London Town Page #6

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Do you know what I mean?

- Bollocks.

- Yeah, bollocks.

Bollocks!

Do you hear that, boys?

Shay Guevara says

it's your bollocks!

- Oi, shut it!

[laughing]

- You alright, Shay?

Yeah?

- Yeah.

[chuckles]

- Try and get some sleep, yeah?

[groans]

- On your marks, gentlemen.

[sighs]

- Oi, it's time to go, kid.

Come on.

[groans]

Hey, thanks, Shay.

- For what?

- For passing the night.

Where's that cab of yours?

[engine revving]

There you go.

- No, it's alright...

- Behave yourself.

[laughs]

Do you wanna come in, Guevara?

We're writing some new stuff.

Let's see if you approve.

- Are you serious?

- Yeah.

Alright, boys!

There, stay there, yeah?

This is my mate, Shay.

We got nicked last night.

Victoria Park Station. Bastards.

You alright, Paul?

On top.

Alright, Mick, you f***er? Yeah.

It's alright, boy.

"Clampdown," yeah?

What are we gonna do now?

One two three four

Taking off his turban they

said is this man a Jew?

Working for the clampdown

They put up a poster saying

we earn more than you

Working for the clampdown

We will teach

our twisted speech

To the young believers

We will train

our blue-eyed men

To be young believers

The judge said five to ten

but I say double it again

I'm not working

for the clampdown

No man born

with a living soul

Can be working

for the clampdown

Kick over the wall

cause government's to fall

How can you refuse it?

Let fury have the hour

anger can be power

Do you know

that you can use it?

Ha gitalong gitalong

Working for the clampdown

Ha gitalong gitalong

Working for the clampdown

Yeah working

for the clampdown

Working hard in Petersburg

Working for the clampdown

Working for the clampdown

Working for the clampdown

[engine revving]

I said pressure drop

oh pressure drop

Pressure gonna..

- Hey, there's Shay.

You alright?

- Shay!

- Hey, you.

[chuckles]

- Mummy gave me bubbles.

- Did she really?

- Hm.

- I'm sorry about yesterday.

It got out of hand...

- Oh, yeah, Johnny told me.

It's alright.

You don't have

to explain yourself to me.

We're gonna go to a party

gonna get some food

at a mate of mine's.

Do you wanna come?

- Yeah.

- Yeah? alright. Come on.

Let's go and get changed.

[reggae music]

- Look upon

this little white face now.

Sandrine, are you keeping

a secret from Mama Letty?

- Uh, no, I ain't got

no secrets from you.

I was keeping him as a surprise.

[laughs]

This is my Alice.

- Look at you.

- Now, Thatcher, that's someone

who gets me out of bed

in the morning.

- Come off it, man,

the Strummer says this

the Strummer says that.

- But Strummer also says, right

that you and I

should be friends.

Black and white in it together.

- It took the bloody Clash

telling you that for you

to figure that out, huh?

Some mate you are.

- I know Strummer.

- Sure you do, mate. We all do.

- No, I really do.

- The revolution can wait.

Come on,

the food is getting cold.

Johnny.

- Hey, no judgments, Shay.

[indistinct chattering]

- What are you doin'?

That's her boyfriend

right there, and I'm her son.

- Shay!

- Just so you know.

- Get yourself some food.

Stop it.

This is Earl. He's nice.

[Sandrine laughing]

I'll take her. I'll take her.

Give her to me.

- No. Johnny, you take her.

I need to speak with my mum.

- No, I'm gonna take her.

- Mum, you're wasted!

- You watch your mouth.

- Johnny, please.

- Sure.

- No.

- Sandrine, talk to your son.

- Johnny.

- What's the matter with you?

- I don't have to answer

to anyone, let alone you.

- That's fine, but me and Alice

are goin' home tomorrow morning.

- Oh, suit yourself.

- I've got responsibilities!

Not that you'd understand.

- I don't need some

13-year-old punk judging me.

- I'm 15!

You don't even know me age!

I've got to take care

of everything you run away from.

- I didn't ask you to,

and I don't tell you

how to live your life

or what to do, do I?

- Me and Alice need a mum,

not a drunk mate!

You don't deserve Johnny.

And you sure as hell

didn't deserve dad!

- You f*** off!

[engine starting]

- Mummy. Mummy, wake up.

We're going to see daddy.

Mummy? Mummy.

Come on.

- Come now, best be goin'.

- We can see mum soon, right?

- Yeah, of course we can.

Oi, mate, what are you doing

with my taxi?

- It belongs

to London Taxi Company.

- Hey, whoa, whoa, wait.

- I'm bringing it back to 'em.

- Oh, come on, mate.

- Take it up with the company.

- I'll pay you, man, come on.

No! No, mate, come on!

Come on now!

- We're f***ed.

What? How are we gonna

make any money?

- We'll be fine.

- Oh, we're gonna

have to live with gran.

- No, we won't.

- She smells, Shay!

- I'll handle it.

I've got an idea.

- What idea?

- Joe Strummer, I know him.

If I could just get him

to come to the opening

I can make it work.

Come on, Alice.

Come on, Alice!

[sighs]

[instrumental music]

- Good luck, son.

You're gonna need it.

I'll try and put the word

out to the town for you.

- Cheers, Al.

- Okay, boys, let's go.

[telephone ringing]

- Hello?

The Rock Shop.

Oh, hi, Vivian.

No, Shay's not here.

Well, he told me to say that.

Shay was in the nick

with Joe Strummer

and we're putting on a concert

in our own shop.

- Alice, you weren't supposed

to say that.

- Well, we need

as much publicity as we can get.

- You alright?

- Yeah.

I'm feeling much better,

actually.

- I think the nurse fancies you.

- Uh, you think?

I haven't exactly had

lot of time on my hands

for that kind of thing, have I?

- Because you're still

in love with mum?

- No, Shay.

Do you want me to be?

- I mean, you was always kind

of a nag with her.

- Guess it must've seemed

that way, yeah.

- It did.

- Listen..

I know you're mad

and that you blame me

for your mother and everything.

- Dad...

- No, listen.

I want you to listen to me,

Shay.

I mean, you and your sister,

you're the best thing

that I ever did.

I mean, you helped me,

both of you

when I was feeling low

and I couldn't

get out of bed in the morning.

So don't go feeling sorry for me

or blaming yourself.

[laughs]

I love my life.

And I only hope

that you love yours

half as much as I do.

So when you're done being angry

I want you to remember that..

Okay?

Good. Now get your ass

out of here

and go and look

after your sister.

- You've got to be kidding me!

You're the tosser

that's going off

about The Clash

coming to Wanstead?

- Actually, they are comin'.

Shay knows him.

They went to rehearsal

and everything.

- The only way

he'd know rock stars is if

they took turns

shaggin' his mum.

[laughing]

- I've taken on skinheads twice

your size.

[Alice screaming]

- Shay!

[grunting]

- Are you gonna stop talking

about my family?

- Ow, my nose!

- On Sunday morning,

so he could learn

all about the goods.

- Oh, how ridiculous.

What is there to learn about

toys?

All you do is bounce them,

cuddle them or turn them on.

- Just like girls, really.

- No, the government isn't

helping people

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