The Damned

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# Black leather, black

leather # # rock, rock, rock #

# Black leather, black

leather # # Ta, ta, ta #

# Black leather, black

leather # # Hip, hip, hip #

# I got that feeling #

# Black leather rocks #

# Black leather, black

leather # # rock, rock, rock #

# Black leather, black

leather # # Ta, ta, ta #

# Black leather, black

leather # # Hip, hip, hip #

# I got that feeling #

# Black leather rocks #

# Black leather, black leather

# # Smash, smash, smash #

# Black leather, black leather

# # Crash, crash, crash #

# Black leather, black

leather # # Kill, kill, kill #

# I got that feeling #

# Black leather rocks #

# Black leather, black leather

# # Smash, smash, smash #

# Black leather, black leather

# # Crash, crash, crash #

# Black leather, black

leather # # Kill, kill, kill #

# I got that feeling #

# Black leather rocks #

Forth into battle, dear chaps !

[ Guys are chattering ]

Left, right, left,

right, left, right ...

[ Guys whistle the

tune 'Black leather' ]

Black leather, black

leather Crash, crash, crash

Black leather, black

leather Smash, smash, smash

You 'appy in your work, Charly ?

You, go back to London !

Hahah

I should have given

you some more warning.

No, I'm always glad to see you.

Could I have some tea, please ?

Then what's the matter ?

You let my birdhouse

to a new girlfriend ?

No, No new girlfriend

The place is yours, for this summer.

I brought a friend for two summers.

"Kchh"

I call it my graveyard bird, hah.

How do you like it?

This? I like this very much indeed.

Would you like me to go back to London?

I want you to stay, Freya.

I love it.

I do my best work here, too.

Mr. Wells? Your passport.

I...

I think I better sit down for a minute

Come unto the tables here.

Ohh!

Good evening, sir.

- Are you allright?

- Yes, thanks.

- Shall I get a doctor for you?

- No

- Thank you very much

- Not at all.

- How do you do?

- Major Holland, Miss Freya Nielssen.

- Wellcome to Weymouth.

- Thank you.

Would you excuse my appearance,

I've been sight-seeing.

I gather he was beaten up by teddy boys.

- But why?

- They wanted my money, I guess.

Did you lose very much?

I wasn't carrying a lot?

But why did they beat you up?

Here we are, this is what you need.

Thank you.

I'm sorry to put you

into so much trouble.

That's no trouble at all. It gives

me an excuse to have one myself.

How are you, Sir?

Captain Gregory, Miss Nielssen.

How do you do?

Captains and majors, hum?

Do they both belong to you?

Ay, and I keep a pet kernel

in the kindle at home.

You will excuse us, sir.

Thanks again.

Come on

Now... ...Where did all this happen

Maybe he doesn't want to explain

I'll say this. I never

expected a thing like ...

to happen to me in England.

You thought England was a country

of old ladies knitting socks.

Now let me put it this way: I

expected you, but not the street gangs.

The age of senseless violence

has caught up with us, too.

Oh I'm sorry. I'm sure you're

in no mood to listen to me...

...moralising about your misfortunes.

O hear, I like to listen to people

who know what they're talking about.

My trouble is, I never

believe anything they say.

Good for you!

You think so?

- Yes I do.

- I don't.

The people who know all the

answers are much happier.

Then why aren't you one of them?

I just told you, I

don't like the answers.

I'd er, better wash my face. It's much

easier to people like when you're clean.

Will you excuse me

I like him

I thought you would.

I like him 'caus he doesn't like

the world, it's a good beginning.

- It's hardly enough, is it?

- I agree.

Your... military friends,...

...do they belong to

your mysterious project?

- Yes.

- How is it going?

- Very well.

- Very well.

Top secret.

You know, someone once told me that...

...when a bureaucrat

wants to keep his job...

...he stamps everything top secret.

Is that true?

It's probably true, sometimes.

I er, hate your secrets, Bernard.

Freya,...

...if I were to tell you...

...even a little bit about

what you call 'my secrets'...

...I might be condemning you to death.

Please trust my judgement.

Now, would you like a drink before

dinner? Or would you like to go out ...

in search of that Italian...

[ Loud music starts ]

How's that then?

Not bad. Let's have

a go then. More magic

How about that?

How about that one over there, Denny?

- Yea, but...

- Do you mind, I want to speak to my sister.

What's the matter, Joan?

Makes you feel big, paying

with the American's money?

Money 's money, innit?

- I wonder what kind of man he is?

- Looking for pick ups.

Dirty.

- Maybe.

Look, Joan. It's you and me against the

world. It's been this way since we were kids.

He offered me his arm

to cross the street.

Yeah?

Yeah! Real boy scout.

...Black leather, black

leather, crash, crash, crash...

...Black leather, black

leather, coo, coo...

[ She shouts something to the boys ]

[ Motor engine starts ]

Never seen a boat before?

You've got to find someone else

today, I haven't got a penny on me.

What do you want, this time?

You couldn't be talking to me.

Why are you doing it?

There couldn't be any money

in it. Is it for kicks?

Huh ?

- I'm gonna have a private yacht any day now.

I am very happy for you.

Now look, if you have anything

to say, please say it, ...

...otherwise move along.

Or I'll call the cops.

Oh, you're much prettier out of jail.

As long as you're not pulling

your pretty little games on me...

You can do as you like.

It takes two to play pretty litle games.

Look, I invited you for a drink.

You didn't.

You didn't invite me anywhere.

You invited a little tart

you picked up on the street.

You didn't invite me anywhere.

Well who are you, Lady Godiva?

- That would make you peeping Tom.

- Oh!

Whoever I am, I'm not who you think.

You never even asked my name.

With a figure like that,

You don't need a name.

Okay... Okay, it's all my fault.

I thought you were a little tart. I'll

do better than that. I still think so.

Now what's your name?

Joan !

My name is Simon.

How do you do, Simon.

How do you do, Joan.

- Surly little thing.

- Ahem.

- Why are you here?

- I'm on holiday.

- From what?

- Everything.

I used to be an insurance executive,

but I decided to givbe it up.

It's a nice life

What is?

To be able to give it up.

If you don't like what

you're doing, I mean.

Oh, allow me to correct you, dear

chap. Joanie here is my sister.

- You couldn't be.

- Oh yes!

And I'm sure your sort isn't

interested in my sister.

Is that why you send here out into the streets?

- Simon!

- Get out of the boat, Joanie.

- Stay where you are, Joan.

If I was Simon, I'd let her go.

Now, if you wanna go

fishing, Simple Simon...

...you may go.

Don't ever do that again, Joanie.

I'll do what I like, King.

Do you think I'll let a man

put his dirty hands on you.

Go on! Go home, Simon! Good riddance!

Bye bye!

Have a nice trip! Get on it. God Bless!

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