
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| Knows the score, sir. Done a lot of bird. |
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| Water off a duck's back. |
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| Hello, sir! |
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| This is the life story of Norman Stanley Fletcher. Using dramatic reconstructions, |
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| previously unseen footage, and exclusive interviews with family, |
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| friends and associates, |
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| we chart the chequered career of this habitual criminal. |
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| Top bloke, Fletch. Always thinking. |
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| Loved by everyone was Fletch. |
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| Was that the old guy at the bar surrounded by young girls? ..I hate that. |
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| Prison - institution of punishment or rehabilitation? |
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| For the likes of Norman Stanley, it made little difference - porridge was porridge. |
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| - Hello, Dad.
- Hello, Ingrid, love. Hello. |
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| - How's your mother?
- She's fine. She sends her love and everything.
- Good. |
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| For his daughter, Ingrid, prison was always part of family life. |
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| Now in her 50s, she's begun to explore her father's history. |
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| That's the one. That's the house Dad was born in. |
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| February 2nd 1932. |
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