Northern Soul Page #5

- Well, what's that, then?

- I know what it is.

It's you. It's the fact that

you hang around with him.

- You're right, that's exactly what it is.

- Have a sh*t!

You'll never guess.

The girls are coming back to our house

for a party after.

- What, Angela?

- Yeah.

You winding me up?

No, I'm not.

He's here, by the door.

Put it on now!

Listen, bastards,

we're gonna play a record you've all heard

Ray Henderson play before,

and so far there's only one copy.

By next week, every f***er

will be chasing a copy!

So stay on the floor, bog trotters,

or f*** off home now!

- - This is a record

on Wise World and it's by...

Come on!

Wait for it...

It's by...

The Salvadors and Stick By Me, Baby.

We're on f***ing fire, us!

Untouchable!

He's leaving.

Hey, Ray!

Hi. I'm John.

Thanks for coming down.

Hey up, you.

You got me. Well done.

So where did you find it?

Lt was an accident. Lt was just a job lot.

An accident?

I've seen you knocking about,

selling your stuff.

You obviously know your audience.

Nowt compared to you.

I don't suppose there's a chance of getting

a spot at your do, is there?

You cheeky, young f***er.

You've not been DJ-ing more than

two minutes.

F*** off!

- We could do you a tape.

- Who's "we"?

Me and Matt, we double up.

This is

Billy Butler and The Right Track.

So stay on the floor, bastards!

He's great! He gets the floor going.

All that heckling

and swearing on the mic.

Who's he think he is?

Bernard f***ing Manning?

If I were you, mate, I'd lose him.

I'll tell you what, John.

I'll see about letting you do

the first half hour next week.

And I don't want any of

that sh*t on the mic.

We'll take it from there.

The warm-up?

That would be great.

Thanks!

- See you later, then.

- Thanks!

I'm trying to get my hands

on some gear...

- You what?

- You got pills, haven't you?

I spoke to Ray. He's giving me the warm-up!

No, mate, can't help you.

There was a tall lad

out there with curly hair.

He said you have bombers,

I could do with some.

You know anyone selling, do you?

- No, not in here.

- Well, lad...

If you do know anyone, do let me know.

No problem. What's your name, mate?

Uh, Ben.

All right, Ben.

That's squad.

Plain clothes?

It's the first f***ing night.

I've just had him in here

with Mr Lancashire Rose.

It's that daft twat,

he's told everyone in f***ing Manchester.

He might as well announce it

on the bastard mic.

Hey, Sean says last record.

We can play at least three more.

Hey, come on, don't piss him off.

All right, whatever he says!

We're leaving you

with Frankie Valli's The Night,

but we don't want it to be the last record,

and neither do you.

So we're carrying on at 12 Alfred Street!

Run back to our house.

Don't f***ing announce your address

on the mic.

The filth are going to be crawling

all over you from now on!

It's too late now, pal!

Is he paranoid or what?

He might have a point.

Don't talk sh*t.

John! Sorry, mate.

The girls are in the kitchen on their own.

Oh, God.

Get in there.

Oi!

Get off those undies!

You touch my undies again,

I'll sort you right out.

I'll touch your undies whenever I like.

Will you?

All right. You, out!

Come on, trouble, you're helping me DJ.

Did you plan that?

No, it was him. He's just...

He's daft, isn't he?

- Come here.

- What?

Come here. I want you to look at me.

Betty reckons you fancy me.

How does she know that?

Why do you keep winking at me, then?

I've just had something in my eye

all night, that's all.

All right, I might like you a bit.

You hardly know me.

I don't know any girls like you.

Oh, what, black?

No, neither do I.

What, you don't know any lads like me?

No, you twit.

I don't know anyone black.

Well, apart from a few faces

here and there in the crowd.

Are you adopted?

No, my dad's American,

he went back before I were born.

American? I'm going to America soon.

Maybe you could go get him

and bring him back.

He's living in Chicago now.

Came over in the forces, they fell in...

Well, lust,

had me, then he buggered off and left.

I don't know why anyone

would want to leave you?

Oh, I don't know,

maybe because my mum can be a bit of a cow.

What's your favourite record?

All right, Matt, you gonna get

coupled with that, are you?

Angela!

- Is Angela in here?

- No.

Get out my house!

- Oi, Angela!

- What the f*** are you doing here?

- She's with him now.

- Move out the f***ing way!

She doesn't even want you.

Stop it. Stop it! Leave him alone.

Jesus f***ing Christ!

- F***ing div.

- What are you doing?

What?

- I'll f***ing do you, d*ckhead!

- Get out!

F*** off!

- John! John!

- Jesus!

There's someone trying to break in.

There's someone's trying to break in.

It's me, you f***ing simpletons.

F***.

I'm checking for the escape routes.

- What the f*** is he on?

- If anyone comes,

we get out through the roof.

I've been in a f***ing shed all night.

The squad's watching my place.

They're closing in on everyone.

F***ing bastards!

I need to stay here for a while.

OK.

Hey, there's a strange-looking car

outside the house.

It's mine, I borrowed it.

Look, I'm f***ing shattered.

I'm going to bed.

Yeah, me, too.

Do you need anything?

No, mate, cheers.

You go to bed.

Are you all right?

Frank's dead!

What?

The police ambushed us last night.

Got me, Phil and Frank

trapped in the front room.

Smashed the windows.

Came through, dogs and all.

Frank's been f***ed in the head a while,

he'd just jacked up, grabbed the gun,

and shot himself in the mouth,

like they do in the films.

While the Old Bill were panicking,

I managed to get out.

Oh, my God...

Don't tell him.

And don't tell anyone I'm here.

No, you're safe.

F***!

How long till this trip

to the States, then?

A couple of months.

I'm just waiting for him.

I need a few months.

Well, how short are you?

I want to go travel agents this week.

Can't you wait?

Well, how long do you need?

If you are in that much of a f***ing hurry,

go on your own.

I knew it! You've saved f*** all.

It's all right, I'll go on my own.

I'll come with you.

I'm gonna off-load the big stuff in the

next week and get the f*** out of here

before the squad get me.

- Yeah?

- Yes, mate.

Marvin Gaye?

Yeah, I got it off that sailor kid.

You've had some f***ing gear.

How else am I gonna have a good time?

Look at these f***ing lumps, not one

of them can dance to save their lives.

For f***'s sake!

Look at him!

He's having a f***ing go!

Bollocks to them, they're not worthy!

Where's your rhythm?

What are you doing? An Irish f***ing jig?

I'll leave you with my mate here

to play you the kind of stuff you like.

Tried and tested crap.

F*** off!

What're you thinking bringing him on, eh?

What did I tell you, lad?

I don't want any of that sh*t on the mic!

This is your break. You asked me

for a break. I'm giving it to you.

You've got one shot, lad.

What's going on, boy?

- I haven't...

- What he saying?

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