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(Children shouting and playing)

(Whistles)

(Whistling and shouting)

Oi!

One of these days you'll kill someone.

Right, hold it, boys. Hold it.

- Centre, please! - That's it.

- Centre! - That's centre.

BOY: You've had two hits.

- Come on! - Right.

GIRL: I was killing myself laughing. How funny!

'Ere, did you tell 'em about the taxi? Did she tell you about the taxi?

There was these fellas at this club and they asked us to go out with them.

We were supposed to go to Southend.

This old taxi, it was bright green and it had on the bonnet 'homeward bound'.

- We stopped at the station. - What colour was it?

- Green. - Green.

It's got written on the bonnet 'homeward bound'.

- It's one of them 1937 models, isn't it? (Laughter)

So we gets out and they started messing about a bit.

We walked in and saw this body. It was only a fella lying down.

- Oh, no! - And my stockings got caught on the grass!

(Conversation continues in background)

Shot, Georgina.

Mind how you go, there!

Calm it down, will you?

(Makes kissing noise)

- Right centre. - Yes, darling.

Right, Tom, here they come.

A summer evening at the club.

This is how things usually warm up,

with a chat and a giggle for the girls,

and a bit of cricket in the nets for the boys.

It's something to do, in company.

Peggy's a regular.

She comes in most nights with her own friends.

Harry and his group drift in occasionally and hang around for a while.

They like to watch things.

Tony comes in the middle of the week, when his pocket's getting empty.

He's a good cricketer and enjoys the game.

More than he'll admit.

And Adey, he'll go anywhere for an audience.

Besides, he's tried other clubs.

The one I went up with Howie...

. .half a crown a tern.

That was all right. Paid my half a crown and went in there.

I goes along the corridor with my mate and I starts singing.

So, that's all right. All of a sudden, an old dear, about 80, comes belting up.

'What are you doing?' 'Singing, dear.'

'No, you can't sing in here. You're making a noise.'

'Making a noise?'

She says, 'I'm gonna put you on six weeks' probation.' Probation!

She said, 'If you don't make a noise in six weeks we'll let you stay in the club.'

Sod that for a lark! 'Right, I'll have my money back.'

She says, 'Right, right, I'm glad to get rid of you.'

So got my money back, went down Tony's, had a nosh-up, ended up at this dump.

Oi! He's hopeless!

- Who is? He's not! - He's hopeless, though, isn't he?

Tommy Steele!

There you are. Look at Tommy Steele.

Shut up, you. I'd get a bit of stick on you.

He's as stupid as Vince.

Oi, Peggy! He's hopeless, isn't he, love?

- Oh, shut up! - (Laughter)

You think I'm a nut, don't you?

- You got a funny haircut. - You hit my head.

Is that your mum?

- That was just a looker-onner. - Oh, right.

- It was her mum an' all. - See that? That boy paid one and six for that,

and I come down on the slide and it flew away.

I wasn't half choked! Believe you me, I was!

Oi, oi, oi, darlin'...

Ah!

Where's your glasses?

So the evening gets underway

for one small group of the rowdy generation that's forever in the headlines.

The boys from the LCC flats off. Kennington Lane haven't far to come.

They're always in early.

Kenny and Brian, Woody, Bobby and John come over in a bunch

and spend the evening in each other's company.

They go together, wherever they go.

The corridors fill up and though one working day may be much like another,

there's always plenty to talk about by the time evening comes around.

Bill Belsham's on hand to keep an eye on things.

And Jean looks after the girls.

Before the evening's serious business gets under way,

a lot of meeting and talking and pushing gets done up and down the club.

(Chattering)

Right, yes, now, wait a minute. Now, hold it just a second, lads. Just a second.

This is the library...

...but they don't do much reading here.

Instead, most nights there's talk, more or less organised.

Ron drops in a couple of nights a week,

throws out some remark and they're off.

It's just like women. You see on the television all the French fashions,

and showing all their frocks off and all that.

Naturally, men want to get into fashion too.

They don't wanna just have the women in fashion.

If a new style comes out, a boy immediately - if he thinks it's a good suit -

wants to go and get one, doesn't he?

If someone else likes it, they'll go and get one.

Out of a bloke's money, how much do you think of in terns of buying clothes?

I spend nearly 30 bob a week on clothes out of my wages.

- You mean you save up 30 bob a week? - Yeah.

I put 30 bob by. When I've got enough, I buy...

- What do you consider a good price for a suit? - About 15 guineas.

- For that you expect something good. - I want a good suit for 15 guineas.

- How long would that last? - Well, about eight months to a year.

Well, after eight months to a year, it doesn't look smart any more so you've got to buy a new one.

- I disagree. - Why?

If you buy a suit, you buy a good 'un, it'll last you.

But if you buy a cheap suit, you don't expect it to last.

You two said if you buy a good suit, it should last you. That's a good suit?

It must be a good suit for 15 guineas, mustn't it?

- I don't reckon you'd get a good suit. - You don't know what you're talking about!

(Laughter)

There's a long tradition of this sort of talking at Alford House.

Some come to listen, some play it for laughs.

Some speak up because they mean what they say.

About parents, for instance.

Everybody's got views about them.

My mother didn't know I could smoke but I had enough money when I was 14.

- And though your parents forbade you... - I've given up smoking now.

. .You smoked anyway. You'd hide round the comer, is that right?

But how do you combat that sort of thing? How do you ...?

What could your parents have done to stop you smoking around the comer?

- Not given me so much money to spend. - I see.

I had ten shillings a week when I was 14.

Now, say, as Adey says, not to give the kid so much money.

That'll only encourage the kid to nick. I've done it myself.

- So have I, in Woolworths. - Let's listen to this.

I've been at school a few times, gone out, spent my dinner money on chips.

I wanted a fag so I went in a shop and pinched them.

If you don't give your kid no money there might be a gang of kids in the square.

They've all got pocket money, might want to go to the pictures,

but your kid that ain't got no money can't go.

So what will he go? He'd go along with his mates.

- He'll start thieving. - How do you know you won't have a girl?

You're talking about a boy.

A girl don't go out and pinch like a boy.

- (Giggles) RON: All right, now, look...

Now we're all back together again, I'm going to ask you

whether you feel that a girl ought to be treated differently to a bloke regards money.

Oh, well, give them enough so that...

What about the fella that takes you to the pictures, Beryl?

Oh, well, that's different, innit? That's your fault.

How do you feel about that business of the girl being paid for all the time?

If I had my way, Ron, I say to my girl, I tell her now,

I'd say, 'OK, if you wanna go dancing, you pay.

But if I wanna go to the pictures, I pay.' Like that.

Like this Sunday she wanted to go dancing.

Not me. She didn't have no money so we didn't go.

We went to the pictures.

♪ Well, putting on the agony

♪ Putting on the style

♪ Well, that's what all the young folk are doing all the while

♪ And as I look around me

♪ I sometimes have to smile

♪ Seeing all the young folk

♪ Putting on the sty-y-y-y-y-le

A weekday evening's dancing isn't very serious.

But a dance is a good way of being together.

So the records are turned up loud and every night at the club is dance night.

Those who can’t jive or those who don't feel like it can hang about and chat...

...or horse around...

...or just stand alone and watch the girls.

And with everybody busy on the floor, this is a good time to get away alone

for a long phone call.

Are you coming up the club tomorrow?

Eh?

Are you coming up the club tomorrow?

Are you coming up the club tomorrow?

Who's that shouting in your house?

Who's that shouting in your house? No, yeah...

I can hear a lot of scuffle.

Are you coming up the club tomorrow? Yeah? What time will you be up there?

Half-past eight? Oh, you mean nine o'clock.

Er, e-o-or...

E-E-Er...

E-E-E-Er...well, I dunno, Jill.

I don't like it up there all that much.

So that means you'll leave me? Right. Right!

Right, I'll remember that!

Yeah, I know. What, are you going to see another boy?

Ye...

(Laughs)

♪ MARVIN RAINWATER: Whole Lotta Woman

♪ It takes a whole lotta lovin' just to keep my baby happy

♪ It takes a whole lotta kissin' and a whole lotta holding her hand

♪ It takes a whole lotta lovin' just to keep my baby happy

♪ She's a whole lotta woman and she's gotta have a whole lotta man

♪ Well, when she love me, she love me so hard

♪ She almost make-a-me mad

♪ When she kiss me, but she don't kiss me

♪ I know I've been had

♪ It takes a whole lotta lovin' just to keep my baby happy

♪ It takes a whole lotta kissin' and a whole lotta holdin' her hand

♪ It takes a whole lotta lovin' just to keep my baby happy

♪ For she's a whole lotta woman and she gotta have a whole lotta man

♪ Well, when she love me, she love me so hard

♪ She almost make-a-me mad

♪ When she kiss me, but she don't miss me

♪ I know I've been had

♪ It takes a whole lotta lovin' just to keep my baby happy

♪ For she's a whole lotta woman and she gotta have a whole lotta man

♪ For she's a whole lotta woman and she gotta have a whole

♪ Lotta man

GIRL: Ow! He's picking on me!

- Get out of it! - Who are you pushing?

The club doors close by ten or half-past,

but for those who don't have to be indoors before 11, the evening isn't over yet.

GIRL: That big jar there.

Oh, I don't want it.

Three fours, please.

I tell you what to do with it.

Shut up, you.

Do you want a chip?

I'll tell you what, I'll give you half a crown for the onions, and you give me ten bob back.

How much are the pies?

Give us my onion. Where's my onion?

There! 'Ere, she's given us four.

That don't matter. That's two for me, one for you.

(Low conversation)

I went down the dogs when I was seven and I had two bob - a week's pocket money.

I said, 'I'll have it on that dog.' It lost.

It broke my heart. It ain't worth it.

Some of the older boys have the time and money for a good meal and a conversation.

Adey, as usual, has an audience.

Johnny Kaye prefers to listen.

This is really the start of his working day.

He'll be going over the river presently to do a night's work at Covent Garden.

These blokes and their bootlace ties.

That's a good tie. That's a good tie, my son.

Look, you can't afford a tie, my son.

If they're all like that it won't matter.

Tony makes a proper meal of it.

He went straight to the club after changing from work and this is his first real sit-down.

After it, he's still got friends to meet outside.

Perhaps a trip to the West End to look around.

No, I never went up. Where in the West End?

But the younger boys from the fiats are nearly due home now.

They've got some eating to do before they turn in.

Do you sell Pepsis?

Ta.

BOY: And a tea, please. And bread and butter.

Oi, who's got a penny? You got a penny?

Lend us that penny.

I want a Pepsi.

Thank you.

Your change, dear.

And a tea, please. And bread and butter.

- See you home, love? - If you like, darlin'!

(Chatter)

Being young in the morning is different from being young at night.

For one thing, there's no crowd about.

(Train horn blares)

Of the boys from the flats, only Brian and Johnny are still at school.

The others are in jobs now.

Bobby's been in the post office for over a year.

Woody's a butcher, Kenny's in the print.

The two youngest aren't sure what they'll do yet.

Meanwhile, there's school to get through.

- Good morning. BOYS: Good morning, sir.

♪ The King Of Love My Shepherd Is

♪ The king of love my shepherd is

♪ Whose goodness faileth never

♪ I nothing lack if I am his

♪ And he is mine forever

♪ Where streams of living water flow

♪ My ransomed soul he leadeth

♪ And where the verdant pastures grow

♪ With food celestial feedeth

♪ In death's dark vale I fear no ill

♪ With thee, dear Lord, beside me

♪ Thy rod and staff my comfort still

♪ Thy cross before to guide me

♪ And so through all the length of days

♪ Thy goodness faileth never

♪ Good Shepherd, may I sing thy praise

♪ Within thy house forever

HEADMASTER: Let us pray.

Lord, have mercy upon us.

Our Father, which art in heaven...

Brian's day is made to start with a hymn and a prayer.

For the others, there's work.

Work isn't hard to come by just now.

There are enough jobs going, especially for the girls.

Frances has had three or four in a year.

There wasn't much to choose between them except that an office is cleaner than a factory.

Janet sews in the basement of a Mayfair dressmaker's.

She's learning a trade and likes it.

But there's less money than in many unskilled jobs.

She's sometimes tempted to turn it in.

Being a butcher, like everything else, needs learning.

Woody's getting good at it.

With luck, he thinks he may be in the meat trade for life.

Bob is a junior postman.

Life can be dull for an internal messenger with odd jobs to do between errands.

But Bob is keen on cars.

He'll be driving a post office van soon and his days will liven up.

Beryl sits at a bench, making food in a factory.

She has done for three years.

Probably will do until she gets married.

Work is something that has to be done...

...by everyone.

And it's good to have it.

Just the same, the day doesn't go by any too fast.

In the working hours, thoughts about the evening have time to pile up.

Pleasant thoughts, maybe. Or frightening.

- Hear what they were saying last night, Bob? - What?

- Old Georgie Radcliffe. - No?

- They're gonna get a team to go and do him. - Who is?

Smithy's mob don't want to do it. He said about getting a team from Alford House to do him.

There's more than 50 boys there.

He's after Ginger now. He's after someone else.

Some bloke's supposed to have walked her home and raped her.

That's the fella that's gonna get the mob up and go after him.

He's gonna get some mob from Camberwell Green and bring 'em up, is he?

It's gonna be a big mob, I tell you that, cos Smithy's got a mob.

Tooting Bec was gonna come down and have a go at Smithy one of these days.

You know how many boys there was of Smithy's? 100.

Of course, when I went round with Tim, there was about 12 of us going with the birds.

We saw all these lot. There was a crowd of them right at the end of the new flats.

There was 50 there and there was... You know Thomas's club? Another 50 there.

You know what Smithy looks like. He doesn't look hard, does he?

He looks a queer. He's found some fella up the high street.

And he was with his mate and took the piss out of his mate.

His mate turned round to batter him. He said, 'Don't, you'll have 50 of them here.

Keep walking.'

After a meal and a change of clothes into a dark suit, the day's work is left behind.

The weekend begins with paying subs at the club.

All the same, Friday is the most popular night of the week.

Everybody comes.

(Chatter)

A good evening starts with talk and ends with dancing.

But a club with life in it is for other things too.

For games and meeting friends and learning something.

There can be a lot on before the records are turned up at nine.

(Whistle)

(Shouting)

(Chatter)

I missed school a load of times.

Did you make that one, Jo?

Has she still got her...

Got a hot-water bottle in it.

There was a lot of animals escaped last tern, wasn't there?

They don't normally let them out.

- I wish someone would gag her. - (Laughter)

Right, let's have a bash.

Here, Dot, what do you think of it?

Marvellous.

- Oh, look at her arms. Look at her arms, look! - Do you want me to answer that?

What's behind her?

(Laughs) What's that bow? What's that line across there?

(Tapping)

Go away!

No! No!

Show it to him.

No!

- Yes, it is. - Have you got the right colour?

Well, it's similar to that.

BOY: Suppose someone come in your house and killed your mother and father.

- They ought to be hanged. - There we are. See what I mean?

- And he says no, he don't like it. - I said they should never do away with it.

- That's what I said. - Please make your mind up, please.

What about these people who go around...? that bloke murdered two little girls of five.

Don't you think that's bad? I mean, little girls of five?

With hanging, like...

. .a couple of years ago, there used to be a gang...

. .like...at Clapham Common.

Like, if they brought hanging down to 16 then, there wouldn't be no more murders,

because them boys were under 16, most of them boys.

If they'd brought it down, they'd be hanged. That'd stop it. There wouldn't be no murders.

What about that Craig and Bentley, then? One fella was in the copper's arms, wasn't he?

And the other fella had the gun and he was free. And he shot him.

But the other fella that was in the copper's arms got hung. That kid'll be out when he's about...

. .he'd be out after he's about...

. .he went in when he was 16, wasn't he?

RON: Right, now, why is it that you're against it?

For a start...the worst thing that can hurt a person is staying in...

. .if he's an outdoor person, right?

Now, it hurts me a lot if I have to stay in for a night. It hurts me a lot.

But on the other hand,

if they abolished the...

. .this death penalty, see...

. .if they abolish it, the people that's gonna murder people, see,

they're gonna get life sentence or 25 years.

That's gonna hurt them more than being done away with just like that,

- because it's over in a couple of seconds. - Who do you live with?

My brother and sister-in-law.

Say someone come into your house tonight,

or when you get home you found your brother and sister-in-law dead. Strangled.

You're only worrying about the prisoner.

What about the relatives? The murdered ones' relatives.

- Once they get life, they're in for life. - They're not, Perce.

When some of them get life sentence they say,

'They've been good.' They've let some of these murderers out.

Well, it's not fair. They've killed someone. Why don't they get killed?

Say they've murdered someone, they should get hung, that's what I think.

(All talk at once)

All right, let's listen.

What about people who go around murdering... and they catch 'em...

. .and they say he's mental - a maniac?

And they let him off. Well, you know, put him in jail.

I think they should be hung just the same as all the rest.

I say...not hang 'em if...

. .say, like, some bloke come up to a woman and stabbed her,

I say that he should have the same as what she had. Stab him.

(Speech fades out)

♪ Jazz

When a good subject like murder comes up, everybody pitches in.

The words pour out wild and they are felt.

you think what you feel and you say what you feel.

But when the feelings get angry or confused, it's not surprising the words come out ugly.

It's good to have strong feelings.

But for living in the world, a bit of knowledge is needed too.

And a bit of curiosity to look further than the headlines of the morning paper.

Who's helping Bobby to find that?

And Beryl?

And Percy?

And all the others?

Not that they're worried.

They're good at making the most of every day.

And just talking about things like this is a beginning.

And it's good for a giggle.

- All right, lads? - I got it, I got it, I got it!

- (Shouting) - Watch it, watch it, watch it!

Old boys from the school have long been connected with the club.

So, for one summer afternoon each year, Lambeth comes to Mill Hill,

for cricket and tea and a swim in the open air.

The club's first XI find white flannels for the occasion,

and the game is played out in front of the clean, white pavilion.

(Applause)

With everybody's eyes on the pitch, the game is played hard.

The cricket's the thing.

But down at the far end of the field, away from the grown-ups,

dress is optional and the second Xis are allowed to fight it out on their own.

There's no less feeling in this match, but the tactics are different.

You're good boys!

Don't stand there and watch. Go after the bowier!

Oh, well done, Bobby!

Well done, darlin'! Keep runnin'!

- Another one! - Ten Player's for you when you come out.

Score 50, Bob, I'll give you away!

(Wolf whistle)

Go up with the bowier!

Oi! (Whistles) The wicket's down here a bit.

(Shouting)

- You leave it! - Four!

(Cheering)

(Applause)

(Lads call out to cyclist)

(Cheering)

(Whistles) Skinny mini!

(Laughter)

(Posh accent) Oh, darling...how about a bit of bingo?

Want to come up here? It's nice up here.

(Cheering)

All right, darlin'?

I bet you're loving this!

♪ All bus inspectors need a rope around their neck

♪ All bus inspectors need a rope around their neck

♪ All bus inspectors need a rope around their neck

♪ And so say all of us

(Singing continues)

♪ Under the table you must go

♪ Ee-i-oe-i-oe-i-oh!

♪ If I catch you bending

♪ I'll saw your legs right off

♪ Knees up...

(Singing continues)

(Chanting) You'll look sweet, walking down the street...

(Wolf whistle)

I bet she can do a tum!

You lovely bit of stuffing!

- Darlin', over here! - Woo-ooh!

- What's up, cock? - All right, pop?

How's Ratton House?

Up the Ratton House.

Right, left, right, left.

♪ I'll sing you a song and it won't take long

♪ All coppers are ba...

'All coppers are handsome,' we'll sing.

♪ I'll sing you a song and it won't take long

♪ All coppers are handsome

- (Laughter) - Up the baby!

(Cheering)

That's how it always goes on a Saturday night when the club gets away from home.

When the boys pass through the West End,

the West End remembers, for a while, that they have passed through.

And that's how the boys want it.

♪ And so say all of us

That's your lot.

You can tell we're Londoner boys, can't you?

♪ We are the Lambeth Boys!

♪ We are the Lambeth Boys!

♪ We know our manners

♪ We spend our tanners

♪ We are expected wherever we go

♪ As we're riding down the Lambeth Walk

♪ All the windows open wi-i-i-de

♪ Knock a guy, knock a copper in the eye

♪ We are the Lambeth Boys, oh, oh!

On this side of the river, people know the boys.

And the boys know them.

Back in these familiar streets,

there's no need to shout so loud any more.

There's not so much to shout about.

♪ Swing

(Music ends)

♪ Sweet sixteen, goes to church

♪ Just to see the boys

♪ Laughs and shouts and giggles

♪ At every little noise

♪ Tums her face a little

♪ Every once awhile

♪ Everybody knows she's only putting on the style

♪ Well, putting on the agony

♪ Putting on the style

♪ That's what all the young folk

♪ Are doing all the while

♪ And as I look around me

♪ I sometimes have to smile

♪ Seeing all the young folk

♪ Putting on the style

♪ Well, the young man in the hot rod car

♪ Driving like he's mad

♪ In a pair of yellow gloves

♪ He borrowed from his dad

♪ He makes it go so lively

♪ Just to see his girlfriend smile

♪ Everybody knows he's only putting on the style

♪ Well, putting on the agony

♪ Putting on the style

♪ Well, that's what all the young folk

♪ Are doing all the while

♪ And as I look around me

♪ I sometimes have to smile

♪ Seeing all the young folk

♪ Putting on the style

♪ Well, putting on the agony

♪ Putting on the style

♪ That's what all the young folk

♪ Are doing all the while

♪ And as I look around me

♪ I sometimes have to smile

♪ Seeing all the young folk

♪ Putting on the sty-y-y-y-y-yle

(Cheering)

(Chatter)

(Laughter)

Saturday night's the best night of the week.

And it's nearly over.

There's only another hour or so left.

And then home.

(Car horn)

(Lively chatter)

Righto!

GIRL: Our ma's chips are getting cold.

(Screams)

- Oh, the girl's crying. - The girl can't help it.

- John... Have her away, go on. GIRL: Give us a chip.

- Give us a chip. - I won't give you one.

(Screams)

(Laughter)

When the club make for Tony's fish bar after a Saturday dance,

you can hear the shouting all the way down the road.

There's more of it, probably, than there used to be,

when the people who complain about the young were young themselves.

But, then, there's more traffic in the streets now too.

And more lights.

And more people in the district since the fiats were built all around.

Just the same, a good evening for young people is much as it has always been.

It's for being together with friends and dancing.

And shouting when you feel like it.

Things we'd all like to do.

(Overlapping voices)

John, are you going to that wedding?

- See you tomorrow. - Yeah, all right. See you, John.

Be round about half-past five, Ken.

Yeah, half-past.

- You going out, Phil? - Yeah.

There's a load of girls down there.

Imagine.

I'm going in now, all right?

- When shall I see you? - I'll be round the club about sevenish.

Come up and call for you about half-past five, six, all right?

(Train's whistle)