No, I got out. You?
I'm all right, yeah.
The army didn't teach
you singing, did it?
Nah. Give me my brush back?
'Ere, pile the liquor on, mate.
Two'n'eight.
Cheers.
[Laughs to himself]
Hello, Jim.
What's the matter
with you, then?
That gear you've got on,
it's leather.
That's it.
Goes with the bike, dunnit?
I never realised.
You never realised what?
Well, you was... a rocker.
What am l, black?
You ain't white
in that get-up, are you?
[Snorts] Nah.
Give us a cuppa tea, mate.
Anyway, how long you been back?
Coupla' months ago.
Couldn't stick it, eh?
Nah, they messed me about,
didn't they?
They treat you like shit.
Some poncey Sergeant Major's
always ordering you about.
'Don't do this, don't do that. '
Drove me fuckin' mad.
Then ship you to Wogland.
Whereabouts?
Aden.
Was all right, as it 'appens.
Shooting matches
with the rebels and all that.
But they stopped that.
- Ship you home.
- [Man] You're joking!
Back to the same boring routine.
- Drove me fuckin' mad...
- Gotta go, Kev.
- Where you goin'?
- See you later.
- All right?
- Yeah, fine, John.
What's this fuckin'
rocker doin' here?
Jim?
Here's your towel.
See you later, Kev!
Bollocks.
- [Inside] How does that feel?
- Awkward.
- What?
- Bring it in 'ere.
- I could bring it...
- All right, Dan?
- All right, Jim.
- Put your hands there.
Stop fuckin' about!
Don't use that
language here, sonny.
Talk like that you can
make your own suit.
There you go.
30 shillings, please.
I'll bring that in.
What about this?
I want it by Saturday.
Saturday. Yeah, Saturday.
- What d'you think?
- Rent-a-tent, innit?
Two pound nine pence, please.
- [Customer mutters]
- Don't matter.
All right, darlin'?
Saturdays, I hate 'em.
I thought I'd just
drop by and say hello.
Been up to no good?
Not really.
Just paid me suit off.
- Yeah? What's it like?
- Handsome.
Three buttons, side vents.
16' bottoms.
Dark brown.
[Woman] Have I got to wait
all day while you finish?
I'm wearin' it down to Brighton.
Gonna be one of the faces there,
are you?
What d'you mean 'Going to be'?
I am one of the faces.
# I'm the hippiest
number in town
# And I tell you why
# I'm the snappiest dresser
right down to my pinstripe tie
# And I'll get you wise
# I'll explain to you
# A few of the things
that a face is supposed to do #
That Bombers?
Give us a couple.
Chalky! The Ponce,
he's about again.
Not a tight-arse, are you?
I ain't had one for days.
Why? You get banged up
in Margate or something?
Banged up in Shepherd's Bush.
My old man ain't let me out
since Margate.
Even padlocked
the scooter, right?
I went round,
he tried to do me over.
I wouldn't stand for it.
If my old man
took them sort of liberties,
I'd fuckin' do him.
You seen his dad? He's 6'2'.
How come you're so small?
- Dunno, it's... thingy...
- Genetic.
His nan's a midget.
There's a party
down Kitchener Road.
- Told you.
- That posh bird?
- Yeah. Right goer.
- 0ne with...?
Wanna go to a party?
Everybody's going.
- Where?
- Kitchener Road.
Yeah?
It only takes 20 minutes
to get there by scooter.
Where you off to, then?
I'll see you later.
Come on, Jim.
[Mutter to each other]
Ferdy!
This is the place, lads.
Come on!
All right, John?
Yeah, straight in, no problem.
Come on!
No gate-crashers.
Gate-crashers? Lads, he's
callin' us gatecrashers.
[Shouting]
You didn't even
bring any bottles!
Who the fuck are you?
Bleedin' Prince Philip?
I'm the boyfriend
of the hostess.
[All shout mockingly]
Listen, it's Sandra's party,
and me and me mates are invited.
Sandra?
'Ere, where'd you
get that shirt?
All right, Jim?
Anything you fancy?
There's nothing there.
You found a bird.
I know her. [Laughs]
'Ere, that's mine, ain't it?
Can I have that one? Ta.
'Scuse me.
[Girl squeals and laughs]
'Ere, Dan. Seen what's
goin' on in there?
Go in there. It's a laugh!
You'll love it!
Cheers.
[# THE R0NETTES: Be My Baby]