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We say everyone
is welcome here except the bosses.

Vote for Socialist policy.
Vote for John Chase.

Vote for John Chase,
your Socialist Unity candidate

in the Lambeth Central By-election
this Thursday.

You people over there,

or should I call you
people or trash? Scum?

You're nothing but a dirty lot of scum

who are trying to force upon our children
a multiracial society.

Well, we don't want children
like Ken Gordon

who is a half wop and a half Jew!

We don't want our country
to be inundated,

neither do we want our schools
to be inundated with people like you.

You're nothing but filth, scum,

and you're not to be fit
to be on this earth!

And you say we are trying to do something!

We will, with you lot,
when we get into power!

You can go back
to your so-called "Black brothers,"

'cause we don't want you in our schools.

We don't even want you
to walk our streets.

You're not fit! You're rubbish!
You're scum! You're soapy!

But anyway, I'd like,
on behalf of the YNF Secretariat

to apologise to the local residents
for any inconvenience we've caused,

to apologise to the police for bringing
them out on a cold morning,

and to thank the police very much
for being here, as always.

Um, I think we need three cheers
for the police actually.

The National Front is a Nazi Front!
Smash the National Front!

The National Front is a Nazi Front!

Smash the National Front!

The National Front is a Nazi Front!
Smash the National Front!

The National Front is a Nazi Front!

Smash the National Front!

The National Front is a Nazi Front!
Smash the National Front!

The National Front is a Nazi Front!

Is there anything special
you're looking for at all, mate?

Yeah, can you tell me what's in that one?

Uh, it's just good leather domination mag,
you know, female dom.

- It's quite good.
- Can I have a look at it?

Well, I'm afraid we can't open them,
you know.

We have to have them sealed up
for the police.

Otherwise, we'd get arrested.

But it's a very good
leather domination mag.

Um, have you got anything, um,
sort of stronger?

- I see.
- Yeah, I've got some stronger magazines.

Black... Black women.

Black? I think so. Hang on a second.

Yeah, this one here.
See what you think of that.

How much is that one?

Well, five pounds each.

How much for the two? That one as well.

Uh, I'll do you two for seven pounds,
if you want.

- Okay.
- Yeah?

Uh, do you want a bag for them at all?

No, it's all right,
I'll put them in my case.

Okay.

- There you go. Thanks very much.
- Thanks.

♪ Complete control ♪

♪ You've got to laugh ♪

♪ And every hotel
Said they couldn't get in ♪

♪ We open up the back door
They'd get right out again ♪

♪ On the last tour we got met by the law ♪

- Where are you off to then?
- I'm on my way home, mate.

In Brixton.

Yeah, sure. Raymond.

Seventy-three Hereford Towers,
Loughborough Road, Brixton SW9.

- Age?
- Twenty.

- Date of birth?
- Seventeen, five, '58.

- Where you been then?
- Just been out.

- Where's out?
- Just to a club, you know.

- Queers' club?
- Queers' club? No, darling.

- Get lippy with me.
- Get lippy with you?

- I mean, don't get lippy with me.
- Ah, fucking get lippy,

you make me laugh, you guys.

I'll fucking nick you anytime I like,
all right?

Oh, fucking nick me?

You get a badge, you arseholes,
you all think you're fucking Jack the Lad.

You just fucking keep your, uh...
keep your voice down, all right?

Well, just fucking leave me alone,
you know? I'm trying to get home.

You give me all this fucking hassle,
you know?

I can give you
any fucking hassle I like, all right?

Oh, don't make me laugh,
you jumped up, little fucking creep!

All right, all right, you're drunk!
Come on get in the fucking car.

- You're fucking drunk.
- Get in the fucking car.

- All right, mate? What you get?
- What?

- Drunk and disorderly, a fiver.
- Where you going?

Gain' down to the pub, I think.
Do you want a drink?

- Yeah, why not?
- I'll get you one.

Might as well celebrate, hadn't I?

- Fuck it.
- Yeah.

Freedom.

Haven't seen you since the last Clash gig,
have I, don't think?

Nah. Fuckin' laugh then, weren't it?

Yeah, it was all right.
Bit of a haircut job, isn't it?

Yeah, don't worry about it.
Skins rule, don't they?

- Is it? Skin heads now is it?
- Yeah, this is it.

Don't your head get cold?

Don't be funny, you piss-takin' cunt!

Sweaty parting?

- Quite baggy.
- It's a bit funny, isn't it?

All National Front members,

move along the pavement please,
along the pavement.

Fellow's chucking bricks. Watch out.

- ♪ Police and thieves in the streets ♪
-♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Scaring the nation
With their guns and ammunition ♪

- ♪ Police and thieves in the streets ♪
- ♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Scaring the nation
With their guns and ammunition ♪

♪ Genesis to Revelation ♪

♪ The next generation will be near me ♪

♪ Genesis to Revelation ♪

♪ The next generation will be near me ♪

♪ And all the crowd
Walking in day by day ♪

♪ But you don't try to stop them
In any way ♪

♪ Have you seen people turn war officers ♪

♪ Hear what I say ♪

♪ Police, police, police and thieves ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Police, police, police and thieves ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ From Genesis to Revelation ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

Yeah!

♪ But now your crowd
Walking in day by day ♪

♪ But you don't try to stop it
In any way ♪

♪ And all the...
Turn war officers ♪

♪ Hear what I say ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Sign in red now, take the pledge ♪

♪ You have done wrong, whatever he said ♪

♪ But don't you try to argue
Yes, argue with me ♪

♪ I am your commanding officer
It's useless ♪

♪ Cup of tea, cigarette ♪

Oh, yeah!

♪ Here I go ♪

♪ Take out the gun ♪

♪ The station is bombed ♪

♪ Look out, look out ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ And then suddenly there was a gun ♪

♪ And a man to wield a gun, yeah ♪

♪ Can you pull a trigger
Like you can wangle your fingers? ♪

♪ Say a trigger, you know
And it's made of cold, cold steel ♪

♪ Cold, cold, cold steel ♪

♪ It's a cold, cold, cold
Cold, cold steel ♪

♪ Cold, cold, cold steel ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Yeah, cold steel ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Mm, yes ♪

♪ Police and thieves in the street ♪

♪ Fighting the nation
With their guns and ammunition ♪

♪ Police and thieves in the street ♪

♪ They offered me
The office offered me the shop ♪

♪ They said I'd better take
Anything they'd got ♪

♪ Do you wanna make tea at the BBC? ♪

♪ Do you wanna be
Do you really wanna be a cop? ♪

♪ Career opportunities are the ones
That never knock ♪

♪ Every job they offer you is
To keep you out the dock ♪

♪ Career opportunity
The ones that never knock ♪

♪ I hate the army and I hate the RAF ♪

♪ I don't wanna go fighting
In the tropical heat... ♪

I don't know. I don't think
The Clash should be political, you know?

It's like, most left wing politics.
They're like... like real hypocrisy.

Uh, it's like the Socialist Workers Party,
like, they say like,

"Left Wing is the truth.
Follow the left wing politics."

But like, I don't know.

Left wing is gonna fuck everybody up,
you know?

Especially, Socialist Workers Party
like all communist-backed

like all the others are.

I know how you feel like,
'cause in Russia, it's just a new...

It's just exactly the same as it was
before they had the revolution.

Just a new load of people driving around
in their black cars,

and all the other people walkin',
just the same as before.

- I mean, I know what you mean, but--
- That what it is here isn't it?

But what, why I think,
why I think the left wing's better

than the right wing is because it,

least it's kind of,

it's not just for the, uh, the few,
"The many slaving for the few."

Yeah. But I don't know.

My idea is to, like, make sure
I become one of the few, you know?

What's the point of being one of the few?

Yeah. At the moment there ain't.

But like what happens
when we all become so-called equal?

Right, and someone's gotta control it,

and the people that control it,
then they're, as you said before, mate,

some people are gonna be ridin' around
in their black cars.

So all I wanna do is make sure
that I'm riding round,

and not fucking walking.

Uh, yeah, like when I read
about the Socialist Workers Party,

uh, it makes me more convinced
that I'm a capitalist.

Like, I want to have a lot of money,

and I want to have
like a Rolls Royce Camargue,

and a country mansion,
and a house in Beverley Hills

and everything, you know.

Like servants running around,
and doing what I want.

I just thought about it a lot,

and I just think that there's nothing...
there's nothing there.

You can get all the Rolls Royces,
all the dough,

all the country houses,
all the servants you want,

and I think there's nothing
at the end of that road.

No human life or nothing.

And that's why I just don't want
to go that way.

But that's why I think that,
that it's all of us or none.

You know, I-I don't see the point
in getting all rich,

and lockin' yourself up
in that country mansion

'cause sooner or later some...

some cunt is going to come round
with a shotgun,

and blow your head off or whatever.

It's... There's nothing there.
I'm sure of it.

I don't know. I can't think what to do
with myself, you know?

I'd like to get a job
that I'm really interested in,

then I can really work, you know? Uh...

I wouldn't mind a job with you lot.

'Cause like, I'd like to get really
into electrics and things like that.

I don't know.
How about a job roadying or something.

Well, I don't know, Ray.

I mean, at the moment,
how can I offer you a job?

Uh, we got to pay Johnny.
We gotta pay Baker.

And like, we ain't on the road
at the moment, we're just rehearsing.

How can I offer you a job?
What are you goin' to do?

See my point?

Yeah, right. It's a problem, isn't it?

They don't even get paid as it happens.

Hey, Mick, you're late.
They're waiting in there for you.

All right, Johnny.

- All right.
- You're in nice and early.

Let's get going, then.

I don't know. We're just, um...

kaput, you know, 'cause we can't use one
of the guitar ones.

We ain't got any spares left.

So, like, can I have
an eight by ten Ampeg off you on credit?

♪ Back in the garage
With my bullshit detector ♪

♪ Carbon monoxide
Making sure it's effective ♪

♪ People ringing up
Making offers for my life ♪

♪ But I just wanna stay ♪

♪ In the garage all night ♪

- ♪ We're a garage band ♪
- ♪ Aah ♪

♪ We come from Garageland ♪

♪ Aah ♪

♪ Aah ♪

♪ Meanwhile, things are hotting up
In the West End, all right ♪

♪ There's contracts in the offices
And groups in the night ♪

♪ Oh, my bummin' slummin' friends ♪

♪ They've all got new boots ♪

♪ And someone just asked me ♪

♪ If the group would wear suits ♪

Okay, yeah, but can you bill us that,

and, like, we can let you have it
after the gig, like tomorrow,

when we got some dough.

'Cause we're all brassick on it.

Yeah, I know but, um...

Well, we never really stitched you up
in the past have we?

Well, you know, a little.

♪ I don't wanna go to where
Where the rich are going ♪

♪ I don't wanna know
About what the rich are doing ♪

♪ They think they're so clever
They think they're so right ♪

♪ But the truth is only known ♪

♪ By guttersnipes ♪

Right, if I catch that jerk
who threw that bottle,

his life won't be worth livin'.

The band will be on in about half an hour.

From 1969, this is the Soul Sisters
with "Wreck a Buddy".

Me?

♪ I don't mind, oh ♪

Excuse us.

Sorry.

♪ And if it's big, I do not mind ♪

♪ I want to grind, I want to grind, oh ♪

♪ Me a go crash 'im buddy ♪

My seam straight?

- Oh, ow!
- What the fuck?

Oi, wait. Wait, wait!

♪ A big, strong man to wreck 'im buddy ♪

♪ And if he's ugly, I don't mind, oh ♪

Have you got any money?

Me? No, no, I haven't got anything.

Oh, shit.
Um, maybe, I'll cash this then, I think.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Um...
- Yeah, all right.

Can we go back to your place?

- I suppose so.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Okay, I'll go and cash it.

I'll wait for you
right here then, love, okay?

- Don't call me "love."
- Why not?

'Cause I don't believe in it.

Oh, shit.

I think he's gone to Marylebone.

Who's here then?

The other two are here, but Robin ain't.

- Huh?
- The other two are here, but Robin ain't.

Our brief ain't here yet, either.

We thought it was Marylebone.
You told me Marylebone!

I know. I know. I know.

I'm ring... I'm ringing you at Marylebone.

It's all right 'cause I didn't...

Fuckin' mad.
They carted us off down Brixton, right?

Fuckin' locked us in there.

Fuckin' baths, showers, medicals, right?

Fuckin' works.

And we got... Well, anyway,
we got all brown suits on.

Brown suits look like The Beatles.

Like all five of us.

And then Jonesy
managed to come down, right?

And, like, bailed us out.

Make yourself useful, Ray. Grab the bag.

Now, the drag is like me and Paul
have got to sign on the nick everyday

which ain't gonna help
the group at all, is it?

Yeah. What made the old bill
come around anyway?

Ah, it was amazing.
We was up on, you know,

the roof up above rehearsals, right?

We was standing there with the guns,
right, blasted three pigeons, right?

Three of them, right,
all sort of droppin' down, like,

feathers everywhere and stuff.

Next thing that happened,
there's this helicopter,

Paul goes, "Ah, it's the law!"
I go,

"No, leave it," You know?
No way, right?

And he's going, "Yeah, it is."
So we're just like havin' a look at it.

Next thing, all these heads pop
over the roof, you know.

And they say, "Freeze!"
And so we try and leg it,

And we ran off into this dead end,
and so they nicked us.

And they all come out,
and they start takin' us down the nick.

There was about three panda cars,
couple of squad cars,

black Maria, everythin', like.
They're comin' at us in force.

The thing is, they're tryin'
to say we shot up the trains.

But anyway...

No fucking sweat at all!

The door's closed. Aren't it locked?

Yeah, but...

Yeah, hey. Come in, mate.

- Learned my doubts.
- Down more flats!

It was right smart, it was.

Got one of them dirty little smelly cunts,
kicked him right in the fuckin' head.

Busted his nose good and proper,
I'll tell you.

How would I know?

Fucking hate them.
Horrible lookin' bastards!

You seen these fuckin'
Anti-Nazi League posters, Tel?

Yeah, they're fuckin' cunts, ain't they?

They don't say
they're fuckin' socialists, do they?

Says fuckin' "Anti-Nazi" and "NF."

Now, look what
they're fucking tryin' to do.

Brainwash kids.

Yeah, well, they're cowards, aren't they?

Yeah. Make me fuckin' sick.

I could kill every fucking one of them.

- Bastards!
- All right.

Ain't that fucking bad, is it?

Of course, it's that bad! They're cunts!

All right. Let's get on with the game.

Cheers.

Oh, fuck it.

- Here.
- Cheers, mate.

Have you seen Clash lately?
Have you seen Joe?

I've heard you're getting' in with them,
hanging around them a bit.

Like, I've heard you want a fuckin' job
with them.

Cheers, Tel.

Yeah, I don't know. I wouldn't mind
a job with them, you know?

I think next time I see Joe
or one of the others,

I'll ask them for a job again.

If you want,
I'll put in a good word for you.

You know Joe's my cousin, don't you?

- Is he?
- Yeah.

And as for Mick, he's just a dope freak.

That's all right.
He's a nice geezer.

Yeah, well, if you want I'll put in
a word for you, it's up to you.

- Do you want me to?
- If you can, yeah. Why not?

Do you see them?
Know where I could find them?

I don't know.
I ain't seen them for a long time.

...deal with these people

with the way they deserve
to be dealt with.

What you doing backstage,
have you got a pass? Have you got a pass?

Yeah, we got pass.
Come on, hey.

...because everybody hates
the fascists.

That's why we're here!

Try to start taking it out
on our own sort.

Anyway, next on stage will be The Clash,
that'll be about...

- Up the bar.
- That's what I said.

But now I-I stand there,

- like, I feel spare.
- Yeah.

I feel like, what am I supposed to do now,
you know.

I feel like I should have something
in my hand, like, for a start a fag,

- and then a drink, right?
- A drink, yeah.

And I can't have either.

And, like, I get all nervous,
I think people are looking at me,

and going, "Oh, look,
there's that cunt Strummer!" You know?

"Why's he such a star,
he ain't talkin' to us."

- Yeah.
- But that's it, isn't it, you know?

What I mean, like, you go
and you wanna watch a group.

And you have to watch them
'cause you can't get drunk.

- Yeah.
- So you have to watch the group,

and you think
what a load of fucking shit!

Oh, fuck it on me, Todd,
you know what I mean?

I know, like, this guy I know,
he knows friends out there,

so they'll put me up.

So I'll fucking have some of that.

I just wanna go about fuckin' three weeks,
get away from this shit hole!

Fuckin' bores the bollocks off me,
you know what I mean?

Uh, I'd like to have gone with you lot,
but it ain't on the cards so--

- Done the lists, John?
- Yeah.

Yeah, great!

All right. Fuck, yeah.

- Joe's lending me his towel, right?
- You gonna enjoy this? Really?

- It's fuckin' such a load of bollocks!
- What?

You know what I mean? It's all fucking
Anti-National-Front communist shit,

you know what I mean?
It's all fucking bollocks, isn't it?

Fucking hell, there's going to be
about 50,000 people.

It'll be all right.

But it just seems like
such fucking bollocks, don't it?

You know what I mean, like, all Anti-Nazi,
and all fucking shit like, well...

- Students.
- Yeah, that's it.

Cunts at University, they never go out,
then all of a sudden,

"Oh, Anti-Fascists! Let's get in on this,
lads," isn't it? Oh, fuck off.

Put money in the Anti-Nazi League Fund,

and help us to carry on our fight
against racism and fascism.

Don't be too mean to fight the fascists!

Price of a packet of fags
against the Nazis!

How's that for a bargain?

The price of freedom is eternal vigilance!

If you want to see
more propaganda and more posters

directed against the filth of racism,
and the National Front...

Yeah, the crew!

You're all enrolled?

For those of you who've just
come down to London...

"London's Burning!"

♪ London's Burning ♪

♪ All across the town
All across the night ♪

♪ Everybody's driving
With full headlight ♪

♪ Black and white you turn it on
To face the new religion ♪

♪ Everybody's sitting round
Watching television ♪

♪ London's burning with boredom now
London's burning dial 999 ♪

♪ Up and down the West Way
In and out the lights ♪

♪ A great traffic system, it's so bright ♪

♪ I can't think of a better way
To spend the night ♪

♪ Than speeding around
In the yellow lights ♪

♪ London's burning with boredom now
London's burning dial 999 ♪

♪ London's burning with boredom now ♪

♪ Dial 999 ♪

Anti-Nazi League.

This is the official collection
for the Anti-Nazi League.

Can you give as much money
as you possibly can, please?

We need some of the money
from the 98,000 people

that have come to this rally.

We need some of your money from you
to help pay for today's events.

Pull the fucking switch! Hey!

Pull the fucking plugs out, mate.

- Hang on!
- Oi, Joe,

they pulled the fucking plugs
'cause we're running late, that's what.

Uh, someone's pulled the plug out.

Hey, plug 'em in John!

- Go!
- I can't believe it.

Fuck off! Fuck off!

I wanna hear you sing it!

Okay, let's go!

- Leave me alone.
- What?

- All right? Okay?
- Yeah!

We're gonna do one more number,
and I'll do it with them, all right?

Yeah!

"White Riot!"

♪ White riot, I wanna riot
White riot, a riot of me own ♪

♪ Black man gotta lot of problems
But they don't mind throwing a brick ♪

♪ White people go to school
Where they teach you how to be thick ♪

♪ And everybody's doing
Just what they're told to ♪

♪ And nobody wants to go to jail ♪

♪ White riot, I wanna riot
White riot, a riot of me own ♪

♪ All the power is in the hands
Of people rich enough to buy it ♪

♪ While we walk the streets
Too chicken to even try it ♪

♪ And everybody's doing
Just what they're told to ♪

♪ And nobody wanna go to jail ♪

♪ White riot, I wanna riot
White riot, a riot of me own ♪

They're just going up
to sell records!

♪ White riot, I wanna riot
White riot, a riot of me own ♪

Yeah!

Fucking amazing!

For those people who live
in the tower blocks,

so they'll be able to hear you,
can we hear it please for The Clash!

More! More!

More!

Do you want more of The Clash?

- More!
- More!

- Clash!
- Clash!

- More!
- More!

More Clash!

More!

Fuck him! More!

- Fucking cunt.
- Yeah, I know, Ray.

Fucking long-haired cunt!

We want more! We want more!
We want more!

Get this idiot off the stage!

Don't you fucking call me an idiot,
or I'll knock your fucking head off!

Get him in the office.

Fuck! You flash cunt!

Ah, what's up, Ray?
How are you, you big slob?

All right, John, see my fuckin' eye
and what those cunts at Victoria Park did

when they tried to throw us
off the fuckin' stage?

Yeah, I can see it.
Still, I was glad you were there,

like, helpin' with the plugs.

Yeah, it was fuckin' all these
university-type people, isn't it?

I don't know. I think these cunts that go
to university, it like numbs their brains.

Yeah, well, those people were runnin'
the Anti-Nazi League, weren't they?

Yeah, fuckin' left-wing wankers!

Yeah, maybe.

Hey, listen, Ray.
Um, listen, what you doing next week?

Not a lot. Why?

Well, we got a couple of gigs,
like, up North,

and that bloke's just like ditched out,

and we need someone
to help me and Baker doing the roadying.

Are you interested?

- Yeah.
- Uh, well, listen,

there's like various things
you gotta learn,

and like you're gonna
have to come up the studio.

So I have to show you some things
before you go out on the road.

So is that all right?

Yeah, that sounds all right, John.
I'll give you a call.

Well, like, you got my number,
but are you free next week?

Yeah, well,
like this don't mean nothing.

Yeah, we'll see.

Oh, well, the big one.

- There's no what?
- There's no thing...

screw to tighten it down, you know?

That's right. That's why it's a duff one
'cause Baker's got two with him.

'Cause, you know, Bobby plays his
right there. Topper plays it there!

He'd love that.
He fuckin' turns up and gets it like that!

I don't know
if I got the right cymbals.

It's all right.

You were there just now
and you fucked off.

That's all right 'cause they come down
in a straight slide, right?

It's all right.

One, two, two.

One, two, two.

♪ Midnight to six man ♪

♪ For the first time from Jamaica ♪

♪ Dillinger and Leroy Smart ♪

♪ Delroy Wilson, your cool operator ♪

♪ Ken Boothe the UK pop reggae ♪

♪ With backing sound system ♪

♪ And if they got anything to say ♪

♪ There's many Black ears here to listen ♪

♪ But it was Four Tops all night
Encores from stage right ♪

♪ Charges in the bass
Knives in the treble ♪

♪ But onstage they ain't got no roots
Rock Rebel ♪

♪ Onstage they ain't got no roots
Rock Rebel ♪

♪ 'Cause it won't get you anywhere ♪

♪ Fooling with your fists ♪

♪ The British Army is waiting out there ♪

♪ Weighing 1,500 tons ♪

♪ White youth, Black youth ♪

♪ Better find another solution ♪

♪ Why not phone up Robin Hood ♪

♪ Let me say revolution ♪

♪ Oh, my God ♪

♪ Punk rocker in the UK ♪

♪ They won't notice anyway ♪

♪ You're all too busy fighting ♪

♪ For a good place under the lighting ♪

♪ New groups are not concerned ♪

♪ Not with what is to learn ♪

♪ Burton suits, they think it's funny ♪

♪ Turning rebellion into money ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ All over, people change their votes ♪

♪ Along with their overcoats ♪

♪ If Adolf Hitler flew in today ♪

♪ They'd send a limousine anyway ♪

♪ I'm the all night drug prowling wolf ♪

♪ Who looks so sick in the sun ♪

Come here! Come on. Off you go, now!

♪ In the Palais
Just, oh, looking for fun ♪

♪ Only looking for fun ♪

♪ Nightlife, just give me some fun ♪

♪ Hey, man, put away your gun ♪

♪ Ah, ooh, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ooh, ah ♪

Okay.

This song made possible by Freddy Laker.

♪ Yankee ♪

♪ Say it now ♪

♪ Yankee detectives ♪

Fuck off!

♪ I'm so bored with the USA ♪

♪ I'm so bored with the USA ♪

♪ Yeah, what can I do? ♪

♪ Yankee stars and stripes
Let's play the Watergate tape ♪

♪ All salute the New Wave
Hope nobody escape ♪

♪ Yankee stars and stripes ♪

♪ Let's raise it
Why, I don't know ♪

♪ I'm so bored with the USA ♪

♪ I'm so bored with the USA ♪

♪ Whatcha gotta... ♪

♪ I'm so bored with the USA ♪

♪ I'm so bored with the USA ♪

♪ Whatcha gonna do? ♪

♪ Light's out, whatcha gonna do? ♪

♪ Baby ♪

Get off the fucking stage!

♪ I'm so bored with the USA ♪

♪ I'm so bored with the USA ♪

♪ Oh, what can I do? ♪

♪ Rocky, rocky, rocky ♪

Hey!

Hey, you cunts!
Leave them alone for fuck's sake.

- About time!
- Go away!

Hey!

Help! Back off! Oi!

♪ He's in love with rock and roll, whoa ♪

♪ He's in love with getting stoned, whoa ♪

♪ With Janie Jones, whoa
But he don't like his boring job ♪

♪ No, no ♪

♪ Let them go ♪

♪ Let them go! ♪

- ♪ Go ♪
- ♪ Go, go, go, go ♪

Let them go! They're fuckin' dancing!

- All right.
- They're dancing not fighting!

- All right!
- Let them go! Leave 'em alone!

Come on, knock it off!
We still got another song to do yet.

All right, cool it!
Simmer down, control your temper!

We still got another fucking song
to do yet,

which is entitled, "I Want A Riot,
A Riot Of My Own!"

Oh!

Fat bastard! Let me go!

♪ White riot, I wanna riot
White riot, a riot of my own ♪

♪ Black man gotta lot a problems
But they don't mind throwing a brick ♪

♪ And everybody's doing
What they're told to ♪

♪ Nobody wants ♪

♪ White riot, I wanna riot
White riot, a riot of my own ♪

Oh!

♪ And everybody's doing
What they're told to ♪

♪ Nobody wanna to go to jail ♪

Ah!

♪ White riot, a riot of my own ♪

♪ White riot, I wanna riot
White riot, a riot of my own ♪

Here come the heroes
after their great heroic gig!

You murderers! Bastards!

- Ray!
- Jesus!

The Bill have grabbed Joe, mate, outside!

- The Bill?
- Yeah, grabbed him

in the fucking wagon, mate.

They've grabbed Paul,
and they fucking knocked him

on the ground and coshed him!

- It's going mad out there.
- They've hit Paul?

- Yeah, Ray.
- Is he all right?

I don't know, mate.
They've grabbed him in the wagon--

Then try and find out what the station is,
you know, and get down there.

Uh, the bouncers should have fucking been
in that court not the fans.

The whole lot of them.

If we had the time we'd have pleaded
not guilty to your charges.

- You did nothin'.
- They was lying!

I didn't fucking...
I wasn't swearing at the police.

I was swearing at that bird
who was calling me a cunt.

Well, did you fucking tell him
that it was... Fucking, we did well,

we did well last night.

Soddin. We don't need that shit.
We did really well.

Yeah. Clash on parole.
We was lying in a cell.

We were laughing, yeah.

I tell you when we got
in the police station,

there was all the people from the concert

were all lined up in a row, right?
All like this.

And they dragged us in, right?
And they all went, "Ooh, aye!"

And they all went, "Shut up, shut up!"

And all these punk rock fans were there.
It was great.

And there was this bloke singing,
"I don't wanna be the prisoner,"

and banging on the door.

Some bloke pulled the hinges off,
didn't he?

Fucking great, it was.
It was great in the prison.

They were nice blokes there.

Yeah. It's fine.

Let's get out of this fucking city.

All right. Let's get some nice rest.

Let-let Bernie sort out
who's going with who.

See you down there.

♪ And I look to my left
And I look to my right ♪

♪ And I'm looking for a man ♪

♪ And I'm looking for a sign ♪

- ♪ I want a sign ♪
- ♪ Oh ♪

♪ I don't wanna be the prisoner ♪

Stop fighting! Stop it!
Just cool out.

- We ain't gonna play if you gonna fight.
- Calm down, you slobs.

There's no need to fight.
This is rock 'n roll, not fighting!

Okay, let's do some "White Riot."

- Let's choose some of that.
- Completely.

And, like, just seeing that, right,
do you know what I mean?

Like when you see one
of your mates getting duffed up, right?

- You just want to jump in.
- Yeah, right.

So I just fucking threw myself
on top of Joe.

Fucking cunt grabbed me from behind,
just like that.

Just dragged me into the road, fucking,
you know, doing the coshin' bit.

And, like, in the car, right?
The bloke goes to me, he goes...

he goes, "Look, where...
where do you come from," right?

And I said, "London, right."

And he goes, "Oh! This is Glasgow, mate."

So, I mean, like, after that,
they sort of pulled me out the car,

at the police station
in fucking handcuffs right,

pulled me straight over.

- Go ahead.
- And then, I... I got taken to...

I was taken to the doorway,
and half way through the doorway,

they knocked me on the ground, right?
And they...

I was lying
on the ground with me handcuffs,

trying to fucking get up.

Meanwhile, there's two other blokes,
like, holding me leg down,

and there's another bloke kicking me
up the side, right.

And I'm trying to get up, right?
And this other bloke's pulling away

on the fucking handcuffs, right.

Fuckin' crazy.
I'll tell you something really funny.

As soon as we got in there, right?
Old Joe was standing in there, right?

I saw Joe, what, his eyes all red,
right, because, like, he just fucking...

Oh, he was going berserk, isn't he?

- Yeah.
- I mean, he got uptight.

So, I mean, like,
we sort of went up to each other, like,

- sort of like this and we sort of...
- Shake hands in handcuffs.

Well, we was just sort of nudging
each other's heads, right?

Just to sort of acknowledge
that we was there, right?

And then, he goes,
"Oh they're fuckin' queers," right?

"We won't put them in the same room,"
'cause we was kissing.

♪ Walking down the road
With a pistol in your waist ♪

♪ Johnny, you're too bad, oh ♪

♪ Walking down the road
With the ratchet in your waist ♪

♪ Johnny, you're too bad, oh ♪

Hang on.

Who is it?

It's Ray.

I just heard the Old Bill
are nosing around.

Yeah? Well, come in quick.

Close the door behind you.

Are you all right?

I'm fucked.

How do you mean?

I'm sick to death of this lark.

I can't decide whether to laugh or cry.

This tour's the limit.

Don't worry about it.
It'll be over pretty soon.

And remember that all these punters
are just stroppy wankers.

They're animals. I was.

What does it say on that shirt?

Brigade Rosse.

Brigade, what?

- Rosse.
- What's that?

It's the name of a pizza restaurant.

Uh, I thought it was a martini
or Cinzano or something.

It's the terrorists.
The Red Brigades from Italy.

Ah, I read something about them somewhere.

What about this thing
in the middle of the shirt.

- RAF?
- Yeah? What's that?

Red Army Faction.

That's another communist thing, yeah?

I don't know.

They can't be if they shoot communists.

It seems strange then that they use red.

Because they're from the left.

'Cause to me, that's all the same.

Left and communism, there's no difference.

♪ Tommy Gun, you ain't happy
Unless you got one ♪

♪ Tommy Gun
Heading for the grave carrying one ♪

♪ Maybe he wants to die for the money ♪

♪ Maybe he wants to kill for his country ♪

♪ Everything he wants
He is gonna get it ♪

♪ Tommy Gun, you'd be dead
When your war is won ♪

♪ Tommy Gun
Headin' for the grave carrying one ♪

♪ I can watch you make it
On the nine o'clock news ♪

♪ Standing there in Palestine
Lighting the fuse ♪

♪ Whatever you want you're gonna get it ♪

♪ Tommy Gun, you'd be dead
When your war is won ♪

♪ Tommy Gun, but did you have
To gun down everyone? ♪

♪ I can see it's kill or be killed ♪

♪ A nation of destiny, be fulfilled ♪

♪ Whatever you want, you're gonna get it ♪

♪ Tommy Gun, you can be a hero
In an age of none ♪

♪ Tommy Gun, I'm cutting out your picture
From page one ♪

♪ I'm gonna get a jacket just like yours
And give my false support to your cause ♪

♪ Whatever you want you're gonna get it ♪

All right!

♪ Boats and tanks and planes
It's your game ♪

♪ Kings and queens and generals
Learn your name ♪

♪ I seen pictured innocents ♪

♪ Day and night ♪

♪ If death comes so cheap ♪

♪ Then the same goes for life ♪

I told you.

♪ Wouldn't it be nice
Wouldn't it be lovely? ♪

Leave it out, Bal!

You been drinkin' again, Baker?

Fuckin' hell, what a cunt.

- You got it?
- No, won't fuckin' grip!

Here you go, fuck it.

Do here, um...

♪ We met when we were at school ♪

Yeah, this is it.

It's better than our place, anyway.

Yeah? Well, you're only
in a small bed and breakfast.

Hope we can get some
room service or something.

All right?

Hey, Johnny.

Johnny.

- Who is it?
- It's Ray.

What do you want?

Can I come in to bed, John?

Oh, all right then, Ray.

...my shoes.

You should see the state
of his face and his hands.

He looks pretty out of it.

I don't know. Fucking all the booze
and two bottles of brandy.

Fuckin' not surprisin', is it?

Hang on a second.

- Johnny.

- What?
- Can you kip somewhere else?

Oh, where?

Go for a walk for something.
For a while.

Is it personal?

'Cause I can't do nothing
if there's someone else in the room.

Yeah? So do me a favour, all right.

Uh, all right, Ray.

- Cheers, mate.
- What, now?

Yeah. Come back a bit later! Ta!

Okay.

Sorry.

Where's me fucking bins?

All right.

Mm, I'm going back to London tomorrow.

London? God,
I really hate that place, now.

I'm fed up with it.

I love it.

I don't believe in love anyway.
Uh, it's too much for me to face.

So how do you like
roadying then, Ray?

It's a pretty good laugh, you know.
It's all right.

Takes a lot of getting used to it,
but it's okay.

I like being away, you know?

When I'm away from London,
I enjoy myself a lot more.

So I reckon I can...
I find working easier.

I say, even if it's a lot harder.

Yeah, work's one thing,
but when you're touring,

you've only got
four or five hours sleep a night...

- I can get used to it.
- ...and you're off again.

I'm doing that though, anyway,
like just sitting indoors you know,

go out every night,
get a bit pissed, and then, go home.

And then, get up in the morning anyway,
so I'm used to it.

You ain't even got time
to get pissed though, you know.

- It's that bad.
- Save myself a lot of money, won't I?

You're fucking mad, you cunt.

Don't move, stay on the back of the bus.

There's little point
in creating prosperity,

if having done it,

we fear we might be attacked
in the streets,

or we or our property assaulted at home.

And I believe, Madam Chairman,
that above all else,

the people of this country
wish to be protected against violence,

theft and intimidation.

Now, I think, Madam Chairman,
that the whole nation

has been absolutely shocked

by reports of two horrifying attacks
on elderly ladies,

one of whom died,

and the other was
systematically humiliated and robbed.

But I think those two outrages
do illustrate a much wider scandal.

It is that all over the country,
particularly, in our large urban areas,

old people do go in fear and trembling
as never before

during either the lifetime
of their parents or grandparents.

We're entitled to ask
what is happening to our country,

where our old folk are no longer safe.

Of course, a great deterrent to crime
is the probability of getting caught.

But over the past four years
that probability has receded.

In London, only 21
out of every hundred offenders

are caught and convicted.

We don't give enough priority to getting
the police force up to strength.

All right, Paul. What do you get?

Nothing. Ain't been done yet.
We gotta go again.

- What? Why won't they do it?
- Huh?

- Why won't they do it?
- I don't know.

Let's hope the police are ready
to go ahead with the case next time,

instead of wasting time,
and mucking us around time after time.

The police haven't got any evidence.

Nothing's goin' to happen is it?

Thank you very much. Ba-bye.

- Are they all right?
- What you think will happen, Paul?

Don't know.
We'll get hanged, that's what.

- Bit of luck, innit?
- Bit of luck, yeah.

Death of The Clash. Fuck it.
You going down the pub?

I don't know.

- All right.
- I'll see you back.

Basically the three of them,
uh, Paul, Peter, and Topper,

pleaded guilty to "criminal damage."

Um, they, uh, got, um, fined,
each one of them, 30 pounds each.

Yes. Um, Paul has to pay 20 pounds
towards his legal aid,

and, um, Pete and Nicky have
to pay ten pounds towards their legal aid.

And they have to compensate
Mr George Walter Dole,

whose pigeons they are,
were, the sum of 700 pounds.

Uh, which is quite good actually
because it got whittled down from 1,500

to, uh, 700 pounds
through the good offices

of, uh, one, David Mellor, QC.

♪ Well, no one pays to ride
On the rock n' roller coaster ♪

♪ And we went out and got our name
In small print on the poster ♪

♪ Of course, we got a manager
And though, he ain't the mafia ♪

♪ A contract is a contract
When they get them out of you ♪

Slice, slice!

Yeah, Baker, remember "slob" Ray?

Slob Ray?

How could I forget him? Fucking hell!

A real slob.

He got pissed, and he'd lean all over you,
and nearly knock you on the floor.

On the road, you know,
he was just, like, hopeless.

He'd just, like, hang around, you know?

He'd like get to the gig, set the gear up
in all the wrong place and...

I don't know, like, you'd get there,

and you'd have to undo everything
that he'd done.

He'd be off in the bar, picking up birds.

Remember at Dunstable
when you were putting all the gear away?

And I was getting the band
ready to leave 'cause I was driving.

And what was he doing?

Sitting there with that bird in his lap,
do you remember, that little bird?

Nah, I don't remember that.

Couldn't cope with it on the road,
I don't think,

broke up his private life too much.

That "Thin Lizzy" gig, we left him.

- Stranded.
- Told him to get a cab!

I don't think he could cope
with the loss of private life.

Like, I was driving the bands,
and like, he'd get there.

And his brief was to set all the gear up
in the right positions,

and I'd come along,
and put it exactly right.

And I'd get there,
and there'd be stuff all over the stage,

and he'd be standing there...

standing there with a beer can
in his hand saying,

"Oh. Here, John, I tried!"

And it was just
like a waste of time really,

he was a sort of glorified humper.

You know, I think he was just a con man.

He was a bit of a big and old Ray,
weren't he?

A real con man.

♪ All the young punks ♪

♪ All the young punks ♪

♪ All the young cunts ♪

♪ Face front, we got the future
Shining like a piece of gold ♪

♪ But I swear as we get closer
It looks more like a lump of coal ♪

♪ But it's better than some factory
Now, that's no place to waste your youth ♪

♪ I worked for a week once
But always got the boot ♪

♪ All the young punks laugh your life
'Cause there ain't much to cry for ♪

♪ All you young cunts live it now
'Cause there ain't much to die for ♪

- What you been doing lately?
- Ah, working in the fucking bookshop.

- A Bookshop?
- Yeah, boring as old shit.

All the fucking perverts coming in
buying their bollocks.

- Oh, one of them.
- Yeah, fucking right, yeah.

What you wanna do then?

Me, I fucking... I wanna get back
on the road with someone, you know?

- Yeah.
- Get into the States or something.

Yeah, can be a laugh,
but it's a lot of hard work sometimes.

Yeah, well, I don't know, fuck it.
Hard work pays off, don't it?

Least you get some enjoyment out of it.

Well, it's better than working
in a bookshop, I suppose.

That's it, you know.

I wanna go to the States, man,

- but working at the time.
- Mm-hm.

♪ When we got thrown out
I left without much fuss ♪

♪ The weekends, we'd go dancing
Down Streatham on the bus ♪

♪ You always made me laugh ♪

♪ Got me in bad fights ♪

♪ Playing pool all night ♪

♪ Smoking menthol ♪

♪ I practised daily in my room ♪

♪ You were down the crown
Planning your next move ♪

♪ Go on a nicking spree
Hit the wrong guy ♪

♪ Each of you get three years in Brixton ♪

♪ I did my very best to write ♪

♪ How was Butlin's?
Were the screws too tight? ♪

♪ When you lot get out
We're gonna hit the town ♪

♪ We'll burn it fucking down to a cinder ♪

♪ Well, years have passed
And things have changed ♪

♪ And I move any way I wanna go ♪

♪ And I'll never forget the feeling I got
When I heard that you'd got home ♪

♪ And I'll never forget
The smile on my face ♪

♪ 'Cause I knew where you would be ♪

♪ And if you're in the crown tonight
Have a drink on me ♪

♪ But go easy ♪

♪ Step lightly ♪

♪ Stay free ♪

It's a fucking heavy song, man,
you know, like,

you's from South London, Brixton,
all that, you know?

Right. It's... like,
real chokey, you know.

It's like Brixton, Streatham is like,
things like from like 12 to 17.

It's your life put in one.
It's fucking... you shouldn't do it, man.

Fucking, it's a bit heavy
on the fucking guts and the heart. Shit.

I mean, I don't know. Take a drink, man.

Mm. You gonna do that one all the time?

Don't think we'll be doing it live.

Right. It's fucking...
it's really emotional, ain't it?

About the most emotional thing
that you've ever done.

But it's like, I don't know,
like, you come from Brixton.

I come from Brixton.
So, I don't know, it really gets...

Right, all these other guys,
like, they ain't gonna get.

It's like Streatham and Brixton.
It ain't gonna mean nothing to them.

- But when you do it, it's like...
- They know. They know.

You reckon they will?
I don't know. I fuckin' hope so.

But, like, your teenage life,
it's like all summed up in one song.

And then they'll say,
"What's all this teenage bit about like?

Buses to Streatham and everything?"

And they'll know nothing
about the Locarno and whatever.

And so I don't know.

I hope it goes fucking into them,
rather than over them.

You're nicked.

- What's going on?
- Stand against the wall.

These are nice clothes, Byron.

Where'd you get the money?

Over here!

- No!
- Get by the wall.

Shut up and drop your strides!

- Come on. Down. Down.
- Shut up.

- Where did you get the purse?
- It's my girl's, man.

What's her name?

There he is.

Oh, no.

What are you, "Black power" jealous
or the National Front?

Back of the van!

I thought you said I have
complete control.

One, two. One, two. One, two.

- No.
- No?

- No!
- Okay, great.

♪ I went to the market ♪

♪ To realise my soul ♪

♪ 'Cause what I need I just don't have ♪

♪ First they curse
Then they press me till I hurt ♪

♪ We say Rudie can't fail ♪

♪ I don't trust you, so why trust me? ♪

♪ Oh, all over town spread fast ♪

♪ They're dirty, they're filthy ♪

♪ They ain't gonna last ♪

♪ Control, Jesus, control ♪

♪ C-O-N, control ♪

♪ Control ♪

♪ Get it up, back it up
Back it up, shout it out ♪

♪ C-O-N, control ♪

All right!

♪ Shooting, shooting ♪

♪ You bow down today ♪

♪ C-O-N, control ♪

♪ This is Joe public speaking ♪

♪ Controlled in the body
Controlled in the mind ♪

♪ This is punk, sing up
Rock it, get it up-a-rock it ♪

♪ C-O-N, control ♪

Yo. What the hell is wrong with you?
You think you're so fucking cool.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Aberdeen! Manchester! Perthshire!

Newcastle!

- "Safe European Home!"
- Sorry.

One, two, three, four!

♪ I just got back
And I wish I never leave now ♪

- ♪ Where to go ♪
- ♪ Went to a place I can't tell now ♪

♪ Where to go ♪

♪ How many local dollars
For a local anaesthetic? ♪

♪ Where to go ♪

♪ The Johnny on the corner
Was very sympathetic ♪

♪ Where to go ♪

♪ I went to the place
Where every White face ♪

♪ Is an invitation to robbery ♪

♪ And sitting here
In my safe European home ♪

♪ I don't wanna go back there again ♪

♪ Martian arrival at the airport, yeah ♪

♪ Where to go ♪

♪ What I say and wouldn't it be lovely? ♪

♪ Where to go ♪

♪ How many local dollars
For a local anaesthetic? ♪

♪ Where to go ♪

♪ The Johnny on the corner
Was very sympathetic ♪

♪ Where to go ♪

♪ I went to the place
Where every White face ♪

♪ Is an invitation to robbery ♪

♪ And sitting here
In my safe European home ♪

♪ Don't want to go back there again ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ They got the weed
They got the palm tree ♪

♪ Where to go ♪

♪ They got the dread ♪

♪ They got the smoker ♪

♪ Where to go ♪

♪ How many local dollars
For a local anaesthetic? ♪

♪ Where to go ♪

♪ Then I'd say must be back some day ♪

♪ Where to go ♪

♪ I went to the place
Where every White face ♪

♪ Is an invitation to robbery ♪

♪ And sitting here
In my safe European home ♪

♪ Don't want to go back there again ♪

♪ Again ♪

♪ Rudie come from Jamaica ♪

♪ Rudie get bail ♪

♪ Rudie come from Jamaica
Big man can't fail ♪

♪ Rudie come, Rudie go ♪

♪ No one knows what rude boy know
Rudie come from Jamaica ♪

All right!

♪ Rudie, Rudie, Rudie, Rudie, Rudie ♪

♪ Rudie boy, Rudie know
Rudie, Rudie, Rudie, Rudie, Rudie ♪

♪ No one knows what your rude boy knows ♪

♪ Rudie shoots, Rudie loots ♪

♪ No one knows what rude boy knows ♪

♪ Rudie, Rudie, Rudie, Rudie, Rudie
No one knows, tell the truth ♪

♪ Rudie, Rudie, Rudie, Rudie, Rudie ♪

♪ Rudie, Rudie ♪

Now, give me your answer.
Give me your answer. True.

♪ What the hell is wrong with you? ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ You're just doing
What you're supposed to do ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ What's my name? ♪

- ♪ Name ♪
- ♪ My name! ♪

♪ Name ♪

♪ Say I got it, gotta watch out ♪

♪ I tried to join a ping-pong club ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Sign on the door, all full up ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ What's my name? ♪

♪ Name ♪

♪ Call a party, Rudie don't know ♪

♪ Just 'cause he don't look you
In the eye ♪

♪ They say, Rudie say Rudie gonna die ♪

♪ I'm round the back house at night ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Ask you a question, sleeping tight ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ What's my name? ♪

♪ Name ♪

- ♪ My name ♪
- ♪ Name ♪

♪ Name ♪

♪ Gubba, gubba, gubba ♪

♪ It's in the fridge ♪

Hello, John.

Fucking hell, Ray!
What are you doing here?

I come up for a lig.
I got nothin' better to do.

What's all this then?
Brought some records?

No, it's all I could find
to chuck some clothes in.

It's a bit flash, ain't it?

It's all right, you know.
It fucking does its purpose, don't it?

Huh. All right.

Hey, John,
can I stay in your room tonight?

I ain't got a spare bed for you, mate.
And, like, it's just a bit tight.

Come on.

No, no, you can't because, like,
you know, on this tour,

it's like everything's
got really tightened up.

It's supposed to be really professional,
you know, not the old days.

Oh, it sounds a bit fucking stroppy.

One, two, three!

♪ I just got back
And I wish I never leave now ♪

♪ Where to go ♪

♪ Went to a place I can't tell now ♪

♪ Where to go ♪

♪ How many local dollars
For a local anaesthetic? ♪

♪ Where to go ♪

♪ The Johnny on the corner
Was very sympathetic ♪

♪ Where to go ♪

♪ I went to the place
Where every White face ♪

♪ Is an invitation to robbery ♪

♪ And sitting here
In my safe European home... ♪

One more...

There's one more, you know?

- Again?
- You can't come in with that bottle.

- Oh.
- You have to drink it before you come in.

All right. Look, you-you take it then.

- No, because I'm on duty.
- But you can.

Right, I'll leave it here, right?
'Cause I gotta go. I'm in a rush.

I gotta go down.
Is it okay if I leave it down here?

Go take it outside.

Hey, you wanna drink?
All right. Great, okay.

- Who are you with?
- Eh? I'm with The Clash.

I got a pass here, you know?
I'm with the group, right?

- Okay.
- Okay. Cheers. Good luck.

...will be The Clash on stage tonight.

Will be here very soon.

Did you see that Black geezer
singing "White Riot"?

I thought that was really funny.

Yeah? What's so funny about it.
I been watching you.

Yeah, I've noticed that, quite a lot.

I mean, I wish that more Black guys
would come to our gigs.

Yeah, that's all right, but like not
to see a "lemonade" singing "White Riot",

you know what I mean?

There's not enough.

It's great
to see Black geezers coming, but, like,

watching a Black geezer singing
"White Riot"

is like watching a White man
chanting "Rastafari."

- All this Black...
- You know what I think, don't you?

Yeah, I suppose I do.

Right. So that's it really.
I'm watching you.

- Yeah, I'll keep it in mind.
- Do.

♪ Ain't got no reason to drag around ♪

♪ I'm the right kind of colour
In the White part of town ♪

♪ But all the people
Down in Brixton town ♪

♪ Say, "Hey, White boy
Won't you lend me a pound?" ♪

♪ Ain't got no pound
Nor any dollar nor a quid ♪

♪ I'd pick my own pocket, well, if I did ♪

♪ I got the same chances
That any Black man do ♪

Well, they say, "White boy
Your new job is through" ♪

♪ Well, the Black man got the rhythm
And White man got the law ♪

♪ And I know which one
I'd be looking for ♪

♪ Don't care about the country
Going to rack and ruin ♪

♪ The whole world will follow
And they'll be singing this tune ♪

No, thanks. I gave it up.
It's fucking me up.

What are you going to do
with yourself, anyway?

I don't know.

You shouldn't get too involved.

Maybe I should be Black.
People treat me like a nigger.

Yeah, we need liggers.
You should get paid.

I chose to go on the dole.

Why stop ligging?

I like music.
You're doing really well. Great.

But I don't think you should mix
your music with politics anymore.

I know there's loads
of ordinary groups around,

but you shouldn't be too political
with your music.

I know life is, but I don't like it.

It annoys me
when music gets mixed up with it.

Do you remember Sam Philips said about

if you could find a White bloke
who sang like a nigger,

he'd be a millionaire?

And then, he found Elvis,

and the silly cunt sold him
for 35,000 dollars!

♪ Come on, baby, let the good times roll ♪

♪ Come on, baby, let me thrill your soul ♪

♪ Come on, baby, let the good times roll ♪

♪ All, all night long ♪

♪ Come on, baby, let the good times roll ♪

♪ Come on, baby, let me thrill your soul ♪

♪ Come on, baby, let the good times roll ♪

♪ Roll all night long ♪

♪ I feel so good ♪

♪ When you're around ♪

♪ And come on, baby ♪

♪ Love me all night long ♪

♪ Come on, baby, let the good times roll ♪

♪ Come on, baby, let me thrill your soul ♪

♪ Come on, baby, let the good times roll ♪

♪ Roll all night long ♪

Hello, mate, what are you doing?

Clearing the gear away.

Yeah? Don't you do anything else?

Yeah, well, he done the spotlight
the other night.

I used to do a bit of all this.
With The Clash, quite a time ago.

Who else?

- Any other groups?
- Not really.

You're always drunk.

- I'm always drunk?
- Yeah.

- Fucking cheek.
- Fucking are.

You make me feel really old.

- You are, you look it!
- Oh, yeah? Well, maybe I am getting old.

I don't know. I hope not. You can't tell.

I ain't got nowhere
to fucking sleep, Johnny.

Give us your bed.

Here, have some of that.

Give me yours. I don't want to sleep
on the fucking floor again. I want a bed!

Oh, leave it out, Ray.

Fuck off, John,
I want to go to fucking sleep.

Oi, listen, I wanna go to bed.
Let's stick him in the bathroom, yeah?

Come on, Ray,
got somewhere for you to sleep.

- Right.
- Let's go. We got him.

You cunts! You bastards!

You bastards!

You fucking cunts!

It's not even fucking funny, you bastards.

I've fucking had enough bollocks.
I'm goin' home. Fuck you, cunts.

Oy, Ray! Here, come on!

Fuck off, John, will you?

Fuck off, you bastard,
don't fucking come after me.

Come on, Ray,
stop pulling a fucking moody.

Bollocks.
Don't fucking come after me!

Come on, you fucking idiot.

Oi, listen, let's go. Come on, then.

Fuck off, John, will you?

- Fuck off.
- Let's go.

Don't fucking touch me, you cunt,
I'll fucking have you.

What's the problem, Ray?

♪ I went to the market
To realise my soul ♪

♪ What I need I just don't have ♪

♪ First, they curse
Then they press me till I hurt ♪

♪ We say Rudie can't fail ♪

What do you think...
what do you think I'm gonna get?

Do you think they'll treat me differently?

Well, I don't think
they'll treat you differently, exactly.

It's just that, only thing is right
that you're...

you're younger, so in a sense,
they're going to treat you differently,

sort of like sentence-wise,
yeah, or where...

where they're gonna put you
is gonna be different from the others.

But any... either way
I might be going inside?

Yeah, well, you could do.

I can't say anything
sort of like definite.

'Cause, well, it's a conspiracy case,
so for them to prove it's a conspiracy,

they have to, um, have something
against all of you, have to get you all.

You're all involved.

♪ Breaking rocks in the hot sun ♪

♪ I fought the law and the law won ♪

♪ Yeah, I fought the law and the law won ♪

♪ I needed money 'cause I had none ♪

♪ I fought the law and the law won ♪

♪ Killed my baby, felt so bad
Guess my race is run ♪

♪ The sweetest little woman
That I ever had ♪

♪ I fought the law and the law won ♪

♪ Robbing people with a six gun ♪

♪ I fought the law and the law won ♪

♪ I left my girl and all her fun ♪

♪ I fought the law and the law won ♪

♪ Killed my baby, feel so bad
Guess my race is run ♪

♪ The sweetest little woman
That I ever had ♪

♪ I fought the law and the law won ♪

♪ I fought the law and the law won ♪

♪ Yeah, I fought the law and the law won ♪

♪ I fought the law and the law won ♪

♪ I fought the law and... ♪

♪ We got met by the law ♪

♪ Come for the party just to make sure ♪

"When are you going to charge me?

When you've answered some questions.

Where do you live, Drum?

I live in a slum street.
I collect 14.60 Social Security.

I tried for a job and I couldn't get one.

I've got letters in my house to prove it.

Do you know Byron Twaits,
Tony Peters, Colin Myers?

Yeah,
I seen them down the club sometimes.

Why did you get little boys
to do it for you?

What do you mean?

Did you do dips with them?
No."

Then there's another statement
that you made

on the same day in the afternoon
at three o'clock

to a Detective Douglas again.

"Drum: I want to make a statement.

Right, you know
we've been watching you on the 5th,

7th, 11th, 12th, 17th
and the 22nd of April.

We saw you jostling in the bus queue
outside the Post Office.

Yeah, yeah,
we went dipping by the Post Office.

You were recorded
at 2:00 pm on the 11th April,

a Thursday, with Myles, Twaits
and Peters, jostling in the bus queue.

We never got a purse then.

What about a Red Rover?

No, I don't make much money
from dips.

You're more than just suspected.

The money you get from the Social Security

scarcely lets you lead
a carefree social life.

I've got friends, they help me out.

Big friends up west,
people you can't touch.

You were regulars
at the bus stop.

You were seen on the 12th, as well.

I don't remember.

You're trying to get me
to rap you, bastards."

I never said all that.

It says here at the end,

"This statement is true.
I've made it of my own accord."

Signed your name.
If it's not true, why did you sign it?

If you were getting beat
and kicked about, wouldn't you sign it?

♪ I went to the market
And they didn't have ♪

♪ What I needed so bad ♪

You've been a naughty boy.

♪ Rudie can't fail ♪

♪ Rudie can't fail ♪

♪ Now, sing, Michael, sing ♪

♪ On the route of the 19 bus ♪

♪ We hear them sayin' ♪

♪ How you get a rude and a reckless?
Don't you be so crude and feckless ♪

♪ You been drinking brew for breakfast
Rudie can't fail ♪

♪ No, no ♪

♪ We reply
I know that my life make you nervous ♪

♪ But I tell you I can't live in service ♪

♪ Like the doctor
Who was born for a purpose ♪

♪ Rudie can't fail ♪

♪ Okay ♪

♪ I went to the market
To realise my soul ♪

♪ What I need I just don't have ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ First, they curse
Then they press me 'til I hurt ♪

♪ They say, Rudie can't fail ♪

♪ First you must cure your temper
Then find a job in a paper ♪

♪ You need someone for a saviour
Rudie can't fail ♪

♪ We reply
Now, we get a rude and a reckless ♪

♪ To be seen lookin' cool and speckless
And drinking brew for breakfast ♪

- ♪ Rudie can't fail ♪
- ♪ No, no, no ♪

♪ I went to the market
To realise my soul ♪

♪ 'Cause what I need I just don't have ♪

♪ First they curse
Then they press me 'til I hurt ♪

♪ Rudie can't fail ♪

♪ Okay, okay... ♪