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(pensive electronic music)

(bluesy music)

(fire crackling)

♪ People, I got sunshine

♪ On a cloudy day, yeah

♪ I've got sunshine, sunshine

♪ On a cloudy day, have mercy

♪ People, I'm groovin', groovin' ♪

♪ Me and myself, dig it

♪ Take a stroll through your mind, sometime ♪

♪ You'll be surprised what you might find, mm-mm ♪

♪ Take a stroll through your mind, sometime ♪

♪ You'll be surprised at what you might find ♪

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

♪ Welcome to the circus

- [Woman] Give us the keys, now!

Hurry up!

♪ 'Cause you people look at us like we're freaks ♪

- [Woman] Come on, then!

♪ Ain't no big thing

- [Woman] What are you lookin' at?

- [Thief] Come on!

- Ugh!

♪ There is no young

♪ There is no old

♪ Reach out and touch your soul ♪

♪ Tell me

♪ Have you ever been underground ♪

- [Woman] Fancy her, do you Dad?

♪ Hold on

♪ Nice and slow

- [Woman] Havin' a quiet wank on the job, eh?

♪ Here we go

- [Woman] Crawl back into its shell, did it?

Perv!

- [Trader] Oi, Mandy, who's the lucky lad tonight?

- Not you, mate!

- Don't know what you're missing, doll.

- I'd rather use one of these.

- Charming as ever, your sister!

- What's a mother to do?

(playful sassy music)

- Weirder, give me fucking weird.

Ah, beautiful, far out!

Look at, that's weird.

Come on.

Look to me.

- Cool.

But, lose her shirt.

- [Photographer] Can you take your shirt off, darling?

That's it lovely, good.

- "Evening Standard!"

Hello darling, you all right, how you doing, nice to see ya.

Yeah, let's have a look.

Oh, look!

"Masked Gang Raid Warehouse"!

Blah, blah, blah, "Three men,"

oh, "Raymond Purvis, He said he was terrified"!

(woman laughing)

- "One of him threatened me with a crowbar."

- Load of bollocks! I never touched him!

- You're a nutter, Mandy.

- Deprived childhood, Your Honour.

- Look to me, good stuff.

Yeah, that's it, nice and, give me a bit more.

That's great, yeah.

Look to me.

- Hey, what do ya think of this?

- [Photographer] Good, yeah.

(sighs)

Oh, Daniel, you are the only person I know

who can watch a film at 10 o'clock in the morning

and then write about it.

- I get free coffee and sandwiches, shut up.

- Baz!

Explain.

- It's our satirical take on superheroes, Andrew.

Buzzman doesn't save the world.

Buzzman doesn't save anything.

He's too cool for that.

- So what does he do?

- Smokes pot, gets laid.

thought we were going for weird, Andrew.

- At Zero, we denigrate, decimate, debunk, defile, demolish.

Delicious.

(pensive music)

- [Woman] How did you hear about this place?

- Terry Waring told me.

He was gonna do it himself, only he got nicked.

- Be a bit pissed off when he hears we blagged it!

- Is that it, then? - Yeah.

Give us a couple of minutes.

Why don't you go buy something nice for Rose?

(phone ringing)

- Can I help you?

- I'll handle her.

Greetings, Venus in leather!

And what can I do for you?

- I'm looking for a job, actually.

- That's good.

Have you worked for a magazine before?

- Yeah, used to work for this one.

- In Glasgow?

- Glasgow, right.

- [Man] Well, that's a very agitprop little rag.

Are you a Communist?

- Used to be.

Got sick of it.

What does Zero stand for?

- Nothing, or,

everything.

It's a kind of Zen thing, you see.

Nothing and, everything.

Why don't you, come over here tomorrow night?

A couple of faces are dropping by

for drinks and shit.

I'm Andrew, by the way, Andrew Pryce-Stevens.

- What's a double-barreled nob doing leading the revolution?

(jazzy music)

- Feisty little tart!

- Hi. - Hi.

I was looking for the toilet.

- It's, right there.

- Oh.

- I'm Daniel, by the way.

- Do you work in there?

- Yeah. Yeah, I'm, I'm a writer, freelance.

- Bit of a poser, your boss.

- I can't argue with that.

But, you should come tomorrow night anyway.

It could be a blast.

- You never know, I'll check my diary.

- Hey, the bathroom's right here!

- [Woman] I've gone off the idea.

I said "I ain't got, I ain't got change for that."

- That was a 1964 Morris starting handle.

- I don't give a shit.

- I'd never wear something like this

in a million years!

Wow, far out, man! (giggles)

- Mr. Ord is here with some of the chaps,

and he would like a word.

- Sugar.

- Hello, Happy.

Have a good holiday, Duggie?

- How did you know I'd been on one?

- A sun tan's a bit of a rarity around these parts.

- Majorca, with the family.

I learned to scuba dive.

How about yourself?

- South End with me sisters.

A plate of winkles and a knees-up on the bus back.

(chuckles)

- These, three lads doing all these robberies.

I'd like to know who they are.

- Why would I know?

- You girls must have a lot of admirers.

Any lads come knocking around your door recently,

flashing a bit of extra cash?

- Last bloke took me for a Chinese

and left me with the bill.

Friday night, "Talk Of The Town," Liza Minnelli.

What do you say?

- I'm always with my dad Friday nights, Cedric.

- Good boxer, her old man, in his day.

Haringey Arena, after the war.

I was there the night he took out Tommy Bruce.

Give him my regards, Gerry.

And here, tell him I said hello.

- He don't need charity.

- Christmas stocking, then.

(punches pounding)

- Agh, ow, ow, ow.

Hey now.

(woman grunting)

♪ Stop, in the name of love

- Agh!

- Don't you tell your old man about this.

- I don't prance around in the nude in front of me dad!

- Everyone else, though, from what I hear.

- Vicious rumors, Uncle Sid.

- Bleedin' hell!

- [Sid] Your idea, Mandy, not mine.

- [TV] Matthew and Billy O'Reilly have come to the studio,

today, to demonstrate them.

This is Matthew.

He's got the glow coat on.

We're going to try an experiment.

Can we have the lights out, please?

I've got a spotlight over here.

You can see Matthew is standing well out there,

with his glow coat on.

You can hardly see Billy at all,

except for just his white face.

Can we have the lights back on pleasE?

- Very generous of Mr Ord.

Hope you was polite.

- I ain't afraid of that villain, Dad.

You ain't afraid of anything, that's your problem.

All of ya.

- I'm afraid of one thing.

Living and dying in this place.

We'll get out one day. Go somewhere

Mum would have liked us to live.

- Well, I think these glow coats

are a very good idea.

What do you think, Matthew?

- You'd look a right old Charlie

walking down the street in these.

(distant shouting)

- It's Rose.

- [Both] All right, Rose?

- Bloody hell!

He's whacked you again, ain't he?

- Not really.

- [Mandy] What was it, then?

You fell off your pony at the polo ring was it?

- Leave it out, Mandy.

- What's his excuse this time?

- It was when he come home last night.

He gets depressed, you know?

Not finding work.

- He ain't worked since he left school!

Idle tosser!

(man snoring)

He's turned this house into a bleedin' garage!

Fucking oil's everywhere!

Why don't you just get rid of it?

- Useless piece of shit!

- [Rose] Keep your voice down, Mandy.

- Why don't you just do him while he's asleep?

Save yourself a lot of grief in the long run.

- (nervous laugh) Mandy, please.

- Why don't you just change the locks?

You're not married to the bastard!

(psychedelic music)

(man cheering and whooping)

- All right!

- Ah, come on, Andrew, you've never had a conviction

in your over-privileged life,

you hypocritical old fart!

The only reason you're putting out

a "Legalize Pot" issue

is to pump up your bloody circulation!

- (coughs) No one in this room,

can doubt my commitment to the weed, darling.

- And these pot rallies.

All these pathetic, painted people

thinking they're being daring!

I mean, what a load of horseshit!

- Legalizing it wouldn't help this magazine, Andrew.

If it were legal, it would just neutralize

your own basis for dissent.

Magazines like "Zero" exist on dissent.

- Actually, it exists because of my father's allowance.

(sniggering)

'Til the bastard cut me off.

Anyway, to hell with it!

- Don't think we've met.

I'm Loretta.

- Oh, I know who you are.

I mean, I'm very familiar with your work.

The study of the sexual psyche,

and doom to the aesthetic quality

of human relationships.

It's fascinating.

- You must come to my retrospective next week.

Or I could give you a private view in my studio tonight.

- Well, I actually have to write a review tonight.

But, I'd love to write a piece on you sometime.

- I'm not looking for a critic, sweetie.

I thought you might fancy a fuck.

(jazzy music)

♪ Sometimes ya love me

♪ Like a good woman ought ta

- Oh, my God, Mandy, what have you done now?

Then, when he really gets to know me,

"In the name of lo," oh, yeah, right.

That is so 'orrible.

No, you know what, that's disgusting!

It's a work of art!

- No one ain't gonna marry you with that on your back.

- Who wants to get bloody married anyway?

♪ Your love is like a see-saw

♪ Your love is like a see-saw, baby ♪

♪ Your love is like a see-saw, baby ♪

♪ Up, down, all around like a see-saw ♪

♪ Sometimes you tell me, tell me baby ♪

♪ I'm you're sweet candy man

- "Yesterday, a raggle-taggle bunch of radicals and hippies

occupied an empty house

a stone's throw from London's Hilton hotel.

The gutter press called them 'hippy freeloaders'.

I prefer to see them as secret agents of a future society

free from the degradation of work."

(sighing)

(faint psychedelic music)

(pensive music)

- Might be a cleaner.

Keep an eye.

(distant laughter)

(horn honking)

- [Man] Come on sweet thing.

♪ I'm aware of where you go

♪ Each time you leave my door

- So?

Belongs in a museum.

People like this deserve to get blagged.

(screams a note)

(suspenseful music)

- Shit!

♪ Stop, in the name of love

♪ Before you break my heart

♪ Stop, in the name of love

♪ Before you break my heart

- Oi!

Come away from the window and give me some light.

(jazzy music)

Oh!

Yes!

Oh! - Shit!

(Daniel wailing) (suspenseful music)

- Shit!

(punch pounding) (woman grunting)

(woman grunting)

- I'm going back up.

(pipe popping) (glass shattering)

(Mandy screams) (ominous music)

- Mandy!

Come on, girl, gotta leg it!

(psychedelic music)

- Fuck me!

Fan-fuckin'-tastic, man!

(woman gasping)

(woman panting)

- [Daniel] Oh, shit!

You're that girl!

(phone clanging)

- [Andrew] Come on, do it to me again.

- [Woman] All right.

- [Andrew] Come on!

Come on do that arder!

(phone ringing) (Daniel panting)

- Like that? - No!

Not in the face! (phone rings)

- Give it to me.

Like this you know.

Give me some- (phone ringing)

Good Samaritans' hot line.

- Andrew!

Andrew, listen to this.

Something really freaky's happening at the office, man!

- Oh, Daniel.

- Like what?

- There's a girl, there's a guy, no, she's a girl.

She's dressed like a guy.

She's got her breasts taped down and she,

she punched me in the face, man!

- Sounds like you're having a better time than I am.

No, no, there's been a break-in.

- What?

What?

What, what's missing?

- Nothing.

- [Andrew] What's that noise?

- It's the alarm downstairs.

Daniel, Daniel listen to me.

Clean up, lock up and do not fuck up!

OK? - What?

- No boys in blue, Daniel, understand?

- Why?

- I don't want the law snooping round the office, OK?

They'd just love to close down the magazine!

Just do it, Daniel!

For fuck's sake!

- Oh, shit!

- What are you doing?

Spring-cleaning?

- The cops are coming.

- I'm not thrilled about the prospect!

I get arrested I go to jail.

(police siren)

- I'm gonna get you outta here.

Come on. (pensive music)

Shit, get up, get up.

(alarm ringing)

- Argh!

Get off me! - I'm trying to help you.

- I don't need your help!

Ow!

Are you an hippy?

- I'm not a hippy.

I borrowed it from a hippy.

Well he owed me some money, didn't have it.

Will you just get in?

What made you think a magazine office was worth robbing?

- What makes you think I'm a thief?

- Why else were you there?

- Your boss invited me and I was a bit late.

- So you came through the window?

- You didn't hear me knock.

- Sounds like a load of bullshit to me.

It makes perfect sense to me.

What brought you to England, then?

Wanna be a pop star?

- No, I don't wanna be a pop star.

Actually, I'm doing post-grad law at Oxford.

- Law?

So what are you doing in that magazine place?

- [Daniel] Writing for them.

- What about?

- The way it is.

Popular culture, social change.

Where are we, anyway?

- East End.

Won't find much social change around 'ere.

More like fish and chips and bingo halls.

And women with bad feet pushing prams.

Left.

Shit, keep driving!

- Do you know what happened?

Is she all right, love?

- What was that about?

- They must have collared my sisters.

My dad's gonna do his nut!

Bollocks!

- Was that your mom talking to the fuzz?

- My mum's dead.

- Sorry.

(sighs)

So, where to now?

- Dunno.

Let me think.

Could you get me a cigarette?

- I don't have any.

- My inside pocket.

- So what did your sisters do?

- They were thieving with me, you berk!

- OK, so there's three of you.

And you steal.

That's cool.

It's like, what, an anti-establishment movement

against the unfair distribution of wealth?

- No we steal to get money.

- At least that's honest!

- Do you have a place I could stay?

- She'll never press charges, that Rose.

She'll be a punch bag all her life.

- Silly cow.

- That Chopper deserves a good hiding.

- Have a word with your pal, Duggie Ord.

Perhaps he'll send a couple of frighteners over.

- He ain't my pal.

Wotcha doin' with that Scotch?

- It's for Jo.

She's got a cold coming on.

I thought they'd come for us.

- They will do one day.

- Bollocks!

- Where's Gerry?

What's happened to her?

- Well, she's not nicked, or we'd have heard.

- I wish I didn't have to do this.

- Do what?

- The thieving.

I wish there was another way.

- Well, what do you wanna do?

Work in a shop?

Or the dry-cleaner's?

Or that factory, like our cousins,

making poxy vacuum-cleaner bags?

Come on, Jo.

Do me a favor!

- This is cozy.

Your mum pick out the cushions?

- Listen, this place isn't me, OK?

I borrowed it from the same guy who owns the van.

I went to school with him in the States.

He went to Kathmandu to find himself.

- What happens if he goes all that way

and finds he's not there?

- He'll join his father's law practice.

Let me take that off you.

- Thanks.

Ow.

Thanks.

No, it's a bit chilly in here.

- OK, I'll um I'll put the heat on.

You want a a drink?

- Cup of tea?

- [Daniel] Sure.

(psychedelic music)

Don't think much of your music.

- [Daniel] You don't like the psychedelic scene?

- No, I don't.

- [Daniel] What about Moby Grape? The Chocolate Watch?

Vanilla Fudge?

- Sound like puddings!

You're weird, you Yanks.

You come over here, listen to The Beatles,

Traffic and Cream and look what's on your own doorstep.

The Supremes.

Marvin Gaye.

Sam and Dave.

Martha Reeves and the Vandellas.

Smokey Robinson and the Miracles.

- OK, well, maybe you'll like this.

Here.

(needle scratching)

So, what's your name, anyway?

- Gerry.

- Is that with an ie or a y?

(Motown music)

- G.

Much better.

♪ Ain't nothin' like the real thing, no, no ♪

- [Daniel] You worried about your sisters?

- A bit.

But there's no evidence.

- Where is it?

- [Gerry] Stashed.

- Where?

- You don't need to know.

♪ I've go your picture hangin' on the wall ♪

- Can you take these off?

My feet are killing me.

It's OK, I'm a girl!

- What's that supposed to mean?

- [Gerry] You don't look as if you'd do it for a bloke.

- I wouldn't.

(relieved sigh)

(kettle whistling)

♪ Ain't nothin' like the real thing baby ♪

♪ Ain't nothin' like the real thing ♪

- The kettle's boiling.

- Yeah.

♪ My games, my fantasies

(contemplative music)

(brakes screech)

- Shit!

(doll buzzing)

Come on!

Oh, thank God.

Thank you God!

Mwah!

Mwah!

Oh, Christ!

Oh, Christ.

Oh, Christ.

(relieved sigh)

- Morning.

- Morning.

- [Daniel Voiceover] It's only a two pound cab ride

from Carnaby Street to Bethnal Green

but it's another world.

- The streets are still scarred

by the Blitz of 25 years ago,

filled with women with bad feet pushing prams.

I said that.

- [Daniel] Yeah, I know.

It was good.

It stuck in my head.

- I don't get this, Danny boy. Why do you wanna be a writer

when you're studying law at Oxford?

- It's a question of choice, really.

I mean, most of my life, choices were made for me,

school, college, career.

- Lawyers make big money.

- Defending people like you?

- I couldn't afford you!

(contemplative music)

Got any girlfriends?

In the building?

I'll never get across London with me ass hangin' out.

- , yeah.

Yeah, there's a girl across the hall, Nadja.

She's a gypsy.

Well, sort of a witch.

- What? - A white witch.

She's into ley lines, tarot cards.

Makes potions.

Hey, she fixed my flu!

- All right, then.

- I'll go ask her.

- Thanks for last night.

If it wasn't for you, I'd have been banged up.

- Excuse me?

- In the nick.

- I'm sorry, where I'm from, that means something different.

Listen, I wanna see you again.

I wanna meet your sisters.

- [Gerry] Why?

- I wanna write your story.

I mean, I'll change names, obviously.

But I mean three girls from the East End

who dress up like men and rob from the rich?

That's pretty intense, man!

- We don't give to the poor.

We're not Robin Hood and his merry fuckin' men, man.

- Well, can I call you? - I don't have a phone.

- [Daniel] Then call me at the magazine!

- Maybe.

If I need a lawyer.

(engine rumbling)

- [Jo] God, what happened, Gerry?

- I came home, saw the cops and took off.

I thought you two had been collared!

- No, we were all right, it was just next door.

Where you been?

- [Mandy] What are you dressed like that for?

I stayed at this bloke's flat and had to borrow the gear.

- That's a bloke's gear?

Perv, is he?

- No. - Shagged him, did you?

Was that the deal? - No it wasn't!

Jesus, man!

He's an OK guy.

There are a few of 'em!

And I stashed the jewels there.

- What?

- I'll get 'em later, OK.

- When later?

- Tomorrow. - When tomorrow?

- When he's not there!

Now get out of my face, Mandy!

I'm gonna check on Rose.

(knocking on door) Rose!

Are you OK, love?

(Rose sobbing) - No.

- Rose!

That bastard!

(psychedelic music)

- He thought I called the police.

I didn't.

It was the neighbors.

They're gonna ta- (sobbing)

- He's gonna get it this time, Rose.

(engines roaring)

(crowd clamoring) (garbled PA announcer)

Well?

- I'm not sure about this.

Shooters are grown-up toys.

- I am grown-up.

Or you wouldn't look at my legs the way you do.

- I do no such thing!

(engine roaring)

(pensive music)

- On your knees, you sniveling Irish git!

- I can see it's gonna be in safe hands!

It'll cost you 50 quid.

- Done.

Except, I don't have fifty quid.

- Go on, get outta here, you little bollocks.

- How about I give you twenty quid?

And I go down on ya?

- You're a dirty wee slut, Mandy Chase, so you really are.

OK, then.

(zipper rasping)

(engines roaring)

(crowd clamoring)

(man whistling)

Come on!

(bluesy music)

- What?

Fuck off!

(knocking on door)

Rose?

Rose!

Rose.

- [Mandy] Rose ain't here.

She's gone, away.

- What the fuck are you doing with that?

- I might blow your balls off with it.

I ain't decided.

I'm mad enough to do it.

Everyone says I'm mad.

They said I was mad at school.

And I ain't done nothing to prove 'em wrong.

Now turn around.

(suspenseful music) (man grunting)

(typewriter clattering)

♪ We had ideals of our end

- [Daniel Voiceover] "She Came In

Through The Bathroom Window"

by Daniel J Wheaten.

(clears throat)

♪ People carry roses

- [Daniel Voiceover] Well, to be strictly accurate,

it wasn't the bathroom window.

It was the window in my office.

The first moment I saw her, she knocked me off my feet.

Literally.

(hammer tapping)

- I won't be around tomorrow.

But you'll be all right, Jo's in and out.

- You didn't come home at all last night.

- I'm a big girl, Dad.

- What are you up to?

- Why are you asking now?

You didn't ask when we got the 17 inch TV.

Or had the house painted.

- Just don't get caught.

- Things are gonna be all right soon.

I'm gonna get us out of this place.

I swear.

(hammer pounding)

What's going on next door?

- Don't know.

It started when you was in the kitchen.

(Mandy grunting) (man moaning)

- That's for Rose! - No, no, no, no, no!

Now what you doing?

- And this is for me, you oily pig!

(jazzy music)

(Gerry sighing) - Jesus!

What are you doing here?

- I brought the witch's clothes back.

- Well, how did you get in?

(sighs) Stupid question.

You're a professional thief.

- Isn't that's why you wanted to see me again.

- Yeah.

Sure, next time, just knock.

(knocking)

- It's me!

Can I come in?

- The police said you stole 10,000 pounds worth of jewels.

- Ten thou?

They bumped it up a bit for insurance!

What did you tell the Old Bill?

- Old Bill?

- The police.

- Nothing.

- Thanks.

(sighs)

- So how'd it work out with your sisters?

- OK, false alarm.

- So can I meet them?

- They're very shy.

- Listen, I've withheld evidence,

I'm an accessory-after-the-fact,

and I've harbored a fugitive!

Don't you think you can trust me?

- I can't ever trust a man in a bath towel.

- Make you some coffee.

Be right there.

(exotic music)

- Nadja, right?

- Do I know you?

- No, I'm psychic.

- I'm psychic!

- Then you should know who I am.

- You are the one that borrowed my clothes!

(chuckles)

I like you!

Do you like women?

In that way?

- No.

- Never mind.

We can still be friends.

And you bring them back so soon.

How kind!

- Nadja!

- [Nadja] Mwah!

- I see you guys met.

- Yes, I love this girl!

Let me guess.

A Scorpio?

- Very good.

- I can read your future, too, if you've got a minute.

- If it's that short, I'm not sure I wanna know.

- [Andrew] Le party est arrive.

- Darling! - Nadja, darling.

How are you? - All right.

- Hello, my.

You didn't waste much time there, did you?

Is she coming with us?

- Coming where?

- [Nadja] The Tripps Festival.

- I've tarted up my old man's country pile.

The bastard's in Montevideo with his manicurist.

So come on.

- Don't think so.

Things to do.

- We we made other plans.

Sorry.

- Oh, yes, I keep forgetting, Wheaton.

That you're a bourgeois little prick from Harvard.

- In point of fact,

I'm a bourgeois little prick from Princeton.

- Oh, come on, you two!

The Tripps will blow your mind.

Change your life.

Join the seekers of mystic bliss.

- I need a pee.

(playful music)

- [Daniel] What?

- What's her name?

- Gerry.

She says.

- Why would she lie?

- Lotsa reasons.

(jewels rattling)

- [Andrew] Where's Venus?

Oh, Venus!

Venus!

- Your parents are in Paris, by the way.

- What?

How do you know?

- They rang the office.

Next stop, London.

They are rich, aren't they?

We can expect some posh dinners, I hope?

- Hey Andrew.

Look, if my parents call the office,

you don't know where I am, OK?

- Fine!

- Thanks.

I'll tell 'em you took a trip.

(psychedelic pop music)

♪ I'll tell you what I'll do, what will you do ♪

♪ I'd like to go there now with you ♪

- [Andrew] Oh, Venus!

♪ You can miss out school

- My special recipe.

Before we all go.

♪ The words of fools

♪ What will we do there, we'll get high ♪

- [Gerry] Ta.

♪ We touch the sky

♪ But why the tears there, I'll tell you why ♪

♪ It's all too beautiful

- Enjoy.

♪ It's all too beautiful

(Nadja maniacally chuckling)

♪ It's all too beautiful

♪ I feel inclined to blow my mind ♪

(dramatic music)

(blaring rock music)

- That is the, er that's the bastard's pad.

The beauty is that one day all this will be mine.

Mm!

Marianne, darling .

where are the tasty treats?

Have one.

Come on!

- What's in them?

- Oh, you know, just it's just a little hash.

- Don't give any to Gerry, OK?

- I wouldn't dream of it, dear heart.

- In my hallucination, I saw my beloved's flower garden.

In my vertigo, in my dizziness, in my drunken haze.

- What's that smell? - Patchouli.

- Patchouli.

Ha-ha!

Patchouli!

- There's this clarity, this freaking hyper reality, man.

You understand.

From space, there's no countries, there's no borders.

Earth's just land and water.

And you're fenced in.

I'm fenced in.

We're all fenced in.

(psychedelic music)

(mystical music)

(Gerry giggling)

- Wow!

(eerie music)

Look at that!

- Thank you, ladies and gentlemen,

for dancing the quickstep.

Now please take your partners

for your next dance, the waltz.

(jazzy orchestral music)

- You should come back tonight, disco tonight.

- Are you a good dancer?

- Not bad.

- I might come, then.

- Another orange juice?

On me.

- You know how to treat a girl, don't you?

(laughing and snorts)

- I knew I'd find you here!

- It reminds me of when Mum and Dad used to come here

before we was born.

- What dance is that, then, the foxtrot?

- No, it's the waltz.

- Looks easy enough.

Come on.

(pensive music)

- Couple number seven, Mandy and Josephine Chase.

The girls, former hairdressers, hail from Poplar.

Their hobbies include needlepoint and burglary.

(ethereal eerie music)

- Daniel, come here.

(heartbeat pulsing)

(distorted whispering)

(waltz music)

Got a job tonight.

A club up west.

- [Jo] Does Gerry know?

- Bollocks to Gerry!

She's probably cruising the King's Row

with that bloke and the rest of them fucking trendies!

(eerie music)

(insidious laughing) (mysterious whispering)

(maniacal giggling)

(mysterious whispering) (heartbeat pulsing)

- Daniel!

(distorted guitar music)

(psychedelic rock music)

♪ When I look in your eyes, lady ♪

♪ I can see the flames of burning desire ♪

♪ Of desire, baby

♪ Yeah

♪ You better watch out, little girl ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm about to light up

♪ The whole place caught fire

♪ Ain't no stoppin', foxy girl

♪ Yeah

♪ Ain't no stoppin' once you've started ♪

♪ Ain't no stoppin'

♪ Take it steady, man

♪ Ain't no stoppin' once you've started ♪

♪ Yeah

♪ Come on, on, on, you freaks and hippies ♪

♪ Everybody just gather round, gather round ♪

♪ Chill to what I say

♪ Gotta live on the streets Let the people know ♪

♪ Just what we're puttin' down, puttin' down ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm lovin' this maniac diversion right here ♪

- Mandy, this is too dodgy.

We're in the middle of Mayfair.

- It's full of toffs and nobs.

- That's the point girl.

Places like this they have their guard down.

(jazzy music)

- [Jo] Where did you get that?

- [Mandy] Woolworths!

Where do you think?

(door banging)

Don't move!

Fill that with money.

Now!

- You're making a big mistake, fellas.

Do you know who's this place?

- [Mandy] Duke of fuckin' Edinburgh!

Who gives fucking toss?

- Hard men. (nervous panting)

They'll track you down.

- Come on, hurry up!

- It's not police you have to worry about.

- Let go!

Fuck, Jo!

Jo!

(gunfire popping) (dramatic music)

(Mandy grunting)

- Fuck!

No!

No, shit, fuck!

(panting) (eerie music)

- [Jo] You shot me!

- [Mandy] (screams) Oh, my God!

Fuck!

Oh my God!

(heartbeat pulsing)

(dramatic music)

Come on.

(jazzy music)

(suspenseful music)

(Mandy gasping)

- [Jo] I can't make it, Mandy.

- [Mandy] You're doing fine.

Get further.

(dramatic music) Get away from the car!

Move out the way!

Get out the fuckin' way!

Move it! - Roger!

- Get back! - OK.

- OK, cool it.

OK cool it. - Please?

- Stay there!

Stay away from the car!

(both panting)

(tires squealing)

- [Jo] Where did you learn to drive?

- [Mandy] Dodgems, Battersea funfair.

Oh, my God!

I've got blood all over the car!

(engine roaring) (distorted eerie music)

- [Daniel] What you got in the bag there,

Little Red Riding Hood?

- Jewels.

I'm a jewel thief.

(gentle music)

(lion snarling)

(ethereal vocalizing)

(pensive distorted music)

- [Daniel] A big mistake.

(Gerry giggles)

(psychedelic guitar music)

♪ Looking out my bedroom window ♪

♪ Yeah

♪ I can see the tension on the street ♪

♪ Yeah, take it down

♪ And if I fall down by tomorrow ♪

♪ Maybe I do land on my feet

♪ I only hope so, baby

♪ Like a cat with nine lives

♪ Yeah

- [Mandy] Get yourself into hospital.

- [Jo] You need one yourself!

- No, I don't!

I'll get rid of the car.

- [Jo] You need to get rid of the bloody gun!

- That's the first time I heard you swear.

- [Daniel] How do you feel?

- [Gerry] Dunno yet.

- [Daniel] Last night was amazing.

- [Gerry] Was it?

- [Daniel] You don't remember?

- [Gerry] I remember a lot of stuff.

All of it strange.

Someone gave me something that messed with me head.

Was it you?

- [Daniel] No.

But I only remember good things.

- Hm? - You and me.

- I don't know you, Daniel.

And I don't usually sleep with people I don't know.

- So we'll get to know each other.

Starting from now, OK?

- Look.

I'm not like you.

OK?

And I'm not like all your hippy friends

who believe in free love.

Nothing's free in this world.

Things have to be earned.

- Look last night, it was us.

There wasn't anybody else.

(contemplative music)

(knocking on door)

(sighs)

Shit!

- Oh, that's nice!

- Sorry.

The door stuck, Mom.

What are you doing here, anyway?

I thought you were in Paris.

- Oh, no, we left Paris.

There were these riots.

It was terrifying.

Look at the length of your hair!

- I said this wasn't gonna be a good idea Birdie.

- We called your college.

They said you're working in London.

They gave us the address where they forward your mail.

What is this place?

- [Daniel] A friend's apartment.

- But you're at Oxford.

On a Rhodes scholarship.

- What's the story here, son?

Uh this is...

- Gerry. - Gerry.

Gerry, these are my parents.

- Does, Gerry live here, too?

- No, I'm just passing through.

- I'm sorry about that, OK?

It's just my parents.

I don't care what they think about us.

- There is no us, Daniel!

Last night we were off our heads.

We can't remember what happened.

So let's pretend nothing did.

Look, why don't I make you guys some coffee?

- I think we'd rather take you some place.

Do you wanna change?

(horn honking)

- Duggie wants to see you, Gerry.

Bloody hell!

- When we spoke to your roommate at Oxford

that nice young man from Arkansas,

he said he'd hardly seen you this whole semester.

- Thanks, Bill. - Finished there sir?

- I'll take care of that. Thanks.

- Do you honestly think writing for some subversive magazine

is gonna look good on your resume?

- Dad writing is what I wanna do right now.

I don't know if I can or not,

but that's what this year is about,

me figuring out who I am, what I want.

- Oh, I see!

So it's not just you avoiding the draft for another year?

- If it was, it'd be a pretty damn good reason, Dad!

I mean, not getting my leg shot off

is more important to me than a PhD.

Or do you want me to go to Vietnam?

- Of course we don't dear.

- It's not a question of what we want, Birdie.

It's a question of him doing his duty for his country.

- Ah.

Great!

Thank you very much.

Hey, hey!

There's a good-looker!

(distorted babbling)

(Hitler speaking in foreign language)

- This isn't the war you fought.

I mean, back then, the issues were clear.

The lobsters had to be defeated.

- The lobsters?

- The Nazis.

What are we doing in Southeast Asia

bombing rice farmers anyway?

- We are making a stand

against the spread of worldwide Communism.

How much of a stand are you prepared to make, Daniel,

for your beliefs?

How much of a stand are you prepared to make, Daniel,

for your beliefs?

Are you going to Canada with the other draft dodgers?

- He couldn't possibly live in Canada.

Are you all right, Daniel?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Whoa!

Right, hop it.

What do you think of all this, then, hm?

- Very nice, Duggie.

- Yeah.

That'll be the swimming pool.

And my wife June wants a Jacuzzi.

- What's a Jacuzzi?

- I don't know, but she wants one.

Know why you're here?

- No idea.

- Last night, two cowboys robbed a club in the West End.

Only, one of 'em was called Mandy.

Cedric was there.

Tell her why, Cedric.

- I get free drinks.

- Ask him why he gets free drinks.

- [Gerry] Why do ya get free drinks, Cedric?

- Duggie owns the club.

(chuckles)

- Major stake.

My partners pay me to make sure

things like this don't happen.

How do ya think this makes me look, then?

- I don't know anything about it.

- Well you should, you're the eldest.

You've been doing all these jobs, ain't ya?

That's all right.

Shows a bit of bottle in this day and age of women's lib.

But you do not piss on my turf.

I know, Duggie.

I'll square it.

Honest.

- I'll have that money they took.

And just for sweeteners,

I'll have them sparklers from that job you did in Soho.

I like you, Gerry.

But if you don't sort this out I'll fucking hurt you!

By tomorrow.

(engine roaring)

(jazzy music)

♪ People, I got sunshine

♪ On a cloudy day

♪ Yeah

♪ I've got sunshine, sunshine

♪ On a cloudy day

♪ Have mercy

♪ People, I'm groovin', groovin' ♪

- [Mandy] Fuck, come on, then.

Come on.

Come on, then, yea.

(both grunting)

♪ Welcome to the circus!

♪ Yeah!

♪ Clear the sideshow

♪ You dig?

♪ 'Cause you people look at us like freaks ♪

- [Mandy] Yeah!

♪ Ding-dong-Ding

(both grunting)

- Yeah!

What the fuck are you doing?

(both grunting)

- Mandy!

Get rid of him!

- Hello, Gerry.

- Come here! (dramatic music)

What happened?

- I shot off the end of my thumb.

They cleaned it up at the chemist's.

- You're disfigured for life!

- I used to bite that nail anyway.

- Where's Jo?

- Same bullet that did this caught her on the leg.

She's all right through she's in the hospital.

- What? - She's all right though.

I've seen her.

But don't go 'cause the police are in and out.

- Christ, Mandy!

What a mess!

And you don't know the half of it.

Duggie owns the place you tried to knock off last night.

He wants the money back and he wants the jewels as a bonus!

- What?

We went through all that to end up with sod all?

What was that for?

- Where's the money?

- It's safe!

- Well, get it!

And get yourself off the street.

Go and hole up at Uncle Sid's.

- [Mandy] Fuck off!

- I was kinda surprised that you called.

You know this morning I got the impression

you didn't wanna see me any more.

- Are you sure this is where we were last night?

- I thought it was, I remember the lions.

Why?

- The jewels I nicked,

I threw 'em away in one of these fountains.

- I don't remember that.

- They must have gone down the drain by now!

I was off my head, wasn't I?

- It was Andrew.

He spiked both of us.

Look, maybe it's for the best anyway.

You could have gone to jail.

Now there's no evidence.

The insurance will pay up.

- It doesn't help.

- So let me help.

- You're a nice bloke Daniel,

that's why I want you to go away.

- That doesn't make sense!

- I've got the police on me back,

villains after my ass,

my sister in hospital with a gunshot wound.

This is serious, grown-up shit!

And I don't want you involved.

(contemplative music)

♪ But, sooner or later, one of us must know ♪

♪ That you just did what you're supposed to do ♪

- Sometimes I feel like she sees right through me.

Past my pretenses.

My defenses.

♪ I really did try to get close to you ♪

(needle scratching)

- Jesus!

- How did you get in?

- Baz let me in.

He was doing some layout work.

- What?

Why are you here? - My parents are in town, OK.

I don't wanna go home, they'll drag me out to dinner,

try and change my life.

- What are you doing here, anyway?

- What am I doing here?

It's my fucking office!

I have business!

- It's Sunday.

Sunday you're usually at some stately home, having an orgy.

Hi, I'm Daniel.

- Go away.

Now.

- OK.

OK, I'm gone.

- [Man] Get you started anyway.

- Thank you.

A snatch full of dollars, dear boy!

Sorry, sorry.

That's for you.

- [Man] Si.

And this is for you.

Both, one each nostril.

- All of it?

- One each nostril.

(Andrew sniffing)

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

(man cackles)

That is fucking satisfaction!

That is fucking satisfaction!

Taste that stuff, man!

Welcome to fucking England, baby!

- [Andrew] Oh, baby!

I love it.

- This wasn't hash, man.

- Coke's starting to come to London now.

Everything's getting heavier.

- You know that girl I met?

- You meet a lot of girls, Daniel.

You're passably good-looking.

You can afford Scotch, American teeth.

- The one I took to the Tripps Festival.

She's a thief.

- Stole your heart, did she?

- She steals anything, man.

She's a criminal.

A member of the criminal fraternity.

I think I'm in love with her.

- Walk away.

- I can't.

She just She might just be the one thing

that makes sense to me right now.

- Think about who she is.

Think about who you are.

I mean you might see yourself as this

hippy-trippy digger of the scene, man.

But basically, when the party's over, Daniel,

you'll go back home to the states to a nice, safe life.

- Fuck you Baz.

Maybe I don't want a nice, safe life.

- I do.

I'll swap with you.

Maybe your parents'll adopt me.

- They're at The Dorchester.

Room 318.

Good luck.

- I'll get a taxi.

- [TV] Lincoln, on the left, their darts player,

who is Morris Barker.

In the center is Richard Whitecross, and right-

(TV clicking)

(somber music)

- How bad is it?

- As bad as it can be.

Jo's in hospital and the police are looking for Mandy.

- Well if you square away Duggie Ord,

he'll get the police off your back.

- I can't pay him, Dad.

We've gotta get out of here.

All of us.

Out of here for keeps.

- I wanna tell you about the night your mum died.

You remember Sammy Keane?

- Yeah, he used to live next door in Rose's house.

- Right.

Well he crossed Duggie Ord once

and er he sent his boys round to firebomb his house.

Only, they got the wrong place.

- What are you sayin'?

- It wasn't no gas explosion, Gerry.

Your mum was right behind the window.

Thank God you girls were upstairs.

- You mean our mum was murdered?

Why didn't you ever tell me?

Why didn't you ever tell anyone?

- 'Cause I thought it would stand me in good stead

with Duggie Ord if I didn't cross him up.

And the truth is I was gutless.

- We can't tell my sisters.

We can't tell my sisters.

- It's not too late to shop 'em.

Get them off the street for a few hours.

- You're not getting involved.

This is my mess.

- No, I've sat in this fuckin' chair for 10 years.

It's about time I got involved.

(car door banging)

- Lovely place you got here, June.

- He's not up yet.

He had a late one last night.

- Oh.

- Whaddaya want?

- We've got a warrant.

Wake him up.

- What the fuck's all this about, Cedric?

(pensive music)

- "Non omne quod licet honestum est."

Not everything which is lawful is honorable.

Paulus, ad Edictum LXII.

Law is a major instrument of social control.

It is distinguished from mere custom

by the nature of its sanctions

and by the status of the persons who may apply them.

("4th Time Around" by Bob Dylan)

♪ When she said "Don't waste your words, they're just lies" ♪

♪ I cried she was deaf

♪ Hey, she worked on my face

♪ Until breaking my eyes

♪ And said "What else you got left?" ♪

♪ It was then that I got up to leave ♪

♪ But she said "Don't forget"

♪ "Everybody must give something back ♪

♪ For something they get"

- Here.

Are you all right?

- Yeah, well, they said it missed the bone.

- What did you tell the law?

- Shot came from a passing car.

- Did they buy it?

- Yeah well they went.

- They'll be back.

- This is all down to you, Mandy.

From the moment you pulled that gun out of your bag.

What's wrong with ya?

What makes you so angry?

- Me? - We are family.

All in the same boat.

What gives you the right to be more pissed off

than the rest of us? - I don't know.

- Maybe I'll pop down the psychiatric ward

and they can look inside my head!

- Maybe someone should.

- I wish I hadn't brought you these now.

(vase clattering)

- At least I'll tell you what I would like to do.

- What?

Is that your bird over there?

Is that the one you've been giving a seeing-to?

- Excuse me.

Uh I'm trying to find a girl.

- Aren't we all?

(man chuckles)

- No, no, she, her name is Gerry.

She lives in this neighborhood.

I don't remember the street exactly,

but I recognize this pub.

She has two sisters.

Three sisters, like the Chekhov play.

Well, maybe not.

- Sounds like the Chase girls from Deptford Street.

(man coughing)

- Yeah, yeah, it could be her.

She never told me her last name.

Do you know them?

(coughing)

- Never fuckin' heard of 'em!

- Well listen, if she comes in,

could you please give her my number?

It's very important that I get in touch with her.

Do you have a pen?

Do you have a pen?

Thanks.

- A lot of people wanna know about the Chase girls.

Especially after this morning's turn of events.

- What happened this morning?

- They pulled Duggie.

- Duggie?

(slap popping)

- Mr. Ord to you.

- Mr. Ord, Got it.

Right.

If you find her,

tell her the whole fuckin' family's gonna pay.

Got it?

- I'll be sure to.

(glass clattering)

(pensive music)

- Lunchtime, when one of 'em goes for his grub.

- Yeah, got anything for my nerves?

(engine rumbling)

- [Sid] We should have done this at night.

- It's gotta be done now, Uncle Sid.

Duggie's lawyers will have him out in no time.

(Sid sighs)

- Hi, I'm looking for a Josephine Chase.

- Josephine Chase.

Nightingale Ward, fourth floor.

- Thank you.

Are you Josephine?

- Jo.

- Gerry's sister?

I'm a friend of hers.

- Are you, er part of this?

- Part of what?

- Getting me out.

- Why, is it not a good hospital?

- Who's he?

Do you know him?

- For god's sake, what are you doing here?

- You said your sister had a gunshot wound.

I checked the hospitals.

- I told you to stay out of my life.

- I can't.

- Try.

- Who's this?

- I'm Daniel.

- Get her in the chair, for God's sake.

- Here, let me help. (pensive music)

- Is he with us?

- Yes. - No!

- You'd better put this on, then.

- [Policeman] Where are you taking her?

- X-ray.

- I thought she had an X-ray yesterday.

- Smudge on the negative.

- Have you any idea what you've walked into, Daniel?

- With a rough guess

I'd say you're trying to sneak your sister

out of this hospital without the cops noticing.

- This ain't a bloody college prank!

It ain't just the cops, I've got other people after my ass.

- I met some of 'em, I have messages.

- Right here.

(machine banging)

Don't take him back, Rose.

Please?

- Take care.

- I will.

(engine rumbling)

(pensive music)

- [Dad] Who's this?

- I'm Daniel, sir.

- [Mandy] Oh, lover boy!

- [Gerry] Shut up, Mandy!

- I'm Mandy, Gerry's evil twin!

(girls gasp)

- You three slags!

- I should warn you, I used to box for my school.

(grunts)

(Daniel grunting)

- You animal!

- [Ginny] Got that right, girl.

(punches pounding) (man grunting)

- Dad!

Dad.

- I used to box for money.

(bells chiming)

(gentle guitar music)

(tires squealing)

- Thanks, son. - Jo?

- No, ta.

- [Gerry] How much we got?

- [Mandy] Should be enough to get us to France.

- [Gerry] What you doin'?

You're not suppose to paint the headlight!

- Bollocks to this!

- I ain't doing it on my own.

That Daniel's walking away from a lot for you.

- College, career.

- I didn't ask him to.

- I know you're a thief, Gerry,

but you've always been straight with everyone.

Are you being straight with him?

- How do ya mean?

- I just don't think he should get hurt.

He don't deserve that.

(Gerry laughs)

Mmm!

(group laughing and chatting)

- [Daniel] What are you thinking?

- [Gerry] It's a privilege to be in a place like this.

- [Daniel] It's all right.

- Dunno what you was hoping to find in London.

- I found you.

- Yeah and 'cause of that, you might end up in jail.

- Dostoyevski went to jail.

It's a good place to write.

- Still gonna write about us?

- Well why not?

It gets better all the time.

- Is that why you hung in with us?

- What other reason could there be?

(serene music)

I'm coming to France with you.

- Get real, Daniel.

It's easy for us to starve.

You're used to rich.

- No one going to starve.

We'll have plenty of cash.

- How?

- Andrew's got cash in his office.

- What, petty cash in a tin box?

- No, dirty money.

Money he won't report.

- Hmm!

- [Loretta] Mind her feet!

- [Man] Easy!

- [Loretta] Take it easy, Sidney!

Slower!

- Did you clear this with Andrew, Loretta?

- He's out of town and my show's tonight.

- [Man] Now drop down.

- Here we go.

- Careful, you bloody idiot!

It's a work of art, not bloody timber!

- He's got nothing in the fridge!

I haven't eaten all day!

- No, there's no sign they've been here.

No lipstick or Tampax.

- Chopper said they went off with him.

- Fuckin' Chopper.

- Hey, look at the state of that.

Needs watering!

- Yeah, it needs something.

(chuckles)

(Gerry groaning)

- Isn't this how we met?

- Come on.

- Shit.

Shit!

- What?

- She's gone.

The money, it was in a statue, it's gone.

It must have went to the art gallery. The opening is today.

- What are we gonna do?

- Maybe we could scope the place out,

and then break in tonight.

Isn't that what you guys do?

- Yeah.

- Fuck it!

Hendrix.

Fuckin' rubbish.

Cream.

There, now, that's more like it.

Cliff.

"Live at The Talk Of The Town."

I was there.

- Class.

- [Man] Fuckin' is, mate.

What day is it?

- Tuesday, you bollock!

- They might be at this.

(upbeat music)

- Let's go.

- I'm not going like this.

- It looks good.

- It looks great.

Come on.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

(bluesy music)

- Let's split up.

Come on.

- Mandy, go that way.

- I'm Loretta.

Welcome to my work.

- Where did he stash it?

- [Daniel] It's in there.

- [Gerry] Where?

- It's in her woo-woo.

- What's a woo-woo?

- Private part.

- Some of Loretta's early works remind me of RB Kitaj.

In her power of color, if not the coherence of ideas.

- Definitely. ♪ Everybody must get stoned

♪ Well, they'll stone ya

♪ When you're walkin' 'long the street ♪

(brakes screech)

- Give me some of that.

(Andrew sniffing)

Now where's that Australian cow?

- There's a storeroom.

I reckon can hide in there and let you in.

- Jesus Christ, Loretta!

You might have bloody asked me!

- I was a couple of pieces short, sweetie.

- Short? - Oh, don't go spastic.

- You'll have it back at the end of the week.

- End of the week?

(ominous music)

- [Man] Excuse me.

Do you have an invitation?

Sir?

- You owe me for the two kilos, man!

- Look, man.

Relax.

- The money's there.

It's fine.

- [All] Shit!

- What do you look like?

- It's all the latest fab gear, Cedric.

- It's diabolical.

We're taking you to see Duggie.

- They're not going anywhere.

- Need another slap in the face, sonny Jim?

- Have you seen these prices?

They want 500 quid for some of this crap!

On your knees, shorty. (tense music)

- Bollocks.

I said on your fuckin' knees!

- [Gerry] Jesus Mandy, where'd you get that?

- I got one for each of us.

Everyone!

Hit the fuckin' floor!

Not you, Daniel.

(gunfire booming)

- You bloody Philistine.

- Jo, bag!

Keep down!

- Get on the floor!

- Move it, Daniel.

- On the floor! - Move!

- I told you to walk away.

- Get down! - Get down!

- [Gerry] Stay on the floor!

Hurry up, Daniel!

- [Mandy] Keep your hands on the floor!

- What's going on?

- You wouldn't believe it.

- [Mandy] Stay down!

(door squeaking)

- Don't move!

- He's got my fucking money in his bag!

- [Jo] Come on.

- Fuckin' move!

- This is one of those happenings, isn't it?

Are you from The Living Theater?

- Piss off!

- No, you piss off!

They want to provoke us you see.

They're trying to shock us out of our bourgeois complacency.

- I've read about them in "The Observer."

- That's right, I saw them at the Roundhouse last year

when they guillotined a chicken.

- Very good. - Bravo!

(gunfire booming)

(jazzy music)

(gunfire booming)

(gunfire popping)

(man shouting)

- They've got my fucking money!

- My fucking money!

(man screaming)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Out of the way, bitch!

- I'm only doing my job!

- Suck my cock, you fucking lesbian!

- Not the Jag as well, you bastard!

(distorted echoes)

- Keep going straight.

Get rid of the gun!

- Give me yours!

- No!

- Argh!

(all scream)

(all screaming)

- My fucking

- Bet you wish you had big gun now.

- Daniel look out!

(man screaming)

- Hang on!

(all screaming)

- Which way?

- Down there!

- [Daniel] Shit, fuck!

- No! - Can't open the bloody door!

- [Gerry] Go out the back!

(man growling)

(sisters screaming)

(man growling)

- You're mine now!

(all screaming)

(women panting)

No, no!

You're fucking dead!

(muffled shouting)

Fuck!

♪ Rule Britannia

- [Dad] Last time I was in France, I had a rifle in my hand.

It was the war.

♪ Rule Britannia, marmalade and jam ♪

♪ Five Chinese crackers up your asshole ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang

♪ Bang

- Whoo!

(man singing in foreign language)

- These bugs are everywhere!

(man singing in foreign language)

(contemplative music)

- [Daniel] What's wrong?

- We've never made love.

- Yes, we have.

- No, we haven't.

We didn't know where or who we were that night.

(birds calling)

- I don't get this.

After all we've been through, after what he's done,

how can you run out on him?

- 'Cause I love him, Dad.

- Yeah, well, you lost me there, girl.

- She thinks she'll mess up his life, Dad.

(tires squealing)

- What's up?

- [Mandy] It's a flat tire I think.

Have a look, Gerry.

- Oi!

What're you doing?

Stop messing about Mandy!

- Let him make up his own mind!

You don't have to look out for us any more.

Get your own life, girl!

(engine rumbling)

(engine roaring) - Come on!

Shit!

(dramatic music)

(man speaking in foreign language)

- Where's my fuckin' money?

- I don't know, I don't know.

- Now listen, pretty boy.

You think I'm a Colombian peasant but I ain't.

So tell me where my money is or fucking kill you!

- Look, man, I don't have it!

They, fuck!

They ripped me off, too, man.

What do you think I'm hitching for?

One false move.

(man speaking in foreign language)

- Si.

- Pull over, stop.

Fucking stop!

(man speaking in foreign language)

Not a fucking word!

- Daniel!

(Gerry gasps)

- Drive.

Come on, come on.

Where are the others?

They rip you off too, huh?

No, I was looking for him.

- Really?

Then why did you walk out on me in the first place?

- 'Cause it's not too late for you to rescue your life.

- "Rescue my life"?

Gerry, without you, I don't have a life.

- Do I have to listen to this fucking shit?

Where's my fucking money?

They've long gone by now!

(pensive music)

- Pull over, man.

Pull over.

I want my fucking money.

OK?

(man speaking in foreign language)

- Nice car, Gerry!

Where'd you nick it?

- We've gotta give him the money.

- [Mandy] No way.

- No, no!

I think you should listen to your sister, Mandy.

- Go get the money.

- No way!

- Move it!

OK.

Bring it over here!

(man speaking in foreign language)

Put it on there.

Open it, show me.

- It's all there, OK.

Except what we paid for the car.

(suspenseful music)

- Monsieur.

Coupez, coupez.

- Go away, loco.

(chuckles)

(Dad speaking in foreign language)

- Go away, loco.

(Dad speaking in foreign language)

(chuckles)

- Argh!

(man grunting)

(punches pounding)

(man shouting and screaming)

(punches pounding)

(melon splattering)

(Motown music)

♪ Ooh, baby

♪ Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby ♪

♪ Ain't nothing like the real thing ♪

♪ No, no

♪ Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby ♪

♪ Ain't nothing like the real thing ♪

(man shouting)

♪ I've got your picture hanging on the wall ♪

♪ But it can't see or come to me ♪

- Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi!

Come back, sit down.

♪ I realize it's just a picture in a frame ♪

♪ Ooh, I read your letters when you're not here ♪

♪ But they don't move me and they don't groove me ♪

♪ Like when I hear your sweet voice whispering in my ear ♪

♪ Don't you know? ♪ Ain't nothing like the real thing ♪

- [Both] Bye!

♪ Ain't nothing like the real thing ♪

- Bye.

♪ I played my game of fantasy

♪ I pretend, but I know in reality ♪

♪ I need the shelter of your arms to comfort me ♪

♪ No other sound Is quite the same as your name ♪

♪ No touch can do half as much

♪ To make me feel better

♪ So let's stay together

♪ You're all I need

♪ To get by ♪ Come on over here ♪

♪ And let me talk to you for a minute, baby ♪

♪ You're all I need

♪ Like a smooth morning dew, I took one look at you ♪

♪ And it was plain to see, you were my destiny ♪

♪ With arms opened wide I threw away my pride ♪

♪ I'll sacrifice for you, dedicate my life to you ♪

♪ I will go where you lead, always there in time of need ♪

♪ And when I lose my will

♪ You will be there to push me up the hill ♪

♪ And there's no looking back for us ♪

♪ 'Cause we've got love

♪ And sure "nough that's enough ♪

♪ You're all

♪ You're all I need to get by

♪ You're all I need to get by

♪ Come on, come on

♪ Like an eagle protects his nest ♪

♪ For you I'll do my best

♪ Stand by you just like a tree ♪

♪ And dare anybody to try and move me ♪

♪ Darling, in you I've found

♪ Strength when! was torn down

♪ Don't know what's in store

♪ Together we can open any door ♪

♪ I trusted you, it's good for you ♪

♪ And inspired you a little higher ♪

♪ I know you can make me a man

♪ Out of this soul that didn't have a goal ♪

♪ 'Cause we we got the right foundation ♪

♪ Along with love and determination ♪

♪ You're all, you're all

♪ Won't stop, no, we're doing it, no, no ♪

♪ All, all the joys

♪ I'll never stop, you're my one ♪

♪ Oh, you're all I need

♪ And oh, you're all I need

♪ And oh, you're all I need

♪ To get by

♪ Some chick girlin', yeah

♪ Hey, check it out now, man

♪ This is what I've been saying ♪

♪ Before I met you, I didn't have a life ♪

♪ But now everything's gonna be all right, girl ♪

♪ I got so tired of playing around ♪

♪ Yeah, now all I gotta do is just slow down, baby ♪

♪ Hey!

♪ I wanna make you feel it

♪ You're all I need

♪ Turn it up

♪ Are you ready to shake your butt down? ♪

♪ You're all I need

♪ Turn it up

♪ Are you ready to shake your butt down? ♪

♪ You're all I need

♪ Turn it up

♪ Are you ready to shake your butt down? ♪

♪ You're all I need

♪ Oh, just touch me all over

♪ You're all I need, all I want ♪

♪ I need you so bad

♪ Just walk that walk and talk that talk ♪

♪ You're all I need, all I want ♪

♪ The best that I've had

♪ Thank you, girl

♪ Life's too short to borrow time ♪

♪ Together we can blow some minds ♪