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or we're stuck for Brighton.

Yeah, OK. This time.

- Hold this, then.

- What for?

I ain't going in there with me parka on,

am I?

Hey, Jim.

Excuse me.

- What d'you want, son?

- Is Harry North about?

- Who are you, then?

- I've got a message for him.

Hang about a minute, all right?

Come through here. Come through.

Come through.

Over there.

Through here.

That's him over there in the grey suit.

Go on, you're all right. Go on.

What can I do for you, son?

- Me Uncle Charlie.

- Who?

Charlie Fenton, he said...

- Are you Charlie's boy?

- His nephew, yeah.

Oh, his nephew. What's your name, son?

Jimmy.

It's a pleasure and a privilege

to meet any one of the Fentons.

- Now, do you want a drink, son?

- No, thanks.

- I gotta get going soon.

- What can I do for you?

Listen, you can have a talk here.

We're all pals.

- I wanted some pills.

- Oh.

What do you want?

Purple hearts? Blues? Dexedrine?

Some blues. I've got a tenner.

No, not here, son.

Teddy, come here.

This is Teddy. Go for a walk with him

and he'll do the business for you.

- All right.

- Give my regards to your Uncle Charlie.

Pillhead.

Come on, Ronnie.

Come on, Ron!

Tosser.

Chalk...

It's all there.

250 leapers! This'll see us through

till Christmas, eh?

- Show me.

- One for the road, eh?

Come on, hurry up.

That ain't a blue! That's paraffin.

We've been done,

that's my three quid down the drain.

Yeah, and mine!

Let's do the bastard's motor.

Come on.

Get out the way!

Come on! Go!

You on?

Wankers!

Nice.

Give it a shove. Go on, shove it, man.

Nice one.

You're f***ing making a racket.

- Do we have to do this?

- Course we do.

We don't wanna leave fingerprints

all over the gaff.

They'll catch us on the smell.

Shut up.

We must be able to find some blues here.

Look at that.

Oh, yes.

- Dave.

- What?

Come here.

Shut up!

- F***ing shut up!

- All right.

This place...

- Here, Jim, I just had a thought.

- What?

- Footprints.

- Footprints. What?

You got lines on the back of your feet.

There must be thousands of pills here.

Or millions.

Nothing's there.

I'm gonna search in there.

I'm putting me socks on. I ain't stupid.

Police!

Hey, lads, look at these.

- Johnnies, hundreds of 'em.

- Chuck us a couple of packets.

- Got something planned for tonight?

- 'Course I have.

Oh! F***ing yellows.

Chalky, what you doing?

Come and give us a hand.

Not taking no chances, am I?

Come on, shut up.

Let's get down to it, eh?

I've found 'em. They're blues.

- I found some blues.

- There's not many.

- Perhaps someone's been nickin' 'em.

- F***ing hell!

Hang on!

Chalky, come on.

Just getting something for me mum.

- I'm dropping all the blues.

- Just get out.

- All right.

- One and tuppence.

OK. And you behave yourself tonight.

I'll try.

I'll try and behave myself tonight.

I'm flying. Terrific, ain't they?

- Did we have it off, or what?

- Just what the doctor ordered.

- We done your chemist tonight.

- You didn't.

I was gonna phone you.

Why didn't you?

I coulda told you where everything was.

Got you a Pepsi.

- And a present.

- What is it?

- You nicked 'em, didn't you?

- You are now handling stolen goods.

Here y'are, I'll give you some more.

Listen,

d'you fancy taking me home later?

What about Pete, then?

I'll worry about Pete.

But if you tell him, I will never, ever

speak to you again, right?

Don't worry, I won't tell him.

And I'm still gonna go down

to Brighton with him.

- Yeah.

- I've said I would, haven't I?

Yeah, I suppose so.

Girl, you really got me now

You got me so I can't sleep at night

You really got me, whoo

Please... don't ever set me free...

Oh, cheers.

How much d'you get?

Mr. Fulford had a few words to say about

your unexplained absence yesterday.

- Like what?

- Like don't do it again.

Unless you want to end up hearing him

read the riot act. I take it you don't.

No, I'd rather be dead, Mr. Cale.

All right.

Off you go. You too, Eric.

Have a nice weekend.

It's just the front

I'm a bit dodgy about.

The only way to keep that up

is with lacquer.

- I don't want any lacquer.

- Just a drop.

- Poofs wear lacquer, don't they?

- I wear lacquer.

That's what I mean, innit?

- There y'are.

- Cheers.

My bird'll pull that back for me.

As long as that's all she pulls back.

- Right. Usual miracle?

- Watch the neck.

Plenty of lacquer for him.

You know the hair falls? Down the back.

- Know what I mean?

- All right.

- See you, then, Dan.

- Yeah, cheers, Jim.

- Brighton tomorrow?

- Yeah, see you there.

Mum? Mum?

Where've you put

all them old newspapers?

Are you gonna get my carpets wet again?

No, I've given 'em

a really good wringing out.

They're under the sink.

Gordon Bennett!

What have you got on?

Is this some kind of new fashion

I haven't heard about?

- Sopping wet trousers?

- They're Levis.

Never mind what they are,

they're bleeding wet.

You've gotta shrink 'em on you

so they fit right.

He's definitely getting worse.

- What's this rubbish, then?

- Ready Steady Go!

- Ready what?

- Ready Steady Go!

Ready Steady Go!?

Bunch of louts.

Bloody moron.

I suppose they wear wet jeans

n'all, do they?

Is that how you're supposed to play

a guitar now, then?

Oh, gawd help us.

Here, have you seen this?

I haven't got time for all that rubbish.

I can sing better than that little ape.

Call that singing?

Sounds like a drowned dog.

That'll make you deaf, you know.

Gerry & The Pacemakers

And "Ferry Cross The Mersey".

The Animals are next.

This is Big L 266.

Wonderful Radio London

Whoopee

Good morning, it's 6.01,

and here is the news.

After yesterday's session at the

conference, the Colonial Secretary

commented that he hoped for a speedy

transition to independence in Aden.

The Bank Holiday

started in earnest last night,

with thousands of motorists

heading towards the south coast.

Traffic was reported heavy on the A127,

the Southend Road,

and there were jams on the M1

southbound, causing severe delays.

Shopkeepers in Brighton,

fearing a reoccurrence of disturbances

caused by rival gangs in other seaside

resorts, put up shutters last night.

A spokesperson for the shopkeepers

said while they weren't expecting...

- Watch it, Dave!

- I'll burn you off any day, son!

I thought you got that thing fixed up!

Show off!

Oh, sh*t.

F*** off!

- Flash pig.

- He thinks he's Davy Crockett.

- Lend us a mirror.

- Piss off!

Chalky.

Hold the bike. Hey, Chalky!

- Chalky, you all right?

- Hey, Chalky!

- Yeah, I'm all right.

- Anything broken?

- No.

- Shame, eh? Shame.

Nah, it looks all right.

Looked good from back there.

Don't take the piss,

I nearly broke me f***ing neck.

You look all right.

What we'll do, we'll go and get 'em.

Follow us up.

Told you I'd burn you off any day,

didn't I?

- Hang on a bit.

- Serves you right!

- See you down there.

- Jimmy!

Get out and don't come back

no f***in' more, c*nt

Get out and don't come back

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