Let Him Have It Page #2

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See the pyramids along the Nile

And watch the sunrise

on a tropic isle

But just remember, darling,

all the while

- You belong to me

- He's got a new car!

I know, I helped him choose it.

- Oh, yeah!

- Yeah.

Is that Stella

from the record shop?

Could be. Must be Niven's new

piece of stuff. That's my brother.

You're talking to the brother

of the Velvet Kid.

- How'd he get her?

- With the car of course, dimbo.

- He's flash with the cash.

- She's easy.

And she's easy.

I could square it with Niv

if you wanted to have a shot at her.

I don't suppose he'd mind

if you're a pal of mine.

Charlie! Charlie!

Swapsies!

Shut up!

Best piece you can get,

perfectly balanced.

- Why'd you wanna swap it then?

- Cos I got three of 'em.

Let's see what you got.

bloody hell!

Bit knackered, innit?

Yep, so would you be

if you'd been shot down.

Bollocks!

Come on, what else

you throwing in, Chris?

- Thought you'd appreciate this lot.

- Nice. Oi! Hands off.

- Done?

- Yeah, done.

Alright. I thought you said

you had some ammo in this?

Who'd have the gear for one of them?

- You mean you've never fired it?

- Yeah, with. 38s.

You file 'em down, they work alright.

I doubt it.

Whoa! Run!

- Johnno's coming!

- Get back! Go on!

Open your desks.

Thank you, Mr Capone.

A Wolsey.

It's a long time

since I've seen one of these.

What have I told you

about bringing guns in?

- Not to, sir.

- That's right.

Again I have to tell you.

You never seem to learn.

And what about bullets?

I didn't tell you to shut your desks,

did I?

If you'd have fired this gun,

you would have shot your head off.

I want every gun on my desk. Now!

Move!

Thanks!

This place is massive.

You don't miss a trick,

do you, Derek?

It's a smashing car.

Oi, you smoke, don't you?

Help yourself.

Nah, that's alright.

I could do with a car like this.

Get in.

Niv's had some pretty close scrapes

in this.

You'll never take me alive!

Watch what you're doing, Del!

- You'll have the bogeys down on us.

- Maybe worse than that, pal.

What the f***

do you think you're playing at?

Just visiting, Niv.

It's past your bedtime,

little brother.

We're not f***ing playing games

down here, you know!

- What shall we do with him?

- Dip him in the river.

- The river it is.

- Niv!

- F***!

- Who are you?

This is my mate, Derek.

- Niven. Big Cecil.

- Ce-cil.

Get out of the car.

Get out!

- So you're Derek, are you?

- Yeah.

Pleased to meet you.

Store's open, Derek. Help yourself.

He said to wish you happy birthday.

Oh,... isn't that nice?

Well, he got the brand right.

- What's wrong?

- They're stolen.

- He's given me stolen cigarettes.

- You can't be sure, Will.

- Yeah?

- Is Derek in?

- He's in Croydon. Who are you?

- Chris Craig.

- A pal of his are you, Chris?

- Yeah. You might say that.

I'll go up town,

see if I can find him.

- Were you with him last night?

- Anything wrong in that?

I dunno, it depends

what you got up to.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Don't take that tone with me.

- You're off your rocker.

- Derek's been ill all his life,

and it's given us a lot of trouble.

We don't want any more.

Surely you don't think

I'll get him into trouble?

You keep out of Derek's way.

Don't call here for him again.

Off you go.

There we go.

Spend all that money

building a f***ing flying saucer

just to show us

how great the future is!

And we've still got

bleeding rationing!

What right have they to spend

so much of the taxpayers' money

just to tell us

how great everything is?

Money ought to be

in people's pockets.

Where we can get at it.

Here's your pal.

What's doing then?

- Hark the coruscated oriole!

- Get off! It cost a bomb!

Style don't come cheap, Derek.

In your case

it might prove exorbitant.

- It's bloody stupid!

- What?

What's the idea? You can't

go to the flicks dressed like that.

Terry's right.

Derek's letting the side down.

You've got to have the image

if you're gonna go about with us.

I can start you off

in the right direction, Derek.

Come round here.

Oh! Oh, look at that.

Try it on, Derek.

There's nothing wrong with it,

it's just I tend to change my get-up

almost as often as I change my women.

It's made out of the stuff

that don't crease.

You need a hat.

Borrow this one for a while.

- Oh, lovely.

- Cheers.

I'll get myself one,

give you this back.

We gotta blow.

- See you, Derek.

- Catch you later, brats.

There you go, Derek,

you're one of us. Let's go.

They use real guns

in these American movies, you know.

- What? Is this a gangster film?

- Well, it ain't a bleeding musical.

Get out of it.

Get off, Judy! Oi!

Go on.

Where'd you get the jacket?

- Have you been with Craig?

- Did he come round here?

Yeah.

Don't worry about him, Dad,

he's just barmy, that's all.

Just a minute, son.

Where'd you get your gear?

- I bought it.

- With what?

Me wages, I've been saving.

- How much was it, then?

- I forgot.

It must have been cheap if you

could buy me cigarettes as well.

What you done with the bill?

Look, Dad, what's the matter?

Is there something wrong with me

trying to look smart or something?

Alright, son, you bought it,

but you better not be lying to me.

I don't think much

of the hairstyle either.

Leave him alone, Dad.

All the boys look like that now.

Don't you worry, Derek.

Why can't you leave him be?

He'll be alright.

Yes, well,

we've had a few of these before

and they've all turned out

to be forgeries.

People trying to dodge

their National Service.

That's from my doctor.

It's OK, we've got the equipment here

to check if you're really epileptic.

I've had the test before.

I don't wanna do it again.

Put that cigarette out, please.

Close your eyes now.

He wouldn't have enjoyed it

in the army.

It's the one place

he could've got on.

No offence to you, but he needs

to get away from the apron strings.

- What d'you mean by that?

- It's plain enough.

What you talking about?!

What have I done wrong with the boy?

Brought him up badly have I?

You want him sent to Korea or Malaya

to get his head blown off,

that'll teach him to be a man?

Of course it won't, Lil.

It's just this Grade Four.

Who are these people to shove him

on the rubbish heap?!

They've put him down as subnormal!

Subnormal?

- He's just no good at tests.

- Derek!

Derek! Derek!

- What you doing here?

- The bogeys have been at my house!

Niv's gang pulled a job at Waltham

Abbey. Now they're looking for 'em.

- Jesus!

- Come on, sneak out!

- I know where they're hiding.

- Why, what we gonna do?

We're gonna go down there and see

if they need any help. Come on!

Get your filthy hands off me!

You're sleeping, copper!

Come on!

- That's my brother!

- Come on!

F***! See you, boys!

- Come on!

- Get him in handcuffs!

What's your problem?

- Get the f*** off me!

- Get him in! Get in!

You're gonna get it, b*tch!

You f***ing fingered me!

You alright, kiddo?

- What's up?

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