We Are Monster Page #3

And if they can,

they steal and rob

while they're at it.

So much the better.

- (GLASS BREAKING)

- (GIRL SCREAMING)

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

REPORTER:
The police who

had taken a low profile

for most of the day,

appeared again in strength this evening

as groups of youths

began to gather

and the tension began

to rise again.

- There were some nasty moments...

- (SIREN WAILING)

- ...but nothing like the concerted

confrontation - (CROWD CHANTING)

which we witnessed last night.

With so many police present

in so many places,

there was, of course,

no opportunity

for any brutes

to try to seal off the area...

Look at them.

That's what you get when you let

f***ing egg and spoons come over here!

We ought to send them packing,

bunch of f***ing...

Freeloaders, the lot of 'em.

Yeah, I know.

But I got to protect myself,

that n*gger has

got it in for me.

Here...

Look, come here, will ya?

Break the crossbar

on this table.

It'll still stay upright.

Don't worry.

What if they notice it?

Never gonna happen.

Them inspections are shite,

they walk in and walk out,

like that lazy Paki guard.

Do it, I'm telling ya...

You'll be all right.

They ain't never gonna think

twice about what we're up to.

What you got planned?

Gonna fashion ourselves

a weapon, lad.

Gotta get you some

protection, right?

When will I do it?

Nighttime.

Paki be sound asleep.

You got light from

the toilet lamp.

Yeah.

Guard's only gonna look

through the window wall,

couple of times, at most.

You got no chance

of getting caught.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

And when the n*gger

least expects it,

when him and his mates think

they got us running scared...

I'll f*** him.

Right, lad.

Right.

Just like when we did that one who

tried to stop us taking that car...

Remember?

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Yeah, that's right.

Your turn, man. Right, go on then.

Just jimmy it,

just like I showed you.

Just push it, lad. Come on.

No-one's about. F***ing hell!

Come on.

MAN:
Hey, hey what you doing?

Get away from that car!

- Leave it, you bastards!

- Go!

What're you doing, huh?

Come on then, huh?

(SCREAMING IN PAIN)

That's how it's done, lad.

The n*gger won't

know what's hit him.

Mike, can I have a word?

You might want to read this.

Stewart's letter to

a Maurice Travis at Hindley.

Some heavy racism in it.

Racism is part and parcel of what

we have to put up with, Andrew.

You got bloody blacks and Asians mixed

with whites, that's what you get.

It's hardly anything

new now, is it?

Just file a report.

First, there was the

threatening letter to his girl

and now this racism stuff.

Look, we can't make a special

case out of every damn letter,

just because there's

a bit of racism in it.

Now, report it

and get it on file.

I guess you're right.

It's their problem, not ours.

Exactly.

If you can't serve the time

don't do the crime.

Now, return it,

but don't make a fuss.

I don't want to panic

the Paki lad in his cell.

You know, race isn't

a problem in this place.

Them lot up above don't give two

shits about race relations here

so neither do we, right?

Sure.

Need you in night shift

again, Andrew.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(LAUGHING)

What's going on, bro?

I can't believe it.

Oh, now you're sure

it's in that H2O.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(LAUGHING)

What's he doing, bruv?

Yo!

Wanna get buzzin',

smoke some weed.

Make the time go better.

ALTER EGO:
You f***in' jokin'?

The only way you're getting'

weed in this joint is off a n*gger.

(MUMBLING)

We'd soon as kill a n*gger

before talkin' to one, right?

I like weed.

ALTER EGO:
You mean you did.

Like you liked that monkey music

and Bob f***in' Marley shite.

ALTER EGO:
Now, come on.

Up! We got work to do.

Got some f***in' educatin'

to do by the looks of things too, eh?

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

What's up, man?

You see what I mean?

(SCRAPING)

It's just so f***in' sh*t

in here.

I wanna blaze.

Don't you see 'em?

These n*ggers,

high as f***in' kites?

Where's your white pride?

Your English pride.

It's meant to be a punishment

in here.

They look like they're havin'

the time of their lives.

Smoke weed

and spread their dirty seed.

That's all these

jungle bunnies do.

Never done a day's work

in their lives.

We should make 'em all slaves

again, right?

I know, but weed's good.

I love the buzz.

Wanna get buzzin', do ya?

F*** the weed.

Get a n*gger or a Paki

and set fire to 'em.

We love fires.

Could do it now, here,

right now,

like that time we did with Trav.

Nah, not this time.

They'd f***in' do us again.

We got better plans now

though, don't we?

Like when we started fires

in school.

That was somethin', eh?

Reminds me of school in here.

ALTER EGO:
We f***in' hated

school, didn't we, lad?

Everyone was outside

with their mums and dads.

We were the only ones

with no mum and dad there.

ALTER EGO:
F*** 'em.

We showed 'em.

We showed 'em what

shunned angry demons we was.

I like that, "Shunned angry demons"

has a nice ring to it, eh, lad?

We almost burnt the school down.

Like when we burnt that Paki shop

after I did a runner from home.

(CHUCKLES)

More of that to come.

We're gonna nail bomb

some Pakis.

Blast 'em, burn 'em all.

F***in' Bradford. Southall.

F***in' sick that'll be!

But first we got

to protect ourselves in here.

Keep safe.

Then we'll show 'em

what we're made of.

Did I get this or did you?

We both got it.

It was when we became a warrior.

A white warrior.

When we became a man.

Celtic f***in' cross, mate.

You done that,

when you were a skinhead,

a wannabe Jamaican rude boy.

C*nts.

Disgrace to white pride,

that is.

You should laser it off.

Yeah.

Me and Trav were skinheads.

Skinheads love Marley.

That Rasta n*gger bullshit.

F***in' Travis.

He got you into that shite.

But then we got you

on the right track.

Not that n*gger-loving crap.

You ain't a skinhead,

not no more. They're weak.

You are a f***ing white knight,

a defender of English pride.

F***in' skinheads.

"Working-class lads are

working-class lads," they said.

Bullshit. England is for

white working-class lads.

And we ain't taking on any more of that

f***in' black culture, not no more.

Now, let that sh*t on your arm

be a lesson to ya.

And this...

This says f*** off to

anyone who ain't white.

(LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(CONTINUES LAUGHING)

Wish Trav were here now.

We'd sort them all out.

Me and Trav

ruled the f***in' roost.

ALTER EGO:
No, we ruled

the roost, lad.

We did.

You think them days

were glory days, do ya?

Well, wait for the days

that're nearly upon us.

Then you'll see glory.

He thought he was leadin' us,

but he weren't, we were guidin' him.

And don't you ever forget that!

TRAVIS:
I bet I can ruin twice as

many Pakis as you in half the time.

Love to see that, not a chance,

not if I get me a weapon.

Ah, you got lots to learn, lad!

I don't need a weapon.

I'm the most dangerous f***er in here,

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