Riff-Raff

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I want all that is decent.

We must fix these tubes.

And so on.

They want to keep them trim.

- Yes

- Okay.

- Will have to cover them.

- With tar paper or wood?

Do what you...

You cover. With wood.

The point is that if you come late,

go out soon, do you mean?

We pay the Thursday morning

and also said goodbye that day.

The containers are not there

apoyis for you in them...

but to fill them

and although it comes to story...

I do not trust

sobris that no unemployment.

Did not know you could do that.

You can not imagine what they do

the bastards like you.

- I no longer suck my thumb.

- What is it we do?

Stealing, collect unemployment

under any other name...

not to strike, loiter

and talk like ass.

And no pissing in the corners.

Prohibited. Is frowned upon.

- No toilet, right?

- It's a mess.

- Can I ask you a question?

- Go.

What is your opinion on

the ozone layer?

I do not care until it affects

at work. Anything else?

What progress?

We would be easier to see

to a legless cat...

burying sh*t

in a frozen pond.

I have been told to see Mr. Siddons

for a job.

Yes? I thought you were coming to give us

three wishes. What is that?

The blade of unemployment.

They said they did. "

I do not want. I do not know

none of your privacy.

Of course, taxes

the pay us...

but insurance is up to you,

you are self-employed.

To hell with all those leaves

unemployment. To work.

Come, come out of the hut

and teach you how to begin.

You see,

everything becomes easy and sympathy.

- Is there a possibility?

- What?

- Can you give me work?

- Watch and wait 5 minutes there.

You see those containers?

Then they have to be filled at 4.

- This sends Margaret Thatcher.

- Roger, Margaret.

Whatever is on the floor, you pass

lift out the window.

You two can start

for this corridor.

- It's decided, right?

- Yes, I like determined.

- You always know what to expect.

- Shut up. See what below?

Two dozen sheets of wall

precast. Upload them to the fourth floor.

- Your face turns red when you are angry.

- I got signed.

- And you, what are you doing here?

- Have not told me what to do.

Shall I tell you

when to go to sh*t?

Watch these manners,

could be your father.

- And who are you?

- Wilf.

- Wilf. Where are you, Wilf?

- Of Bristol.

How Bristol? Shepherd.

Go to Liverpool and make crumbs.

Hey everybody, do not want to see

without a helmet. Nobody is going without a helmet here.

All right, Scot?

Stevie.

Okay, Stevie.

All right, Scot?

- Where do you sleep?

- At the moment, with some friends.

What next?

I'll find something of mine,

I do not know.

- And a place to occupy?

- You know something?

Yes, we know something,

Do you, Mo? Mo!

Are not we can get

something to occupy?

No problem. Come Saturday

and find something.

You want one, son? There are thousands

empty sites in the area.

No problem.

We are in 1990.

There are millions of people

homeless.

Do you know how many unemployed there are in this

country? Nearly 3 million.

And you know how many workers

construction? 250,000.

- Yeah, but half do not want to work.

- Nonsense!

There are millions of acres into disuse,

not counting the green belt.

Brickworks

are overflowing.

Nobody should be in the street

in the 90s. It's crazy, man.

- Now there is no God to stop...

- The City of Liverpool...

5,000 houses built

when they sent the Labor Party...

What happened to them?

I have taken. Across the country.

- He just wants a floor busy!

- Of all the municipalities.

He just wants a floor busy!

- The rest of the country...

- Sure, because votaste Thatcher.

- I did not vote for Thatcher.

- Yes

- I never vote, buddy.

- Yes

- Yes, votaste.

- Never.

- The votaste.

- He took 41% of the vote...

- But the other 59% voted against.

- He just wants a floor busy!

Sure, the Almighty Mo

I do not care, you have your house.

But if you just want the floor

occupied by the balls!

- What?

- They come for the floor of Pascal.

- Pascal's flat?

- Yes, it is empty.

Come on, put the leg, host.

You'll have to give a couple

of locks on the door...

and close well before

to go away in the morning.

- Pardon me, boys.

- There is no story for anyone.

Will you let me go, solete?

Do you mind passing?

You can not.

Come on, guys, I have children

older than you.

Lower your leg if you want

you break it.

- Hey, do not talk like that.

- That you cowering.

- F*** you!

- Do not Mess with us...

- And nothing will happen.

- No need to talk like that.

- Come on, guys, calm down!

- You're all bastards!

- It's a shame.

- What floor?

They are angry with everyone except

with which they should be angry.

- Is the number?

- 39.

It's here.

- What about the crowbar?

- Here.

- Thanks.

- What do you think?

- Not bad.

- Home sweet home.

Dale, Shem, give strong.

Not bad.

It gives the south, Scotland.

It is ultramodern.

- Chain of music and all.

- It smells like piss.

No problem. Mo will clean it.

He is used.

- Always clean behind Larry.

- Come on, I'll give gas...

remove the timber

windows.

Consider this Part.

Here it smells of pee.

- It's settled.

- F*** me with that.

- Okay?

- Perfect.

This sh*t was also ours,

until we stole it.

Well, that's it.

What, comfortable?

- Very.

- I hope the hammer...

- I have not woken up.

- I just remove all those tables.

Well, has not been in the news.

Wow, have not cut yet.

That also was ours.

Do you can explain why someone

have to make a profit...

whenever we

water to boil?

Or every time a child

drink a glass.

Or every time a pensioner

turn on the stove.

Before the speculators pulled

paste of the land and houses...

- Now take out the gas.

- Every time you open your mouth...

loose a f***ing speech

Do not you get tired of hurting it?

- Thanks, but I'm not angry.

- But we do not want to hear.

You do not understand. Every day I

light cut more people, gas...

And give, and give!

You ever get tired?

The "lumpen proletariat", yes. Thought

you when they invented the word.

- Come on in...

- I'm serious.

- You're the perfect representative...

- And the suckling pig comes to us...

Bye, guys.

Can not you see we are working

down here?

- Stevie.

- What?

Get out, walking.

Let's shoot this thing.

Larry, lean back.

But what are you doing?

Do you not see that there are people going?

Do you not see that there are people going?

I tell you there are people, cocoons.

Do not you see?

Are you cranks or what?

- What?

- That there are people retarded!

- Come, jodis not the sow.

- We will not stand here all day.

- Backpedaling.

- Take off in the middle, come on.

Come on, Larry, do not be a bore.

Backpedaling.

The hell, you bastards!

Are you happy?

It gives me more to have broken

an intermittent.

You're going to have to currar about

few Saturdays to pay for this.

- Here it is, smart-ass!

- You are morons.

It could have been a kid.

Look at these lazy bastards.

Not work for anything.

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