London Town Page #4

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Oh pressure

Oh yeah pressures gonna

drop on you

I said

a pressure drop oh pressure

Oh yeah pressures gonna

drop on you

I said and when you drop

Oh you've gotta feel it

All that you are doing

is wrong

I said and when your drop

Oh you've gotta feel it

All that you are doing

is wrong

Hmm hmm hmm

Hmm hmm

Hmm hmm yeah

Hmm hmm hmm

[piano music]

- Joan, are you sure?

- So?

- It's not quite

what we're looking for.

- Thank you.

- You're fearless,

you know that?

- I don't know anything, except

no one wants to buy a piano.

- Well, rich people do.

- I think they're the only two

in Wanstead, and they don't.

- Here you are, busting it out

for your dad and Alice.

It's just another drop

in the bucket to them.

- Yeah, but it's a good drop.

- It's still not fair.

- Nothing is.

Where are you from, anyway?

- London. Why?

- Just I've never been

to your house.

- Well, trust me,

it's better that way.

So can you play any of these?

- No.

- Can too.

Play me something.

I'll let you feel me up.

[laughs]

- You should be so lucky.

- Don't get cocky now.

- Hmm, what do you like?

- Try me.

- Alright.

[piano music]

- You bastard.

- That's my dad. He makes me.

[telephone ringing]

Bloody creditors.

I'm taking the taxi tonight,

alright?

- You think you're ready?

- As I'll ever be.

[telephone ringing]

I'll see you tonight then.

- I promised Alice

we'd do something special

for your birthday.

Couldn't let her down.

Now, could I?

- Thank you very much indeed.

Margaret Thatcher is the voice

of a new conservative revolution

that this country

has been waiting for

and so desperately needs,

and I take great pride..

- She's never gonna sleep

after all that cake.

- Don't worry, I'll watch her.

- Thatcher's boy, Daniels.

Misguided sod.

How would you like to be

his kid?

- Right, let's get you ready.

[instrumental music]

We got to make you look

old enough to drive.

- Well, how do I look?

- I think

we need to try something else.

- I don't like

the sound of that.

No way!

- Just come out.

[door opens]

- It's me birthday.

- Yeah, and do you want

to spend it in jail?

[chuckles]

At least

you look old enough now.

Go on. After you, madam.

[rock music]

They say

love can move a mountain

Love's gonna

bring down trees

It's on this

that I'm counting

'Cause for your heart

I found the keys keys

Yeah the keys

to your heart heart

Well I got them

on my chain chain

When the doors

come apart part

Now we'll never be

the same same

Found the keys

to your heart heart

Yeah the keys

to your heart heart

Oh the keys

to your heart heart

[indistinct chattering]

[instrumental music]

[woman laughing]

[indistinct chattering]

- Oi, Sandrine!

Johnny,

you going out to the party?

Sandrine!

[indistinct chattering]

- Lower your window, please.

[car door opens]

[sighs]

I said, lower your window!

- West London, Ladbroke Grove.

- No, no, no. You've got

to get out right now.

- I'm not going anywhere

but home, love.

Besides, I can't remember

the last time

I had a good-looking bird

chauffeur me about.

- I ain't your nothing!

Now get out!

No.

- Lower your window.

- Suit yourself then.

- Please, ma'am?

- Oi.

- You had your chance.

Now shut it, alright?

- Where are you going?

- Stop!

[siren blaring]

[tires screeching]

[groans]

[siren blaring]

- Oh, gee.

Jesus!

- Oh, blimey.

[groans]

[car door shuts]

- What the bleeding hell

was that, love?

What the..

[panting]

I thought I'd seen it all.

Are you a bloody tranny?

- My girlfriend did it to me,

alright?

I thought it'd make me

look older, is all.

It's my dad's taxi.

He got hurt,

so I got to fill in.

[panting]

[laughs]

- You're a crazy little

bastard, you know that?

How old are you then, mate?

- Fifteen. It's me birthday.

[laughs]

- Is it?

- Yeah.

- Happy birthday, mate.

Listen, you still think

you can drive me home?

- Yeah, alright.

- I'll keep sketch, alright?

- Hmm.

- So you're the man

of the house then, are ya?

- Yeah.

- Well, I approve of the hair.

So you fancy yourself a punk,

do ya?

Who do you like?

- The Clash.

- The Clash? Bunch of tossers.

- At least they got something

to say for themselves.

Like Sid Vicious ever did.

What is anarchy, anyway?

Bloody hell.

I ain't gonna pay me dad's bills

with that, am I?

Probably don't know what it is.

- How much do I owe ya?

- That'll be six quid, mate.

- Here. Here.

Happy birthday.

- Thank you.

[door shuts]

[sighs]

[sighs]

Worst birthday yet.

- Yeah?

- I had this one bloke.

Thought he could've been

Joe Strummer's brother.

- Not likely.

- Whoever it was..

He gave me this.

- What, did you shag him?

- Piss off.

Should I take you home?

- Look, I told my parents

I was stayin' over at friend's.

I thought maybe

I could stay the night here?

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

- No, wait. Stop.

Uh, I, I don't know

what I'm doing.

I don't want you to think...

- Shay.

Neither do I.

[chuckling]

[music continues]

[birds chirping]

[sighs]

[shivering]

- Shay?

[door opens]

I don't feel very well.

- You've got a temperature on.

I'm gonna run you a bath.

They turned the water off.

Here you are.

[sighs]

[engine revving]

- Aren't you going to hospital?

- No. We can't.

I'm gonna take you to mum.

Mum! Mum!

Alice, come on, get out.

Alice. Come on.

It's alright, come now.

Mum! Mum!

- Oi, stop shouting.

- Just find my mum, alright?

Come on. Just find my mum.

Move, man. Mum!

- Shay?

- Mum.

- What is it? What's goin' on?

- Alice is sick. I need help.

- What? Let me see.

What's wrong with her?

Johnny. Johnny, go get doc.

- Sure.

- Get a thermometer as well.

There's no water in that tap.

Run and get some water

and bring it back.

Look at me. Look at me.

[indistinct]

- Mummy.

- Yeah. I'm not leaving.

I'm gonna put you in

and cool you down, alright?

Put it in there.

Where's your dad?

- In hospital.

- What? Well, what happened?

- There was an accident

moving a piano.

- Well, why didn't you

come sooner?

- I did! You weren't even here!

- Well, alright. I'm here now.

Okay, she's gonna be alright.

You're gonna be alright,

darling.

Go on, quick.

Fill that up again.

Look at me, darling.

Alice will be alright

in a couple of days.

You stay here till then,

alright?

You can, um,

go home and get some clothes.

- But I've got the shop.

- Oh, don't worry

about the shop.

How's your dad?

- Not bloody good.

- He's done a good job

with you, though, isn't he? Hmm?

I'm glad you're here.

Shay, I've got a gig tonight.

Do you wanna come?

I'll take you somewhere after.

Um, Johnny said

he'll watch Alice for us, so..

What?

Johnny is the most responsible

person I know.

Uh, I trust him with my life.

Honest.

Alright?

- Alright.

- Alright, later.

- Bye.

[sighs]

[applauding]

- Alright, this one is, um,

this one's for Shay.

[guitar music]

I always flirt with death

and I look ill

But I don't care about it

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