London Town

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[projector clicking]

[reggae music]

A lot of people won't get

no supper tonight

A lot of people won't get

no supper tonight yeah

'Cause the battle

Is getting harder

In this Iration

This Armagideon

A lot of people won't get

no justice tonight

So a lot of people are going

to have to stand up and fight

But remember

To praise Jehovah

And He will guide you

In this Iration

This Armagideon

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

whoa whoa whoa whoa

I won

Whoa whoa whoa I won

I won

Hey

A lot of people won't get

no supper tonight

Said a lot of people won't get

no justice tonight

A lot of people will be

running and hiding tonight

Said a lot are gonna run

and hide tonight yeah

But remember

To praise Jehovah

And He will guide you

In this Iration

This Armagideon

Whoa whoa I won

Whoa whoa whoa..

- What you got in the bag,

you little Sally boy?

Doing the cooking now your mum's

off shagging all of London?

- Piss off.

- What? What are you gonna do?

What are you gonna do? Come on.

Aww.

That's right, you dwarf.

Get on. Come on, boys.

- Tossers.

- Shay, what does shagging mean?

- Cooking, that's all.

- Oh.

Mum's a much better shagger

than you.

- Well, she didn't make

your favorite pudding

every night like I do, did she?

[instrumental music]

- What's that?

- Nothing.

Mind your own business.

[engine revving]

- Hey, hey. Hey, hey. I'm home.

- Daddy!

- Oh, hello, munchkin.

How are you?

Oh, oh!

Is that tea ready? Whoa.

Bloody long day.

I'll tell you that.

However,

I sold an upright Steinway.

- Huh. That's great.

- It'll help. What's the score?

- Oh, the Os.

I forgot it was on.

- How'd you forget?

- I've been a bit busy

with school

shopping, picking up Alice,

cooking you dinner.

- Like a proper little wife.

I'm only kidding.

It's appreciated.

Oh, by the way,

I have got us a lead

on some tickets

for the FA Cup match

between Chelsea

and Leyton Orient.

- How'd you do that?

- Oh, one of my clients

in the shop.

Not bad, eh?

That ought to make up

for the eight hours

I've got to spend

in the taxi tonight.

- I got a package from mum.

What if I went to stay

the summer with her in London?

- She asked that?

- Well, I want to go to London.

- I'm sure you do, sweetheart,

but ain't no one

going to London for the summer.

- Why not?

- We've already been over this, Shay.

I need you here

in the shop with me.

- Well,

what if I need to be there?

You can't keep me from my mum.

I'm not your bloody slave.

- That's enough.

- Oh, bollocks to you!

- Hey, come here.

No child of mine is gonna live

in a bloody squat

with a bunch of hippies

let alone, look at me

let alone with a woman

more interested

in being her 14-year-old's mate

than his mother.

- She's not even like that.

I'm nearly 15.

- She keeps promising

to come for you.

Let's see

if that ever happens, eh?

- You're just mad

she's in London being somebody

while you're feeding off

the bottom in Wanstead.

- Come here. Come here!

[door slams]

- Daddy, what's a squat?

- It's no place

for a young lady like yourself.

That's for damn sure.

But it was Four Tops

all night

With encores from..

[muffled song]

Shay! Shay!

Roots rock rebel

Onstage they ain't got..

Have you lost your mind, boy?

Turn that off. Turn that off!

What is that?

- I don't know. Mum sent it.

- Listen, I know

you're angry with me

but we do have neighbors.

Do you understand?

Good. I'm going on my shift now.

You look after Alice, okay?

The British army

is waiting out there

And it weighs

fifteen hundred tons

White youth

Black youth

Better find another solution

Why not phone up Robin Hood

And ask him

for some wealth distribution?

- Oh, I've got to get to London.

- And leave Wanstead?

Are you mad?

At least you can play

that classical duff.

- I don't want

to play classical.

My dad makes me. I hate it.

I've got to work in his

lame shop all summer, as well.

- Plenty of pianos there

to practice.

- Piss off.

Jack, why you got

to bother me all the time?

[laughs]

My six-year-old sister's got

more brains than him.

- He's just pissed off

he's not gonna have anyone

to beat up, now he's leaving.

- If we stay here,

we'll be deadbeats

just like them wankers.

- On the dole?

- Yeah.

It's what I get for being

the product of a broken home.

Statistics don't lie.

I'm doomed.

[laughs]

Hi, dad.

- On the counter.

Congratulations

on finishing the year.

- Are you serious?

- Oh, I am, indeed.

You've done a great job

this year in school.

I'm proud of you.

Um, that's not all.

I need you to go round

into London for me

and pick up some spare parts

from Al.

I thought you might want

to treat yourself to something

while you're there.

- No, it's alright.

You don't have to.

- Get out of here.

I'll see you tonight.

Skedaddle.

- The next station

is West Brompton.

Change here

for London Underground

District Line

and National Rail services.

Alight here for Earls Court

Exhibition Centre.

Please mind the gap between

the train and the platform.

- What are you looking at?

[muffled song on headphones]

Well?

- I was just wondering

what you're listening to.

- Piss off.

- Come on, I'm curious.

- Curious?

- Come on.

[song continues]

[chuckles]

Thanks.

Who are they?

- What, you've been

living under a rock?

- Worse, I think. Wanstead.

[laughs]

- You're funny.

- What's your name?

- Vivian.

- Suits you.

- Yeah, well, what's yours?

- Shay.

- Guevara. I like that.

The Clash.

- Huh?

- The band, it's The Clash.

- I've never heard of them.

- I can tell.

What are you up to?

- I'm picking up

some parts for my dad

and see me mum.

- I'm gonna go get tickets

for tomorrow's show.

The Clash are playing

with the Buzzcocks.

Now, it's sold out, but they're

doing a last-minute release.

You should go too

if you know what's good for you.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

You gonna drink that?

[laughs]

[instrumental music]

Civilization. Thank God.

- This is nothing.

- That's them.

Beautiful-looking blokes,

ain't they?

- No, they're sexy.

- No wonder

I can't get a girlfriend.

I thought it was me spots.

[laughs]

- I've shagged them all.

Two at a time.

[laughs]

You're too easy.

- You know..

I should really go

if I'm gonna get to me mum's

and the music supply.

- What, you'd rather see

your mum and go shopping

than go to Camden Town?

What kind of a man are you?

- Wait. Wait, wait up.

- A decent working-class

British man

can't find a job

because of the immigrants.

That's the facts!

And the British working man

is tired and fed up

with having everything

laid out on a plate

for the Pakis and the Coons!

It's time to take care

of our own.

It's time to stop immigration

and start repatriation.

Stop immigration!

Start repatriation!

- Daft clowns.

Like they can get a job anyway.

- I thought you punks

supported them.

- Not me punks.

Not The Clash.

They're totally against it.

I mean, all you got to do

is listen to one

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