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The girl that I adore

Soul Galore

Soul Galore, baby

Soul Galore

Soul Galore

Weren't bad, was it?

Starting to get

into the place, me.

Maybe I'll buy one of them

bags and a long leather coat.

Hey, Joe, do you think I

should buy? The dying fly?!

The dying f***ing fly?!

How come you always

have to play the divvy?

Fly's funny.

I do it at The Onion

and you fall about.

You still haven't sussed it,

have you? This isn't The Onion!

Comfy?

I hear you're a collector.

Records?

Bits and pieces.

Business thing.

So show.

Kim Weston

Jane digs her

Yvonne Baker You

Didn't Say A Word.

How much do you want for it?

Not for sale.

It was a present.

Oh, everything is for sale!

Gie you ten quid.

Ten?

15, then.

F*** you playing at?!

My goods, bought

and paid for.

And my goods are f*** all

to do with you. Do you hear?

All right? You

took your time.

You weren't

worried, were you?

Whoa.

There's nothing

here to worry about.

Isn't that right, pal?

Ladies.

Your chariot awaits.

Come on, get in.

Mind your legs.

Get your f***ing bag

off the car and f*** off.

Say there was this lad, right,

and he wanted to get with a girl

not just any girl

someone he really thought

was the business, you know

but he's a bit iffy

about asking her out

in case he gets

knocked back.

Would this be just any lad

or someone in particular?

All right me.

He might start

by just asking.

Yeah, but

say I wanted to

do something first

something to make the girl see

I was worth taking a tumble on.

Maybe she sees that already?

All the same

if the girl was you, say

what could I do that'd work?

Telling me how you really feel

would be a good place to start.

Girls dig a guy who can

open up about themselves.

Show 'em what's

truly going on inside.

Inside?

You mean in me head?

In your heart's better.

Joe?!

Got to see someone.

See you a bit later.

Who loves you, baby?

You silly bastard!

What you doing creeping about? You could

have given me a bloody heart attack!

Sorry.

What the hell do

you want anyhow?

Thought we might go dancing.

Trust me.

I want you,

understand Want to know

I'm your girl and you're

my man I want to say

With you I'd go

anywhere Anywhere

You name it, I'll be there

I'm gonna love you

a long, long time

Let me tell you, honey

You'd better believe it

I'm your baby You'd

better believe it

I'm your baby for

ever For ever and ever

Think you're something

else, don't you?

Good enough.

I've watched

you at the Casino

you're good enough there.

Good as Alan?

Alan's a mover,

everyone knows that.

He owned the floor

at the Twisted Wheel.

But the Wheel shut

three years ago.

Meaning?

Meaning maybe what he moves

best these days are pills.

Sorry.

Used to be an

ice-skater, me.

When I was a kid, like.

Got up to competition level.

You win any?

Not good enough?

Something like that.

See

skating, dancing

pretty much the

same thing, you know.

More or less.

I could do just

about anything

except spin.

I'd get round once or

twice and then pfft!

Flat on me arse.

Every time!

Could never find that

point of focus.

Well, use me as

your point of focus.

Sorry.

Said it would take time

to settle in, didn't I?

All of my life

I've been longing

for you, girl

Still I go on after you

I can't understand

How I'll get by

Cos I need you tonight

In all of my life

Back in a minute.

All of my life

The sun was shining The

rain might never fall

Monica. Brendan.

But my love for you keeps

growing more and more

Oh please believe me, baby

That's how much I love you

Please stay with me, girl

All of my life

Yeah, right by my side

Yeah, my life

Monica.

Brendan said I was

to give you this.

I've just seen

Why?

Said you'd understand.

"I'm Gonna Love You A Long

Time" by Patti & The Emblems

But I'm cracked up over you

and there ain't nothing I can do

So I'm gonna love you

Oh, yes, I am

Cracked up over you

Oh-oh, yes, I am

Cracked up over you

Baby, you don't love me

And I know it

Baby, you don't love me

That's it.

Go on. Go on, do it,

go for the spin. Go on.

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong.

Tired.

You can dance, Joe.

You can really move. You've

just got to let go, that's all.

What's that?

It must have fallen

out of my bag.

What is it?

It's a Degas.

What's a Day-ga?

He's an artist.

A really good artist.

Look, if you pass

me the sketchbook.

That's Matisse,

he's my favourite.

He reckoned dance was

the essence of life.

Can you even think what

he'd have made of the Casino?

You can't paint

that. No-one could.

He could have.

He was brilliant.

What, that flutter in your

guts while you wait to go in?

Then the music just hits you.

No, there's nothing like it.

No, Matisse,

he was a genius. He'd

have captured it all.

He would have

He'd have walked in

there and just gone,

"F*** me, this

place is amazing."

Anyway, how do you

know so much about art?

I've applied to art school.

In Nottingham.

You did that?

Mm-hm.

It's really good, Mand.

They're only sketches.

Wish I knew what

to do with my life.

No, not those.

Why? Cos it's private.

What have you got

there? Mucky drawings?

Joe! I just want

to peek at it.

Stop it.

What the hell's going on?

I'm not running

a flaming hotel.

Go on. Out!

See you later.

See you at the Casino.

Business is so good

right now, babe.

I can set you up anywhere you

want to go. Anywhere at all.

But I know where you

want to be, babe. I do.

I know where you

want to be, babe.

There we go.

"All Of My Life"

by Detroit Soul

All of my life

I've been longin' for you

Girl

Till time stands still

That's how long I'll need you

I can't understand

How I'll get by

Something like that?

Yeah, yeah.

They're the ones.

The sun won't shine and

the rain might never pour

But my love for you keeps

growing more and more

Taxi to Wigan, sir?

Eh?

If I see one dying fly

Bastard thing's stuck. I

can't f***ing turn it off.

F***ing hell, Joe. Joe!

Get out.

F***ing hell.

Joe.

Joe, Christ's sakes, man.

Open your bag.

Why?

I've got some stuff

I want to put in it.

Keeler's got this mate

that's a chemist, right?

Says, a slack handful

of these and kazzam,

you're the Silver

f***ing Surfer.

What?

Are you f***ing nuts?

I'm not a drug pusher.

And neither am I.

I'm a bloody ice

cream man, Joe.

But sometimes

it's not enough.

I'm sorry, mate.

I'm not doing it.

I promised Keeler.

You know what he's like.

We don't deliver, we

both get kicked ugly.

We?

What do you mean, we?

He sees us as a team.

What I get, so do you.

Joe?

Not now, Mand. Joe?

I said, "Not now!"

All right?

"If It's All The Same To You Babe"

by Luther Ingram/ Anthony Hester

If it's all the

same to you, babe

I confess, I'm in distress

Loneliness is getting me down

My heart will break

What are we going to do?

WE are not going to do anything. YOU

are going to do what you came here for.

Flog pills. By myself?

This is your deal, Russ.

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