Wild Bill

(BUZZER SOUNDING)

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

(THE GUNS OF BRIXTON BY THE CLASH)

Oi, get UP!

Did you drink all 0' them?

No. Boz had some too.

(PHONE RINGING)

Phone's ringing.

(RINGING CONTINUES)

DEAN:
Hello?

- Who was it?

- Wrong number.

I'm still ill!

Maybe you shouldn't have

got munted on a school night.

They're all gimps at that school.

Well, you'll fit right in then, won't you?

Funny!

Go on.

What you doing?

Dropped my pen!

Get in there, stop messing about!

(SIGHS) Dad!

- Dad!

- Granddad!

Granddad!

Oh, bollocks!

Oi!

You're getting worse!

- Hat! Goggles!

- Yeah.

Come on, hurry up.

Jonas, where am I putting these, mate?

JONAS:
Over there on the right.

RAJ:
Here, love.

Take this and give my best to T.

You don't have to pay me or nothing.

No, love, it's a tenner. It's for a cab.

Right. Thanks.

- Homework, yeah?

- Yeah.

Double Kick-Ass, is it?

Where'd you get the comic from anyway?

JIMMY:
Swapped it.

For what? You ain't got nothing

to swap it with.

Fags.

Fags! Where'd you get fags from?

- Swapped 'em!

- For what?

Trainers!

I've told you, no nicking!

Not nicking! Swapping!

What we got for dinner?

Toast.

Oh, I'm gonna get the right piss

taken out of me now!

Yeah, well, you do the washing then!

I'm not going to school

till I get another shirt!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hold on, stay there.

- JIMMY:
Who is it?

- Shh.

Hello? Hello?

- Hello, mate.

- What?

I'm just looking for

the people that live opposite.

And?

And do you know if they still live there?

A woman and two kids?

I don't know nothing.

Flat is empty. Now f*** youse!

DICKIE:
Got another little skank

up the duff now, have you, you dirty bastard?

Ain't you created enough misery in your life?

Have a word.

What you doing?

Oh, come on, T!

Sorted out the turban for you, didn't I?

And what? Not till I say so!

(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)

Yeah? Make it good.

Yeah, hello, T.

You sure?

- Well, stone me!

- You all right, Keith?

I thought I barred you for life.

Sure that weren't some other geezer?

Nah, yeah. It was me, yeah.

Seems like only yesterday you got sent down.

Bloody hell, time flies, dunnit?

Not inside, it don't.

The usual?

Ten pints, two grams and a punch-up?

Seriously, no trouble, right?

All right. I'm out on license.

If my dog shits on the pavement,

I get 18 months.

I mean, she's like a proper skepler, I tell you.

Her face was all roughed up and sh*t.

I mean, I bashed it...

All right?

Can't say I've seen them

for a while, me old son.

I knocked next door. Some big Russian lump

come out and coated me off.

Probably a Polish builder.

People have got the 'ump that they're here.

I don't mind them.

Don't mind getting their hands dirty.

British kids would much rather

sing like a bender in front of Simon Cowell.

I don't suppose you'd know

who he is, would you?

No, course I do.

It was our favourite programme in jail.

Run a book on it and everything.

Sounds like you miss it already.

(SCOFFS) Do I, f***!

I ain't never going back, mate.

It nearly killed me.

Oi! What the f***

you doing in my boozer?

You what?

(CHUCKLES) See, what did I tell you?

Geezer's a top-class nut job!

Yeah, back in the day, yeah.

Look at him. Wild Bill!

Bill. It's me, T.

Little Terry?

Yeah. Well, no. Everyone calls me T now.

Who was he? Social worker?

Don't know. Arsehole.

What'd he look like?

Like nothing. He look like arsehole.

Um, look, you got any sugar?

I've got medus, honey.

Yo, Victor!

One sec. Yo, Victor!

So what you gonna be doing,

now you're out?

Might go up north.

Do a bit of graft on the oil rigs.

- Up north?

- Sod that. Come work for me, Bill.

Good money in it,

thanks to all the Bobski the Builders

who've moved into the area.

They're all bang on it.

Next year we're gonna make a killing.

We got the Olympics coming, innit.

These are boom times

for everyone in the borough, Bill,

not just the javelin shops!

Go on. Weigh him in.

Safe!

T:
Here, hold that. Set yourself up.

Stick it on the slate.

No, here y'are. Look, I can't.

T:
Don't insult me, Bill, just take it.

Oi, oi. Good girl.

Come on, then! Get it down ya!

You're gonna need some fortifications!

(ALL CHUCKLING)

What?

I got you a present.

Dunno if you remember Roxy.

- All right, Bill.

- She's proper filth, mate.

You can do anything with her.

Absolutely anything!

There ain't many who ain't, is there, babe?

T:
Work it, girl! Work it, girl!

That's it! Look at him!

He don't know what to do with it!

Is that for me?

(BANGING ON DOOR)

PILL:
Open up. Open the f***ing door!

- (BANGING CONTINUES)

- Come on! I wanna go home!

DICKIE:
Here, look.

PILL:
Come on, we know you're in there!

Open the f***ing door, we ain't going back!

Stay there. Stay there.

Open the door!

(BANGING CONTINUES)

PILL:
About time.

DEAN:
Wait, who are you?

What's going on?

- DICKIE:
Get the light on.

- You can't come in here.

- Seriously, what's going on?

- PILL:
You got it, yeah?

Someone tell me what is going on.

DEAN:
Here, hang on, boys. Who's that?

That?

That is your old man!

He's a f***ing legend!

Come on, soppy bollocks.

He stinks.

Great!

(BILL MUMBLES)

(BILL GROANS)

Where am I?

DEAN:
That's funny.

'Cause we were wondering the same thing

for the last eight years.

Is it really him?

Looks like it, yeah.

Dean?

My God!

Look at you.

James?

Everyone calls him Jimmy now

and he don't remember you.

All right.

You all right, Jimmy?

Uh, any more of that going?

I'll give you some dough towards it.

Don't worry.

You already did.

Jimmy, get your coat. Go.

BILL:
So, when's she coming back?

- Ask her.

- Where is she?

Spain, with Jeff.

Spain?

How long ago was this?

- Years.

- Nine months.

Well, why aren't you with her?

Jeff!

What?

She just left you?

What, and you didn't?

Here, hold on. I didn't have no choice!

That's not what she said!

B*tch!

Oi, that's our mum you're talking about!

All right, well...

She ain't a very good mum, is she?

What d'you know about it, eh?

What d'you know about anything?

Look, I'm just saying.

Yeah, well, don't.

'Cause we're not interested

in what you have to say.

We're not interested in what you think.

You are nothing to us!

Get what you need and go.

I don't wanna see you here when I get back.

Come on.

(DOOR SLAMS)

- Okay, no problem. Be calm.

- Don't tell me to be calm, right!

Move 'em from there to... Dean, get here!

- I want those shifted.

- Okay, okay.

Look, Roland, I'm sorry, mate.

It won't happen again.

That's not good enough. Listen, I'm sticking

my neck out just having you on site.

Yeah, I've got some grief at home.

Yeah, and that's my problem because what?

Come here.

Look, I know you're doing your best, right,

and I'll help you out as much as I can,

but you're going to have to help me, yeah?

- Yeah, course.

- You in tonight?

Yeah.

Right, I'm going to drop some more stuff off.

Okay.

Well, go on, then. Grab yourself a shovel.

Build us a velodrome.

- Four sugars.

- BILL:
Thanks.

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