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- Hey! - Good evening, girls!

- Hello. - Have you met the princess?

Looks good, but can you drive it?

You want a driving lesson? 'Cause you need one.

Come on then. Come on!

The one on the right's the fast one.

Come on then!

Look at this! Hey!

Here's what we think of your car.

Lovely.

Do you want to see some more?

Ah, you better watch out, Brent black. You're getting older.

Yeah, but no wiser, darling, eh?

Bad luck, hon.

Keep tinkering with this, she might even get to drive you home.

Yeah, and you lot just trade on your assets.

No, just got more class and skill than you have.

Who was that prick in the Chrysler, anyway?

Don't know. Never seen him before.

- Put a shitload of nitrous on that though, didn't he? - Yeah.

Nice motor.

Must be nice riding in a sight like that.

Oi, Peter, burn out.

What's the matter? Come on.

- Come on. - Burn that, mate.

Come on. What's the matter?

These fucking boy racers are just fucking driving through.

Go ahead, mate!

Go! Go! Come on!

All right, mate! All right, mate!

All right, mate, all right.

Give us a go. Have ourselves a little burnout...

fuck off, you little scumbags.

How hot is Lawrence? Oh my God.

Shit, don't tell phe I said that.

Don't tell... she's standing there.

Oh, whoops.

Phe, I think you've lost your marbles.

- Good night, shelley. - Good night, Brent.

Copped an eye for the bird in the civic, didn't ya?

No, babe, I was just checkin' the revs.

It was quite a burnout, though, wasn't it?

Brent, when are you gonna pack this shit in?

Why are you still doin' this?

Well, we gotta do something.

This ain't just playin' games. This is what it's all about.

I'm serious. I ain't standing here in the cold

watching you do burnouts the rest of my fucking life.

Yeah, well all right. Enough.

Don't fucking start again.

I'm trying.

Why don't you fucking grow up?

Jesus.

What you think you're doing?

Get off my fucking car.

Can't you understand English, girl?

Get off my car and get out of the way.

Leave her there. Stupid bitch.

Yeah, all right. Can't you see she's in a bit of a mess?

I love you.

What?

My hero.

What did you say?

If you don't leave her there,

I'm gettin' out and I'm walkin' home.

Will you give me a minute?

Excuse me.

- Do you know this girl? - Yeah, it's Ophelia.

Do you know where she lives?

Take care of her for me, will you?

What?

All right, babe?

What do you think?

I'll be up in a minute.

I'll be stopping at mine tonight.

Don't bother to knock.

- How long have you been awake? - Don't know.

Sorry, bro.

It's all right, little man.

Oi! Give it back, you little bugger!

Craig, hey. Give me it back. Give it back.

Get your school gear on. Brush your teeth.

Got time for a cuppa, dad?

I can't sit around here all day, son. I've got to get to work.

- Busy day, is it? - All right.

- Well, you've at least got time for some breakfast. - No, lad.

- Stay and have a bit of cereal with me. - No time, son.

You've got time for a coffee, dad.

I'm off to work.

Have a good day.

You see, my young apprentice,

what you need is a short burst in the right spot.

- Get your cigarette? - Yeah, feel free.

I'm thinking of getting nos fit on my Capri. What you reckon?

Wouldn't go anywhere near it.

It's like playing fucking Russian roulette.

You can't do it for us then?

Using nos is...

well, you got to use nos for matter of life or death.

Nos is the dark side, my young apprentice.

How's she looking, Steve?

- She's looking pretty good, mate. - Yeah?

This bit fits into here, and it's done.

So about southend tomorrow, the crews... you up for it?

Yeah, I'm on for it, yeah. I hear they got some serious cars.

Yeah, serious, but none as serious as my princess, eh?

Cheers for that, Steve. I need to be in college.

- Hi, hon. - You all right, babe?

No, I'm feeling pretty sick.

Oi, don't forget we got that appointment at the housing tomorrow.

Yeah... no. Yeah, I am for that.

Listen, I was about to go into a lecture, yeah? Later.

Okay, babe. Love ya.

All right, darlin'?

Last night on the strip?

He's daft.

Hiya.

You all right now, darling?

Last night?

I saved your life.

How?

You fell on my car.

Pulled you out of the road, otherwise you would have been one squashed goth.

- I beg your pardon? - One squashed goth.

- Definition? - Uh...

You see, labels with boxes,

and no one knows what's in them.

I'm phe, short for Ophelia.

Bit of a mouthful, I know. Literary parents and all that shit.

- Brent black. - Nice to meet you.

You're a real boy racer?

You don't look like one.

- Labels, boxes. - What kind of whip do you ride?

You got the lyrics, girl.

I ride ones with your handprints on.

Maybe I'll ride with you.

- Maybe. - Maybe you won't.

Fuck me. Addams family on tour, are they, eh?

I thought Halloween had been, kids. No?

What are you doing talking to Ophelia?

I like talking to posh girls.

This-this one? This one?

I don't wanna go out with you.

- I've got class. - Oi, don't get rough with her.

You should stick to the pram-faced,

blotchy-legged scum.

No, I'll just take your bird instead.

How does that sound? Yeah?

You fucking stink.

Careful, darling. If you don't make any sudden movements,

it's only an angry child who won't know you're there.

- Come on, phe. - Come on, phe.

Catch you later, racer boy.

Bye, grandma.

You fucking touch me again you won't wake up for a week, yeah?

Oh, I'm scared.

Why don't you play us a fucking tune, yeah?

Oh, God, that's disgusting.

It's your day today. Are you gonna step up?

One of us, yeah? Big boy?

Yeah yeah. Stand strong.

- All right, mate? - Hello, fellas.

- What's happening? - We'll look after your motor.

It's dangerous around here, mate. Not good.

I think you'll find that's illegal.

There ain't no law around here. This is our estate.

Come on, guys, I've been coming here for years. I know all your names.

- What's my name? - Not you personally, but...

- what's my name? - I don't know, but I mean...

- what's my name? - Let's... all right. Let's forget the names.

- What are you doing here? - What? I'm here to see Jack.

- Jack who? - Jack boyle... he hasn't been to rehab for three weeks.

- He thinks you're a wanker. - I don't think he does really.

- Well, I think you're a wanker. - We all do.

- Wanker. - Okay, stop the "wanker."

- Wanker. - Don't do that.

It's good for it.

Get him out! Get him out of the car!

Don't do that. Keep it off the car.

Give me the sweets. Give me the sweets back!

Same shit every day, Kelvin!

You're always in the way. Craig, what have I told ya?

Go home now!

- Back off! - Oi, quicker.

Give the man his sweets, eh?

Get in your car and get the fuck about your business.

Sheep shagger! Sheep shagger!

Don't... don't do that! Oh, good God!

- All right, dad? - Son.

How was work?

Yeah, it wasn't bad, son.

Even got that new union rep.

That's good, isn't it? It's nice?

Give me it. I've got it.

Craig?

I'm winning, bro, I'm winning.

Yeah, that's good. Got knives and forks, bro.

- Your Capri's winning. - Craig black, move your ass.

All right, bro, no need to shout.

No, do it right.

- What homework you got? - I ain't got no homework, bro.

- Bollocks! - Teacher is done for drink driving.

You ain't goin' out tonight, you hear me?

- What? - Eating.

- But I want to go out! - Craig, please.

- Hello, Craig. - You all right, carly?

Is Brent in?

Yeah, he's in the front room.

Do you want to come in?

- Yeah. - All right.

Hi, Billy.

Hi, lovely. Gorgeous as ever.

- How was work today? - Got that new union rep.

Ooh, lovely.

Sexy.

You all right, babe?

- How you feeling? - Awful?

Got morning sickness at 3:00 in the morning.

Where are them housing forms?

I put it through the letterbox this morning.

- Yeah, they're there. - Mmm.

Wait for the council.

If that happens, we don't have to put down on the estate.

This says we can go up four if we want... it's nicer up there.

Yeah. Yeah, it sounds good, babe.

Right. You ready?

No, I ain't goin' out.

Going down to the mall.

See the boys, and then maybe out to southend.

Brent, we got to stay in and fill these forms out for tomorrow.

I'm serious. I ain't stayin' on this crappy estate all my life.

Brent, are you listening to me?

Stay indoors with carly. She's come around to see you, lad.

What is it with both of you, eh? I said I'd see the crew.

Now she can come if she wants or she can stop here.

Don't you bleeding talk to me like that, Brent black. I'm carrying your baby.

I'm not some piece of rubbish you picked up off the strip.

- I'll come with ya. - No, you won't.

- You'll get on with your homework. - I ain't got no homework.

Look!

I've got things to do, all right?

I'll see you later.

Chris, what's up!

Right on, man. You all right?

- I feel pretty ready. Are we on? - Yeah.

Do it, yeah? Southend it is.

Speaking of southend, I was down there

a couple of days ago pickin' up some parts.

Then this geezer rolls up called Mr. Smile.

Yeah, last year on the mad mile

he ran this kid off the road, right?

They were coming down mad mile, just run him off the road

and he died. And he was only 15.

Apparently this geezer

will do anything to avoid losing.

He drives a silver m3.

I can't wait to meet him.

- Oi, you two, fuck off. - Is he talking to us?

- Grown a set of bollocks, haven't we? - Don't you like us, bez?

Don't tell me you're doing that shit as well.

You sad little fucks.

You think you're right special with your flash fucking motor.

You're a mug. You think you own the place. You don't.

Look at this.

Get off me, you mug!

You gonna fuck off or what?

I could drop ya. Nobody'd miss ya.

Fuck you!

That's a nice smile you've got there, fella.

That's 'cause he is Mr. smile, fool.

I understand you're the bad man around these parts.

See us lot?

We bust all over.

You get me?

We'll burn you up like weed in a zoot

and blowtorch ya.

- Is that right? - Yeah. Remember that.

What's this is hear about some Capri you've got, hmm?

Big pile of nothing, eh?

Yeah? Well, I'll race ya,

anytime, anywhere.

You don't know what we've got, Brighton fossy boy.

Anytime, anywhere.

We're gonna give you a few days to get some training in,

'cause lord knows you need some training.

Well, I'll be waiting for you.

I believe you will.

You will.

Remember that. And you.

Tea's up.

Listen, this might sound strange,

have you guys seen any donuts around?

Glazed or jam donuts?

No, Chris, I'm serious. I mean, like a tire burn,

a perfect circle.

- No, man. - No? It's just me?

- Yeah. - Oi oi!

Oi oi!

- That's my granny's car. - All right, you fat fuck?

You like the motor? Your nan did.

- Get out of that car now! - You can have these back. They taste like shit!

Brent, how's your brother? Is he all right?

Don't mention him. Do you hear me? You stay away from him!

- Yeah, we'll going around and pick him up! - We'll give it a go.

Say hello to your nan for us, yeah?

- I'll waste those bollocks! - No, bez, wait! Stacey!

Bez, don't chase 'em. Just let 'em be.

- Do what?! - Just leave 'em be. Stacey, wait!

- No, Brent, I ain't havin' it. Get in. - Shit!

- Brent, where are ya? - Oh, shit.

I've been waiting here since 9:00 for ya.

I'm sorry, babe. Um, something came up.

I've lost my place in the queue now, isn't it?

I ain't waitin' here all day.

- All right, babe... - You're a bleeding waste of time.

All right?

Fuck off.

That's not very ladylike.

You think you're a real tough guy, don't you?

- You've got great eyes. - How original.

- You look sexy when you're angry. - Shh.

What are you doing with that low life tosser anyway?

What?

That long-haired moppet that tried to diss me the other day.

He's my guitar hero.

He's a prick.

And you're too good for him.

He don't deserve you.

What would you know?

Can I buy you an ice cream?

Tomorrow maybe?

Sunny day, down by the pier.

- You'd look great with ice cream dripping... - The pier?

What, Horatio's bar and some karaoke?

Sorry, but I'm spending the day with John keats.

- Do you know him? - No.

He's only one of our greatest living poets.

And when I say living, I mean living.

Not dead. Bye.

On three.

- Yeah? - You're not really there, are you?

I'm all right.

I just... I got a few things sorted, that's all.

- Legend? - Mmm?

You ever read any John keats?

Only the one about the Greek urn.

- What's a Greek urn? - About 100 Euros a week.

What?

What do you think he wants?

That don't sound right. Needs a good tune.

That does sound like nitrous.

Hasn't been fitted properly though.

Won't stay on the road long with that.

Kelv, get on this one, mate.

Let's do it, bruv.

It fucking hurts

but it feels so fucking good, doesn't it?

Oh, my fucking head.

Let's video. Let's video.

One day,

when I get my motor on, I'm gonna have a bird like that.

Get... get a light on.

- Go on, kiddo, have a go. - No.

Fucking no? What you afraid of?

- Afraid your brother's gonna give you a slap? - No, I ain't.

Well then fucking have some, boy.

I got it on video.

- You around here? - Fuck, it's Brent!

- We got to hide him. - Put him in the fucking cupboard.

Come with me. Shut your fucking noise, all right?

- You fucking hiding, eh? - Fucking shut up.

Your brother ain't here, mate.

I ain't come for him.

You and me, coast road tomorrow.

And what?

Roundabout, twice the car park.

Loser fucks off for good.

Yeah, eat my fucking dust.

Yeah!

Get out, you tosser.

The rover, throwing off like a v8.

An absolute masterpiece.

You know, the design was originally buick.

Dates back to the '40s.

Listen, mate, this'll sound strange.

Have you seen any of the donut circles around?

- What you on? - Donuts, perfect ones.

Is it just me?

I've seen 'em, not for a long time now.

But yeah, I've seen 'em.

Good morning.

How's the old eye healing up, mate?

Come on, let's bust a move.

Morning again.

Looking fierce, girl.

Did you change your mind about that ice cream, eh?

- Fancy a drive? - No thanks.

Type the course work out for ya.

I doubt that very much.

I've been up all night reading John keats.

We'll have on nirvana cds.

Bye.

Don't you ever disrespect nirvana again.

Now let's get that ice cream.

That was a great escape.

Yeah, well, I had two really boring lectures this morning.

This is such a cool car.

Cheers.

- What are you doing at college then? - Too much.

- You? - Me?

Mechanical engineering.

Gonna open my own garage specializing in modding.

- Modding? - Yeah. Yes.

It's where you take a basic car and you twist it and turn it

until you got something completely different, you know?

- Like this? - Yeah.

I mean, you can buy a kit and get someone to stick it on.

But I like to get my hands dirty.

Cool, like people who go against the flow...

webzines, bedroom recordings, homemade fashion.

Like punk.

Who you calling a punk?

¶ Beautiful crazy ¶

¶ beautiful crazy ¶

¶ beautiful crazy ¶

¶ well, I feel like I'm going down down down down ¶

¶ well, I feel like I'm going down down down down ¶

¶ beautiful crazy... ¶

this is so cool.

¶ Well, I feel like I'm going down down down down ¶

¶ well, I feel like I'm going down down down down ¶

¶ now I'm so high ¶

¶ well, I feel like I'm going down down down down... ¶

let's live here.

¶ Beautiful crazy ¶

¶ well, I feel like I'm going down down down down ¶

¶ now I'm so high ¶

¶ well, I feel like I'm going down down down down ¶

¶ beautiful crazy ¶

¶ well, I feel like I'm going down down down down ¶

¶ now I'm so high ¶

¶ well, I feel like I'm going down down down down ¶

¶ beautiful crazy... ¶

They used to keep dolphins in here years ago.

I remember my mom bringin' us when I was a kid.

Must have been in my pushchair.

There was a pair of 'em,

Cody and silva.

Beautiful things they were.

People said they was too cramped and unhappy.

Some do-gooder started up a protest.

Got 'em released back into the sea.

- Cool. - Not really.

They couldn't fend for themselves.

Lasted about five days

till the sharks ate 'em up.

¶ Beautiful crazy ¶

¶ I want you to open up your soul ¶

¶ listen listen listen to me ¶

¶ beautiful crazy ¶

¶ I got a little sweet voice in my head ¶

¶ and it's just beautiful crazy ¶

¶ beautiful crazy. ¶

do you want to come back to mine?

Okay.

¶ This song is a love dove song... ¶

hi, dad.

This is my dad Billy.

Dad, this is a friend from college.

- Hi, lovely. What's your name? - Ophelia James.

I don't know why, but I don't think I'll ever remember that name.

- It's okay, just call me phe. - Nice to meet you, phe.

Hey, wait, listen to this one... it's magic.

Wait for it.

- Have a beer. - None for me, dad.

- Here. - Hey.

Feel free.

¶ Want to be friends ¶

¶ and if you ask me why ¶

- ¶ I tell you no lies... ¶ - Cheers, dad.

All right?

- This is my bro Craig. - Hey, Craig.

¶ It is very hard sometimes ¶

¶ for a man to find his own way ¶

¶ sometimes to get a meal ¶

¶ he has to go off and steal ¶

¶ and if you send them to jail ¶

¶ they do more than wail ¶

¶ if they more than eat good food ¶

¶ if they're more than rude, tell me now ¶

¶ what is gonna happen ¶

¶ to the young generation? ¶

¶ what is gonna happen ¶

¶ to the youth of the nation? ¶

this is where you live, eh?

What's it like having your own secret garden?

It's really beautiful.

I'll take you in sometime.

I'll hold you to that.

There's an underground tunnel.

People say it inspired Lewis carroll to write "Alice in wonderland."

He lived just over there.

That's not what I heard.

Ozzy Osbourne used to live there,

and that's where he wrote "paranoid."

Both true to fuck, no doubt.

No doubt.

I've had a wicked day.

Me too.

Gotta go.

Okay.

Motherfucker!

What was that, eh?

- So sorry. - I think you need stronger glasses, yeah?

This is my mother and my sister Lucy.

Mom, Lucy,

this is Brent black.

It's very nice to meet you.

Hiya, hon.

- You all right? - How was college today?

- It was shit. - Stuck indoors all day, was ya?

Yeah.

You got ice cream on you.

What are you on about?

Yeah, all right, I was with the boys.

We just went for a spin.

Spin on this, babe.

Oi! Chew on this, you mug.

It's a fucking cuzzy mug.

Come on then, wanker. Come on!

Step on it, you mug.

Loser has to fuck off.

- You fucking shit! - Come on.

Come on!

Come on! Hey, who wins?

Get the fuck off!

What you want?, you ain't nothin'!

You're a loser, mate!

Your old man, he's a mug! You're a loser!

Your brother's a loser, your dad's a loser,

you're a fucking loser!

Come on, you wanker!

Happy Birthday.

Happy Birthday, soph.

- Hey, everyone. - Hey!

Happy Birthday.

Birthday kisses. Come on.

Why do you always have to lick?

- Where's phe? - In the river, I fear.

- River? - Thank you.

I'm gonna go find phe.

Ophelia.

Where have you been, you boring bitch?

I don't know.

Lawrence, France. It all seems a bit of an ordeal.

Oh, phe.

Darling, everybody knows you got the hots for that boy racer.

Is he giving you what you need?

He's cool. He's nice.

Why can a guy like that really offer you,

apart from a backseat shag in a cheap stolen racer?

Enough!

Phe, what's wrong with you?

You used to be so interesting.

Don't you remember the good old days?

Stop it.

Please.

Fine.

When you finish wanking over your little boy racer,

why don't you come in and join me for some more refreshments?

Oh, phe, you decided to join us?

Why don't you open it?

What is it?

Open it and find out.

It's Mr. boy racer.

Such a sweet thought.

All right, come on, you lot,

let's hit the ocean waves.

I've got the keys to daddy's boat.

Let's go. Come on.

Sorry I was a bit funny earlier, babe.

I'm all over the place at the moment.

How are you getting on with this lot?

Yeah. Okay.

Aren't you gonna see who it is?

What?

She's, um...

Just a girl from college.

You make a nice couple.

You should be happy together.

Useless prick.

Good morning, honey bunch.

- You know what? - Mmm. What?

You're really starting to disgust me.

You know what I mean?

Lawrence, you're going off on one again,

and I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.

- Lawrence! - It's to early for this shit, man.

No, you do. You do.

And I want to talk about him.

Just leave her alone, Lawrence.

If you want to tart around with trash, then you're welcome,

but to play snow white with me is even worse.

You know what I mean?

Just give it a break, Lawrence.

You're so selfish.

I've been really really good to you, phe.

God knows I've fed you enough fucking drugs.

Are you gonna cry now?

You're pathetic.

Shut up.

Go away. You're trespassing.

I don't want no trouble.

I've just come to collect my girl.

Phe. Get phe quick.

It's that boy racer. He's back.

- Phe, talk to him. - Tell him to fuck off.

Darling, Lawrence wants you to fuck off.

Sorry, I can't do that.

Make him promise he won't cause any trouble.

He says you mustn't cause any trouble,

otherwise you just won't be invited here again, darling.

You coming for a spin, darling?

Okay, bitch, I get it.

If you want to be with this lowlife,

then you can fuck off and forget about coming to France as well.

Okay, honey bunch,

it's a deal.

Bye, guys. Don't talk to strangers.

¶ And the sign said long-haired freaky people ¶

¶ need not apply ¶

¶ and the sign said long-haired freaky people ¶

¶ need not apply ¶

¶ and the sign said long-haired freaky people ¶

¶ need not apply ¶

¶ and the sign said long-haired freaky people ¶

¶ need not apply ¶

¶ and the sign said long-haired freaky people ¶

¶ need not apply... ¶

It's like double figures. 10, at least 20.

Who's that?

Sweet, brother, sweet. Just a bit of business.

- Afternoon tea. - Who is that? Where are you going?

All right, guv? Sweet.

Get in the back.

Sweet.

- Kelvin. - I'll be back. Sweet, yeah?

I've got this special place I want to show you.

What happened?

A few years ago, it was...

An argument with a container lorry.

Oh, Jesus.

I know.

It's me.

It's what I do.

Why?

I don't know.

I guess...

I guess I must be not happy with my life,

or something.

Not happy?

- But you're so... - What?

Minted? Posh?

No.

Beautiful.

Fantastic.

Perfect.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

I just know I'm scared.

What do you mean?

It's all a bit...

Daunting.

I don't want to just fit in a pattern

like some neat little Jigsaw puzzle.

Bit worried myself.

- Bet I end up like legend. - Who's that?

Bloke who runs the garage.

Brilliant geezer,

but he never got away.

So what are you gonna do really?

Get away.

Something I wanted to ask you,

'cause I've asked everybody else and no one seems to know.

It's these circles I've been seeing, all right?

Perfect circles

burnt onto the ground by a car.

Now I'm seeing 'em everywhere

and no one else has seen 'em.

They're always perfect,

like they've been drawn with a compass, you know?

- Giotto. - You what?

Giotto, the florentine painter.

He had a theory about the perfect circle.

He said that only a true artist

could ever draw one freehand.

You see, eh?

That's it. That's why. Incredible.

I knew you'd know.

You're always telling me about things

that I should know about.

It's just on the syllabus.

I know, but still, I like it.

So don't stop doing it

ever.

What's up?

I just wish life was more simple.

What do you mean?

I mean...

There's something I've got to tell you.

There's this girl,

and it's not serious, all right?

She's young, and...

It's been on and off for a while.

But the thing is...

the thing is...

what?

She's gonna have a kid.

She reckons it's mine.

But, phe, it's not like me and you.

She's just a kid.

Phe.

Just wait a minute.

Phe.

Car's staying here?

It's been a bad day so don't ask.

I won't. Make sure you lock up.

Phe, answer your phone.

I'm coming to see you.

Bet that ain't gonna race tonight.

It's gonna have to be you, mate.

Doubt that'll ever race again.

What a fucking mess.

I'm so sorry, phe.

I behaved like an absolute child.

It's just I thought you were seeing somebody else.

And what if I was?

Well, I wouldn't blame you.

I deserve it.

But I miss you.

And if you still want to come to France with me...

You know, I really want you to.

Phe...

Brent, I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Me too.

It's his, isn't it?

Remember when we used to come here when we were kids?

Do you remember the promise we made?

You had a pink ribbon in your hair.

This is for you.

This was your grandmother's.

It's yours now.

I can't take it.

Keep it.

What's that?

It's my new smiley.

Like it?

Wicked.

So I'm sorry about what I said.

It was just a joke.

It's no big deal.

No...

No big deal at all.

I'm looking forward to France.

Yeah.

Me too.

Hey, by the way,

did you hear about the fire last night?

Phe.

I've been trying to find you.

I left you a message.

The kid... it's not mine.

It's over.

It doesn't matter now anyway, does it?

What do you mean?

Your car's been destroyed. That's what tearing you up.

No, it's you.

Come here.

Just kiss me.

- Don't! - Phe, look at me. Look at me.

Sorry.

I can't do this now. I'm really sorry.

I've decided I'm going to go to France...

With Lawrence.

We've known each other for ages. Our families are...

he's my boyfriend.

How did you know about my car?

Lawrence told me.

Wait there.

Did you torch my garage? Eh?!

Look at me.

You've got five seconds to answer.

- One! Two! - Mate, leave it. Oi!

- Fuck off! Three! - Come on, let's go.

Four! Final time.

- All right, kid. - Answer me!

- No. I didn't. - Come on, mate, come on.

If I find out you was anywhere near the garage...

Calm down. All right, leave it, yeah?

Jesus, what was that about, you nutter?

Craig.

Oi, wake up, little man.

Where was ya last night?

At home.

- Someone done the garage. - What?

- Burnt it down. - What do you mean?

Well, burnt it fucking down is what I mean!

- My Capri's in cinders. - Well, I didn't do it.

I'm not saying you did, bro.

What about them two?

What?

Now you listen to me,

'cause this is the last time I'm gonna say this, yeah?

You stay the fuck away from them two, do you hear me?

- They're trouble. - They're all right!

They just want to race. They ain't done nothin'.

You ain't got the faintest idea, have you, little man, eh?

Well, I'll show ya. Come on, move.

Get up, come on.

This bird on Brighton pier, mate.

Her boat, it was gorgeous, mate. Proper stunning.

- You fucked her, didn't you? - Of course I did. Of course I did.

Goin' right round...

all right, geezer?

That's for starters.

And if I find out you was anywhere near my garage...

Brent, mate, I swear we weren't anywhere near your garage, mate.

- I swear. - Not now, you little prick.

I'm the fucking leader. I say what's what.

Yeah, fuckin' walk, you mug.

Like you're God of the fairies.

- Lawrence! - Don't touch me again, you piece of shit.

What are you doing with us, phe, eh?

You're so much better than us.

You're really quite special, you know?

And I know that Brent boy likes you as well.

I think you should go for it.

Forget all about us.

Are they comin' or what?

- They'll be here. - They're all talk.

They're here.

Not my car.

You reckon 'cause you got the go-faster gas, that makes you a driver?

It's not about the driving.

It's about surviving.

Why do we do this?

We've got to do something.

One, two, three.

Go!

Move!

Fuck!

Watch this, yeah?

- Where's your nos, eh? - Catch me now!

Where's your gas, big man?

You got nothing!

Guys, yeah, man, eh? Come on!

Were you watching, Chris, eh? That's how you drive, yeah?

That's how you drive.

Put that in your tank and burn it.

You, you were real lucky.

It weren't nothing to do with luck.

- Come on! - Yeah!

- Dolphins. - Love it.

What you gonna do?

Shut up, you little fucker.

Fuck Brent.

Oi! Craig, what are you doing? Get out of the car.

- No. - Kelvin, let him out of the car.

Shame about that little burn up in your yard, eh?

What's the matter, mate, Brent upset?

Come on, bad boy, right now.

- Loser fucks off for good. - All right, you and me.

Leave him out of it. Craig, get out of the car.

No, I ain't.

We did your garage and now we got your brother.

- We gonna et him go? - Fuck that, he's stayin' with us.

- He has nothing to do... - Fuck it!

Come on! All right?

- Class has started, lad. - Oi!

Jesus!

You blow, mate.

- Ha, we've got him. - Come on!

Yeah!

Hang on, Chris, eh? Where are you going, kids?

- Where's he going? - Whoo!

If he hurts him, so fucking help me.

You enjoying it, Craig-o? You fucking enjoying it?

No turning back now.

Put that camera on me.

Put the camera on me. Put it on me.

Put it on me. Put it on me.

Kelvin, stop it.

How you gonna catch him, Chris?

How you gonna catch him?

Craig!

Fuck.

Hi, this is Ophelia. Please leave a message.

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¶ to be across the ocean ¶

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"when old age shall this generation waste,"

thou shalt remain,

in midst of other woe than ours,

a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,

'beauty is truth, truth beauty, '

that is all ye know on earth,

"and all ye need to know."

Cheers, Craig.

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Capri. That is an interesting word.

To the rest of Europe it's an exotic holiday resort.

To us brits...

It'll always be a shit heap from dagenham.

I found the wheels and the tires in the van.

That's how I made the start on her.

She'll run, but you'd be mad to try to ever work on her.

Here's your wheel brace.

And remember, my young apprentice,

nitrous is the path to the dark side.

Now I'm gonna sleep for a week.

Hi, this is Ophelia. Please leave a message.

Hey, want to do a speedball?

I've got some scag I'm trying to get rid of.

No, don't feel like it.

Oh come on, it's over an hour till we board.

- No. - Please.

Will you take this for me, please?

I love you.

Wait.

- I've got to get something. - What?

I'll see you on the other side, okay?

Be back really quick, okay?

I'll be five minutes.

Vive LA France.

Fuck.

Sorry, sir, the gates are closed.

I need to see my girlfriend. She's on the other side,

- it's not permitted. - I need a drink of water.

You all right, kitten?

All right, punk.

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