Let Him Have It

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Come on, Move!

Keep running!

Come on! Come on!

Daddy! Quick! Over here!

Help me! It's Derek! He's under here!

He's under here!

Quick, get him out!

- Alright!

- Help me, please, Daddy!

- Derek! Derek!

- There's someone under there.

Get this stuff away.

Derek.

Is he alright? Get some more help!

- Careful.

- Take it easy.

- It's alright.

- Don't worry, son.

- We'll get you out.

- Can you hear me? Derek!

It's me!

Come on!

Oi, Derek!

Oi! Get off!

Come on!

Look.

- It's fluorescent.

- Hey!

Yes!

- What the bloody hell?!

- Sh*t! The watchman.

Hey!

What are you doing?!

I'll teach you, you bloody vandal!

Oh, my gawd!

Easy, son, Easy!

Educationally Derek

has not been progressing

and, as you know,

his fits have been getting worse.

Taking into account his low

intelligence and his epilepsy,

we have decided

he should be allowed home,

though it's unusual for a boy to be

released so early in his sentence.

It will be up to you to make sure

he stays out of trouble.

He should never have

been put here in the first place.

He was caught stealing tools.

We brought him up to tell the truth

and he told us he was just playing.

Do you know what the magistrate

asked him to do?

He asked him to spell "fluorescent".

Fluorescent.

I can't spell it, can you?

Derek has a low intelligence quotient

that's part of the problem.

It makes him easy prey

to bad elements here.

Derek knows

how to look after himself.

Just remember his sentence

isn't over.

He'll be back here if there's

any trouble. The probation officer

- will make certain of that.

- More than likely.

- Oh!

- Come on!

Oh, look, it's the canary.

Yellow canary!

- Hello, Danny.

- Yellow canary!

- Had your hair done again, Iris?

- Yes.

- You look beautiful.

- Thanks.

- Forget her, let's play football.

- Yeah! Come on!

Hello, Max.

Go on.

Shhh! Max!

Derek.

Shhh! Max!

I've got those comics for you.

Thanks, sis.

Come on, Derek, you don't want

to be all on your own, do you?

Cor!

You could smoke kippers in here!

Don't start, Iris.

He's been going on at me again,

about getting a job and...

.. paying my own way.

I bumped into Gordon Lewis.

I told him you'd been home a year

and haven't set foot outside once.

He asked if you were dead.

That's what all your old friends

must think, Derek.

Gordon don't wanna hang about with a

bloke what's been to approved school.

You're daft, Derek.

You know Dad

don't like you doing that.

It's not fair, is it? The dogs

and cats get to smoke in the house.

Susie must be on

20 a day in this room.

- Come on, give us that fag.

- No, she wants another puff.

You're the one who'll get a puff,

off Dad when I tell him.

- You wouldn't do that.

- Sure I would.

Ah, yes! Look what I found!

- Dad, look what I found.

- That's nice, son.

You'll have an aerial

sticking out the top of your head

if you spend

much more time in here, son.

Daylight raid on saloon bar.

Cosh and pepper bandits in pay grab.

Fight to save stiletto victim.

Those were the headlines

from last night's "Evening Post".

Commenting in parliament,...

In America it seems two eras

may have come to an end.

In the world of politics,

President Truman relieved General

Douglas MacArthur of all command,

and in boxing, Sugar Ray Robinson

relieved Jake La Motta

of the world...

.. my way

Will this be my day?

Oh, wheel of fortune

Please don't pass me by

Let me know the magic of

A kiss and a sigh

While the wheel

is spinning, spinning, spinning

I'll not dream of winning

Fortune or even fame

While the wheel

is turning, turning, turning

I'll be yearning, yearning

for love's precious flame

Oh, wheel of fortune

I'm hoping somehow

If you ever smile on me

Please, let it be now

While the wheel

is spinning, spinning, spinning

I'll not dream of winning

Fortune or even fame

While the wheel

is turning, turning, turning

I'll be yearning, yearning

for love's precious flame

- Oh, wheel...

- No.

I can't remember the bloody thing.

Great song, though.

I wish I knew the words.

How about going and getting it?

If we don't tell mum and dad, there

won't be a song and dance about it.

Can't you just get it for me?

No. I can't.

Derek, you've been in a year.

I've never nagged you, have I?

Come on, Derek, let's go.

You look around,

I'm just popping into Woolies.

- Alright?

- Let's go, Iris.

- Have you got your record?

- No, it don't matter.

Come on, Derek.

- Hello, Iris.

- Stella.

This is my brother, Derek.

What was it you wanted, Derek?

- Have you got Wheel of Fortune?

- Kay Starr? Sure.

- How's that boy you're seeing?

- Who, Johnny?

I'm not going about with him no more.

His car's off the road.

- Fancy her, do you, Derek?

- Yeah, she's alright.

.. smile on me

Please, let it be now

Well, we're gonna have to think

about getting you a job.

You'll be able to buy more records

when you've got money in your pocket.

Your mum and I are ever so pleased.

- I'll take the dogs for a walk.

- Why not?

Turn that off first though, son.

Judy. Judy. Prince. Go on.

Hands up, buster!

Against the wall.

Get down!

- You cheeky little bleeder!

- Derek, can't you take a joke?

How'd you know my name?

I like to keep tabs

on all the local muscle.

Christopher Craig.

You've been keeping a low profile.

Lying low, eh?

What's it like in the slammer?

It wasn't the slammer,

it was an approved school.

Are you soft or something?

Is that soft?

Tommy-gun slugs.

See how it feels.

No, it's alright.

I'd been up and down your road

a hundred times trying to catch you.

I've got some jobs planned,

thought I'd cut you in.

Welcome to the underworld.

- What underworld?

- I followed you from the corner.

That's where I hang out.

- You're a bloody idiot!

- That's not very nice, is it, Derek?

I think I'll kill myself.

- Oi! Leave it out, Chris.

- Just chill out.

Here's your milkshake.

Two teas.

One minute.

Bah!

Hold it, buster!

- Not you again?

- What you up to, then?

- I've gotta get some things.

- I'll give you a hand, then.

Thank you, Mr Watts. Come on, Mary.

- Morning.

- Hello, young Derek.

A pound of sausages, please.

Is that all?

Er... lamb chops.

- Four.

- Someone off their food?

There's five of you Bentleys,

ain't there?

Yeah, five. I meant five.

Which one is it?

It's that one.

There we are.

Wrong coupon, Derek.

Give me the book.

- Come on.

- Gotta get this stuff back.

Don't be so windy.

Come in and meet the gang.

Derek Bentley, Vincent Montgomery.

- Hello.

- Terry Stringer.

How do?

Let the man sit down.

- What happened to your eye?

- Oh, you know my old man,

he give me a right

talking to the other night.

Still,... he won't be doing

that for a while.

I was thinking of flogging 'em later.

Oh, that'll make you rich.

Hey, I like these.

You got good taste.

Yeah, or he can't read,... like you.

Hey! Shut your mouth, college boy.

Yeah, you gonna make me, wise guy?!

I'll make you!

Hey!

It's the Velvet Kid!

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