This Is England Page #6

Don't worry about it.

I'll have a word with Woody.

I'll sort it, I promise you.

I just feel really bad.

He looked gutted, Combo.

I know, I feel bad, as well, but...

Oh, f***ing hell, let's face it.

Woody's not like me and you.

No, he's f***ing certainly not like you.

No-one's ever f***ing took a swing at me

like that.

- Really?

- Honest.

Honest.

It's like looking in the mirror.

taking swings at big men.

I don't know, I just don't like

people speaking about my dad,

even in a nice way.

I don't even like people

speaking about the war.

You loved him, didn't you?

Yeah.

And then you lost him.

(Whispers):
Yeah.

I know what it's like.

To have people walk out on you.

To have people just f***ing leave you.

Honest, lad, I know how you feel.

If you ever want anyone to talk to...

...someone to cry with

or just to f***ing have a hug

or punch the f*** out of 'em,

I'm telling you, I'll be there for you.

I won't turn my back on you.

I promise you that.

Spit.

That's a man's handshake, that.

I promise you.

I won't let you down.

# Soldiers of Islam

are loading their guns

# They're getting ready

# But the Russian tanks

are mowing them down

# They're getting ready

# There's children in Africa

with Tommy guns

# Getting ready

# While the Islam armies

are beckoning on

# They're getting ready

# There's a burning sun

# And it sets in the Western world

# But it rises in the East

# And pretty soon

it's gonna burn your temples down

# While the heads of state

are having their fun

# Are they ready?

# We're looking at the world

through the barrel of a gun

# Are we ready?

# And you stand there

beating on your little war drum

# Are you ready...

(Dog barks)

- Look at the size of that dog.

- Gadge, have a look at that dog.

- Just get on with it.

(Growls)

Excuse me, mate,

is there a toilet here?

Ah, my arse is killing.

- All right, boss?

- Round the back.

- Round the back.

- Cheers, boss.

(Chatter)

I am hungry, yeah.

There should be a barbecue or something.

Buffet food...

All right, look, yous three,

yous three, I want yous on your best behaviour.

Right? Your f***ing best behaviour.

SHAUN:
Ooh, he's got a nice car!

Nice car.

Here they are.

Wait there. Hold it back, lads.

- Just wait there.

- Come on.

Just wait there.

Behave yourself. Wait there.

ARTHUR:
You all right?

How are you, Arthur? Good to see you.

All right, Lenny, mate.

All right? A pleasure. A pleasure.

SHAUN:
All right, mate.

LENNY:
Gentlemen, there is a forgotten word.

No.

An almost forbidden word.

A word that means more to me

than any other.

That word is "England".

MEN:
Yes!

Once, we flaunted it in the face of the world,

like a banner.

It was a word that stood for power.

A word that stood for freedom.

A word that stood for respect.

But today,

we're scarcely even allowed

to speak the name of our country.

Gadge, are you honestly...

Well, I want to revive that word,

a grand old word,

the word "Englishman".

ALL:
Yes! Yes!

Yes!

Now we've been marginalised.

We've been called "cranks".

We're not cranks.

Some people say we're racists.

We're not racists. We're realists.

Some people call us Nazis.

We're not Nazis.

No, what we are, we are nationalists.

And there's a reason

people try to pigeonhole us like this.

And that is because of one word, gentlemen.

- Fear.

ALL:
Yeah.

They fear us.

They fear us because we are the true voice

of the people of this country.

- Yes!

COMBO:
Yes, Lenny.

People who work hard,

pay their way,

it don't matter

what their ethnic background is,

I welcome with open arms in this country.

It's the people who think

we owe them a living.

These are the people that need to go back.

ALL:
Yes!

Send them back!

- Send the bastards back!

- Send them back!

Send them back!

An English king on a battlefield once said,

"From this day till the end of the world,

only we in it shall be remembered,

we few, we happy few,

we band of brothers."

Gentlemen, it is the time to stand up

and be counted.

ALL:
Yes!

- It is the time for action.

Our country has been stolen

from under our noses.

ALL:
Yes!

Well, gentlemen,

it's time to take it back!

Yes!

Yes! Go on, Lenny! Go on, Lenny!

Are you ready to return to the fight?

ALL:
Yes!

- Are you ready to shed blood?

ALL:
Yes!

Are you ready to fight for this country

with your last breath of life?

ALL:
Yes!

(AII chant):
Lenny! Lenny! Lenny!

Lenny! Lenny...

Gentlemen, join our band of brothers.

Sign up today.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Yes!

I'm going to have a word with Lenny.

Yous wait here.

- Amazing that.

- You're dead right.

PUKEY:
F***ing, Gadge.

- What?

Do you not feel bad about Woody?

What do you mean,

do I not feel bad about him? Look.

Look at all these people in here.

This is right.

If it wasn't right,

all these wouldn't be here.

- Think about...

- I'm not saying that.

Do you not feel bad

about just leaving him like that?

- He's been our mate for...

- We've not left him.

I'm still his friend.

MEGGY:
Comb...

You know, you're supposed to have

a qualified driver in the front.

Are you gonna f***ing report me?

Well, it's illegal.

We're really squashed in the back here.

Can one of us come up the front?

Shall we show him?

Shall we show him?

Don't look, Comb.

What is it, lad?

(Chuckles)

F*** off!

That's my f***ing boy! Look at that.

That's why he's in the f***ing front,

Meggy, you f***ing gobshite.

- Do you like it?

- It's f***ing brilliant, that.

F***ing brilliant.

Do you reckon Lenny'll mind

that we nicked it?

No, will he f***. That's going in

the middle of the wall, back in the flat.

We'll build all our stuff round that.

That's gonna be our f***ing centrepiece.

That's the focus.

- Glad you like it.

- Nice one, son.

MEGGY:
What's it called, that flag?

St George's Cross, isn't it, Combo?

Yeah. St f***ing George's Cross.

You all right there, Pukes, lad?

Yeah, I am. I was thinking, mate.

You seem a bit quiet, lad.

Yeah.

You got a problem, then, or what?

No, I've just got things on my mind, Combo.

Like what?

Well, like...

Well, can I ask you something?

Do you really believe

in all that sh*t, Combo?

GADGET:
F***ing hell, Comb!

Oi, Gadge, come with me.

He's getting me out.

Open the f***ing door!

Get f***ing out now!

- Get f***ing out!

- All right, all right, all right.

Out of the car.

Get out, you little f***ing shitbag.

You...

- don't you f***ing ever...

- (Groans)

...f***ing ever, ever undermine me again

in front of my f***ing troops.

Do you understand me?

Do you understand me? Eh? Yeah?

Now, f*** off back to Woody,

you little f***ing queer.

Go on, f*** off! F*** off!

- You little queer.

- Oi, lads.

- Oi, Shaun, man, come.

- Leave him alone.

- Oi, come out.

- Sorry, mate.

- I can't.

- F*** off. Leave him alone. Walk!

- (Others scream)

- What the f***?

Waaaah!

Right, this is where all the f***ing Pakis

go to work in the chicken factory.

- F***ing do it, boys.

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