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Oscar Legion 4-9,

Oscar Legion 4-9...

# Here is a tune I've been writing

# It's been so long in the making

# I hope it's worth all the waiting

# Not expected all for free

# Everything has an ending

# Everything has its day

# There's no use in pretending

# Everything has a price to pay

# You just ask me

# What I'm feeling

# Should I tell you?

# Well, nothing is for free

# Can't you see, can't you see?

# Everything has a price to pay

# Everything that I know is

# Hanging on my melody

# Everything has an ending

# Everyone has their price to pay

# You just ask me

# What I'm feeling

# Should I tell you?

# Well, nothing is for free

# Can't you see, can't you see?

# Everything has a price to pay... #

All right, Dave?

Is this Vince gonna be any aggravation?

Some geezer banged into him

with a trolley in a supermarket.

Vince had his ear off with a Stanley

knife. -We'll take that as a yes, then.

Number 37, second floor.

Oi! It's Stan! Stan!

# Here is a tune I've been writing

# It's been so long in the making

# I hope it's worth all the waiting

# Everything has a price to pay #

Yeah?

- Stan said you could help me out.

- Who?

Got the dough.

- Who's Stan?

- Search me.

Where's the gear?

Where's the gear?

- Where's the gear?

- In the bathroom!

In the bathroom.

Where's the money, Vince?

I'll belt you. Where's the money?

- Where's the money?

- In the fridge!

What's this? Someone should tell you,

meat should not be this green colour!

Is this it?

Where's the rest of the money?

Wanna cut me?

Oi!

What are we dealing with this slag for?

- What nick are youse out of?

- Why? Want to make a complaint?

No. It's just the Old Bill don't usually

come on this strong.

- They don't?

- No. Not even on a bad day.

Yeah, well, we're part

of the new graduate intake, sunshine.

Don't touch me, man!

I said you're a f***ing thief!

- You're a thief!

- Shut up!

Give me the knife! Give me the knife!

Hey, guys. Come on.

Help the lady with her bags.

Put them in the kitchen.

- All right, Connie?

- All right, Ray?

Hello, boys.

Now, inside. Now!

- Calm down. Keep the noise down.

- Robbie, Lionel, kitchen.

- I'm going home.

- See you. Now!

- You know about the picket tomorrow?

- Tomorrow?

Strength in numbers.

This number's having a day off. I was

looking forward to lying in bed all day.

- When are they closing you down?

- Two weeks.

Can you get that down?

Any chance of you getting away tonight?

I can't. It's only me and Pearse on.

Hello? Yeah, hi.

- Have you contacted the police?

- I'd better go.

Wait. Have you tried Shriver?

It's her mother's name.

I'll hold. Come with me

to the protest tomorrow.

- That's not me.

- It was once.

Some of us move on.

We all move on.

It's what we move on to that counts.

Still here. It was Shriver.

What station are they holding her?

See you tomorrow night.

I think about you all the time.

Do you want me to come now? Sure?

You've got the solicitor's number?

OK. Bye.

- And where are you going?

- I was gonna go.

- I'm expecting sex.

- Oh, really?

Leave me something!

Leave me something!

Leave me something!

Here we are.

It's a lovely house. We could get

somewhere like that, couldn't we, Ray?

- All right?

- Yeah.

You're driving. It's all right, it's clean.

Hello, Dave.

Where you been? I've been up all night.

Your mother's going potty. Use your head!

- Sarah was in good hands.

- Shut up! Shut up!

Now see your mother. Come here.

Don't have no rows with your

mother, babe. Just apologise.

Have a wicked day anyway, Dave.

Hope you and your brethren

get what you want.

So I take it you don't approve.

Kids. They ain't got a clue, have they?

London's weather. Rain and winds

expected, and should clear by morning.

Temperatures, the minimum of 4 degrees

Centigrade, 38 degrees Fahrenheit.

And the FT index is up 3 points at 4834.7.

Still to come

on the Robert Elms show...

Deportation, no way!

Let these people in to stay!

There's Connie and Alice!

There's your mum!

It's Robert Elms and in 15 minutes' time,

it's competition time and if you can name

the tune, I've got 800 pounds for you.

800 pounds! That's not bad, is it, Ray?

- Where is he? He's late.

- He'll be here.

There he is.

Sorry I'm late. What's that mob?

- The Kurds.

- What's a curd?

The Kurds, son. People just like us.

- Except they're communists.

- That ain't too clever, is it?

Ray used to be a commie.

Red Ray, we used to call him.

Straight up. The whole family's commie.

Notorious. Your mum still a cardholder?

Probably.

I could never see eye to eye with her

when it come to politics.

But she did always have an angle.

Something for you to think about.

She stuck by what she believed in.

I respect that.

You don't get that much these days.

# London calling, to the zombies of death

# Quit holding out

and draw another breath

# The ice age is coming,

the sun's zooming in

# Meltdown expected,

the wheat is growing thin

# Engines stop running,

but I have no fear... #

All right?

Yeah. Who's the little prick with the hat?

Jason.

Sonny's nephew. I offered Sonny work,

but he's just out of the nick so he said no.

# London calling, yes I was there too

# And you know what they said,

well, some of it was true

# London calling... #

As I predicted,

not one of you has got this.

Now I'll play a few more notes,

and you can win a few more.

900 pounds is on the

line now, and so is Cheryl.

Hi, Robert. I'm nervous.

- Don't be nervous, Cheryl.

- Is it Bob Dylan?

No, you silly daft b*tch!

It's "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy", Rod Stewart!

- It's Billy Bragg!

- Shut up, you mental case!

It's Rod f***ing Stewart!

You're getting excited, Steve.

People used to say me and Rod

have a certain resemblance.

Hope you got a better class of flop sorted

this time.

That's a... That's a... oxymoron.

Got you there, didn't I?

No such thing as a better class of flop,

Ray, is there? Contradiction in terms.

There's one I nicked earlier.

Dave rung the plates.

# Baby's got an atom bomb

# Motherfucking atom bomb

# 22 megatons

# You never seen so much fun

# Baby got poison gas

# Baby got heart attacks

# Baby got a pain on tap

# Baby gimme some of that... #

"Colt Comanche". That's good, innit?

It don't say Comanche. It says

Commander. Didn't you go to school?

- Got expelled.

- What for? Hitting a teacher?

No. Shagging her.

Gave her one in the language lab.

I look like a f***ing banana!

That's the point, so we can see each other.

You don't have to go too strong,

understand?

Is he gonna be sweet?

Long as I tell him what to do and it's not

complicated, Steve's sweet as a nut.

Oi!

Put that down, will ya? That one's yours.

Go and make a cup of tea or something.

He's just a kid.

He shouldn't be doing this.

That's kids these days, innit?

You know my Joanne?

Her second eldest, Daniel,

my grandson, he's only five.

He comes up to me the other day

with his girlfriend, holding her hand.

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