Original subtitles

♪ Is it me for a moment ♪

♪ For a moment ♪

♪ Love ♪

♪ Reign o'er me ♪

♪ Bell boy, bell boy ♪

♪ Bell boy ♪

♪ Can you see the real me ♪

♪ Can you, can you ♪

♪ I went back to the doctor ♪

♪ To get another shrink ♪

♪ I sit and tell him 'bout my weekend ♪

- Darling! Hey! - ♪ But he never betrays what he thinks ♪

♪ Can you see the real me ♪

♪ Doctor, Doctor ♪

- Hey! - ♪ Can you see the real me ♪

♪ Doctor ♪

♪ Whoa, Doctor ♪

♪ I went back to my mother ♪

♪ I said, "I'm crazy, Ma, help me" ♪

♪ She said, "I know how it feels, son ♪

♪ 'Cause it runs in the family" ♪

♪ Can you see the real me ♪

♪ Mother, Mother ♪

♪ Can you see the real me ♪

♪ Mother ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ Can you see, can you see the real ♪

♪ See the real me, see the real me ♪

♪ Can you see the real me ♪

♪ Preacher, preacher ♪

Fuck off!

- Bollocks! Fuck Off! - Why don't you get off and push it!

♪ Can you see, can you see ♪

♪ Can you see, whoa ♪

♪ Can you see the real me ♪

♪ Doctor ♪

♪ Can you see the real me ♪

♪ Mother ♪♪

'Ere. Ferdy. Ferdy.

Hello, Jim. How's it goin', eh?

All right.

'Ere, you got something, uh, nice for me?

Shh! At your service, friend.

What, they keep your brains warm, do they?

- How many do you want? - Well, come 'ere.

I want about a dozen.

Fuck off, Jim!

Well, all right, all right. Twenty. But how much?

Well, they're pretty scarce right now. I had to go over the water to get these.

Oh, yeah. You got on a banana boat back to Jamaica, did you?

No. Brixton. And as you know, Jim, it costs money to get down there.

- All right, all right. How much? - A quid.

You're a fuckin' liberty-taker!

Oi, Ferdy.

- Hello, lovers. - Hi, Monkey. What did you come as?

Go on, then. Get in there. She won't bite.

♪ Put on your hi-heel sneakers ♪

- Because if you don't, I might. - No, I'm not bothered.

Oh, not much!

I know. I'll pull it for you.

- No, you won't. - Oi, Steph.

Fuck off.

♪ Wear your wig hat on your head ♪

- ♪ Well, I'm pretty sure now, baby ♪ - Whoo!

♪ Now, you know, you know you're gonna knock 'em dead ♪

♪ I love the way you walk ♪

♪ I'm crazy 'bout your walk ♪

♪ I love the way you walk ♪

♪ I love the way you walk You my baby ♪

♪ I got my eyes on you ♪♪

- George? - What?

All right?

- Why? - You know why.

- Come on, get off.! - Oh, don't say that.

You're always the same lately. What's the matter with you?

Look, pack it in, I've told you. Don't do that.

- Why not? - Just shut up. Go to sleep.

I've always got to go to sleep! I'm fed up with it.

'Ere, Yvonne. You got any scissors?

Over on the table.

Oh, what have you done?

I don't know what I done. I can't see, can I?

It's only a bottle of nail varnish. I'll clean it up in the morning.

You're so bleedin' clumsy!

'Ere. You wanna watch it, y'know.

One day you'll come out from under there with first-degree burns.

- It happened to a mate of mine's sister. - Oh, piss off!

♪ Why should I care ♪

♪ If I have to cut my hair ♪

♪ I got to move with the fashion ♪

♪ Or be outcast ♪

♪ I know I should fight ♪

♪ But my old man he's really all right ♪

♪ And I'm still living at home ♪

♪ Even though it won't last ♪

♪ Zoot suit White jacket with side vents ♪

♪ Five inches long ♪

♪ I'm out on the street again ♪

♪ And I'm leaping along ♪

♪ Dressed right for a beach fight ♪

♪ But I just can't explain ♪

♪ Why that uncertain feeling ♪

♪ Is still here in my brain ♪♪

♪ Well, be-bop-a-lula ♪

♪ She's my baby ♪

♪ Be-bop-a-lula ♪

- ♪ I don't mean maybe ♪ - Oi! Will you leave that out, please?

Do what?

Uh, don't sing all that old rubbish, eh?

That ain't rubbish, pal! That's Gene Vincent, all right?

Yeah, that's what I said - old rubbish!

Why don't you just turn over and do a few underwater farts, eh?

Why don't you just fuck off?

You fuck off.

♪ Well, be-bop-a-lula ♪

♪ She's my baby ♪

- ♪ I don't mean maybe ♪ - ♪ Yeah, you really got me now ♪

- ♪ Be-bop-a-lula, she's my baby ♪ - ♪ You got me so I don't know what I'm doin' ♪

- ♪ Really got me, yeah ♪ - ♪ Be-bop-a-lula, I don't mean maybe ♪

♪ You really got me now You got me so I can't sleep at night ♪

Shut up, for God's sake!

All right, all right! Cut it out!

What do you think this is? The bloody Eurovision Song Contest?

- Aah!

I'll show you -

Look, if you wanna start something, I'll see you outs-

- Fuck me! - Kevin Herriot!

- Jimmy! - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- I thought you was in the army. - I got out, didn't I? How are you goin'?

I'm all right. Yeah. The army didn't teach you to sing, did it, eh?

- Nah. Gonna give me me brush back or what? - Yeah, all right.

'Ere, pile the liquor on, mate.

Nice.

Two and eight? Cheers.

Hello, Jim.

- What's the matter with you, then? - All that gear you got on - it's leather.

That's it. Goes with the bike, dunnit?

I never realized.

- You never realized what? - Well, you was - you was a rocker.

- What, am I black or something? - Well, you ain't exactly white in that sort of getup, are you?

Nah.

- Give us a cup of tea, mate, please? - Right.

Anyway, how long you been back?

Couple of months ago.

Yeah? You couldn't stick it, eh?

Nah. Messed me about, didn't they?

They treat you like a lump of shit.

Some ponce of a sergeant major wants to order you about all the time.

"Don't do this. Don't do that." They drove me fucking mad!

- Then they ship you off to Wogland. - Whereabouts?

Aden.

It's all right, as it happens. Right?

Shooting matches with the rebels and all that.

But they put a block on that. Ship you back home, don't they?

Back home to the same boring routine.

- Drove me fucking mad. - I gotta go, Kev.

- Where you going? - I'll see you later, all right?

- What's the matter? Where you goin'? - You all right?

- Yeah, fine, John. - What's this fucking rocker doing here, then, eh?

- Yeah. - Jim?

Here's your towel.

See you later, Kev.

Bollocks!

Yes, hold on a minute, please. Thank you.

That's it. Now, how does that feel, then?

- Awful! - What do you mean, awful?

- You gotta bring it in here. - Well, look, I could bring it in -

- All right, Dan? - All right, Jim.

- Just put your hands there. - Stop fucking about and bring it -

Look here, sonny, don't you use that language in here!

If you're gonna talk like that, you can just go out and make your own suit.

There you go.

That'll be 30 shillings, please.

- I can bring it in that much. - And what about all this?

- I want it by Saturday. - Saturday. Yeah, Saturday.

- What do you think of it? - Fuckin' rent-a-tent, innit?

- How much?

- Two pound nine pence, please. - I have no smaller change.

Doesn't matter.

- All right, darlin'? - Saturdays - I hate 'em.

- I thought I'd just drop by and say hello. - Yeah?

Been up to no good while I've been graftin'?

Nah, not really. I just been down to pay me suit off.

- Yeah? What's it like? - Handsome.

Three buttons, side vents...

16-inch bottoms, dark brown.

Sorry, but have I gotta wait here all day while you two finish your conversation?

I'm wearing it down to Brighton.

You gonna be one of the faces down there, are you?

What do you mean, going to be? I am one of the faces!

♪ I'm the hippie. Est number in town and I'll tell you why ♪

♪ Tell you why ♪

♪ I'm the snappiest dresser right down to my inch-wide tie ♪

♪ To my inch. Wide tie ♪

♪ And to get you wise ♪

♪ I'll explain to you ♪

♪ A few of the things that a face is supposed to do ♪♪

What's that, bombers? Give us a couple.

Chalky! The ponce! He's about again.

You ain't gonna be a tight-arse, are you? I ain't had a decent drop for days.

What happened, then? You get banged up in Margate or something?

I got banged up in Shepherd's Bush.

My old man ain't let me out of the house since Margate.

Even put a padlock on me scooter, right?

Yeah, I went round his house last night. His dad tried to do me over.

Well, I wouldn't stand for it if I were you.

Look, if that was my old man takin' them sort of liberties...

I'll tell you, I'd fucking do him.

- You seen his dad? - Yeah, he's 6'2".

- How come you're so small? - Dunno. It's funny, innit?

- Genetic, innit? - Yeah, his nan's a midget.

'Ere, there's a party down on Kitchener Road.

- What'd I tell you? - That's that posh bird, innit?

- Yeah, she's a right goer. - The one with them bristols out to there?

No chance. Really.

Hey, James.

'Ere, you wanna go to a party? Everybody's going.

- Where? - Kitchener Road.

- All right, then. - It only takes about 20 minutes...

half an hour to get there on a scooter.

Where you off to, then?

- I'll see you later. - Yeah, all right.

Come on, give me a kiss.

Ferdy!

This is the place, lads. Come on in. Come on.

All right, John?

Yeah, straight in. No problems. Come on.

Whoo-ee!

- No gatecrashers. - Gatecrashers? Hey, lads, he's calling us gatecrashers.

You didn't even have the courtesy to bring any bottles!

Piss off!

Who the fuck are you, anyway? Bleedin' Prince Philip?

I happen to be the boyfriend of the hostess.

No, you're fucking not!

Listen. Look. This is Sandra's party, right?

And me and me mates have been invited here.

'Ere, where'd you get that shonk?

All right, Jim?

- Nah. - Anything you fancy?

Nothing there, is there? I see you found a bird.

I know her.

'Ere, that's mine, ain't it? Can I have that one? Ta.

'Ere, Dan, Dan. You seen what's going on in there?

- Go in there. It's a laugh. - Is it?

You'll love it.

Cheers.

♪ Oh, since the day I saw you ♪

♪ I have been waiting for you ♪

♪ You know I will adore you ♪

♪ Till eternity ♪

♪ So won't you please ♪

♪ Be my, be my baby ♪

♪ Be my little baby ♪

♪ Say you'll be my darling ♪

♪ Be my baby now ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

- Penny for your thoughts. - Oh, let's have some.

Aw, come on, Monkey. Don't mess about.

No, not unless you give me something.

What?

Oh, you always have to ask, don't you?

♪ Be my, be my baby ♪

♪ Be my little baby ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪♪

One, two, three for you.

- Where'd you get these, eh? - That would be telling, wouldn't it?

You forgot I work for the chemist.

♪ Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain ♪

♪ Telling me just what a fool I've been ♪

♪ I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain ♪

♪ And let me be alone again ♪

♪ The only girl I care about has gone away ♪

♪ Looking for a brand. New start ♪

♪ But little does she know that when she left that day ♪

♪ Along with her she took my heart ♪♪

Oi!

What's going on? Come on, then.

Come on. Let's go.

♪ People try to put us down ♪

♪ Talking 'bout my generation ♪

♪ Just because we get around ♪

♪ Talking 'bout my generation ♪

♪ Things they do look awful c-c-cold ♪

♪ Talking 'bout my generation ♪

♪ Hope I die before I get old ♪

♪ Talking 'bout my generation ♪

♪ My generation ♪

♪ My generation, baby ♪

♪ Why don't you all fuck off ♪

- ♪ Fade away ♪ - ♪ Talking 'bout my generation ♪

♪ And don't try to dig what we all s-s-say ♪

♪ Talking 'bout my generation ♪

♪ I'm not tryin' to cause a big s-s-sensation ♪

♪ Talking 'bout my generation ♪

♪ I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-generation ♪

♪ Talking 'bout ♪

♪ My generation ♪

♪ My generation, baby ♪

Whoo! And again! Come on!

♪ Why don't you all f-f-fade away ♪

♪ Talking 'bout my generation ♪

♪ And don't try to dig what we all s-s-say ♪

♪ This is my generation ♪

♪ This is my generation, baby ♪

♪ Just because we g-g-get around ♪

♪ Talking 'bout my generation ♪

♪ Things they do look awful c-c-cold ♪

♪ Talking 'bout my generation ♪

♪ I hope I die before I get old ♪

♪ Talking 'bout my generation ♪♪

Shit! No!

- Dave? - Leave it out, Jim, will you?

- Give us a break. - Sorry, John, eh?

Get in there!

- Dave! What are you doing? - What?

What do you think I'm doing?

Oh, yeah. Where have I seen that face before?

- Are you all right? - Yeah, get in there, my son!

- Piss off, will ya? - Sorry. Sorry.

Shut the door!

What's that daft bleeder doing now?

- Where's he going?

Jimmy!

Whoo-hoo! Jim!

Great!

- What is this? What's going on? - Oh, my God!

- Look at my plants! - My goodness!

♪ Every year is the same ♪

♪ And I feel it again ♪

♪ I'm a loser ♪

♪ No chance to win ♪

♪ Leaves start falling ♪

♪ Comedown is calling ♪

♪ Loneliness starts sinking in ♪

♪ But I'm one ♪

♪ I am one ♪

♪ And I can see ♪

♪ That this is me ♪

♪ And I will be ♪

♪ You'll all see I'm the one ♪♪

Huh?

'Ere you are.

- And the paper. - Thank you.

Take that to Mr. Phelps.

It's for Phelpsy, eh?

- 'Ere you are. - You're late.

The - The letters.

- Saw the rushes today, Michael. - Ah, the "People Like You" film? And?

- I'd like you to take a look at them. - Sure. What's the problem?

Well, the overall campaign's going very well.

- Seen the posters? - Yes. Gorgeous tart.

The trouble is, the clients are getting a trifle over-greedy.

- As usual. - Yes. They want to corner the entire youth market.

You know, cut right across the groupings.

It's all right with A's and B's...

training professionals...

young managers, graduates - that type of person.

It's C's and D's I'm worried about.

We're a little bit up-market for them.

I'll have a look at it for you, Simon. With pleasure.

- 2:30 all right? - Fine.

You don't think all this talk of lung cancer is going to make any difference, do you?

No. Young people like that...

they don't worry about that sort of thing.

Glad I gave it up when I did.

Psychopathic, that's what it was.

Shut up, both of you. Listen to me.

Your next assignment is to go out and get that swine, Sir Thomas Weller.

Ow!

Where you been?

Fell asleep on the train. I wound up in bloody Neasden.

Running about on them motorbikes all hours of the night, I'm not surprised.

It's not normal.

...in the middle of a nice, quiet piece of scenery and kick him to a pulp.

Oh, yeah? What's normal, then?

What's that?

Tonight I want you to do a little job for me personally.

Hello, Jim.

Thought I'd just pop by, like.

- You don't mind, do you? - No, I don't mind. Come in.

Cheers.

- What's the matter, then? - Ah, she's misfiring a bit.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

It's your plug. Got some tools on the bike. Hold up.

It'll break your bleedin' leg off, that.

No wonder you wear them big boots, eh?

It's the best bike ever made, mate.

- I got a 10.5 outta that the other day. - Sure.

- You and that poxy hair dryer in there - - Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Well, that isn't it, is it?

I mean, it isn't the bikes, is it? It's the people.

And the people who ride these things are states, third-class tickets.

- Do what? - Well, rockers. All that greasy hair...

and dirty clobber. It's diabolical.

I don't give a monkey's arsehole about mods and rockers.

Underneath, we're all the same, aren't we?

Nah, Kev, that's it.

I don't wanna be the same as everybody else.

That's why I'm a mod, see? I mean...

you gotta be somebody, ain't ya?

Or you might as well jump in the sea and drown.

Yeah, that's why I joined the army - to be different.

To get away from all this.

Don't matter where you go, there's always some cunt...

with stars and stripes on who wants to push you about.

Run it, please.

Two bob.

I'll see you.

Three fives. Two pair. Hey!

Nah, nah, nah, that's bollocks. Three of a kind don't beat that.

- Yes, it bloody well does! - Who says?

I do!

He's right, you know, Harry.

Will you run it, please?

I was late.

She was waiting in the wrong place.

And by the time I found her.

You get us some of them French blues, then?

I'll have to see, won't I? I dunno.

- Yeah, all right. - You in?

- What do you want? - One card.

Down and dirty.

We'll make a mod outta you yet, Harry, eh?

- I don't think, though, they make Levi's in your size. - Bollocks.

Is it me?

- Oh, I'll go. - Three.

There's something about private Collection...

- Two bob. - for people like you.

- I'm out. - Yeah, so am I.

You're a fucking jammy bleeder, Cooper!

You're getting chicken, Des. Look, I only had an ace.

I gotta go up to Broadwick Street now. Take some stuff up there.

Will you run that film again, please?

Oh, yeah, Des. I don't like to be cruel.

'Ere. Take it all back.

Nah, it's yours. You won it.

That's the ten bob I owe ya.

Fuck off! I ain't carrying all that fucking change about!

You take it or leave it, me son.

Take it or leave it.

I'll see you later, Harry. See ya, Des.

Uh, Mr. Cale sent me up...

to collect some stuff for Broadwick Street.

Yes.

We've been waiting for you for over an hour.

Yeah?

Come on, hurry up. That stuff's got to be over there fast.

F-A-S-T.

Watch the cloth, moth.

Tacky herbert!

- You wanna hear it? - Yeah, thanks.

Number two.

♪ Anyway, anyhow anywhere I choose ♪

- ♪ I can do anything ♪ - ♪ Right or wrong ♪

- ♪ I can talk anyhow ♪ - ♪ And get along ♪

♪ Anyway - ♪♪

♪ Plannin ' and dreamin ' each night of her charms ♪

♪ That won't get you into her arms ♪♪

♪ Nothing gets in my way not even locked doors ♪

♪ Don't follow the lines that have been laid before ♪♪

Ah, boy.

- What you gonna do tonight, then? - Wait for a phone call, I suppose.

Aw.

- Listen, I'll see you later, all right? - Bye.

Whatcha, Jimmy? What you doin' here, then?

- I was waiting for you. - Yeah? What for?

- Well, I thought I'd give you a lift home. - Yeah, great.

- Steph? - What?

- You goin' to Brighton this weekend? - Yeah, you?

'Course I am. Who you goin' with?

Pete's taking me. It's gonna be good, innit?

Yeah. Good.

You and Pete gettin' a bit strong, then, are ya?

No, of course not. He's a laugh, that's all.

A bit flash, though, isn't he?

I wouldn't be with him otherwise, would I?

- Nah. - Hey.

- I suppose not. - You jealous?

- 'Course I ain't. - No?

That's a pity. I thought you was.

- It's a technique! - All right, boys?

So what we gonna do about pills, then?

If we're going to Brighton, we're gonna need bloody millions of 'em, ain't we?

- Millions. - I wanna get outta me head.

It won't be too difficult with your little monkey brain, will it?

Bollocks!

Get some rockers out their heads when we get down there. Knock 'em off.

I was thinking about gettin' a gun.

Don't talk bloody daft!

Hey, I get my suit tomorrow.

It's only 'cause you wanna screw Steph, innit?

- No! - Hey, Jim! Jim!

Hey, hey, hey!

- Get off! - Get outside!

- We're going, aren't we? - Let's go, then.

It's up the Goldhawk, eh?

Hey, the rolls have got scabs on 'em!

Shit.

Hold it.

- Oh, get off it a sec. Get off. - Spider!

What's up, then?

- Dunno. - Breakdown?

- Must be the points are dead. - See you down there, then, eh?

- Yeah, all right. Ten minutes. - You'd do better to catch a bus!

Hey, we will, then!

- Shit! - What's the matter with it?

How am I supposed to bleedin' know what's the matter with the bastard?

♪ I met him on a Monday and my heart stood still ♪

♪ Da do ron-ron-ron Da do ron-ron ♪

♪ Somebody told me that his name was Bill ♪

♪ Da do ron-ron-ron Da do ron-ron ♪

Oh, shit!

What's the matter, then? Your mother's hairdryer blown up, has it?

- Rubber band busted? - Yeah. Let's fix it for him, eh?

- Yeah, let's fix it. - Now, hold on. We don't do nothing for nothing.

Look, why don't you piss off!

Bloody leave us alone!

Hold on, Lenny. They don't want our help.

Which one are you? The boy or the girl?

'Cause it's very hard to tell with you lot, innit?

This one's the bird. Give us a kiss.

- Look, piss off, all right? - You bastards!

Look, this one's the bird! She got tits!

Let go! Spider!

- Okay, let's go! - Spider!

So long, shagger!

Fuck off!

Bloody hell.

♪ Yes, my heart stood still ♪

♪ Yes, his name was Bill ♪

♪ And when he walked me home ♪

Lads, I've just seen Spider outside. He's taken a right kicking.

- What? - Spider. Some rockers have had him.

- You're joking! - He's outside.

- Where? - On the stairs.

Come on!

Spider! You all right, yeah?

And what's this about some rockers kickin' your head in?

- You lot, come on! - Stay there, all right?

- What are we gonna do? - We're gonna fucking kill 'em!

- Right. - You with me?

Yeah, I'm with you.

Come on! We're gonna fucking murder!

♪ Yes, he looked so fine ♪

♪ Yes, I'll make him mine ♪

♪ And when he walked me home ♪

♪ Da do ron-ron-ron Da do ron-ron ♪♪

Fuckin' hell!

Fuckin' have 'im!

- Jim! - Well, you wanted it, didn't you?

No, fuck off! Leave him alone, you old cunt!

Leave him alone! Fuck off!

Where's he going?

- Right, clear out! - Leg it!

Fucking law will be here!

- What sort of time do you call this? - I don't know. I haven't got a watch.

Don't come funny, lad. It's nearly midnight, isn't it?

Oh, don't worry. I ain't gonna turn into a pumpkin, am I?

Anyway, you're pissed.

Hey, what's going on?

I've been sitting up for more than an hour, waiting for you.

- I can do without your clever remarks. - George!

- Who do you think you are anyway? - Oh, I don't know. You tell me, eh?

You're barmy, that's what you are. Staying out all hours.

Gettin' up to God knows what. Dressing up like a bloody freak.

And stand still when I'm talking to you.

- Wouldn't be surprised if you're not on drugs. - Yeah.

Yeah. I know what you get up to down that club, you and your mates.

Your gang. Gotta be part of a gang, haven't you? Eh?

You gotta be a mod or this or that.

Haven't you got a mind of your own?

I'll tell you what's wrong with you. You're schizophrenic, that's what you are.

- What's that, then? - What's that? I'll tell you what that is.

It's somebody like you who doesn't know whether his mind's over here or over there.

Bloody split personality!

Half your mother's family were the same.

I suppose that's where you get it.

Your Uncle Sid was always tryin' to kill himself.

And when he did, it was a bloody accident.

He never knew whether he was coming or going - a bit like you.

- What happened to him, then, eh? - He got drowned, didn't he?

Fell down a bleedin' well in the garden.

Go on. Get off to bed.

- Jimmy?

Jimmy!

Come on, you. You're late as it is.

- Jimmy! Come on, wake up. - Don't.

Oh!

- I'm not well, Mum. - What?

I can't go to work. I'm not well.

Oh. Something wrong with your head, is it?

Look at you, lying there in all your clothes. It's not normal.

Well, I can't stand here. I've gotta get on.

You make sure you go to the doctor and get a certificate, you hear?

Yes.

Hang on, hang on. What about them blokes Pete's always on about?

What? Always got bags of it?

Straight out the back door of the chemical factory?

That's fucking rubbish.

That's just the sort of old bollocks you'd expect to hear from that flash cunt.

Yeah, but it's worth a try, though, innit?

- I'm gonna pop over and see him now. - Ain't you got work to do?

Right, John. Half a minute.

- I'll pick you up later, all right? - Yeah, all right, Jim.

Do you want a push start?

No, thanks.

Hey, Jim! I'll be on my own bike again tomorrow, won't I?

- Eh? - I'm getting the scooter back from the garage.

Burn the arse off that rust bucket of yours.

Anytime.

Butch, Jenny, it's all right.

Go on, get back in there.

Well, now, young Jim, on holiday, are you?

Nah. Just fancied the day off.

You'll be gettin' like them bloody beatniks before you know it.

Ban the bomb and do fuck-all for a living. Poncing about all day.

Oh, yeah. You're all right, ain't ya? Just you and your Uncle Charley?

You don't have to bother with a load of cunts like I do.

- Well, you know what I mean. - No, I don't.

You don't work, you don't get no money. And I like money.

- 'Ere, Pete, what about Brighton this weekend, eh? - What about it?

Uh, pills. Me and Dave thought you might be able to get hold of some.

Why me? I'm not a fuckin' pusher.

Nah, but you know some blokes who are, don't ya?

Not me. Charley's mates.

And I'm not about to start blabbing me mouth off...

to every little mod in the streets about mates of Charley's.

They're fucking big, these blokes. They don't mess about.

Anyway, don't know why you're worrying.

Ferdy'll have some.

- Ferdy ain't been seen, has he? - He'll turn up.

You watch. Friday night he'll pop up like a jack-in-the-box.

Or a golliwog.

Ain't bloody here, is he?

- Cunt. I wonder where he is. - I dunno.

This place gives me the shits.

- Bleedin' nig-nogs everywhere. - Shut up!

It's like bleedin' Calcutta around here.

Calcutta's in India.

Yeah, West India. That's where they bleedin' come from, innit?

- Yeah. - What's so funny?

- Just who are you lookin' for, mister? - Oh, is Ferdy in?

- He not here. Him gone out. - Oh.

Thank you.

- Looking for Ferdy? - Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

- He's gone out. - Ah. Yeah.

Stitchin' me up and all, the bloke! Fuckin' -

Peter Fenton?

Oh. Peter!

Thanks.

Hello. Peter Fenton. Who is it?

Fuckin' hell! What do you want to ring me up here for?

Listen, you cunt...

either you tell us where we can find these blokes, or we're stuck for Brighton.

Yeah, okay. This time.

- Hold this, then. - What for?

Well, I ain't goin' in there with me parka on, am I?

Jim!

What you want, son?

- Um, is Harry North about? - Who are you, then?

I got a message for him.

Hang about a minute, all right?

Come through here.

Come through. Come through.

Go on. Through here.

That's him over there in the gray suit.

Go on. You're all right. Go on. Go on.

What can I do for you, son?

- Me Uncle Charley... - Who?

Charley Fenton, he said -

You Charley's boy?

- His nephew, yeah. - Oh, his nephew.

- What's your name, son? - Jimmy.

It's a pleasure and a privilege to meet any one of the Fentons.

- Now, do you want a drink, son? - No, thanks. I've got to get going soon.

What can I do for you, then?

Listen, you can have a talk here. We're all pals.

- Well, I wanted some pills. - Oh.

What do you want? Purple hearts? Blues? Dexedrine?

- Some blues. - Some blues, eh?

- I've got a tenner. - No, not here, son.

Teddy, come here.

This is Teddy. Go for a walk with him...

- and he'll do the business for you, all right? - All right.

Here. Give my regards to your old Uncle Charley, son.

Pillhead.

Come on, Ronnie!

Come on, Ron!

Tosser.

Chalk!

It's all there.

Two hundred and fifty leapers! See us through till Christmas, eh?

One for the road, eh?

Come on. Hurry up.

That ain't a blue! That's paraffin!

We've been done! That's my three quid down the drain!

Yeah, and mine!

- Let's do the bastard's motor! - Right.

Come on!

Get out of the way!

- Come on! - Go!

You on?

Wankers!

Shh.

Give it a shove. Go on.

Shove it, man.

Nice one. You're fucking making a racket!

- Do we have to do this? - 'Course we do.

We don't want to leave fingerprints all over the gaff, do we, eh?

Fingerprints, my arse. They'll catch us on the smell.

Shh! Shut up!

Shh!

We must be able to find some blues here, eh? Look at that!

Shh!

Oh, yes!

- 'Ere, Dave. - What?

Come on.

Shut up! Fuckin' shut up!

- All right. - Shh!

Look at this place.

- Jim, I just had a thought. - What?

- Footprints. - Oh, footprints.

You got lines on the back of your feet same as on your fingers, ain't ya?

- Must be thousands of pills here. - Shh!

Millions.

Ah, nothing's there. I'm gonna search in there, see if I can get some.

I'm putting me socks on. Fuckin' stupid.

Police!

Hey, lads, look at these! I told you - there's fucking hundreds!

- Chuck us a couple of packets. - You got something planned for tonight, then?

'Course I had!

- Aw! Yellows! - Shh!

Chalky, what you doin'? Come and give us a hand, eh?

Not taking no chances, am I?

Come on, son.

Let's get down to it, eh?

Aha! Found 'em! They're blues!

- I found some blues. - There's not many of them, is there?

I dunno. Perhaps someone's been nickin' 'em.

Fuckin' hell!

Hang on.

Chalky, come on.

Just getting something for me mum.

- Oh, I'm dropping all the blues! - Get out!

- All right. - One and tuppence.

Okay. You behave yourself tonight, okay?

I'll try. I'll try and behave myself tonight.

Yeah, I'm flyin'! Terrific, ain't they?

- Did we have it off, or what? - Just what the doctor ordered.

- Hi. - We done your chemist tonight.

- You didn't! - Yeah, we did. I was gonna phone you up and all.

Why didn't you? I could've told you where everything was.

'Ere you are. Got you a Pepsi.

- And I got you a present. - What is it?

You nicked 'em, didn't you?

You're now handling stolen goods. 'Ere, I'll give you some more.

Listen, do you fancy taking me home later?

What about Pete, then?

I'll worry about Pete.

But if you tell him...

I will never, ever speak to you again, right?

Don't worry. I won't tell him.

I'm still gonna go down to Brighton with him.

- Yeah. - I mean, I've said I would, haven't I?

Yeah, I suppose so.

♪ Girl, you've really got me now ♪

♪ You've got me so I can't sleep at night ♪

♪ You've really got me ♪ Whoo!

♪ Really got me ♪ Whoo!

♪ You really got me ♪ Whoo!

♪ Please ♪♪

Ah, cheers.

How much you get?

Mr. Fulford had a few words to say about your unexplained absence yesterday.

- Like what? - Like don't do it again.

Unless you want to end up in his office, hearing him read the riot act...

which I take it you don't.

No, I'd rather be dead, Mr. Cale.

All right. Off you go.

You too, Alec.

Have a nice weekend!

It's just the front I'm a bit dodgy about.

The only way you're gonna keep that up is with lacquer.

- No, I don't want any lacquer. - Just a little drop.

Nah, nah. Poofs wear lacquer, don't they, eh?

- I wear lacquer. - That's what I mean, innit?

- There you are. - Cheers.

That's all right. My bird'll pull that back for me, won't she?

Long as that's all she'll pull back.

- All right. - Usual miracle?

- Watch the neck. I've got a rash. - He's got plenty of lacquer for it.

You know how the hair falls, don't ya?

Goes down at the back. Know what I mean?

- I'll see you, then, eh? - Yeah, cheers. Brighton tomorrow?

Yeah, see you there.

Mum? Mum?

Where've you put all them old newspapers?

You're not gonna make my carpets all wet again, are ya?

No, no, no. I'll give 'em a really good wringing out this time.

They're under the sink.

Gordon Bennett! What have you got on?

- What? - Is this some kind of new fashion thing I haven't heard about?

- Sopping-wet trousers? - They're Levi's.

Well, never mind what they are. They're bleedin' wet!

Well, you gotta shrink 'em on ya so they fit right.

- Huh.

He's definitely getting worse.

- ♪ I can go anyway ♪ - ♪ Way I choose ♪

- ♪ I can live anyhow ♪ - ♪ Win or lose ♪

- ♪ I can go anywhere ♪♪ - What's this rubbish, then?

- Ready Steady Go! - Ready what?

Ready Steady Go!

"Ready Steady Go"?

Bunch of louts!

Bloody moron.

I suppose they wear wet jeans and all, do they, heh?

What. What.

Is that how you're supposed to play a guitar now, then? Eh?

Oh, God help us.

'Ere, have you seen this?

I haven't got time for all that rubbish.

I can sing better than that little ape. You call that singing?

Sounds like a drowned dog.

That'll make you deaf, you know.

Gerry and the Pacemakers and "Ferry Across the Mersey."

The Animals are next. This is Big L, 266.

♪ Wonderful Radio London ♪

- ♪ Whoopee ♪

Good morning. It's 6:01, and here are the main points in the news.

After yesterday's session at the conference, the colonial secretary spoke to newsmen...

and commented that he hoped for a speedy transition...

to independence in Aden within the year.

And the bank holiday started in earnest last night, with thousands of motorists...

taking advantage of the fine weather, heading towards the south coast resorts.

Traffic was reported heavy on the A127, the Southend Road...

and there were jams on the southbound section of the M1, causing severe delays.

Shopkeepers in the Brighton area, fearing a reoccurrence of disturbances...

caused by gangs of rival youths in other seaside resorts...

were putting up shutters last night.

A spokesman for the shopkeepers said, while they weren't expecting any trouble -

All right?

I'll burn you off any day, son!

Show-off!

Oh, shit!

- Aah! - Fuck off!

- Pig! - Oi, he thinks he's Davy Crockett!

- Lend us a mirror! - Piss off!

Whoa!

Whoa!

You okay?

Hold the bike. Hey, Chalky! Chalky!

Chalky, you all right?

- Hey, Chalky! - Yeah, I'm all right.

- Anything broken? - No.

Shame, eh? Shame.

Nah, it looks all right. Looked good from back there.

Don't take the piss! I nearly broke me fucking neck!

- Yeah, you look all right. - We'll go and get 'em, right?

- Fucking grease monkeys. - You follow us up.

Told you I'd burn you off any day. See you, Chalk.

- 'Ere, hang on a bit, then! - Serves you right.

- See you down there. - Jimmy!

- See ya! - ♪ Get out and don't come back ♪

♪ No fucking more, cunt ♪

♪ Get out and don't come back ♪

♪ Get out and don't come back ♪

♪ Get out and don't come back ♪

♪ Get out and don't come back ♪

♪ Don't come back ♪

♪ Don't come back ♪

♪ Don't come back ♪♪

Look at that! That is Brighton, my sons!

- It's gonna be great! - Look! That's Brighton!

- Whoo! - Whoo-hoo!

Fine, then. Terrific. All right, lads!

Nice one. John!

Brilliant. Ace!

'Ere they come. 'Ere they are!

Whoo-hoo!

- Just gettin' down 'ere? Come on. - Hi. What about this?

- Everyone's here. This is great. - Great? Brilliant!

Hey, look, look. There's Bonzo.

Bonzo? Bonzo!

Bonzo!

So, when do you get down here, then?

- About half an hour ago. - Yeah?

- We left this morning, before it was light. - What was it like?

- Well, it was dark, wasn't it, eh? - Cor. Look at 'im!

- Don't he look smart! - Wah... look!

Look at his scooter!

That is Ace!

Whoo! Whoo!

So, um, what happened to you last night?

- That'd be telling, now, wouldn't it? - That would be telling, wouldn't it?

Chalky!

Thanks for waiting, bleedin' turd!

Where'd the bird go?

- Pete's doing well, isn't he, eh? - How many you want, then?

He's out of his head.

Come on!

- Jimmy, coming up, then? - Yeah, I'm really up there.

- Fucking great! - Yeah.

Yeah!

- Greenwich Village. - Where?

Greenwich Village. It's a commune in New York.

Geezer with the hair, man. The geezer with the hair.

- Oi, Dave, Dave! - Yeah?

The one with the hair. Let's go and watch him. He's brilliant!

- See ya over there, all right? - Come on.

Monkey! Come and dance.

- All right there, Steph? - Hello.

- Great dancer, isn't he, eh? - Yeah.

- Must be the Ace Face, eh? - Good-looking.

You wanna dance with the Face?

- All right. - Come on, then.

Come on.

Oh, come on. Let's dance over there.

Come on, I wanna watch 'im.

- Let's dance over here. - Oh, come on.

- Where do you wanna go? - I wanna dance. Oh, dance with yourself!

Oh!

- Look at him. Look at him! - What's he think he's doing?

- Come on, out the way, son. - Watch it.

Out of the way. Come on.

- Fuck off! - Go on, Jimmy!

Oi! Oi, bouncers!

Come on. You're out. Come on, out.

You stupid little bastard! You'll kill yourself!

- Jimmy! - Monkey!

No!

Get out and stay out!

♪ Wah ♪

♪ Wah-watusi ♪

♪ Oh, baby, it's a dance made for romance ♪

♪ Baby, baby when you do the twist ♪

♪ Never, never do you get yourself kissed ♪

♪ 'Cause you're always dancing far apart ♪

♪ Watusi, girl, is a-really - ♪♪

- Bit of a girl, was she? - Come on, boys, where we goin'?

- I wanna ride! - No, I'm gonna find somewhere to kip.

- Lazy sod! - Have you seen Jimmy about?

Last time I seen him, he was gettin' kicked outta the place.

- Hello, look. Fenton's pulled again. - Bloody hell!

- Don't it make you sick? - He's got his sleeping arrangements sorted out.

- Come on, Chalk. Let's ride, eh? - Nah, we gotta get some kip. Wanna be fresh for tomorrow.

- See ya, Dave. - Yeah, cheerio, Spider.

- Oi, Steph. - What?

- You coming with us, then? - Nah. I don't fancy kipping on dirty floors.

We're gonna bed-and-breakfast. Aren't we, Shel?

- Mm. Bye. - See ya.

Yeah, I wouldn't say no to a bed-and-breakfast either.

- I ain't got no dough, have I? - Not you. Them.

Mm, yeah, not half.

Can you imagine it? Legs wrapped 'round your face.

- Fuckin' amazing. - Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Yeah, a bit of all right is that Steph.

- So where we gonna kip? - I dunno.

No fuckin' idea.

- What we gonna do? Go back up? - On the beach?

Oh, yeah. Can you swim?

I don't wanna go to sleep anyway. Do you?

Hey.

What do you reckon?

It's cheap.

It's a bit of a shit-house, innit?

I dunno. I never slept in a shit-house, Chalk.

- Well, what do you reckon? - Well -

- Make your fuckin ' mind up! - Fuckin' hell!

Sorry. Is there room?

Oh, sorry.

Come on, then. Let's make a move.

Come on. Get a move on.

- I've heard there's a few mods about. - Yeah, we'll see you down there.

Fuckin' hell!

- What you want? - Egg sandwich please, Chalky.

Spider! You shit-house!

- Hello, girls! - Hi, Dave!

- Where's Jim? - Over there.

Hello, Jim. How's the human cannonball this morning?

Leave me hair alone, will you, Dave?

Eh?

- We goes down this beach hut. It's dark, right? - Yeah?

We wakes up in the morning, there's greasers right, left, and center. Right, Dave?

- Yeah. - They was all having a screw with some bird.

Yeah? What did she look like, then? Bit of rough, was she?

- We don't know. We only saw her arse. - Yeah, but that wasn't rough.

Well, apart from the splinters.

One of them was the geezer that rode me off the bike yesterday.

He's on my fucking list.

- It's all right if I sit down, then, eh? - Yeah.

- What you got the hump about? - Eh?

So why you so humpy?

It's nothing.

- Just looking at the sea, that's all. - Oh, yeah?

Oh, Christ almighty.

Take your feet off the table.

Oh, piss off!

Just watch it, or you're out!

Where'd you get to, then?

Nowhere. I just kipped on the beach.

You're fucking mad, you are, getting chucked out.

You should've stayed around, mush. Yeah, you woulda been well in.

- What do you mean? - Well, she was all on her Jack Jones, wasn't she?

- Steph? - Yeah.

And fucking Fenton gets off with this beatnik chick.

And she's all on her own, ain't she? I tell ya...

I would've been up her like a fucking ferret.

- Well, if I hadn't known that you and her were so - So what?

- I ain't gone on her, you know. - Hello, Jimmy.

God, Jimmy, everybody knows you fancy her!

I reckon she's a right good bunk-up, lads.

Oh, you animal!

There are our boys!

- Whoo! Hi. - All right, Steph?

- Yeah. Great, innit? - Where's Pete, then?

Oh, I dunno. Don't really care.

Don't really care? Dave! Come on. Dave!

- ♪ We are the mods ♪ - ♪ We are the mods ♪

♪ We are, we are we are the mods ♪

♪ We are the mods We are the mods ♪

♪ We are, we are we are the mods ♪

- ♪ We are the mods, we are the mods ♪ - Fucking wankers!

♪ We are, we are we are the mods ♪

♪ We are the mods We are the mods ♪

♪ We are, we are we are the mods ♪

That's the geezer who run me off the road yesterday!

Let's fuckin' have 'em!

Mods! Mods! Mods! Mods!

Pete, stop 'em!

No! Aah!

They've gone berserk! Get somebody here quick.

What the - Stop!

Jesus Christ! They gone - Get 'em in here quick!

What's going on here?

Chalk!

- Jimmy! Jimmy! - All right?

I was there! Mods! We were there!

Look. He's broke his back.

There was a geezer, man! I tell ya, I went crack, crack!

♪ We are, we are we are the mods ♪

♪ We are the mods We are the mods ♪

♪ We are, we are we are the mods ♪

- Oh! On my life, it was - - Quick!

Fuckin' hell! Run! Run!

♪ We are the mods, we are the mods We are, we are, we are the mods ♪

♪ We are the mods, we are the mods We are, we are, we are the mods ♪

Dave! Help us!

Pete!

Mods! Mods! Mods! Mods!

- Jimmy! - Chalk, Chalk, Chalk! Dave!

- We just got some rockers! - We just done the caf!

- We tossed them over the wall! - What's that? What's that?

Kill the bastards!

We gotta go!

Run, run! Steph, come on!

Hey, what the fuck you doing?

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! - Leave that, Steph!

Get out of the way! Out of the way!

Come on! Come on!

- Steph, come on! - Jimmy!

- Come on! - Jimmy!

Hey! Come on! Come on!

Chalky!

Jesus Christ! The law!

- Leg it! - Fuck! Run! Run!

Right! Keep 'em in!

Steph, run!

Control those kids! Control those kids!

♪ We are the mods, we are the mods We are, we are, we are the mods ♪

♪ We are the mods, we are the mods We are, we are, we are the mods ♪

Run! Run! Run!

Run!

Up here, up here. Come on.

Dogs! Dogs!

Come here. Come here.

Get in there. Turn 'em over.

Hey, come here!

Oh.

'Ere, come on.

Down 'ere.

Come on.

Get onto the footpath!

Get onto the path!

- Spider! Come on! - Chalky, wait!

Get off me!

Get away! You've got nothin' on me!

Jimmy!

Right, give the bastard here. Come on.

Steph, come on!

Oh, no!

Fuck!

- All right, all right! - Fuck off, cunt!

Cheers.

All right!

♪ I feel I'm being followed ♪

♪ My head is empty ♪

♪ Yet every word I say ♪

♪ Turns out a sentence ♪

♪ Statements to a stranger ♪

♪ Just asking for directions ♪

♪ Turn from being help ♪

♪ Into being questions ♪

Oi, Steph, are you all right?

♪ I see a man without a problem ♪♪

It seems strange to see this procession of miserable specimens...

so different from the strutting hooligans of yesterday...

who came here to pollute the air of this town.

Yes, these long-haired...

mentally unstable...

petty little hoodlums...

these sawdust Caesars...

who can only find courage, like rats...

by hunting in packs...

came to Brighton with the avowed intent...

of interfering with the life and property of its inhabitants.

Insofar as the law gives us power...

this court will not fail to use the prescribed penalties.

It may perhaps discourage you, and others of your kidney...

who are infected with this vicious virus...

that you be ordered to pay a fine of £75.

I'll pay now, if you don't mind.

Haven't got a pen, have you, Your Honor?

- Be quiet. - Take that man away.

Silence in court!

James Michael Cooper.

You stay right where you are!

At least I don't have to ask where you've been this time, do I?

I suppose you think this is all very clever.

- I suppose you're proud of yourself now. - No.

What do you mean, no? You was there, weren't you?

- You and them animals you call friends? - Yeah, we were there.

And I suppose you had more of this filth with you, didn't you?

You can look shamefaced, my lad.

I've a good mind to get the law on ya.

- Where'd you get these from? - Someone gave 'em to me.

Oh, did he? And of course you had to take 'em, didn't you?

'Cause you've gotta look big.

If they said they was rat poison, you'd have taken 'em anyway, wouldn't ya?

And then gone off like a pack of savages, ruinin' everybody's peace and quiet for 'em!

I look at you and I don't know what I brought up. So help me God, I don't.

- Your sister's not like this. - Oh, ain't she? What do you fucking know?

You and your drugs and your filthy pictures! Runnin' riot over everywhere!

You're a little animal, that's what you are! You wanna be locked up!

I've done my best! Look what I've got for it!

- A bloody mad thing! - All right.

You're a little savage! Get out of my house! Go on, get out!

- All right. - You're no son of mine, you little fiend!

- You wait till your father comes home! - Yeah, I'll wait.

- Go on, get out! - Yeah, fuck off!

Who said it's your fuckin' house anyway, eh?

♪ Get out and don't come back no more ♪

♪ Get out and don't come back no more ♪

♪ Get out Don't come back ♪

♪ Get out and don't come back Get out ♪

♪ And don't come back ♪

♪ No more ♪♪

Come.

The post room boy.

Be with you in a minute, Cooper.

Absent for a full day last week, Cooper?

Now I understand that one day's bank holiday's...

not good enough for you...

so you have to take two.

May I inquire if there's any reason for this?

Not really.

Not ill or anything, were you?

No.

Mr. Cale tells me that you, um...

spent the weekend in Brighton.

I imagine that you were involved to some extent...

in the disturbances there.

Yeah, I was there.

You weren't arrested or detained or anything like that, were you?

No.

I must say I find your attitude fairly incomprehensible.

I feel I must warn you, Cooper, that we cannot tolerate...

this kind of absenteeism amongst our junior staff.

You've got a good steady job here, Cooper.

Plenty of young men would give their eyeteeth to be in your shoes.

Yeah? Well, find one, then.

- I beg your pardon? - You heard. I said find one, then.

Yeah, I'll tell you what you can do with your eyeteeth and your job.

You can take that mail and that franking machine...

and all that other rubbish I have to go about with...

and you can stuff 'em right up your arse!

Hey, Jimmy. What'd you do?

Lose a shilling and find sixpence, eh?

- Look who it is, then. - Jimmy!

We thought they'd locked you up.

Yeah, I got fined, didn't I? Fifty quid.

- Jesus! - Another good customer bites the dust.

Sorry, but we couldn't hang around for you, you know?

- We had to get back to our jobs. - Yeah. Well, I ain't bothered.

I was with Ace and that.

Yeah, we went to court together.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Christ, he's really weird tonight.

I couldn't give a shit.

- Ferdy. - Jim?

You got any blues or anything?

Yeah. How many you want?

- Dunno. How many you got? - Some. French blues.

- I'll have the lot. - What?

You can't afford it.

Look at all that, then.

Golden handshake, innit? Two weeks' money.

Told him to stuff the job right up his arse, didn't I?

You. You sure you want the whole bag, Jim?

- Yeah. Why not, eh? Why not? - All right.

A fiver.

Fiver.

What you gonna do with that lot?

- Start a one-man riot? - Yeah, I might.

- Jim, why'd you chuck in your job? - 'Cause I felt like it.

You're bleedin' nutty!

- You was on a cushy number there. - Look, don't give it all that, right?

I just got fed up. Fancied something outdoors.

Yeah, so do I, eh?

She's not bad, is she?

I found her by the road in Brighton.

Maybe there's some trouble at home.

I see you found yourself a new little boy, then?

Hey, Jimmy, I hope you find a new job.

Oh, yeah?

I could always get you a job on the rubbish carts.

She says you're good at going up and down in alleyways.

If I see you around here again, Cooper -

If I see you around here again, I'm gonna fuckin' kill you!

- Get off me! - What's the matter with you?

Cunt! Get off me! Get off me!

- Piss off! - You piss off!

- Look, forget her, Jimmy! She's a cow! - You shut up and piss off!

You're all wankers and cunts!

Wankers and cunts!

Jimmy! Pack it in and clear off!

What do you want, you old spunker?

Eh? Eh? What do you want?

What do you want?

I'll have you, you little bastard!

Are you mad? What's the matter with you?

- You're worse than he is! - Shut up! Go back to bed!

- Come on in. - You'll wake the whole street up.

It's a bit late to worry about wakin' the street!

If that kid comes near this house again, I'm gonna kill him!

Do we have to shout about it down 'ere? Can't you come in and talk about it?

Do they all have to know our business?

- Hello, Steph. - What are you doing here?

- I wanted to see you. - Well, now you've seen me, okay?

- Hey, wait a minute, will ya? - What you gonna do? Beat me up?

What do you want? Come on, walk. I'm late.

Well, I left home last night.

- I kipped out, didn't I? - In some nuthouse?

Look, I ain't mad, y'know.

What is wrong with you, then?

Well, I dunno. It's just -

It seems like everything's goin' backwards, that's all, Steph.

You sure it's not you that's going backwards?

No! It's just -

I can't think straight, that's all.

I mean, nothing seems right, apart from Brighton.

I mean, Brighton was okay, going to court with the Ace and that.

And, like, I was a mod there, you know?

I mean, that's something, innit?

Oh, what are you talking about?

Brighton was a laugh. That's why we went down there.

It was a giggle, that's all.

Oh, yeah.

And me and you, then? Was that just a giggle?

Oh, what do you think?

All right, so I fancied you.

We had it off together. But that don't mean nothin', does it?

Well, it did to fuckin' me.

Well, I can't help that, Jimmy, can I?

If I'd known you were gonna go off your bloody nut, I wouldn't have bothered.

Look, I told you, I ain't fuckin' mad, right?

No, not much. Look at ya!

Listen, one minute you're all right, next minute you're going bloody stupid.

You can't even have a bit of the other without kicking your mate's head in for it.

Look, just leave me alone, Jimmy! Just leave me alone, all right?

Steph, please. Steph, please!

Oh, fuck off!

You slag! Ah, you cunt!

Bastard!

Aah!

What the bloody hell you doing?

We could've killed you!

- Eh? - Look at this!

Oh, fuck! You know what you've done?

- You cunts! - Look, why didn't you stop?

- Pull the van back, right? - You've killed me scooter!

Fuck off! Leave it alone! Get off it!

- Fuck off! Get off it! - A little dent in it.

Pull that off. Fucking cunt!

Take it easy. Take it easy, now.

Fucking leave it alone!

Get off! Get off it!

There y'are. There it is, on the floor now.

- You're lucky you ain't been killed. - Oh, fucking lucky, am I?

- 'Course you are. - You bastard!

I didn't see you. I don't even know where you came from.

- Fifteen years I been driving, never had an accident. - Oh, never had a fucking accident.

But you got me, didn't you? Woulda killed me!

All of ya! All you fucking Mr. Postmen, fuck off! Go on!

- Come on, let's do our report. - Fuck off!

♪ Why should I care ♪

♪ Why should I care ♪

♪ He-man drag in a glittering ballroom ♪

♪ Grayly outrageous in my high-heeled shoes ♪

♪ Tightly undone ♪

♪ Know what they're showing ♪

♪ Sadly ecstatic that their heroes ♪

♪ Are news ♪

- ♪ Girls of 15 ♪ - ♪ Sexually knowing ♪

- ♪ The ushers are sniffin ' ♪ - ♪ Eau-de-cologne-in ' ♪

- ♪ The seats are seductive ♪ - ♪ Celibate sittin ' ♪

- ♪ Pretty girls diggin ' ♪ - ♪ prettier women ♪

♪ Magically bored on a quiet street corner ♪

♪ Free frustration in our minds and our toes ♪

♪ Quiet storm water M-M-My generation ♪

♪ Uppers and downers ♪

♪ Either way blood flows ♪

- ♪ Inside, outside ♪ - ♪ Leave me alone ♪

- ♪ Inside, outside ♪ - ♪ Nowhere is home ♪

- ♪ Inside, outside ♪ - ♪ Where have I been ♪

♪ Out of my brain on the 5:15 ♪

♪ Out of my brain on the train ♪

♪ Out of my brain on the train, on the train ♪

♪ Whoa, I'm out of my brain ♪♪

♪ Only love ♪

♪ Can make it rain ♪

♪ The way the beach ♪

♪ Is kissed by the sea ♪

♪ Only love ♪

♪ Can make it rain ♪

♪ Like the sweat of lovers ♪

♪ Laying in the fields ♪

♪ Love ♪

♪ Reign o'er me ♪

♪ Reign o'er me Reign o'er me ♪

♪ Love ♪

♪ Reign o'er me ♪

♪ Reign o'er me Reign o'er me ♪

♪ On a dry and dusty road ♪

♪ The nights we spent apart, alone ♪

♪ I need to get back home ♪

♪ To cool, cool rain ♪

♪ I can't sleep and I lay and I think ♪

♪ The night is hot and black as ink ♪

♪ Whoo Oh, God, I need a drink ♪

♪ Of cool, cool rain ♪

♪ Love ♪

♪ Reign o'er me ♪

♪ Reign over me Over me, over me ♪

♪ Whoa, love ♪

♪ Reign o'er me ♪

♪ O-O-O' er me ♪

Fuck it!

♪ Love ♪♪

Fuck it!

♪ A beach is a place where a man can feel ♪

♪ He's the only soul in the world that's real ♪

♪ But I see a face coming through the haze ♪

♪ I remember him from those crazy days ♪

♪ Crazy days ♪

♪ Crazy days ♪

♪ Ain't you the guy who used to set the paces ♪

Come along, lad. What's been keeping you? Get a move on with these cases.

♪ I don't suppose you would remember me ♪

♪ But I used to follow you back in '63 ♪

I've got a good job, and I'm newly born.

You should see me dressed up in my uniform.

I work in an hotel all gilt and flash.

Remember the gaff. where the doors we smashed.

♪ Bell boy ♪

- ♪ I gotta get running now ♪ - ♪ Bell boy ♪

- ♪ Keep my lip buttoned down ♪ - ♪ Bell boy ♪

- ♪ Carry this baggage out ♪♪ - Bell boy!

Bell boy!

♪ You ♪

♪ Were under the impression ♪

♪ That when you were walking forwards ♪

♪ That you'd end up further onward ♪

♪ But things ain't quite that simple ♪

♪ Ya got altered information ♪

♪ You were told to not take chances ♪

♪ You missed out on new dances ♪

♪ Now you're losin ' all your dimples ♪

♪ My jacket's gonna be cut slim and checked ♪

♪ Maybe a touch of seersucker with an open neck ♪

♪ I ride a GS scooter with my hair cut neat ♪

♪ I wear my wartime coat in the wind and sleet ♪

♪ Love ♪

♪ Rain on me ♪

♪ Rain on me ♪

♪ Love ♪

♪ Rain on me ♪

♪ Love ♪

♪ Had enough of living ♪

♪ Had enough of dying ♪

♪ Had enough of smiling ♪

♪ Had enough of crying ♪

♪ I've taken all the high roads ♪

♪ I've squandered and I've saved ♪

♪ I've had enough of childhood ♪

♪ I've had enough of grades ♪

♪ Love ♪

♪ Rain on me ♪

♪ Rain on me ♪

♪ Love ♪

- ♪ Rain on me ♪ - Me!

♪ Love ♪

♪ I've had enough of dance halls ♪

♪ I've had enough of pills ♪

♪ I've had enough of street fights ♪

♪ I've seen my share of kills ♪

♪ I'm finished with the fashions ♪

♪ And acting like I'm tough ♪

♪ I'm bored with hate and passion ♪

- ♪ I've had enough of trying to ♪ - Aah!

♪ Love ♪♪

♪ You stop dancin ' ♪

♪ Laugh and say I'm green ♪

♪ I've seen things you've never seen ♪

♪ Talk behind my back ♪

♪ I'm off the beaten track ♪

♪ I'll take on anyone ♪

♪ Ain't scared of a bloody nose ♪

♪ Drink till I drop down ♪

♪ With one eye on my clothes ♪

♪ What is it? I'll take it ♪

♪ Who is she? I'll rape it ♪

♪ Got a bet there? I'll meet it ♪

♪ Gettin ' high? You can't beat it ♪

♪ What is it? I'll take it ♪

♪ Who is she? Ooh, I'll rape it ♪

♪ Doctor Jimmy and Mister Jim ♪

♪ When I'm pilled, you don't notice him ♪

♪ He only comes out when I drink my gin ♪♪