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# Sometimes I feel

# I've got to run away

# I've got to get away

# From the pain you're Drivin' through the heart of me

# The love we share

# Seems to go nowhere

# And I've lost my light

# For I toss and turn I can't sleep at night

# Once I ran to you

# Now I run from you

# The tainted love you've given

# I gave you all A boy could give you

# Now, take my tears And that's not nearly all

# Tainted love

# Tainted love. #

She attacked me in the street

when I was collecting her from the police station.

I really shouldn't take her. Not without a court order.

The girl has no father.

She witnesses her prostitute mother murdering a man.

I think she might well have been

of the same occupation as the mother.

I can hardly inflict a child like that on foster parents, can I?

She needs a firm hand.

That's why I thought of you.

And what have you to say for yourself?

Why am I here?

It's a place for juvenile offenders.

I haven't done anything.

You've been placed here for your own safety.

What does that mean? What do you think it means?

I don't know. That's why I'm asking.

Are you stupid? Or just plain awkward?

I'm not stupid. And I'm not staying here.

Deirdre. Ms Brown.

Get off me! Take her to the cold room.

No food. Nothing... Your hurting me!

..until I say otherwise. Let me go!

No! Please, you can't!

Please! Please!

It's a mess. Have a sweep up.

Get on with it.

It's a big game. You need at least a grand just to sit.

Forget her. Huh?

She's what, 14 years old?

Caught up in all kinds of shit with the Old Bill. She's trouble.

Forget her. Move on.

And sweep.

The long arm of the law.

Chief Inspector Bannister's glass is empty.

You got a name yet?

We ought to give the new boy a name.

What shall we call him?

You're the trigger man, ain't ya?

Trigger. Trigger.

Yeah, well he's hung like a fucking horse.

It's thanks to me you're roaming the streets, free as a bird,

do you know that? You owe me.

Get up.

Follow Deidre. Step out of line again

and you'll be straight back in there.

Put these on. Give me that.

What? No jewellery.

It's not jewellery. It's religious.

Mr Dixon.

Mr Dixon. Eh?

What time is it?

It's nine o'clock, sir.

Right. Make me a cup of coffee.

Seen this?

Courtesy of DCI Bannister.

Oh, my God, it stinks in here. What are you doing here?

Oy!

Money, please, dearest, darling Daddy.

Don't ever have girls. I love ya.

You should wear an apron to do that.

If you're buying clothes, get a skirt that fits. Go on.

When do I get the chance to do something proper?

When?

Oh, yeah. I tell you when.

When you've learnt a little bit of humility, son.

Now, get over there and cook my fucking breakfast.

Denise says sit with her.

Who are you, then?

Cathy Connor from Bethnal Green.

What are you in for? Nothing. It's a mistake.

I'm in for demanding money with menaces.

And prostitution.

Food's a bastard in here.

Never seem to get enough.

Then you'd better have the lot. Oh!

Oi, stop that! Stop that! Denise! That's enough!

What's this stupidity?

Nothing, sir. A misunderstanding.

See this mess is cleared up.

You're in here.

KEYS RATTLE, DOOR LOCKS

SHE CLEARS THROAT

DISTANT SCREAMING

Take the blankets off your bed and put them onto mine.

Then get in with me.

It's not sexual. It's practical.

Two bodies are warmer than one.

After a night in this room, you'll see exactly what I mean.

My bloke gave it to me.

You have a boyfriend?

Yeah.

Do you miss him?

He'll come and get me out of here if he can.

I know he will.

SHE SHRIEKS, THUD What is going on?

What happened to you, then? I fell over.

Were you pushed?

I slipped.

Get on with your work.

How are you, Madge?

How do you think?

How would you cope?

Here.

Have you heard from Cathy?

I'm told she's with a foster family somewhere. A good home.

She stabbed him. You're taking the blame?

That's a fine thing to do, Madge.

I've been fitted up, for fuck's sake!

Find the little Mary and I'll break her fucking neck!

Jesus Christ.

For a moment there, I thought you'd become a worthwhile person.

I should have known.

What the fuck are you doing here, Eamonn?

You come to gloat?

What's up, Lenny? Couldn't you get a fucking red one?

Right. Over here.

WOLF WHISTLE Question.

Do we take the boy?

Well, don't let him carry a shooter if he's with us.

Cold-blooded killer, this one.

He'll blow someone's fucking head off.

Question to you. Can you follow simple orders?

Yes, sir.

Really, sir, I can.

"Really, sir, I can."

Right. You're on.

Time to pop your cherry, son.

SONG: 'Fire' by Jimi Hendrix

# All right... #

Shoulders back. Eyes left.

Present arms.

# Let me stand next to your fire

# Let me stand next to your fire

# Hey Let me stand next to your fire

# Whoa, let me stand, baby

# Let me stand

# Let me stand next to your fire

# Yeah, baby. #

Wait.

Now! Go, go, go!

# Stop acting so crazy... #

Give me the keys! Give me the fucking keys!

SHOUTING

# I have only one a-itchin' desire

# Let me stand next to your fire

# Let me stand next to your fire

# Yeah, let me stand, baby

# Let me stand next to your fire

# Let me stand

# Oh, let me stand

# Oh... #

Out! You out! Move! Stay there! Stay there!

# Jimi take over... #

On your fucking knees!

Move! Go!

You, move!

GUITAR SOLO

# Yeah... #

# That's what I'm talkin' about. # Yes!

Come on!

KEYS RATTLE, DOOR UNLOCKS

Come with me.

Sally?

You come along.

Sally? Now.

SHE SOBS

Take this.

If he comes for you again, use it on him.

Where did you get it?

What have you got there, then? Fuck off.

Take Tweedledum and Tweedledee with you.

No-one talks to me like that in here.

Demanding money with menaces?

Prostitution?

I murdered a bloke. My mum's a pimp.

Took a knife and cut his throat.

My mum's put her hand up for me, but if any bastard tries it again

with me or Sally, male or female,

I'll do the same again.

Connor. Mr Rogers wants to see you.

Come in.

Stand.

Thank you, Brown. You may go.

I see your mother was a prostitute.

It's most unfortunate.

A person like that can't possibly give a child a clear idea

of what is right or wrong.

Do you understand right from wrong, Catherine?

Do you think it is right or wrong

that you have had sexual intercourse with a boy?

I know what you do to Sally.

What?

I know what you do to all the girls.

How dare you. Let go of me!

You filthy, ugly, disgusting pervert!

Why are you bleeding?

Keep away from me.

Miss Brown. Miss Brown!

This child has cut herself.

See that the wound is dressed.

Come with me.

Oy, raise your glasses.

Let's drink a toast to the latest addition to the firm.

The boy. The boy. The boy.

The boy. Thank you.

So, when do we get to see our share of the money?

Keep your fucking mouth shout. Eh?

Fucking idiot.

When the heat dies down.

You wanna watch your step. Yeah?

Giving the boss's daughter the eye?

Have you not seen her eyeing me up?

She's an only child, and Danny dotes on her.

Stay away from her.

Daddy says that you can have the pleasure of one dance with me.

Maybe I don't dance.

Maybe you do.

SONG: 'How Can I Be Sure' by David Cassidy

# Maybe I'm just hanging around

# With my head up, upside down

# It's a pity

# I can't seem to find someone

# Who's as pretty 'n' lovely As you. #

You've missed a bit. CLATTERING

Fucking coon.

Has Rogers ever come for you?

Not his type.

What do you see when you look at me?

Someone who's been through shit, just like me.

What about the colour of my skin?

I like it.

I think it's nice.

Ask her to go for a bit.

Who?

Your friend.

Why? Put Radio Luxembourg on.

What station is it? 208.

RADIO CRACKLES

SONG: 'Mony, Mony' by Tommy James and The Shondells

# Hey! Well, don't stop now

# Hey, come on Mony

# Well, come on, Mony

# Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... #

Bit of pocket money.

Don't buy nothing, nothing big.

I don't wanna see your wives, girlfriends with new minks.

Don't wanna see 'em dripping jewellery.

Don't wanna see fuck-off cars parked outside your house.

Just do the right thing.

We can have a little drink, though, can't we?

Hey, sweetheart, come here.

Have a little think about that, OK? After you, sir.

Could I have a double whiskey for meself,

a little sherry for the lady there. On me. Thank you.

What were you saying to the barmaid?

What do you wanna know? Find your own chat-up lines.

Danny doesn't want anyone boasting.

OK. I'm serious.

You're new the boy. Don't get full of yourself.

You're on probation.

Ah!

Danny Dixon needs me a fuck of a sight

more than I need him. Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Do you know why he employed me?

No, as a matter of fact, I don't.

That's cos he's too scared not to have me on his side.

Really? Yes, really.

Stupid wiggy bastard. What's that all about?

Does he think people can't see there's a fucking syrup

perched on top of his bald boots?

His fucking ears are hairier than his head.

You wanna watch what you're saying here.

Anyone might be listening.

Oh...

Yes, are you designating that lap for me?

I thought as much. That's you there, love.

Anyway, go easy on that. I know what you're like.

KEYS RATTLING

Oh, God, no, please.

God, no! Please, no! Please!

You. Come with me. No, don't!

I'm not going anywhere with you, and neither is she.

It's for your own good. No!

THUD Oh, my God! Sally!

You wicked girl. You see what you've made me do?

I'm not going anywhere with you!

You'll have to fucking kill me first!

Stop this nonsense!

GRUNTS

ALARM GOES OFF Mrs Brown! Mrs Brown!

It's all right. Take the Connor girl.

Get off me!

I won't tolerate behaviour like this.

Sally! Sally!

Get off! Take her away.

Leave her! See to the Connor girl.

ALARM KEEPS RINGING

HE EXHALES ANGRILY

No. Don't.

Shush.

SHE SOBS

MENACING PIANO MUSIC

Now, it's your turn, you filthy, dirty little whore.

Help! Help!

Get on your hind legs, son. Mr Dixon wants to see you.

Why am I being treated like this, Danny? Fuck off!

Don't you Danny me, you piece of fucking shit.

Right, what do you want, son, eh? Fists? Boots?

You don't have to do this, Danny. Oh, yeah, I do. Fuck it.

Fuck it, you can have both.

THUD, GROANS

I need you more than you fucking need me?

Eh? What was it he said?

"I only employed you, cos I was too fucking scared not to?"

THUD You fucking ungrateful

piece of fucking shit!

From now on, you keep your fucking mouth shut.

SPLUTTERS, GASPS FOR BREATH

You stay away from my daughter.

You lay a fucking finger on her, and I'll cut your cock off.

Why did you leave her so long?

I'll call the doctor.

There will be a coroner's inquiry into the Wilden girl's suicide.

She was a troubled child.

That's well documented.

These things happen. We did our best on her behalf.

I don't foresee any difficulties there.

The more pressing problem

are the girls that can still talk.

What do you propose we do?

We need to move the Connor girl on before she causes any more trouble.

And the coloured girl. Denise.

She's a ringleader. Move them on? Where?

They're both experiencing extreme mental health distress.

They pose a threat to themselves and to others.

And they refuse to accept help.

We have a doctor. We have a social worker.

I propose we apply the Mental Health Act.

Section her?

They'd both be better off in a mental home.

The kid's here.

What? Eamonn.

Fucking hell.

Wheel him in.

Well?

I've come to apologise, sir.

It must have been the drink talking, not me.

I don't know what would have possessed me to be so disrespectful.

I know I won't be working for you any more,

that I can accept as my punishment.

But I had to come and talk to you face to face.

So, that you'd understand how sincere I am.

Is that it?

Sir.

Fuck off.

Hmm!

Fucking big nuts, eh? Hah!

Get up and get dressed! Why?

Deidre gave me the nod.

They're going to section us both. What's that mean?

Say we're mental, put us in the loony bin.

Once you're in those places,

they lock you up and throw away the key.

When?

As soon as they think you can travel.

What about Sally?

What's happened?

Tell me.

She's killed herself, hasn't she?

We have to go tonight.

Look, Deidre's left the kitchen door unlocked.

I can't do this. Yes.

Yes, you can.

Come on. Come on!

Why's the light on?

I don't know.

Stay here. I'll go and look.

Bastards! You're going nowhere!

Get off me! THUD

Denise, stop! That's enough!

Fuck him. Fuck the lot of them.

Come on.

Come on!

Where are we?

Coming into London.

Derek's offered to take us up North with him.

Reckons he can get us work up there.

I need to be in London. I need to get back to Eamonn.

You can't go back to Bethnal Green, Cath.

That's the first place they'll look for you.

Think about it.

I have to make a drop-off in Soho. You could get out there.

Come with us!

I have to stay in London.

I have to be near Eamonn.

Who is it? Open the door.

Oh, my God. Is that my fault?

What do you mean?

Well, I heard that Daddy gave you a beating.

Was that because of me?

DOG BARKING

No. Can I come in?

I don't think that's a good idea.

Oh, well, that's a shame,

because I've gone to a great deal of trouble for nothing.

COMMOTION

ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

# Don't call me, baby I'll call you... #

Excuse me. Whoa, whoa, not so fast.

Listen. You do as you're told, and you get this. Right?

Let go of me! Help!

Let go of me! Get down there!

Help! Help! Get down!

GAGGING

That's it. There's a good girl. Say you love it.

Oy! What are you doing? You fucking bastard.

Leave her alone! HE SHRIEKS

Bitch! Don't! Shit!

SHE COUGHS

My darling.

It's all right, it's all right, it's all right.

Shush, shush, shush. Can you stand up? Come on.

There you go. Oh, Christ,

living proof that shit can grow legs and walk.

This world's going to hell in a handbag.

Here we are. Home now.

You'll be safe here.

Come on, love.

There you are. Sit yourself down.

I'll get you a drink.

You don't really look old enough.

A spot of this is the best thing to get rid of the taste of cock.

Who was it that shouted?

Were you with someone?

A man?

Oh, no, my darling. That was me.

Oy, get your fucking hands off her.

Despite appearances, my angel, I am in fact a man.

Venus with a penis.

Oh, don't worry, you're perfectly safe.

I'm camp as pink ink.

Go on, sip your drink. It'll do you good.

There's a hot water bottle?

What on earth's happened to you?

You can tell me about it in the morning.

I don't even know your name.

It's Desrae.

A clever combination of my former boy names, Desmond and Raymond.

I'm Cathy.

Pleased to meet you.

Sleep tight, Cathy.

Good night.

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