Cass

My old man says

cos he's a n*gger and he's West Ham,

you got to kill the c*nt twice.

So f***ing kill the c*nt twice.

I'm gonna take

the black bastard's f***ing head off!

That was him.

Aim for his chest, yeah? Not his face.

Black West Ham c*nt!

Look, mate...

Come on. You killed the n*gger!

Last place I wanted to die

was south of the river,

in Millwall country, lowlife city.

I'd experienced more violence than

you'd ever want in a thousand lifetimes,

so I always thought I'd go out fighting.

I'd been shot, I'd been stabbed,

I'd been kicked senseless.

But I'd handed out

my fair share of retribution and all.

It'd all been part of the game up until then.

The film you're about to see

is based on a true story,

my story.

...with this bird, right? Up in her bedroom.

Her old geezer's f***ed off down the pub,

so we thinks, "Lovely. "

So I started to try and get her bra off.

- What, so you could feel her tits?

- No, so he could put her bra on his head.

Of course so he could feel her tits,

you soppy bastard.

- All right, mate, I was only asking.

- I worry about you, mate.

If you remember oxblood and your DMs,

your monkey boots, your Squire shoes,

your Blakeys,

your Stan Smiths and your Trim Trabs,

then you remember the times

in the '70s and '80s

when football violence

was part and parcel of the beautiful game.

Maybe you wore an MAjacket

or a bubble coat,

an half-and-half ski hat or a beanie.

Maybe you even chanted the songs,

steamed in, kicked off,

and like the rest of us then,

glorified in the headlines.

F***in' hell!

- Come on! Do the Wolves n*gger!

- We're West Ham, mate.

- We're West Ham.

- Who're you? Clive Best's little brother?

You ain't West Ham if you're on your toes

with them Wolves c*nts.

They were a proper naughty firm, mate.

They just smashed a load of West Ham.

- They were pissed on, mate.

- Shut up, you little mug.

- Show us where they are, or I'll piss on you.

- They're only over there.

Come on, then. Let's go and f*** 'em!

Come on, then!

We knew we shouldn't have followed them,

but it was the South Bank Crew,

West Ham's top firm back in them days.

Stick together, yeah? Stick together.

Their leader was this proper hard geezer,

Stevie Hogan.

Back then, we all wanted

to grow up to be like Stevie Hogan.

For the first time in my life,

I felt like I belonged somewhere,

and it was here, with West Ham.

The Old Bill didn't have a clue, back then.

The couldn't believe I was only 14, after

they slung me in the back of a Black Maria.

Neither could Stevie Hogan.

That Saturday was the start of the good

times, because I became part of something.

But you know what?

It wasn't always like that.

Get up in the morning,

slaving for bread, sir

So that every mouth...

Hello. What's your name?

Aren't you lovely?

Let's have a look at you.

- Isn't he a sweetheart?

- Yes, love, he's a real darling.

They're still cute at that age, in't they?

Before they get that curly hair and big lips.

Bye, then, love.

Ignorant cow!

Come on.

The war never ended for Doll Chambers.

She survived the Blitz

and raised two kids of her own.

And now she was going into battle for me.

A 49-year-old white woman,

with only a mother's love to give,

she decided to foster a black baby

from Dr Barnado's orphanage.

After a storm, there must be a calm

Catch me in the farm,

you sound your alarm

Poor me, the Israelite

By the time I was ten, all I ever wanted

was to look the same as everyone else.

No matter how hard I scrubbed,

I never got any whiter.

Come on, son.

You're going to be late again!

Get up in the morning,

slaving for bread, sir

So that every mouth can be fed

Poor me, the Israelite

Oh, ain't you going to sit down

and eat something?

I'm going to be late, Mum, like you said.

Oh, come on, son.

I made your favourite, specially.

Sorry, Mum. I ain't hungry.

You're never hungry.

What's the matter with you?

Cecil, tell him to eat something.

Yeah, come on, son.

Don't upset your mother.

I've got to go.

What? Just...

You behave yourself, you hear me?

Golliwog!

How the f***

do you comb that fuzzy-wuzzy hair?

- Where'd you come from, chocolate face?

- F***in' blackie!

- Yeah, you tell him, Bill.

- Oi, nig-nog. I drew a picture of you.

- Want to see yourself?

- And he's got a granny for a mum, an' all.

What happened to your real mum,

monkey boy?

Don't you remember, lads?

We fed her last week, down London Zoo!

Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo!

My dad says you lot should go back

to where you come from.

- Go on, f*** off back to the jungle.

- F*** off, Billy, you gypo!

What you pair of c*nts doing

hanging about with a darkie for, anyway?

Ain't you gonna say nothing? Carol!

- Go on, Cass!

- Do him, Cass!

From day one, Prentice and Freeman

were always there for me.

Come on! F*** him up!

Come on, he's nothing!

Yeah, all right, all right.

That's another new school uniform ruined.

I can't afford to buy a new one every week.

You can't just go

bashing people up all the time.

What happens

if someone reports you to Dr Barnado's?

I'll tell you what happens. They'll say I can't

control you. They'll take you away from me.

Is that what you want?

Violence isn't going to solve anything, Carol.

- Stop f***ing calling me that name!

- Oi! Don't you talk to your mother like that!

- You hear me?

- Well, don't you ever call me Carol again!

I'm sick of being tormented for it.

It's a girl's name.

Everyone knows it's a girl's name.

Well, don't blame me. Blame them

that give you away. I didn't give it ya.

Why can't you call me something else,

then?

Well, what am I supposed to call you,

you daft sod?

I can't just call you son all the time, can I?

- Call me Cass.

- Call you what?

- Call me Cass.

- Cass?

- What's that?

- That's what my mates call me.

Well, why on earth do they call you Cass?

That's worse than Carol.

No, it ain't.

It's after that boxer, Cassius Clay.

Oh, bleedin' hell! I might have known

it had something to do with fighting.

Yeah, but he's the toughest fighter there is.

Everyone likes him.

People don't like you

just cos you can bash people up, son.

Oh, all right, if it means that much to you

and it's going to make your life easier,

I'll call you... Cass.

Will you make the teachers

call me Cass as well, then?

But you got to promise me

to stay out of trouble, OK?

Yeah, but everyone apart from my mates

think that all I am is just a darkie.

That is just ignorant name calling.

That is not what you are.

I'll tell you what you are.

You are my special boy.

Special like Cassius Clay?

Yeah, special just like Cassius Clay.

Come here!

Right, you pair. Off you go.

And don't let him take you down the pub

with all them West Ham mates.

No bad influences, right?

You take care of him, Cecil.

I don't want him

getting into any more trouble.

It's all right, Doll. It's only the football.

We're the North Bank,

we're the North Bank

We're the North Bank Upton Park!

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