London Town Page #3

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You need a little jump

of electrical shockers

You better leave town

if you only want to knock us

Nothing stands the pressure

of the clash city rockers

Rock rock clash city rockers

Rock rock clash city rockers

Rock rock clash city rockers

Rock rock

clash city rockers

[crowd cheering]

[all cheering]

- Come on.

- Yeah!

[rock music]

White riot I wanna riot

White riot a riot of my own

White riot I wanna riot

White riot a riot of my own

Black man

got a lot of problems

But they don't mind

throwing a brick

White people go to school

Where they teach you

how to be thick

And everybody's doing

Just what they're told to

And nobody wants

to go to jail

White riot I wanna riot

White riot

a riot of my own..

- What are they doing?

[indistinct yelling]

- Come on, come on!

Let us out!

[indistinct yelling]

[guitar music]

[indistinct chattering]

Oh!

Shay!

- Run! Go! Go!

White riot I wanna riot..

[glass shattering]

[groans]

[groans]

Come, Shay!

White riot I wanna riot

[indistinct]

- Run, run, run!

[sirens blaring]

[glass shattering]

[door shuts]

Alice?

Alice!

Alice! Alice!

[door opens]

- Hello?

- I'm here.

Alice, you scared me to death.

- I think

you already scared her.

She woke up and no one was home,

so she came over to me.

- Oh. I'm so sorry.

Alice, I'm sorry.

- What is going on, Shay?

Alice said something

about an accident.

I've tried calling the hospital.

- Yeah, me dad's had

an accident moving a piano.

- Oh, my God. Is..

Is that what happened to you,

is it?

- Yeah.

Uh, thanks so much for helping.

You're a lifesaver, really.

- No, Shay,

I think I should stay.

- It's alright, me mum's coming

and she's with my dad by now.

- Really?

- Thank you, thank you.

You've done amazing. Thank you.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, I'm sure.

- Shay!

- Bye, bye.

I'm sorry.

- You left me.

- I was stupid.

Alice, I'm sorry.

- Liar.

- I'll never leave you again,

promise.

- Promise on dad?

- Promise on dad.

- What happened to your face?

Jack?

- Something like that.

Now, go to bed, alright?

[sighs]

Rock rock clash city rockers

Rock rock clash city rockers

[knocking on door]

- Where's your father, Shay?

- He's sick.

- Is that right?

Well, you tell him, either he

pays up by the end of the week

or Alice can't come back.

And, uh, put some ice

on your face.

I should be calling

Social Services.

- Are you serious?

He didn't bloody do this to me.

- No, I'm sure the police did.

- In fact...

- By this Friday.

- Goodbye, Shay.

- Bye.

- Ooh. Quite a pair you two.

- When is he gonna wake up?

- Is your mum coming by?

- Yeah.

- Are you and your sister

gonna be alright?

[train horn blaring]

- Yeah, we're fine.

[instrumental music]

[knocking on door]

- What?

[whirring]

You selling something?

- No. I'm looking for me mum.

[music blaring]

I'm looking for me mum!

I'm looking for me mum.

- Fine by me, lad,

so long as it's not a dad.

- Her, her name's Sandrine.

You know her?

- I know her well.

Some days she lives here.

Today not being one of 'em.

[music continues]

Um, come on in.

Johnny, my man over here

is looking for Sandrine.

- You're her son?

- Yeah.

- Well, come on up.

- No, thanks.

I... I'm just looking

to find her.

You don't know where she went,

do you?

- She's told me about you.

It's Shay, right?

- Yeah.

- Well, come on, Shay.

I don't bite.

You could do with a cup of tea.

- God, who's been

touching my tools?

You've been touching my tools?

- Come on, kid.

- Hello.

- This is Shay, Sandrine's son.

- Yeah. I told him

he weren't mine.

- It's bad enough, eh?

Hey, he's got your eyes, though,

Johnny.

[laughs]

- He does, Johnny.

- He's too old to be mine.

- I have a dad, alright?

It's my mum I need to find.

- I've got to go. Later.

- Oh, God! Christ Almighty!

Missed it.

[indistinct chattering]

[music continues]

- We're a noisy lot.

- My dad had an accident.

I just need to find me mum.

- Well, I'm sorry to hear that..

But she's not here.

I can't say I know where.

She'll be back though.

She always is.

You're welcome to stay and wait

if you want.

- Can I see her room?

- Your mum is very talented,

you know

with her music.

She talks about you

and your sister all the time.

See, I even know

you have a sister.

- Are you her boyfriend?

- Um, when she lets me be.

- Just tell her I was here.

- Sure.

- I think he stole it from me.

- He stole it from you?

- You know, the look only.

- Hey.

- No, this is for me.

- Alright.

- What do you want, midge?

- Have you seen Vivian?

- Oh, yeah, Viv.

I saw her all last night long.

[growling]

Oh, God, I'm joking, kid.

You're a serious little bloke,

aren't ya?

- Just would you tell her

Shay was looking for her?

- Oh, yeah, exactly

what I had in mind to do.

Alright.

Something's gone wrong again

Look at my watch

just to tell the time

But the hands come off mine

Something's gone wrong

again

[clicking]

[footsteps approaching]

- Up and about, are we,

Mr. Baker?

[chuckles]

- Where's, uh, where's my kids?

- With your wife, of course.

- My wife?

Oh, yeah. Right. Thanks.

- Is there anything

I can get you?

- I'd like some water, please.

- Your wish is my command.

- Shay.

They said

that you were with your mum.

- Well, I had to tell them

something.

- Jesus Christ!

What happened to you?

You look worse than me.

- It's nothing.

- Well, it was something.

Are you okay?

- I'm fine. I'm managing.

- I'm making arrangements

to send you and your sister

up to Glasgow

to stay with your granny.

- Oh. No.

Dad, you can't do that. Come on.

- What would you have me do,

Shay, huh?

I mean, look at me.

[laughs]

I was hanging by a thread

before.

- You're not joking.

I've seen the books.

- Huh?

- Yeah, that's right.

The shop is still open.

I'm not going anywhere.

[laughs]

Dad, I can do it.

- You've got your hands full

looking after your sister.

Hey.

How's my taxi?

- It's, it's fine.

- I don't want anyone touching

my taxi. Do you hear me?

- Yeah.

- Those vultures will be around

soon enough

when my deposits don't come in.

[laughs]

Oh.

I've mucked things up this time,

haven't I, kiddo?

Yeah?

- Yeah, that's right.

If you could just give me

another week.

I understand.

Friday.

- You don't sound like daddy.

- Ha! Found ya!

- What took you so bloody long?

- Yours isn't the only

music store in Wanstead.

It's the bloody middle

of nowhere out here. Two trains.

- I'm Alice.

- I'm Vivian.

- Do you want to paint my hair?

- Abso-bloody-lutely.

- That must hurt.

- Oh. It's nothing.

- So are you running this place?

- While my dad's in hospital.

We are completely buggered.

- Completely.

[laughs]

- Do you know how to drive?

[reggae music]

Hmm hmm hmm hmm

Hmm hmm hmm hmm

Yeah

Hmm hmm hmm hmm

Hmm hmm hmm hmm

Yeah

Hmm hmm-hmm hmm-hmm

Hmm-hmm hmm hmm

Yeah it is you

Oh yeah

It is you you

Oh yeah

It is you

[engine starts]

Oh yeah

I said pressure drop

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