hard to tell with you lot.
This one. Give us a kiss.
Piss off!
[Girl] You bastards!
This one's the bird!
[Girl screams] Bugger off!
- [Girl] Spider!
- Let's go!
Spider!
So long, suckers!
[Car horn]
Fuck off!
[Spider] Bloody hell.
[Sobbing]
# Yeah, my heart stood still
# Yes, his name was Bill
# Yeah,
and when he walked me home... #
Lads, I've just seen Spider
outside. He's taken a kicking!
Some rockers have had him!
- You're joking?
- He's outside on the stairs.
[Dave] Come on!
Spider? You all right, yeah?
What's this about rockers
kickin' you in?
I'm gonna murder
the bleedin' scum!
You lot! Come on!
[Dave] Stay there, right?
- What we gonna do?
- Fucking kill 'em!
- Right! Come on!
- Are you with me?
[All shout angrily]
Murder!
# Yes, he looked so fine
# Yes, I made him mine
# And when he walked me home
# Da do ron ron ron,
da do ron ron
There they fuckin' are!
[Angry shouting]
[Rocker yells in pain]
Fuckin' hell!
Fuckin' have 'im!
Jim!
[Dave]
You wanted it, didn't you?
Fuck off! Leave 'im alone!
Leave 'im alone!
- Leg it!
- Fuckin' law'll be here!
What sort of time
d'you call this?
I haven't got a watch.
Don't come funny, lad.
It's nearly midnight, isn't it?
I ain't gonna turn
into a pumpkin, am I?
Anyway, you're pissed.
Fuckin'...
[Mum] What's going on?
I've been sat up,
waiting for you.
I can do without
your clever remarks.
[Mum] George!
Who'd you think you are?
I don't know. You tell me, eh?
You're barmy, that's what.
Staying out all hours.
Gettin' up to God knows what.
Dressing like a bloody freak.
Stand still when
I'm talking to you.
I wouldn't be surprised
if you're on drugs.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
I know what you
get up to, your gang.
You've got to be part of a gang.
Got to be a mod.
Haven't you got
a mind of your own?
I'll tell you,
you're schizophrenic, you are.
What's that then, eh?
I'll tell you.
It's somebody like you,
who doesn't know
where his mind is.
Bloody split personality.
Half your mother's family
were the same.
That's where you get it.
Your Uncle Sid was always
trying to kill himself.
And when he did
it was an accident.
He never knew what he was doing.
- What happened to him?
- He got drowned, didn't he?
Fell down a bleedin' well
in the garden.
Go on, get off to bed.
[Knocking on door]
[Knocking on door]
[Mum] Jimmy? Jimmy!
Come on, you,
you're late as it is.
- Jimmy!
- [Mumbles] Don't...
Come on, wake up.
[Sighs]
I'm not well, Mum.
- What?
- I can't go in. I'm not well.
0h!
Something wrong with your head?
Lying there in your clothes!
It's not normal.
Well, I can't stand here.
I've gotta get on.
[Shouts] Make sure you go to the
doctor for a certificate, hear?
Yes.
Hang on, what about them blokes
Pete was on about?
What? Always got bags of it?
Straight out the back door
of the chemical factory?
That's fuckin' rubbish.
Just sort of bollocks you'd
expect from that flash cunt.
Yeah, but it's worth a try.
- I'll try him now.
- [Man] Nothing to do?
All right, George,
half a minute.
I'll pick you up later.
Yeah, all right, Jim.
D'you want a push start?
[Engine starts]
No, thanks.
Hey, Jim!
I'll be me own bike tomorrow.
Eh?
The scooter's back
from the garage.
Burn the arse off
your rust bucket.
Any time.
[Dogs bark]
Butch! Jenny! It's all right.
Go on, get back in there.
Hello, young Jim. 0n holiday?
Nah, just fancied the day off.
You'll be a bloody beatnik
before you know it.
Ban the bomb and do fuck all.
Poncin' about.
0h, you're all right.
Just you and your Uncle Charlie.
Don't have to bother
with a load of cunts.
- You know what I mean.
- I don't.
No work, no money.
And I like money.
'Ere, Pete, what about Brighton
this weekend, eh?
What about it?
Er, pills.
We thought you might
get hold of some.
Why me?
I'm not a fuckin' pusher.
No, but you know
some blokes who are?
Not me.
Charlie's mates.
And I'm not gonna start blabbing
about