Northern Soul Page #2

I'm going record-hunting

tomorrow in Manchester.

- Do you wanna come?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

See you about 2:
00, then.

- All right.

- Yeah.

- Ta-Ra.

- See you later.

Oi, knock on back.

F***ing hell!

F***.

Hey, let us in.

Visiting time is over!

It's not even dinner time yet!

I said it's over!

F***ing hell!

Hey up, cocker.

Hey, I wanna buy that record. You know,

the first one on Ray Henderson's tape.

It says here, "Cover-Up".

Is that the title?

No, it's a cover-up. I'll come down.

It's a cover-up, it's been covered up.

Cover-up's where the DJ's hidden the title.

He gets a piece of paper

and it covers up the label,

so no-one else can find it.

Sh*t! How do I...

If I wanted to go and

buy one, how would I...

How would I know what to ask for.

You wouldn't.

Why do you think I wanna go to America?

It's the only place you can go and find

a record that nobody's heard already.

You're all fired up, aren't you?

How was your night?

I just... I didn't even sleep. I just...

- I get these...

- Tingles.

- Yeah, tingles, down the back of my neck.

- Brilliant.

See these lyrics, right?

I wrote them all down.

They just jumped out at me.

Really grabbed me.

- Tobi Legend?

- Yeah, they really meant something.

Does that sound daft?

- Bloody hell, you have been busy.

- Yeah.

"Life is just one precious minute.

Open up your eyes and see it.

"Give yourself a better chance

because time will pass you..."

- Do you know what I mean?

- I do.

F***ing great.

That's like the great thing

about soul music.

You listen to the lyrics on all

them records and they talk to you.

Detroit, '68, Ric-Tic label.

Like my neck.

Oh, dick.

Hey, Bazz, stick this on for us, will you?

Put both booths on.

Hey, come on.

F***ing hell, those trumpets!

Hey! Come on, there's tons of stuff.

Cameo-Parkway.

Philadelphia, a mean sound.

And Wand label from New York.

Bloody hell, I'm having that.

That is a great magazine.

Lt tells you all about soul records

and like, singers and that.

Have a look in back,

a fella called John Anderson.

He owns Soul Bowl Records.

All the top DJs buy from him.

You know, like Ray Henderson.

Move away from this section. Thank you.

Hey, you, f*** off!

We're buying serious stuff here.

You're not the only one

that likes "serious" music.

What're you doing,

three weeks Friday?

Piss off, d*ckhead!

I'm playing soul at the youth club.

Youth club?

Have you heard this, Ange?

Hey, I know you. The bus?

- Yeah.

- He always gives up his seat for me.

- I wouldn't sit where he's f***ing been.

- Aw!

It's always nice and warm.

Come on, Ange. We're not hanging

here with these kiddy-winks.

Who's the black bird?

I see her on the bus every morning.

She's a nurse.

A nurse, eh? Hey, maybe she could see

to this weird swelling I keep getting.

She wouldn't be interested in me anyway.

No, not when your mum's

dressing you in that clobber!

They got them. Brilliant!

Solatios. F***ing best!

I can't pay you back in full.

Don't worry about it. Hey, come on.

Hi, is this Soul Bowl Records?

Hi. Um, do you have a record by a Lou

Pride, I'm Com'un Home In The Morn'un?

Nice kit! Have you won pools?

Who the f*** are you?

You look nearly as good as me.

Do I look all right?

50% Bruce Lee!

Hey, I got this from Soul Bowl Records,

Lou Pride.

It's on the tape, from the all-nighter,

Ray Henderson's set.

I heard the first ten seconds or so of it.

Now I've heard the whole thing. It's great!

Do you want it?

F***ing hell, no. You keep it.

- Take it.

- All right.

It's a f***ing great record. Hey.

Come on, we're going for it.

Oi, oi, oi!

Tez's car's broke down.

Oh, yeah? How long will he be?

I don't know. About half hour.

I'll get things going.

You got any charts?

No, I've got loads of soul.

Just wait here, you two, all right?

I'm on.

Are you gonna get on the dance floor?

Hey, this is our chance.

Just give me five minutes.

I've got an idea!

All right, sunshine. Let's have a little

bit of this, shall we, while we wait.

Hey.

Hey, come to the youth club.

Hey, can you dance?

Hey, where've you been?

Been rounding people up to dance.

Rounding people up to dance.

What? Who are they?

I'll tell you in a minute.

You get some soul on or what?

I'm flying. Come on!

Now, it's time for some real music.

It's the moment you've

all been waiting for.

Let's see you on that floor!

It's Frankie Valli's The Night.

You getting on the floor or what?

Hey, mate! You're f***ing brilliant!

What a night! What a night!

Did you see some of those moves?

Those Bruce Lee kicks and that! Yeah.

Have you asked your Paul

about me coming to America with you?

- You better get saving up.

- Are you...

Are you serious? I can come with you?

Listen, Terrorist!

If I say we make good team,

I mean we make good team.

I say the three of us,

we could go to States.

Come back with enough unknowns

to give Ray Henderson, or any man,

a good run for his money!

So, we're... We're going?

Yeah. Let's do it.

Let's go to America! Let's do it.

We're going to America! Come on!

Hey. Easy.

Forget the top ten, it's all propaganda.

This is underground,

but it's gonna be massive.

This is...

Sh*t. What're you doing?

Get on with it.

You don't have to be Jimmy f***ing Savile.

This is Lou Pride and

I'm Com'un Home In The Morn'un

Keep these curtains closed.

Everyone in the street can see you.

And keep the noise down!

All right!

F***ing hell!

Well, thanks for letting us know.

Bye, now.

What's going on?

He's gone.

He's passed away in his sleep.

What? Who?

Your granddad.

They said he had a stroke.

He's in a peaceful place now, love.

It's 5:
00 in the bloody morning!

What are you doing dressed?

You didn't want him here, did you?

I'll take you to see him if you like.

Before the funeral.

What's going on?

You've got your way now.

There's some tea there.

John, what do you think you're doing?

Just calm down.

He's dead

and neither of you give a f***!

Don't use language like that in here!

You're a grown man now,

you should be able to control yourself.

Now come on.

Here.

Just drink your tea and calm down.

No, I'm not f***ing having it!

- John!

- Look at him!

This is what he does!

He f***ing hated that f***ing home!

And it's your f***ing fault!

Do something!

All right. You have two hours.

Please turn over your paper and begin.

Oi, blockhead. Eyes on your paper.

Do you not hear me, Clark?

Right, sit down. Now!

- Are you deaf? I said...

- F*** off.

What did you say, lad?

I said f*** off!

That's a fire door!

You'll regret this, Clark!

Someone let me back in.

Here you go, love.

Oi! Oi!

F***ing look at him. Look at him.

Is that the best you can do?

Come on, you f***ing bastards!

Right, enough of that.

No more of that language, son.

F*** off!

Matt, there's a letter here.

- You all right, Ben?

- Matt.

They're not letting us in. It's that Linda.

She's not putting you on.

What's going on, Linda?

I'm bringing Terry back on tonight.

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