Quadrophenia Page #5

Come back

Don't come back

Look at that. That is Brighton, my sons!

Blindin'. T'riffic. All right, lads!

Nice one. Ron!

Brilliant! Ace!

Here they are!

- Let's get down there. Come on.

- What about this? Everyone's here.

- This is great.

- Great. Brilliant.

Hey, look, look, there's Bonzo.

Bonzo!

- So, when did you get down here?

- About half an hour ago.

We left this morning,

before it was light.

- What was it like?

- It was dark, weren't it.

Cor, look at him.

- Don't he look smart?

- Wallop!

Look at the scooter.

That is ace!

So, what happened to you last night?

- That'd be telling, wouldn't it?

- That would be telling, would it?

Chalky.

Thanks for waiting. Bleedin' turd.

Where'd the bird go?

He's doing well.

How many you want?

He's out of his head.

Come on.

- You come up?

- I'm really up there.

F***ing great!

- Greenwich Village.

- Where?

Greenwich Village.

It's a commune in New York.

The geezer with the hair, man.

Oi, Dave.

The one with the hair.

Let's go and watch him.

- Jim?

- I'll see you over there.

Monkey, come and dance.

- All right, there, Steph?

- Hello.

Great dancer, eh?

He must be the Ace Face.

- Good looking.

- You wanna dance with a face?

- All right.

- Come on, then.

See ya.

Come on.

Come on, let's dance over there.

- No, let's dance over here.

- I wanna watch him. Come on.

- Why d'you wanna go?

- I wanna dance. Dance with yourself.

- Look at him.

- What's he think he's doing?

- Right, out the way, son.

- Out the way, come on.

F*** off.

Oi, bouncers!

Come on, out! You stupid little bastard.

- Could've killed yourself.

- Leave him.

Jimmy!

Monkey!

Get out and stay out.

Bit of a girl, was she?

- Boys, where we going?

- Come on a ride.

No, I'm gonna find somewhere to kip.

You seen Jimmy?

Last time I seen him,

he was getting kicked out.

- Fenton's pulled.

- Don't it make you sick?

Got his sleeping arrangements sorted.

- Chalk, let's ride.

- Nah, we wanna be fresh for tomorrow.

- See you, Dave.

- Cheerio, Spider.

Steph, you coming with us, then?

No, I don't fancy

kipping on dirty floors.

Going to a bed and breakfast, ain't we?

Bye.

I wouldn't say no

to bed and breakfast either.

- I ain't got no dough.

- Not you. Them.

Oh. Yeah, not half.

Can you imagine it?

Legs wrapped round your face.

F***ing amazing.

Bit of all right, is that Steph.

- So where we gonna kip.

- I dunno.

I've got no f***ing idea.

What we gonna do? Go back up?

- On the beach.

- Oh, yeah, can you swim?

I don't wanna go to sleep anyway.

Do you?

What d'you reckon?

It's cheap.

It's a bit of a shithouse, innit?

I dunno,

I've never slept in a shithouse.

- What d'you reckon?

- Well...

- Make your f***ing mind up.

- F***ing hell.

Sorry. Is there room?

- F***ing hell.

- Sorry.

Who's farted?

Come on, then, let's make a move.

Come on, get a move on.

- I've heard there's a few mods about.

- See you down there.

F***ing hell.

- What d'you want?

- Egg sandwich.

Spider! You shithouse!

Hello, girls. Where's Jim?

He's over there.

How's the human cannonball...

Leave me hair alone, will you, Dave?

We go down this beach hut.

It's dark, right?

We wake up, there's greasers everywhere.

Right, Dave?

Yeah. They was all having a screw

with some bird.

- Bit rough, was she?

- He don't know, he only saw her arse.

Yeah, but that wasn't rough.

Well, apart from the splinters.

One of 'em was the geezer

that rode me off the bike yesterday.

He's on my f***ing list. He's dead.

- It's all right if I sit down, then?

- Yeah.

What you got the hump about?

So why are you so humpy?

It's nothing.

Just looking at the sea, that's all.

Oh, Christ Almighty.

Take your feet off the table.

Piss off.

Just watch it, or you're out.

- Where'd you get to, then?

- Nowhere.

I just kipped on the beach.

You're f***ing mad, you are,

getting chucked out.

You should have stayed around.

You would've been well in.

- What d'you mean?

- She was there on her Jack Jones.

- Steph?

- Yeah.

F***ing Fenton gets off

with this beatnik chick.

And she's all on her own, ain't she.

I tell you...

I would've been up her

like a f***ing ferret.

Well, if I hadn't know that you and her

were so...

So what?

I ain't gone on her, you know.

Leave it out,

everybody knows you fancy her.

I reckon she's a right good bunk-up,

lads.

You animal!

- Hi.

- All right, Steph?

- Great, innit?

- Where's Pete, then?

- I dunno. Don't really care.

- Don't really care. Dave!

Come on.

We are the mods! We are the mods!

We are, we are, we are the mods!

We are the mods! We are the mods!

We are, we are, we are the mods!

- We are the mods!

- F***ing wankers!

We are the mods! We are the mods!

We are, we are, we are the mods!

We are the mods! We are the mods!

We are, we are, we are the mods!

We are the mods! We are the mods!

We are, we are, we are the mods!

That's the geezer that rode me

off the road yesterday.

Let's f***ing have 'em!

Shut those f***ing doors!

Have him!

Pete, stop 'em!

Get somebody here quick.

What's that? Stop!

Jesus Christ, they've gone... Oi!

Get 'em in here quick.

What's going on here?

Over the edge.

- Jimmy!

- All right!

I was there! The mods! We were there!

Look! Dan did that!

There was a geezer, I tell you,

I went crack!

Crack!

You bastards!

We are, we are, we are the mods!

We are the mods, we are the mods!

We are, we are, we are the mods!

- On my life, he was going...

- Quick!

F***ing hell! Run! Run!

We are the mods, we are the mods!

We are, we are, we are the mods!

Jimmy!

Chalk! Dave!

- We just got some rockers.

- We just done the caff.

- We pushed 'em off a wall!

- What's that on your...

Kill the bastards!

Leave him alone, you dirty rocker!

Oi, what the f***!

Get out the way!

Come on!

Steph, come on!

Come on.

Come on, Ace!

Christ, the law!

- Leg it!

- Run!

Right, keep them in!

Control those kids.

We are, we are, we are the mods!

We are the mods, we are the mods!

We are, we are, we are the mods!

- Come on!

- Run! Run!

Up here! Come on.

Dogs! Dogs!

Come here. Come here.

Bloody hell.

Here, come on.

Down here.

Come on.

Get onto the footpath!

Get onto the path!

Spider! Come on!

Get off me! I ain't done nothing!

Jimmy!

- Right, get him in here!

- Steph! Steph!

Steph, come on.

Oh, no!

F***!

Get off!

All right! All right!

Get off! You c*nt.

Cheers.

All right.

I feel I'm being followed

My head is empty

And every word I say

Turns out a sentence

Statements to a stranger

Just askin' for directions

Turn from bein' help

To bein' questions

Steph, are you all right?

I see a man without a problem

It seems strange to see this procession

of miserable specimens.

So different from the strutting

hooligans of yesterday,

who came here

to pollute the air of this town.

Yes.

These long-haired, mentally unstable,

petty little hoodlums.

These sawdust Caesars,

who can only find courage, like rats,

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