Mojo

This film contains very strong language.

-I mean, who fucking discovered the kid?

-Exactly.

-One solid, gold, forgotten fact. Up Camden, Luigi's.

-Which Luigi? Luigi with the eyes?

-No!

-Luigi who fucks dogs?

-No!

-Luigi - with the daughter! Parkway!

-Does the liver and onions?

-Yeah.

Ezra sends me up to collect the take. Every machine in Parkway is doing 8, 9 quid a week.

Luigi does 2, 3 quid, if you're lucky. Must be skimming it.

So I says to him, "Stop it, or inky-pinky, blah-blah-blah, you'll get your kidney punched out."

-Only fucking language they speak.

-He's gone,

-"No-one is playing the machine. Nobody's playing!"

-Like we're in outer Russia!

-Like it's the moon.

Listen, this is the bit, right.

"They are doing it themself!" He says, "They're doing it themself."

This kid comes in, gets up in the corner, does it himself! The fucking shake, rattle and roll himself!

-Camden kids!

-Micks and Paddies.

-Do me a turn.

-Micks and Paddies and wops who fuck dogs.

-He says, "Come back tonight." So I go back.

I take Ezra, Mickey. We're gonna knee him in the cods, take the rig back -

-He's told us a fib. Lo and behold...

-No.

-Yes.

-No.

-Yes.

-No!

-On my soul.

In the corner, all the moves, everyone watching...

a child.

# I got a crazy, crazy mama She never wanna rock with me

# I got a crazy, crazy mama She never wanna rock with me... #

That's what happened.

I'm not whining. I'm not bleating. Am I supposed to get in the van, start doing sums? "I want 30, 40%."

-You're not a fucking vulture.

-Or a fucking van boy. I want what's mine.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's Saturday night and you're at Ezra's Atlantic,

the only place to be!

I want you to put your hands together

for the one and only Mr Silver Johnny! SCREAMING

I want you to put your hands together...

CHANTING: Johnny! Johnny!

Try the red one on.

Leave it open.

Leave three open from the top.

Stand still. It's nice.

That's the one. That's the one.

I like it. I know you like it. Don't crease it. Take it off.

PHONE RINGS

Stand in the corner. Come on, stand in the corner.

Face the wall.

Hello? ..Yeah.

No. No.

Would you get Mr Ross to call me, then? ..OK.

..Go on.

Not bad. Keep your elbows in.

..Hello, Mr Ross?

Where is he? ..Can you call back when he gets in, then?

No, better still. You tell Mr Ross to call me when he gets in, OK?

Yeah, thank you.

Have you shaved today? I shaved yesterday.

How often do you shave?

..Depends.

# I'll sing you a song It won't take long All coppers are bastards! #

..Dobson Terrace.

TV IS ON You're wobbling.

You're wobbling under here. You're getting tits like a girl.

You'll have to watch it... Johnny! Have to get you a bra.

..The one with the dress with the thing up the back, just chatting like that,

and Baby swans up, does the thing about the breath. Says I've got bad breath. Embarrassing, innit?

..Very continental. # Sing a song with words... #

-That stuff's explosive.

-It's the best.

-It's paraffin. Watch.

-Fuck me.

-They make it in Poland, death camps.

..Mop up that pile of sick... Is he Alan Ladd? I don't think so...

Who's got the cake? They're dropping it round. What's it like?

Blue. Lovely. Go and get it.

Go on your bike. Now? Before we open.

There's a present for you. ..Present for you two. Put that in your coat.

-What do you think to downstairs?

-The fucking sequins!

-Sequin after sequin!

-It looks like Little Richard walked in and exploded!

Did you hear that? ..It was Mickey's idea!

-How are you feeling, son?

-I'm fine.

Good, cos I'm gonna need you tonight. Cake, Coca-Cola, band...

Now, where the fuck is my son?

COMPLETE SILENCE

STREET HUBBUB FADES IN

# My girl did a dance tonight

# Woah, yeah My gi-irl

# Did a dance tonight

# She went uma-liddy-wah-wah

# Ichy boppa doo-lah She did it, yeah, she did it

# Uma-liddy-wah-wah Ichy boppa doo-lah

# She did it, yeah, she did it

# ..Till the broad daylight

# Well, I love you, baby Throughout the night

# And do the uma-liddy till the broad daylight

# Now it is time to go

# I-I-I saw my girl put on a show... #

Last week, I'm on the door, he comes up behind me, squeezed my bollocks. Really hurt me.

I wasn't crying, but you know when water comes to your eyes. Mickey, I've had enough! I want kids one day.

-Look who it isn't!

-We thought you was dead! That bird Madge said she saw you floating down the river!

-What the fuck is that flower for?

-Your daddy's gonna kill you.

-Where have you been all week?

Who put up all those stars downstairs? The sequins.

-It was Mickey.

-All on his own.

-Mickey?

Was that you? Did you do that?

Look at this here! Lovely tan. Lovely sunburn!

Very continental.

-Mickey?

-Later.

-Now, Mickey, I'm off.

Did you squeeze Luke's nuts?

-Scuse me?

-Skinny Luke says you squeezed his nuts on Saturday.

-When?

-When he was on the door.

-Don't want to squeal on you, but, yes, he did have a little tweak.

-Luke! Why do you make these things up?

-DOOR OPENS

Where the fucking hell have you been?!

-I was just talking to Mickey, about the sequins!

-Go downstairs.

- You won't be getting paid! - Will you tell him?

-Tell me what?

-..Baby squeezed his nuts.

-When?

-Last week, on the door, in front of some bird.

It's just I might want kids one day.

I think what he meant to say was he-he'd LIKE me to squeeze his nuts.

You cheeky bastard!

What are you doing?! ..Look at him?! What?

You'll catch a head cold! Put some clothes on, wrap your throat up and go back in!

I'm hungry. You're not! Do as you're told!

-What's the green ones?

-Green's good. Really good.

-What's the red ones?

-My mum's slimming pills. You have to wolf hundreds of them...

-Good.

-My piss is black.

-That's the white ones.

Mickey!

-What was I gonna say to you?

-About Mr Ross.

-Oh, yeah. One of his lot came round.

Pretending. Small talk. They make you laugh, don't they? I mean, we weren't born yesterday.

-I think Ross thinks you're ignoring him.

-Hmm. Lean down.

Bit of sequin.

# I got a crazy, crazy mama She never want to rock with me

# I got a crazy, crazy mama She never want to rock with me... #

Hi, Ezra. OK. ..Your tie! Put your tie on!

He wants to do the boogie woogie number last. Talk to him. OK.

Who's having a birthday? Never you mind. Take it upstairs.

Hey, you two! Be careful with that! Do you know how much that cost?!

Not enough swartzers. Tell Skinny to let in any black face that he sees.

-Think about what I said.

-You relax and let me worry about Mr Ross. ..There's one.

-Yes! OK, you get off home.

-No, I'll stay till it starts.

-You're gonna make it worse! I'll lose you all next week!

-I'm fine.

Fuck off and don't come back, OK?

Sorry.

Hey! That's more like it, innit? Calypso!

# I got a crazy, crazy mama

# I got a crazy, crazy mama I got a crazy, crazy mama

# That crazy, crazy mama never... #

-AMERICAN ACCENT: So where do you little ladies come from?

-Guildford.

Guild-ford? Guildford? I ain't heard of that. But I ain't from around here.

-You American?

-Yeah, ma'am. Yes, ma'am. I am. American citizen.

DRUM BEATS, NO OTHER SOUND

Ladies and gentlemen, it's Saturday night at Ezra's Atlantic, the only place to be

that welcomes young people. Hold onto your hats for the prince of Saturday night,

the one, the only Mr Silver Johnny! SCREAMING

See, you could wear that in the big halls and it's still gonna come across. Eh, Sam?

You were first-class, Johnny. Thank you.

-See, it's getting us into the big halls.

-We ARE getting there.

-But you can only get into those halls certain ways.

-I'll give you full points for trying.

-What?

Listen to him! "What? What?"

-OK. ..Can I?

-Yeah, go on.

-OK, we want two things.

-TWO things?

I thought your sort only wanted ONE thing.

Hold on, hold on! We want...we want two things.

Two things. One, what's best for you and two, what's best for us.

Sam, he's good, isn't he? He's very good.

Plus what's best for him, for Johnny. The person and the, er...

The living person and the surround, the thing.

You, me, him, the thing - that's four things. What IS "the thing"?

-The thing! Fucking...the surround.

-The fucking... The image.

Two things is now eight things - me, you, him, the thing, the image.

You've had another piece of fucking cake - that's NINE things!

-You heard 50-50?

-I don't know! Don't turn it into nothing!

Think. Was it Sam? Did Sam say it?

It was tricky with the smoke. I'm pouring tea, bent double, I heard those words - 50-50.

And the single word - America.

# Sequins and stars... #

Yeah, a bigger brass section, more saxophones, it'd sound fabulous.

Who's this? This is Baby Ezra, my son.

Baby Ezra, this is Mr Ross.

HE RINGS BICYCLE BELL Nice sunburn.

Yeah, he's the healthy, outdoor type.

We're going to Mr Ross's for billiards. Don't wait up.

-OK, OK, all we know...

-All we know is fish are jumping and the cotton is high. Talk about something else.

-Great night.

-Great night. Exactly.

-We are fucking made!

-My whole life makes sense!

-Is there an angel pissing down the chimney?

Nice shot. Pure gem, that. Pure gem.

There's a little bit of daylight.

-Hold it! We've not been told.

-Makes no difference.

-Have you been told?

-Have you been told?

-No!

-Exactly!

Go to the museum, look at any picture of Napoleon and you'll see!

A lot of blokes standing around - doers, finders, advisors, watchers.

-Big fuckers in fur boots on the payroll!

-Napoleon's chums, all there, sneaking around, having a natter -

-waiting for the deal.

-If they weren't there, they wouldn't have painted 'em!

ROCK'N'ROLL MUSIC BLARES

-< Oi! Pack it in.

-I'm really sorry.

MUSIC FROM JUKEBOX # Honey, honey, honey, honey

# Well, baby, baby, baby, baby I want you tonight... #

Why don't you fuck off?

-What did I do?

-You know what you did, now push off.

-What did I do?!

-You know damn well. Shove off.

You leant on my shoulder and you started blowing in my ear.

Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. Maybe it was a ghost.

-I have no idea what you're talking about.

-I said, maybe it was a ghost!

Who the fuck is this? Don't know. No-one.

-Who the fuck are you?!

-No-one.

-Do you want a knuckle sandwich?!

-What?

A knuckle sandwich!

-That's very good!

-Piss off! Go on!

-All right, Babes?

-My piss is black.

-That's the white ones.

Babe, you look awful! What's up?

-Do you want a knuckle sandwich?

-What?

Fuck him!

-Do you think he knows?

-What do you think?

-Ezra wouldn't tell him!

-Ezra wouldn't trust him to run a tub!

-What's going on?

-Nothing. Just relaxing.

-Playing the game later?

How are you feeling? My piss is black!

-That's the white ones.

-Anyway, we're gonna have an early night.

JUKEBOX # Baby, baby, baby, baby Don't you know my love is true

# Honey, honey, honey, honey Get up off that money

# And kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss me

# Love, love, love, love me

# Well, give me all you've got

# Baby, baby, baby, baby You know you've got the lot

# Oh, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss me... #

-Knock.

-Knock.

Come on. I'll lend you some.

< Round again.

-Did you see that?

-What?

-That was brilliant.

-What was?

-Ask him.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-Yes, you do.

-No, I don't!

Tell them where the double blank came from.

-Bollocks!

-No rubber.

-No! Look, he's lying!

-See anything?

-Nothing. You?

-No rubber.

Thanks very much. Thank you! Leave it. No!

It's not... It's bloody typical...

You Italian now, eh? No, you're a Jew! Be one!

You know what's next, don't you? The fucking dagger act.

-It's Mr Double Daggers.

-This is embarrassing. It's embarrassing!

-Donny Double Daggers!

-Every fucking time.

Don't look at me. Look at the floor.

Don't look at me. Look at the floor!

(I'll close your fucking eyes!)

-Look away! Look away.

-Fuck off!

-Baby, don't shame yourself up.

-Stab him. Stab him twice.

-Look away!

-You've hurt him.

-Go and apologise.

-Go and apologise to him.

-Go and apologise to him.

Lu-uke!

Skinny Luke!

Skinny Luke!

HE CRIES QUIETLY Every fucking time!

Fucking Jew!

Oi.

He's dead, Luke.

-Where are the others?

-Mickey?

MUSIC BLARES

# ..In walked old misery And he's been here since then

# I-I-I don't have... #

-Mickey!

-Mickey.

-How's your head cold?

-Feeling a bit more like it?

-Friar's Balsam in a bowl - bingo!

-Looks bad, don't it?

-Looks dreadful.

-Tell me how bad it looks.

-Last night, Mickey!

-You missed a night!

-One word - sequins.

-I was gonna say one word - fucking sequins!

Underwater theme - Ezra's Atlantic. The whole joint sparkled like...

SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!

All right?! Shut your fucking mouth!

-What's up, Mickey?

-What's up? What's up?

Ezra's dead.

Oh, Jesus!

Poor fucking man!

Agh!

-Mickey!

-Yeah.

Put them away. Put them away! Push them in. ..Push!

Push, Luke. Push!

Quickly, quickly! Push!

CAR HORN

-What are you doing?

-Come on now! ..Come on!

Jesus fucking Christ!

Jesus fucking Christ!

-I haven't got no sick.

-Stick your fingers down your throat. Tickle it near the back.

-Skin, did you see him leave?

-No, I was handing out the fucking coats(!)

-Then you all came back here.

And no-one heard nothing?!

-What like?

-Like somebody sawing your boss in two outside the fucking window!

-We didn't hear nothing. We had the...juke on.

-This is what you've got to listen to...

-I like the juke!

You put on a quiet platter, you don't expect to have to listen out for untold fucking carnage!

-You're living in a dream world.

-So now I did it?

I did it! It's all my fault, Charlie Chan! Yeah, you caught me straight!

I sawed Ezra in two. Let's all kill each other, make it simple! Look at him getting on Mickey's side!

-There's just OUR side and THEM!

-They just sawed one of us in two! I don't want to be on our side!

Mickey...there was something.

Sweets...

can I speak to you? Can I speak to you, please, aside for a tick? Sweets, please.

-It's finished.

-Fish are still jumping.

My advice is shut the fuck up.

Tell me, Sweets.

Um... I think, maybe, Mr Ross was here.

Where?

-Last night. I thought perhaps Sam Ross was here last night.

-Come here.

-Look at me.

-Mickey, c-can...

-Shut up!

-I thought you'd been told.

-Did you see him?

-Not exactly.

What do you mean? What the fuck does that mean?

Sid did.

OK.

OK. OK.

Mickey, it's simple. If you will just give me a minute... And don't say anything,

cos none of us wants to get angry. We're all... What Sweets has just said...is a lie.

Yeah, it's bollocks.

-I mean, he thinks that it's true, but it's not, you see?

-No, I don't.

OK, OK, can I finish? Can I? Please?

Now, I know...I know! But this is my point, right.

There was a chap here, but it weren't Mr Ross.

-What did he look like? What was he wearing?

-Shirt, jacket... Menswear!

-I don't fucking believe this!

Hang on! ..Mickey, I'm working all night, I'm full of pills, people coming and going.

It's faces, Saturday night, drink more, smoke more, busy, busy, busy! It's not my business who comes in!

-I take tickets on the door.

-Sidney!

Hang on! Hang on! Because I... Because I...

Sometimes, I fix the machines! I don't...I don't front the place up!

I...I hear a little rumour and I pass it on, that is me!

So what? It doesn't make me Al Capone.

Who was he with? ..Eh?

A couple of blokes? Big guy, tache, Scottish?

Yeah?

-Is it locked out there?

-They ain't coming for us!

-Look at me! ..Tell me everything you saw!

-Fuck off!

-Tell him!

-Fucking agony! Getting cuffy with me when I'm trying my best! Fuck off!

-Give over! We're all bang in this now!

-I'm feeling really relaxed now!

FOOTSTEPS

This is just for now.

Tonight. Skinny Luke.

I'm gonna buy you a drink... apologise...

I'm gonna buy Mickey a drink... apologise.

I'm gonna apologise...

to everyone.

-Mickey, fucking help!

-It's all right.

Baby...I got a call this morning.

Somebody's murdered your dad.

Skinny, go over to Charlie Dodds. See what guns he's got. Go there and come back fast.

Don't talk to no-one. Don't get stopped. Stuff it up your shirt.

-I got to talk to you, Mickey.

-No. Just do it.

-Did you lock the front door?

-I put the bolt on.

-That won't hold. Forget it.

SOBS QUIETLY

You need your sleep.

Sid said Sam Ross was here.

-Hang on. I don't feel right.

-All right, we'll do this later.

It's a working day and I am a working man.

This is fun. ..Two businessmen...

-..enjoying the morning.

-You gonna be funny about this?

-I'm all ears.

You're all ears. You're all ears. Know who Sam Ross is?

-Ross has got the kid and this has happened.

-What do I have to do with all this?

-For the next few days,

-I need you here.

-What for? What...?

For the outside, it goes Ezra, you, me. To the outside.

-So, like decoration. Like the fucking sequins.

-They're gonna come here. If not Sam Ross,

then anyone who wants this place. For the outside, you're the son...

-So...

-So why did they call YOU?

Somebody decides to kill my daddy...

Do they call me, tell me?

No, Mickey, they give YOU the call.

Have you seen Skinny Luke's trousers?

-What?

-I go all the way to Monkey Town, buy myself a pair of stay-like-its, midnight blue.

I walk around in them one week. Luke walks in here this morning, it's like looking in a mirror.

And the red plims!

-Fucking stay-like-its and red plims.

-Baby.

-What?

He copies my walk. I look over there, there's another me.

-It's because he likes you.

-Oh, I know. He loves me, Mickey.

I'm sorry for you, Baby.

I'm sorry for you too, Mickey.

-They're gonna come here...

-..Gonna come here.

-Yes. I think they are.

-I think... I think they are.

-If... Listen...

-If... Listen...

You think you're in a book.

I am. I'm Spiderman.

Mickey! ..Mickey!

What?!

Mickey!

-What is it?

-Hang on! Wait for it!

Can you see that?! Oh, Christ!

It's antique. A collector's item. Where did you get that?! I'll gun them all down!

-Mow them all down!

-Might as well give Sam Ross a Chinese burn as pop him with that.

-£5 for the week.

-Is that all he's got?

-It's a sign.

-It says, "We are the men with the small gun!"

Did you say you were with me? Yeah.

Mickey, I say we do a runner.

-We've had a terrible shock. We, all of us, put it behind us, jump on a train down Margate...

-Sweets.

-The cool sea breeze works wonders for a head cold.

-We've got no lease on this place, no deed.

We go to Margate, we lose it all.

We're gonna stay here, sweat out the weekend, see what happens.

There's a hole in your plan, Mickey.

Oh, really, Sid? Do tell.

What if Mr Ross comes back? Eh?

Sam Ross comes back here, finds we all hung around. What next?

-That I don't know.

-You don't know?!

-No.

Think about my plan, Mickey - sun, donkeys...

Nothing's keeping you. You want to go to Margate, you're welcome!

-Mickey! Do you think he's gonna come for us?!

-You met him. You tell me.

Good reply. That's a very good reply.

Skinny!

-You look fantastic!

-Sorry?

-Like a prince!

-Can I ask you a question? Where did you get those trousers?

-What?

They're lovely. With the crease and the turn-ups. ..Oh!

Honestly, I didn't know you had a pair.

Mickey, I didn't know he had a pair.

I'll let you wear them IF you come over here and kiss mine.

Seriously, I won't say a thing if you come over here and kiss my pegs.

-All right, that's enough.

-Kiss my pegs.

-Fuck off.

-Kiss my pegs!

-Skinny...kiss his fucking pegs!

I KNOW why you do it! It's because you love me! Mickey says! Show me!

Kiss my pegs! Kiss my pegs! Kiss my pegs!

KNOCK ON DOOR

Did anybody see you?

-Mickey!

-Shut up!

You all right, Mickey?

-I know what that is.

-What?

-I know what that is!

-Fucking hell!

-It's the kid!

-No.

-It's the fucking kid's head!

-No, it's not!

-It's the kid's head!

-No, it's not!

-Oh, fucking hell!

-Is it heavy? I bet it's a couple of stone! Is it?!

-Will you shut up?! Calm yourself down!

-Fucking finished!

-Do you want a knuckle sandwich?

-What?

Who wants a knuckle sandwich? ..Eh?

-Who wants a knuckle sandwich?

-Go upstairs, have a lie-down.

When I come back, I want to see you wearing different trousers.

Luke. Luke, come with me.

-Stick a pin in me.

-If I hadn't seen...

-Did I fall asleep and miss the wedding?

-It's very bad for morale that. Very bad.

-Where are you going?

-To get us some food. Could be all fucking weekend.

-Take me with you.

-No.

-Please.

You're in charge. Stay here, stay put. Nobody does anything till I get back.

-Nobody goes outside.

-Leave it to me. You can trust me.

-Lock it after me.

Cab! Oi!

Just give it a tap.

You can decide the next one yourself.

Wait there.

Am I...? You gonna...?

Am I allowed to hit the other white one? You can do a cannon.

You can do a cannon. Yeah, look.

- No-one's doing anything this week? - Shut up.

What did you say to him, Sam? What did you tell him? I can't do it.

-Will I take over?

-I just can't do the swerve.

-Shall I have a go?

-Yeah, he's got all his life to learn.

Show Johnny the whatsisname.

Come here. You'll like this.

-Have you spoken to him? What did he say?

-Sit down.

-Has he said yes?

Mr Ross, I can still talk to him.

-What did he say? He said yes?

-He said no.

Oh, fucking hell...

-I can speak to him. Let me have two minutes with him.

-We're going ahead.

-What? Now?

-Yeah.

-Is he here?

-He's next door.

You get the club and my blessing. You're gonna get what you wanna get, I'm gonna get what I'm gonna get.

It's got to be tonight. Mickey?

Are you in or out?

-I've got no choice, have I?

-Yeah, you have. But make it now.

Good man.

He's in the garage. Through that door, down the passage. Give him one in the head and come back in here.

-What?

-He's out cold.

-What are you talking about?

Just do it and come back in here.

What do you mean? ..I didn't know... I thought you'd do it.

-I thought you'd do it!

-No. You're gonna do it.

-I can't. I can't...

-I can't do it.

-He's not conscious. Just go and do it and come back.

-I don't think I can.

-I made a mistake?

-Hang on.

-For what? What we hanging on for? Mickey, what we hanging on for?

Excuse me, Mr Ross, I...

I thought...I thou...

It's through that door and down the passage.

Stop crying. Stop crying! Mickey, stop crying!

Have you stopped crying?

-Yeah.

-Good. You're OK?

I thought you were gonna do it...

I thought when you came to me, I thought you were gonna do it.

Because...I've been in there and I can't fucking do it.

I-I... I can't fucking do it.

You gonna do it? Mickey?

CLICK

Give me the gun.

Fuck off.

Mickey?

# I don't have plans and schemes

# And I don't have hopes and dreams

# I don't have anything

# Since I don't have you

# I don't have fond desires

# And I don't have happy hours... # PHONE RINGS

# ..I-I-I don't have anything

# Since I don't have you

# I don't have happiness And I guess... #

Hello?

# ..I never will ever again

# When you walked out on me

# In walked old misery

# And he's been here since then

# I-I-I don't have love to share

# A-And I don't have one who cares

# I-I-I don't have anything

# Si-ince I do-on't have you

# Yo-ou, yo-ou, yo-ou

# Yo-ou, yo-ou, yo-ou

# Yo-ou, yo-ou, yo-ou, yo-ou Yo-ou, yo-ou, yo-ou, yo-ou

# Yo-o-o-ou. #

The minute after he's heard, "Sorry, Baby, your dad's been done," what does he do?

There's dads and dads. You're thinking of a dad like in a book. Fucking figure.

-But...

-Not some bloke that sticks his hands down your pants, one that has you biting the sheets.

Don't get me wrong, I like him.

I'm not saying I'd save him if the building catches fire, but he's a mate.

Well, he's one of me best mates.

He's... His dad did the funny on him, well, that's all in the past. The fucker's dead.

You know, the trouble with his type, he thinks the world owes him a big kiss and a trip down the zoo.

Hello, soldier. RINGS BICYCLE BELL

-See?

-Shut up.

-How avant-garde.

-Shut up!

OK. You have to ride it around there.

Round the wall.

£1,000,520.

-Get off.

-What?

-Get off my bike.

-What's your problem?

-Get off my bike. Get off...my bike. Get off it.

-How much do you want for it?

-It's not for sale.

-Three guineas.

-Sell it.

Or...do you want to get off my roof?

It's not his roof.

-Is it my turn now? I reckon I'm up to that.

-Sid.

-I can do that stunt.

For fuck's...

Fucking Nora! Congratulations! You could have killed someone. It's hit someone!

No, I haven't.

The coppers are coming now! BICYCLE BELL ECHOES

-Hello, Mickey. Where've you been?

-Who wants to go to prison, eh?

Who wants to get hanged?

-Hands up who wants hanging! Anyone?

-No.

No. Well, who can explain this to me? Who can explain how Skinny Luke's bike fell off the roof?

Strictly speaking, it's my bike.

-You're very funny, Baby.

-Sorry.

-What if the police come?

-They'll fuck off after ten minutes.

SWEETS: Did you get any sandwiches?

Mickey, it's about the cake. I can't eat any more or I'll sick up.

Nobody's getting sandwiches. I'll say when you get sandwiches.

-Hang on! Do I have to point out the fucking obvious here?!

-What?

-I

-get a thump in the head and Luke gets made king of the keys?!

-Sid.

-I'm not happy, Mickey. My ear is still ringing.

-Listen, Sid...

I'm sorry I hit you.

Oh.

I-I've got things I could s-say.

-I've got ideas...

-Relax, Sid. Everyone knows you're here.

Mickey, can I have a word with you?

-What?

-It's...in private.

I know I've not done much to run things in the past

and, obviously, you're in charge, but...

we could run the club together.

Like...I could tell people.

I'm glad to see you've thought about it. Like I said,

-we need you here.

-..So?

So don't dance me around, leave Skinny Luke alone, help out more in the club

and then, in a week, we'll talk.

-That's all I'm gonna say.

-All right.

I'm going to apologise to him. I'm going to do it now.

-It's just that I've had enough, Babe.

-I really do mean it. I'm not going to squeeze your nuts any more.

Me and Mickey, we've had a chat. We've sorted everything out.

It's just it really hurts.

I might want kids one day.

I'm sorry.

-Want a piece of cake?

-Have you got any with icing on it?

The cherries taste like wax.

-What time is it?

-Sunset. It's getting cooler.

-All right.

Listen, Skin, bring over the mattresses. Make up some blankets.

You two, push full beer barrels against the back door. ..Baby, give them a hand.

-Mickey.

-What?

-What are YOU gonna do?

-I'm gonna make a call.

-Right.

Because, um, I've had an idea and I think YOU should give them a hand.

Didn't last long, did it?

-No, it's just, well, what were YOU gonna do?

-I told you.

-What was it again?

-Make a telephone call.

Tell you what, you help them and I'll make the call.

I don't see the problem.

-Mickey...

-It's all right. It's all right.

Baby, you're in charge. So, tell me, what would you like me to do?

Why don't you tell all of us what you'd like us to do?

OK.

Who wants to go and find the kid?

-Don't fuck around, Baby.

-I'm serious! Why don't we all chip up Sam Ross's?

-Come on, chum. Let's just do this. It'll make Mickey happy.

-What?

-What?

-Skinny.

-Hmm?

-Go upstairs.

-What did I say?

-Just go upstairs.

-What...? Wha-What did I say?

Kiss my pegs.

-Fuck off.

-Kiss my pegs.

-No, Baby, please. No, just...

-Do it.

-Fuck off.

-Kiss my pegs.

-Baby...

-Kiss my pegs.

-What did I say?!

-Kiss his pegs!

-Kiss his fucking pegs!

-DO IT! DO IT!

-DO IT!

-Baby.

Go upstairs.

-That's it, Mickey, I'm off.

-Skinny.

-I'll get hurt if I stay here.

- Wait down here. He's in shock! - Shock? He's a nutter.

-That is an act! Smack him in the face!

-All of you wait down here.

Fuck! Fucking double daggers!

Fuck's sake! Who is this for?

KISS MY PEGS!

-DO IT!

-Tell him to fuck off!

-Fuck off! I'll do it!

-Get out!

-I'm sorry?

I'm sorry, what?!

Leave.

-That's not very nice.

-Leave!

-You watch what you say to me.

-I don't have to. None of us do.

Well, come on, then. ..Come on.

Go on, do it. Go on, kill me!

Go on, yeah! Kill me! Come on, kill me!

What do you really want out of life?

I want to be a star.

A big star. Big as one of Larry's boys?

Bigger. Bigger, eh?

Yeah. Big as Tommy?

Yeah. ..I think...if, er...

I think if I've not been on Six-Five Special or Oh, Boy by the time I'm 20, I'll definitely kill myself.

Would you excuse me a minute?

Roger!

(Take the boys out, you know...)

Good night, Johnny.

NATIONAL ANTHEM PLAYS ON RADIO

Come and sit over here.

How's that? Thank you.

Where do you live now, then?

In Acton, with my mum.

You want to call her? I'll call her later.

Big star, eh?

Big as...big as Buddy?

I'd need the right songwriters. I only contribute at the moment.

Say...say someone has an idea or...

I hear something on the radio, it gets in my bones. But I, er... I'm sure you'll pick it up.

I'm getting better. I contributed to, er...to the...to Teardrops.

You sing it very well. I don't know.

I think...I think I've got a black man's soul.

Sorry?

I think that... I am possessed by the...

It's hard to say. Not his soul exactly.

I think I have black rhythm, roots. Black.

It's hard to explain.

You want some more milk? No, thanks.

Something stronger?

No, thanks.

HE SNIFFS Hey.

There, there.

I'm sorry. Want to call your mum?

No, I-I'm fine.

Sometimes I-I feel...

like I'm going mad.

Well, we all do. It's normal.

I dare say I like the attention. That's definitely normal!

I don't know.

I'm...I'm an emotional person.

Well, so what, eh? We all are.

Hey, look. Why don't you sing something? ..Just to relax you.

What - now? Yeah, if you like.

# Well, I'm just a poor young boy

# And these girls 'bout to drive me wild

# Yeah, I'm just a poor young boy

# And these girls 'bout to drive me wi-ild

# Yeah, I-I'm just a poor young boy

# And these girls 'bout to drive me wild

# The way they rock'n'roll

# And call me ain't no jive... #

Tickle, tickle.

Go on.

# ..The way they laugh The way they sing

# Makes my heart go ting-a-ling... # Tickle, tickle.

Tickle, tickle.

You ticklish?

..Sorry?

Tickle, tickle!

Eh? You ticklish? I think you are.

I think you are. Slap and tickle, eh?

Yeah. Slap and tickle.

What are you? ..Tickles or slaps?

What are you?

Tickles or slaps, eh?

DOORBELL RINGS

I'll get you a drink. Something stronger.

FAINT TAPPING

TAPPING GETS LOUDER

Hello, John.

Where is everybody?

He sent them out.

MICKEY!

MICKEY! ..MICKEY!

MICKEY!

What?!

-Fucking hell!

-What is it?

Fucking hell!

-Shiny little...! Where the fuck have you been?!

-You like it?

-You fucking champion!

-Where did you find him?

He was on the telly. I went round the back, opened it and got him out.

-Bastard! Where the fuck have you been?!

-OK, I'm lost.

-Go indoors.

-Mickey...

-Did you hear? Go indoors.

How's your head cold, Mickey? You feeling all right?

-Fucking get in!

-What's going on?

Who wants to die, eh?! Who wants to die today?!

Do as I say! Do as I say! Do as I say! Do as I fucking-well say!

Baby...

-..You all right?

-Go fuck yourself, Mickey.

-You put ten years on me, you little...!

-Leave me alone!

I saw Mickey! Mickey was there!

-I saw him!

-..Baby...

- I saw him! - Bollocks!

Mickey! It was Mickey!

-Mickey, what have you done?

-Mickey!

-Listen!

-Fucking head cold, you ... ! What have you done!

-It's bull crap!

He's twiced us all! It's a joke! What happened?

Mickey's done nothing! Anyone listens to some little fuck...! I believe Mickey!

You shut your fucking mouth! You don't belong here! You're a liar!

Take your lies somewhere else!

SQUEALS

-Fuck! What'd you do that for?

-Skinny!

I've been shot in the head! I'm shot in the head!

You are a fucking nut! What if I die?!

What if I die?! You think of that?!

-How much blood do you have to lose before you die?!

-Sit down!

My teeth! My teeth have all gone loose.

Shooting my fucking teeth!

My teeth have all gone wiggly! My teeth have all gone wiggly!

Mickey!

How much blood do you have to lose, Mickey? Mickey! How much blood?

How much blood do you have to lose?

Mickey, how much blood...?

Skin...Skinny...

Luke...

You...!

Let's get out of here.

We should go now.

What?

I said, do you want to go out?

Where?

I don't know.

# Well, I'm just a poor young boy

# And these girls 'bout to drive me wild

# Well, I'm just a poor young boy

# And these girls 'bout to drive me wild

# I-I'm just a poor young boy

# And these girls 'bout to drive me wild

# The way they rock and roll and hold me, angel child

# The way they laugh The way they sing

# Makes my heart go ting-a-ling

# The way they laugh The way they sing

# Makes my heart go ting-a-ling

# The way they la-augh and si-ing

# Makes my heart go ting-a-ling

# Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling ting-a-ling. #

# One night of sin

# Is what I'm paying for

# The things I did and I saw

# Would make the Earth stand still

# Don't call my name

# It makes me feel so ashamed

# I've lost my sweet, helping hand

# I got myself to blame... #