The Business
My old man wrote me a
letter from prison once.
It said, "If you don't wanna end up like me,
stay away from crime, women and drugs."
Problem is, it don't leave you with
much else to do, does it?
Planet Earth
# Only came outside
# To watch the nightfall with the rain
# I heard you making patterns rhyme
# Like some New Romantic
# You'll see I'm right some other time
# Look now, look all around
# There's no sign of life...
- Put the f***ing gun down!
Put the f***ing gun down, you Spanish c*nt!
Put it down! F***ing put it down!
Don't f***ing move, you fat pot-nosed c*nt!
Where is it, you f***ing little c*nt?
# You're looking at Planet Earth
# This is Planet Earth
- F***ing put it down or I'll kill you!
- For f***'s sake, just tell us...
- Where's the f***ing gear?
Tell me where the f***ing gear is!
Tell me where it is!
Else I swear I'll f***ing kill the lot of you!
Where? Where?
Ten years in paradise living the dream.
It had to come to an end one day.
But there was a time when me and the playboy
had the world in our hands.
Anyway, f*** it.
Better to be someone for a day
than no-one for a lifetime.
What is it?
Learjet.
Only way to travel.
Be someone.
I have only one thing to say.
You turn if you want to.
The lady's not for turning.
Someone's had it.
Have it right, woman.
I never lifted your money!
- Leave her alone, Joe.
- It's all right.
I'll sort it.
- Yeah, run along, boy. Do as your mother says.
- You touch her and I'll kill you.
Now get out, you bum.
Be someone.
- What?
- I'm gonna be someone.
And I'm gonna ruin you.
You'll never be anything.
You ain't got the character, boy.
Now, go on, f*** off.
You pay me or else you've f***ing had it!
I'm f***ing sick of it, do you hear me?
I'm f***ing sick of it!
What am I gonna do, Jim?
Fancy a bit of sun?
I'm f***ing polo.
I got something needs delivering.
I'll look after you.
Get the bag straight to the man.
If you get lost down there,
just ask for the playboy.
I understand, Jim.
But tell me what's in the bag, please.
Biscuits.
Biscuits...
Welcome To The Pleasuredome
# The animals are winding me up
# The jungle call
# The jungle call
# Hoo ha, hoo ha
# Hoo ha, hoo ha
# A pleasuredome erect
# Moving on, keep moving on, yeah
# Moving at one million miles an hour
# Using my power
# I sell it by the hour
# I have it so I market it
# You really can't afford it, yeah
# You really can't afford it
# Even when they reach the top
# Even when they reach the top
# There goes a supernova
# What a pushover, yeah
# There goes a supernova
# What a pushover
# We're a long way from home
# Welcome to the Pleasuredome
# On our way home
# Going home where lovers roam
# Long way from home
# Welcome to the Pleasuredome
All Night Long
# Oh, something's got me so excited, baby
# A feeling I've been holdin' back so long
# You got me shook up, shook down,
shook out on your lovin'
Listen, you'd better f*** off now.
Go on.
Is that my bag?
- Oi, kid. Is that bag for me?
- Yeah.
- So, what's your name, kid?
- Frankie.
Kid Frankie, eh?
Here!
Take it.
So, what's your story?
- I'm just doing what Jimmy asked.
- He said you were from good stock.
Did you look in the bag?
So, what's your plans?
I dunno.
I'll see you out, then.
You had to wonder how this
character ended up on the beaches of Spain.
You drive.
It was never about the money for Charlie.
It was about the power and what went with it.
And could you f***ing blame him?
He just loved the lifestyle.
Stay down! Don't look at me!
Don't f***ing look at me!
I sh*t you not, he walked on water.
Everything he touched turned to gold.
His f***ing bed made itself in the mornings.
That's how cool he was.
What you f***ing do that for, you lunatic?
- You've just f***ed us!
- And f***ed 'em, he had.
Everyone knew it was the Peckham Four.
There was a national witch-hunt for them.
But the police were too busy nicking
fare-dodgers and junkie bag-snatchers,
while Charlie and the gunman
slipped across the drink towards Spain.
Like I said, he walked on f***ing water.
You can drive, can't you?
Hangin' On A String
This is where it's at, son.
Look around you.
Shot to pieces back in London.
I tell you what, play your cards right, and I might
give you a job in the club. How's that sound?
- Yeah.
- Good boy.
Charles! Charles!
- All right, son, how are you?
- All right, Charles?
- Local brasshouse, got it?
- I've never had a brass.
- Never had a brass?
You leave it to me. I'll allocate you a plate later.
- Charlie.
- Ronnie.
Got those couple of cases of Bolly
in the boot of the motor you wanted.
I'll get a barmaid to pick 'em up.
Are you with me tonight?
You ain't wrong, mate. She's given me a pass.
Ronnie, Frankie. Frankie, Ronnie.
As it happens, my Shirl's there shopping.
If you see her, say hello.
I will do. I'll speak to you later.
Come on, we gotta go.
# What did I do wrong?
- All right, Shirl? All right, Nor?
- All right, Charl?
Spending the old man's money?
F*** me, he's a bit of all right.
Who's the boy?
- It's the Kid Frankie.
- Dish.
Listen, Laura's next door buying a little twinset.
She's got the right hump with you.
Put the car in gear.
- Put the car in gear?
- Put it in gear, put it in gear!
You wanker, Charlie!
I waited for you for three hours last night.
Where was you?
F***ing South London gangster? Look at you.
Cardboard cut-out c*nt.
You f***ing look like a Paki.
What's the matter with you?
Drive on.
# You, you, you, you
# You got me hangin' on a string now
# Am I your plaything?
# You never told me you were waiting...
Lay so much as a f***ing finger on her
and you're dead.
- I weren't looking at her, I swear.
- It's OK, I'm only playing.
That's Carly, my partner's girl.
He's in Gibraltar on a bit of business, but a word
of warning - he's protective and she's...
You know, just leave it at that, eh?
Anyway,
what are we gonna do with you, kid?
I tell you what, there's a party at my bar tonight.
- Do you wanna drive me?
- All right, yeah.
I'll give you a few pesetas. Go and get yourself
some evening wear. Then pick me up.
Hey, Charlie.
Who are you?
Carly, meet the Kid Frankie.
He's driving us about tonight.
Ghetto Life
# When I was a young boy
# Growing up in the ghetto
Are you f***ing sure?
You look like
you're about to walk onto Centre Court.
I think you look edible.
Heart Of Glass
How you doing?
Lovely to see you again.
All right, mate, how's it going?
- Come over here. Give us a kiss.
- Charlie!
Get them drinks.
Stick it on my tab.
Hello, gorgeous.
I'll speak to you later, sweetheart.
Do you want a drink? You go and have a dance
and I'll bring it over to you.
- I'll have a Babycham.
- All right.
What do you reckon, eh, kid?
Aye aye! Look at him, look.
Get up there!
Look, over here, kid. Here they are.
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