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by hunting in packs,

came to Brighton with the avowed intent

of interfering with the life

and property of its inhabitants.

And so far as the law gives us power,

this court will not fail

to use the prescribed penalties.

It may perhaps discourage you,

and others of your kidney who are

infected with this vicious virus,

that you be ordered

to pay a fine of 75.

I'll pay now if you don't mind.

You haven't got a pen, have you,

Your Honour?

- All right...

- Be quiet!

- Take that man away.

- Silence in court.

James Michael Cooper.

You stay right where you are.

At least I don't have to ask

where you've been this time.

Do you think this is clever?

Proud of yourself?

- No.

- What do you mean no? You was there.

- And them animals you call friends.

- Yeah.

And I suppose you had some more

of this filth with you, didn't you?

You can look shamefaced, my lad.

I've a good mind to get the law on you.

Where'd you get these?

I dunno. Someone gave 'em to me.

Did he?

And of course, you had to take 'em.

- No.

- You've gotta look big.

If he'd said they was rat poison,

you'd have taken 'em,

then gone off like a pack of savages,

ruining everybody's peace and quiet.

I look at you

and I don't know what I brought up.

- Your sister's not like this.

- Ain't she? What do you f***ing know?

Drugs and filthy pictures!

Running riot everywhere!

You're a little animal, you are.

You wanna be locked up!

I've done my best, look what

I've got for it! A bloody mad thing!

You're a little savage!

Get out of my house! Go on! Get out!

All right.

You're no son of mine!

Wait till your father comes home.

- Oh, yeah, I'll wait.

- Go on, get out!

Yeah, f*** off!

Who wants to live

in your f***ing house anyway?

Get out and don't come back no more

Get out and don't come back

No more

Come.

The postroom boy.

Be with you in a minute, Cooper.

Absent for a full day last week, Cooper.

Now I understand that one day's Bank

Holiday is not good enough for you,

so you have to take two.

May I inquire

if there's any reason for this?

- Not really.

- Not ill or anything, were you?

No.

Mr. Cale tells me that

you spent the weekend in Brighton.

I imagine that you were involved to some

extent in the disturbances there.

Yeah, I was there.

You weren't arrested or detained

or anything, were you?

No.

I must say, I find your attitude

fairly incomprehensible.

I feel I must warn you, Cooper,

that we cannot tolerate this kind of

absenteeism amongst our junior staff.

You've a good steady job here, Cooper.

Plenty of young men'd give

their eye teeth to be in your shoes.

Yeah? Well, find one, then.

- I beg your pardon?

- You heard. I said find one, then.

I'll tell you what you can do

with your eye teeth and your job.

You can take that mail,

and that franking machine,

and all that other rubbish

I have to go about with,

and you can stuff 'em

right up your ass!

Hey, Jimmy.

What did you do?

Lose a shilling and find sixpence?

- Well, look who it isn't.

- Jimmy! I thought they'd locked you up.

Yeah, I got fined, didn't I. Fifty quid.

- Jesus.

- Another good customer bites the dust.

Sorry, but we couldn't

hang around for you.

- We had to get back to our jobs.

- Yeah? Well, I ain't bothered.

I was with Ace and that.

Yeah, we went to court together.

Yeah.

Christ, he's really weird tonight.

I couldn't give a sh*t.

- Ferdy.

- Jim.

- You got any blues or anything?

- Yeah. How many you want?

Dunno. Well, how many you got?

- A ton. French blues.

- Yeah, I'll have the lot.

- What?

- You can't afford it.

Where'd you get all that, then?

Golden handshake, innit?

Two weeks' money.

Told him to stuff the job

right up his ass, didn't I?

- You sure you want the whole bag, Jim?

- Yeah. Why not, eh? Why not?

All right. A fiver.

A fiver.

What are you gonna do with that lot?

- Start a one-man riot?

- Yeah, I might.

- Jim, why'd you chuck in your job?

- 'Cause I felt like it.

You're bleedin' nutty.

- You was on a cushy number.

- Don't give it all that.

I just got fed up.

Fancied something outdoors.

So do I, eh?

She's not bad, is she?

I found her by the road in Brighton.

Maybe there's some trouble at home.

See you found yourself

a new little boy, then.

Hey, Jimmy. I hope you find a new job.

Oh, yeah?

I could always get you a job

on the rubbish carts.

She says you're good

at going up and down in alleyways.

If I see you round here again

I'll f***in' kill you!

- Get off me!

- What's the matter with you?

- C*nts! Get off me! You're not a face!

- Piss off!

- You piss off!

- Forget her, Jimmy.

You shut up and piss off!

You're all wankers and c*nts!

Wankers and c*nts!

- Jimmy! Pack that in and clear off!

- What do you want, you old spunker?

Right.

What d'you want? What d'you want?

I'll have you, you little bastard!

Are you mad? What's the matter with you?

You're worse than he is.

- Go back to bed.

- Come on in.

- You wanna wake the whole street up?

- It's a bit late to worry about that.

If he comes near this house again

I'll kill him.

Do we have to shout about it down here?

Do they all have to know our business?

- Hello, Steph.

- What you doin' here?

- I wanted to see you.

- Well, now you've seen me.

- Wait a minute, will you?

- What you gonna do? Beat me up?

All right, what d'you want?

Walk, I'm late.

Well, I left home last night.

- I kipped out, didn't I?

- In some nuthouse?

Look, I ain't mad, you know.

What is wrong with you, then?

Well, I dunno,

it's just it seems like everything's

going backwards, that's all, Steph.

You sure it's not you

that's going backwards?

No, it's just...

I can't think straight, that's all.

I mean, nothing seems right,

apart from Brighton.

I mean, Brighton was OK.

Going to court with the Ace and that.

And, like, I was a mod there, you know?

- I mean that's something, innit, eh?

- Oh, what are you talking about?

Brighton was a laugh. That's why we

went down. It was a giggle, that's all.

Oh, yeah? And me and you, then?

- Was that just a giggle?

- What do you think?

All right, so I fancied you.

We had it off together.

- But that don't mean nothing, does it?

- It did to f***ing me!

Well, I can't help that, Jimmy, can I?

If I'd known

you were gonna go off your nut...

I told you, I ain't f***ing mad, right?

No, not much. Look at you.

One minute you're all right,

the next you're going stupid.

You can't even have a bit of the other

without kicking your mate's head in.

Just leave me alone, all right?

- Steph, please.

- Look, f*** off!

You slag! You c*nt!

Bastard! Slag!

What the bloody hell you doin'?

We could've killed you.

Look at this.

Oh, f***ing look what you done!

- You c*nts!

- Roll the van back, mate.

You've killed me scooter! F*** off!

Leave it alone, get off it!

- F*** off!

- Dent in it...

Take it easy.

F***ing leave it alone.

Get off! Get off it!

There it is, on the floor now.

- You're lucky you ain't been killed.

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