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RADIO DJ: Good evening, do not
attempt to adjust your radio.

There is nothing wrong.

We have taken control as to
bring you this special show.

We will return it to you
as soon as you are grooving.

Welcome to station W-E-F-U-N-K,
better known as WeFUNK.

Or deeper still, the
Mothership Connection.

Home of the
extra-terrestrial brothers.

Dealers of funky music,
P-funk, uncut funk, the bomb.

Coming to you
directly from the mothership.

Top of the chop in every way.

♪ X-RAY SPEX: Identity

♪ Identity

♪ Is a crisis, can't you see?

♪ Identity... ♪

RADIO DJ:
Soul Patrol on 107 FM.

Get back and dig.

East London's P-Funk station
spreading uncut funk across
London town.

RADIO DJ: Don't stop, get
down to the Crypt
at the Highway Inn.

Soul Patrol's gonna spin the
grooves, making all you
funkateers move to the bad beats.

RADIO DJ:
So come to the Crypt place

and get some funk in your face.
This is the Blackbyrds' Rock
Creek Park.

♪ THE BLACKBYRDS:
Rock Creek Park

♪ Doing it after dark, oh, yeah

♪ Doing it in the park

♪ Doing it after dark,
oh, yeah... ♪

(RETUNING RADIO)

(OVERLAPPING VOICES FROM RADIO)

DJ: And now we've got
a brand-new import pre-release

coming to you exclusively
on Soul Patrol.

East London funkateers,
this is Roy Ayers.

♪ ROY AYERS: Running Away

♪ Doobie-doo, run, run, run

♪ We don't love each other
like we used to do

♪ Doobie-doo, run, run, run

♪ Baby, I'll come back another day

♪ Doobie-doo, run, run, run

♪ Doobie-doo, run, run, run

♪ Doobie-doo, run, run, run

♪ Running, running, running,
far away...

♪ Doobie-doo, run, run, run

♪ Doobie-doo, run, run, run

♪ Doobie-doo, run, run, run

♪ Doobie-doo... ♪

That's a firm hand.
What do you want?

Don't mess with the sounds, man.

Turn it down, mate.
It draws attention.

Don't want an audience.

(MUSIC STOPS)

Like it down here, do you?

Come down here regular?
Yeah.

I ain't seen you before.
So let go of me hand.

I ain't into no
rough stuff, right?

Cute, aren't you?

So you wanna get to know me?

What's your name?
Name?

You a policeman or what?

Just being friendly.
Tell us your name.

Man, you're one
stubborn white boy.

OK. Terry. Friends call me TJ.

(GRUNTING)

♪ ROY AYERS: Running Away

And finally, from The Players'
Association, I Like It.

Out now on the Vanguard label.
- This is Chris.
- And this is Caz,
coming to you live on...

BOTH: Soul Patrol.

East London's most
exclusive P-funk station.

Reminding you to boogie
down Club 7 tomorrow.

BOTH: 8:00 till late.

See you there.
Bye.

BOTH: And may the funk
be with you.

♪ I LIKE IT: I Like It

You going to the concert,
- Tuesday?
- Ah, leave it out.

The only black
music they're into

is living-in-a-Babylon-long-time
and-having-a-nice-time music.

Funk the Jubilee.
Now that would be our event.

That's right. This is
for punks and hippies.

So why are we stopping?
I thought I might get a bit

of air.
Oh, likely story.

I'll see myself home, then.

You are bad.

♪ THE HEPTONES AND THE UPSETTERS:
Party Time

(BUZZ OF CLIPPERS)

(FLY BUZZING)

Hey, me can show you
how to do a duck's arse.

Look, man, I do the best
duck's arse in Dalston.

(LAUGHING)

Mr Lloyd, can I turn it up?
Ah, go on, man.

(TURNS UP VOLUME)

- Have a look.
- Yeah, man. You're
not too bad at all.

Blessed cheek!(KIDS GIGGLING)

You see they kill a black boy
in the park last night?

- What did you say?
- They kill a
boy in the park last night.

Man called James. Terry James.

(SHOP BELL)

(EXHALES)

I know it ain't right.

I keep thinking it could
have been me, you know?

How do you know it was
round that bit of park?

Why else would TJ be in the park,
for fuck's sake?

I didn't mean it like that, Caz.
Christ, I knew him as well, you
know.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

TJ, Chris.

TJ.

Yeah. TJ.

Fuck.
I ain't having it, Chris.

It ain't real. Not TJ.

The man says that the filth have
been swarming round the estate
this morning asking questions.

You didn't see him?

Not last night, there was
hardly anyone there.

I thought it was quiet.

So you definitely not
gonna come with us?

It doesn't have to be today.

I ain't stopping you.

Caz, we've got to get
some steady money in, mate.

And I've got to get my mum off my
back, do you know what I mean?

Just send me your autograph
when you sign up with Metro.

Look, Caz, I can't stop living
my life because he's dead, can I?

Rest it, Chris.

I'll see you later.
Where you going?

I'm gonna go down and see Roland
about some crisp new tunes.

You wait, I'll make tonight so
damn funky even the white boys
will shake a leg.

Some hope. And I thought
I was the dreamer.

How you mean?

Coming to Metro for employment.

(BOTH LAUGH)

WOMAN OVER PA:
Telephone call for Mr Waring.

Hi.
Hello, can I help you?

Hope so. I'm here to see Jeff.

Jeff Kane. Soul Show.
Is he expecting you?

Yeah. He said to pass by.
Me and him are good mates.

Hi, Jill.
Jeff Kane!

Hi, Jeff. My name is Chris.
Chris Morgan. I'm a big fan of
your show, man.

I wanted to talk to you
about the station's plans

cos me and my partner Caz
would like... Thanks. Glad you
like the show.

It's good to meet listeners.
I ain't just a listener.

We're DJs. We run a club. But
we'd like to get more into radio.

Club DJs, radio DJs,
not the same thing.

Do you know how many listeners
think they'd make DJs? Come on.

But we're good. Anyway, you
still play at clubs, don't you?

Less now.

A few weeks ago, I was booked
at some goddamn club in Essex.

They started giving me
this 10% black-entry crap,

otherwise their regulars
are gonna cause some trouble.

I told 'em to sit on it.(LAUGHS)

But about us being on the
radio... Send in a tape.

Make it quality. Try Tony Colton
first and keep hammerin'
on his door.

But I'll tell you something.

An hour of soul a week
is an hour too much for some.

We got these patriotic listeners
out there and they always ring.

I thought your show
was doing well.

It's doing great, that's what
they can't handle. But let me
ask you something.

Do you play your music for
yourself, to party or for
listeners?

I didn't say at first,
but me and my mate Caz,

we don't just do a club,
we run a station ourselves.

- OK. OK. You're serious.
- Tony's
screaming for you upstairs.

I gotta run. Send in that
tape and keep complaining.

Be down in 20 minutes
if you wanna talk some more.

Thanks. Yeah.

(COMMUNICATIONS OVER POLICE RADIO)

(CRYING)

Oh, God. God.

I've seen you before.
- Maunkberry's.
- No, Global Village.

Lacy's. Gulliver's maybe?
Oh, that's...

Or is it Saturday lunchtime down
the 100? I've seen you
somewhere, I know.

So what are you doing down here?
Apart from harassing Jeff

and making security nervous.

Most DJs run a mile
when a fan turns up.

Jeff's fighting to keep
the Soul Show running

and along comes you saying
you want your own soul show.

I think he was pretty polite,
- really.
- OK, cool, I'll split, yeah?

Listen, how did you get to work
- for him, anyhow?
- Well, I don't.

I wouldn't mind.
I'm on the In Town Tonight show.

PA to the producer.
The In Town Tonight show?

Hey, look, I tell
you what's in town.

Where those in the know go.

Those who tune into Radio Soul
- Patrol.
- Soul Patrol.

107 FM. It's badly funky.

I'll leave your name at the
- door.
- Ooh.

Leave my name at the door?
Yeah, sure.

Well, what is it?

Shame.
Tracy, plus one.

(COMMUNICATIONS OVER POLICE RADIO)

Watcha, baldy.
All right, Trish?

What're you doing round here?

Police wouldn't let us play there.
- Bloke got killed.
- Yeah, I know.

My brother is a soul boy
and I am a soul girl.

(GIRLS GIGGLING)

Will you show us the formation
dance? I wanna show my mates

but it's too hard, I can't
- remember it.
- All right, one
dance, yeah? And that's it.

Mum will kill me, letting
you hang about here.

Ready? One, two, three, four...

♪ Let's get it, get
it to together

♪ Let's get it,
get it to together

♪ Let's get it, get
it to together

♪ Let's get it,
get it to together

♪ Let's get it, get
it to together

♪ Let's get it,
get it to together

♪ Let's get it, get
it to together

♪ EL COCO: Let's Get It Together

♪ Let's get it, get
it to together

♪ Let's get it,
get it to together

♪ Let's get it, get
it to together

♪ Let's get it,
get it to together

♪ Let's get it, get
it to together

♪ Let's get it,
get it to together ♪

Got something to show you.

♪ Let's get it, get
it to together

♪ Let's get it,
get it to together ♪

One, two, three, four...

Shame this is broke.

Where did you get that?
I found it.

Can you sell it for us?
I don't know. It looks well broke.

- Please.
- All right, I'll check
it, yeah? Come on, girls.

(LAUGHS)

Listen, Trish, I'll see you back
at the yard, yeah? Your dinner
will be ready.

Bye.
See you. Straight home, all right?

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, nice gaff you got here.

- You got any whizz?
- No, sir, we
don't deal in chemicals.

You heard about the
murder in the park?

Oh, look, it's Johnny Rotten.

Give me a £3 draw.

Easy now.
Yo, Chris.

Go easy on the draw, you know.
Mind it don't lick out your head.

Hold on a minute.
Don't be in no haste.

It's all, you mean?
So go away, you boy.

Any sign of Caz?

I only see that brother of mine
when he wants something.

DJ: Soul Patrol.

You hear that man? Soul Patrol!

Take off that pretty
boy music, man.

Soul boy, you wanna
tune into the roots,

you no see?
Boy, rest yourself.

You're only into roots
cos you can't dance.

How you mean?
Whoo! Watch it now.

(MEN LAUGHING)

Ah, come on, you're
- doing good.
- Cheers.

Ras, Babylon!

What the bumbaclaat you doing?
Hey!

Oi, oi, leave the tunes.
Hey!

Who asked you to come in here?
Whose premises?

Mine. So what are you saying?

Terrence James. Friend of yours,
wasn't he? He's been murdered.

We heard. So what you getting at?
Anywhere near the park last night?

- Dealing, were you?
- Just what
kind of fuckeries you talking
about?

Since he was supposed to be your
mate, I thought you might have
some ideas about it.

Since when you interested
in our ideas, eh? Eh?

But as you say you is, why don't
you check your skinhead
friends then first?

True. Since when Babylon cared
in a black man murder?

You said it, son. Let's go.

♪ JEAN CARN:
Don't Let It Go To Your Head

♪ Now that you know

♪ How I feel about you...

Hey, last place I
thought I'd find you.

Your mum let me in.

(SIGHS)

Hey, the filth were round
the garage today, you know?

Making inquiries and generally
kicking the place in.

And your brother wants us out.

Come to think of it,
it's not safe anyway.

(EXCLAIMING) Great. You got the
- new tunes.
- Yes.

What time you on Metro, then?

With you gone so long, I took it
they'd given you a programme on
the spot.

It was a waste of time just
like you said. I spoke to Jeff
Kane, though.

Great, you got the new Slave.
Mm-hm.

I made myself look a right
wally, does that satisfy you?

You actually met Jeff Kane?
Yes, the man himself.

Is that the new Benson?
Yeah, yeah. What did he say?

He said an hour a week of soul
is an hour too much for some,
for a starter.

Lots of people go and see him.
Not so many pirates, though,

Tracy was saying...
Hey, Donna Summer.

The very latest. I had to fight
half the gay disco DJs to get
that one, you know.

Who's Tracy?

How come there's nothing on
- this label?
- That's a reject,
innit?

All the big labels are
binning the records now.

They can't get the black
bands on telly, so they can't be
bothered to promote 'em.

As if they try.
I know.

(INTRO TO SONG)

Look, so what else have we?

You got the new Parliament.
What about the Philly stuff?

Yeah, but I can't keep
shelling out, can I, Chris?

We'll have to get some advertising.
We tried before.

What we need is new listeners,
a bigger radius.

Yeah, better aerial.
It's the only way.

- I'll have a word with Ken.
- Oh,
yeah? How we gonna pay for that?

Have to sell my body.

Yeah, I can see you down the
Dilly with your sex trousers.

Is the Roy Ayers in the box?
Yep, yep.

Hello, Caz.
Hello, Ann.

So, how did you get on?
Oh, forget it, Mum.

Well, you went, didn't you?

What did he apply for, Caz?

Look, Mum, you don't exactly
apply. Like I said, can you
forget it, please?

It's a joke trying in there,
- ain't it, Caz?
- Oh, yes?

And it ain't a joke playing at
bloody pirates? When are you
gonna bring

some respectable money into this
house? I'm absolutely sick of it.

Get off your backside and take
Trish round to Caz's mom's.

I don't want her out on her own.
You out on the town again?

Aren't you getting a bit past it?
You cheeky bastard.

Can't argue with that, can I?

You ain't too big for a clip
round the ear, you know, Chris.

You got one of them funny
cigarettes for me?

Mums don't smoke weed.

Oh, well, they smoke
if they pay for it.

And if you touch my catalogue
money again... All right, Mum.
All right, there you go.

I'll run Trish over
to Mum's for you.

Thanks, Caz.

I didn't say anything earlier.
Well, what can you say?

I am sorry about Terry.
Friend of yours, wasn't he?

Just knew him around. Not close.
But thanks anyway, Ann.

Is Trish ready?
Yeah.

Don't say nothing to her,
will you? About the park.

She knows somebody's dead, but
I think that's all she knows.

How are you supposed to explain
it to a kid? Can't even explain
the bastards to meself.

I know.
(SIGHING) It's only a week

since Shuresh's sister
- got attacked.
- Mum, I'm ready!

Yeah, I know. Anyway, I gotta
go home and get changed.

I gotta get sexy for tonight.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

Oi, soulhead! Where's
your boyfriend?

Oops, children present.
Where is your friend, then?

Don't change, do you, Sparky?

Always was a little
slimebag at school.

And now you're a bigger one.

Oh, my feelings is
really hurt now, Caz.

Yeah? Well, be thankful
it's only your feelings.

What you been up to
these days, Caz?

Heard something about some poncy
little radio station for all you
little soul boys.

Secret listener, Bigsy? You
used to be into it, didn't ya?

Oi, you wanna watch
yourself, soulie.

Otherwise you might find
yourself getting arrested for
one thing or the other.

You got a minute, Ken? I wanted
- a word.
- Yeah.

That mixer you got us...
What about it?

- It's duff.
- Oh, you're joking.

I'll have a look at it.
If I can't fix it,
I'll find you something else.

Something better this time.
Cheap.

I ain't lining your
pockets again, Ken.

Specially if you're spending
it on shirts like that. Sad.

Forget the mixer.
I'm after a better aerial.
Bigger radius. An AH.

Yeah, I'll see what
I can do for you.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

You're getting thinner.
Yeah.

It's all the hard work.
Yeah, I noticed.

(MAKING KISSING NOISES)

Eh! Off the metallic, eh?
I wanna play with your aerial.

Piss off.
Watch the cloth, moth.

Bit wound up, are we?
What you need is a party, Chris.

You coming to our little Jubilee
get-together on Sunday?

You could wear your white suit.
And I'll wear mine.

I thought that was your
style, Sparky, my son.

A big hood to hide your ugly face
and slits for those
nasty little eyes.

Steady, Rocky.

Give us a lug of that, man. Nice.

(LAUGHING)

Get out of here.

You don't think they had
anything to do with the murder,
- do you?
- Leave it out.

Just the usual, winding us up.
You can never tell
with Bigsy's lot.

But if he has had anything
to do with it, I'll break his
fucking neck.

I didn't tell you, did I? I had
a word with Ken about the AH.

He's on the case.

X-RAY SPEX: Oh Bondage Up Yours!

(MUSIC OFF)

Nice.

This is Chris.
And this is Caz.

- BOTH: Soul Patrol.
- You
like it, I Like It.

Players' Association.

♪ I LIKE IT: I Like It

♪ I like it

♪ I like it

♪ I like it

♪ I like it

♪ I like it

♪ I like it

♪ I like it

♪ I like it

♪ I like it

♪ I like it

♪ I like it

Hey, Caz, did you see that girl?

- What girl?
- The one I was
dancing with, Tracy.

Oh.

She's the one I was telling you
about who works down at Metro.

So, she's well out
of your league.

What you ask her down here for?

Oi! Do I object to
your friends coming down here?

No, nice to be
liberated, isn't it?

Look, Caz, I didn't mean it like
that. Hey, what are you saying?

Rum and Coke, large.

(CHEERING)

♪ FUNKADELIC:
One Nation Under A Groove

Shit, Ken, watch
it with the drink.

Sorry, sorry. Sorry.

I thought I'd come and
check out the club.

Yeah.

I spoke to Caz about the aerial
- today.
- No, yeah.

Look, let me get you a drink.
No, no, no, Ken, no.

What, you're busy?
Yeah, yeah.

(TRACY LAUGHING)

Listen, I'm getting
'em in. Do you want a drink?

I've got one, thanks.
All right.

It's a bit mad in here.
It's nice, though.

Yeah, listen, Tracy, give me a
shout before you leave, yeah?

You're not going to join us?
No.

I'm getting one in for Caz.
I'll see you after, yeah?

(MAN CHATTERING)

(LAUGHING) What are you like?

So what do you think of
the Crypt, then, Jill?

It's good. I've never been to a
coloured... a black club before.

Not to mention one with
blokes kissing in it.

It's only fashion, Jill.
No.

I'm only kidding.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Do you know what, Trace,
when you first started at Metro,

I thought you was a snob,
but we've had a good laugh.

So, Tracy, hey, what are
you hiding from, eh?

A punk in red, white,
and blue underpants.

Oh, my God, you had
his trousers off?

No, they was on the
back of his jacket.

Oh, God, I can see
when I'm not wanted.

Oi, do you fancy?

I don't know, I want to
extend to the clubs.

What's really happening.

They've got no idea at Metro.

(LAUGHS)
The programme is dead.

Yeah? Look,
so what are you suggesting then?

I'm suggesting that
you make up a tape.

Leave the introductions to me.

Are you serious?

I am sick of being a PA.

I want to make some
changes, Chris.

You interested?

Yeah, you bet.

It's just the thought
of TJ lying there.

That boy could really dance.

Don't think about it, girl,
it don't do no good.

♪ WAR: Me And Baby Brother

(LAUGHING)

(WHOOPING)

Now, that wasn't a hard night.

Yeah, Soul Patrol.

Soul Patrol.

Yes! Yes!

That was a cool night.
Yes.

Listen, Caz,

I wanna make a tape up,
somebody asked me.

So what are you
up to now, Chris?

Nothing. Look, I just need
a few of the records, yeah?

Some of the imports.
I'll get the last lot.

(LAUGHS)

Oi, see ya.

Where did you get
the motor, man?

Look at that car, man.
Nice car.

Caz! Where are you
going... Shit.

(TRACY CHUCKLING)

What's with your friend?

Need a lift?

Yeah, thanks.

Ah, Caz has got the hump.

Can I put these in the boot?
Sure.

Ah, thanks.

Yeah, this is a nice car.

Thanks.

So where's your mate Jill?

Doing it with that punk.

No.
Yeah.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

So, where to?

Tracy, can I trust you?

What do you mean?

Tell you in the car.

CAR RADIO:
# DR BUZZARD: I'll Play The Fool

Hey.

(CHRIS LAUGHING)

Well, there's not much to it,
- is there?
- What?

Through here?
Yeah.

God, it reminds me... I used
to listen to Caroline a lot.

- What?
- I even remember Radio
390, the R

- That dates you.
- Shut up!

(LAUGHING)

Missed.

Fancy having a radio
station at the back of a garage.

Ah-ha!

(GIGGLES)

Tracy, uh...

W-Would you like to...

Are you going to...

You could stay.

You know, save you
from driving back.

What, here? No chance,
you're joking.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Hey.

Hey, I've got work
in the morning.

And you're gonna make me a tape,
remember?

Yeah. Right, yeah.

(RUSTLING)

Pick your places, don't you?

You heard what happened?

Yeah, I heard.
Oh.

You like living dangerously.

I just wanna show
the bastards.

I ain't stopping coming here.

Brought this with me.

(SPRAYS)

Get 'em in the eyes if there's
- any trouble.
- Any good trouble...

And you'll smell nice after.

Not now. Not now.

It feels a bit weird.
It feels a bit weird.

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

It feels a bit weird.

Give us your number.
(SCOFFS)

I mean it.

I mean it.

Your number.

Write it here.

Listen, I was there.
He mugged him.

(MUFFLED) His name is Chris
Morgan. I think he lives on the
Ladywell.

No. I can't give my...
No names. Right?

No. No.

(HUMMING)

Shit.

RADIO DJ: Uncut funk. The bomb.

Coming to you
directly from the mothership.

Top of the chop in every way.

Five hundred thousand
kilowatts of P-Funk.

This song's dedicated to all you
East London funkateers out there.

Parliament. P-Funk.

We funk. You've got the funk.

♪ PARLIAMENT:
P. FUNK (WANTS TO GET FUNKED UP)

(TURNS OFF MUSIC)

♪ ROY AYERS: Running Away

Like it down here, do you?

Come down here regular?
Yeah.

I ain't seen you before.
So let go of me hand.

I ain't into no
rough stuff, right?

Shit!

(LAUGHING) Hey!

Yo. Check this brother boot, no?

Yeah.
What we have here? Daggers?

Hey, boy, mind you don't kick me
with your daggers, you hear?

Oh, no. Shit!

MAN: Socialist Worker.
WOMAN: Socialist Worker.

So, disco sucks, does it?

Mindless capitalist crap.
And punk's not?

Depends on how you
use it, don't it?

Should be something in here
you could dance to.

Oh, jumping up and down
like my arse is on fire.

No, no, no, we got reggae
bands billed. Look.

Misty in Roots. You'd like that.

Oh, wow! Look. I'm in a rush.

Ain't there more important
things to talk about, for fuck's
sake? Like this, for instance.

Like two Somalis burned
to death. Arson.

Like flat doors kicked
in, windows broke.

Like Bengali school kids
getting their faces kicked in.

Join a picket about police
- indifference.
- All right.

I'll place a few for you.

But hear about
that murder in the park?

Same night I was
running these off.

Cock on the brain, you have.

Did he get his pants off then?
I can't remember.

Ready for the verdict?

It's pretty obvious, ain't it? I
mean, the tape wasn't exactly
professional.

Stop worrying, Chris. Look, I
told him you made up the tape
last night.

Anyway, it's only an
impression he's after.

I think I'm getting somewhere
with this club idea.

And can you keep quiet
about your pirate credentials?

- He's dead set against that.
- So
who's supposed to play our music
then?

You don't have to tell me.
Come on, we'll be late.

Hi, Dave. This
is Chris Morgan.

Take a pew, Chris.

Yes, well...

Nice choice of music.

If a bit obscure. But
you come over well.

It's just that it's a bit, um...
How shall I say, er...

Casual?

I mean, not everybody would
understand what you're trying to
convey.

I like it. But the
powers that be...

(CHUCKLES)

Listen, Chris. To
be honest with you,

if we were to take you on as a
presenter, out and about in the
clubs...

If we were, and
that's a big "if"...

..we'd be looking for a more
recognisable style.

Something a bit more, um...

English?

Yes. Well, I wouldn't put
it quite like that, but...

How about this?

(JAMAICAN ACCENT) I'm bringing
a man called Fat Man singing...

♪ You can't keep we down,
cos we all around

♪ Step forward, youth

♪ Come, let me tell
you the truth ♪

That do you?

There's clearly no point
in our continuing this.

I was merely offering
professional advice,

but it's obvious
you're not interested.

Tracy, I've got a programme to
do. I'll speak to you later.

You stupid arrogant fuck.

I went out of my way to get you
in here. Bang goes my idea.

Shame, innit? The man just
missed his chance of signing up
a megastar.

I can't believe this punk
"no future" attitude.

I ain't no punk! What
you suggesting exactly?

Was I supposed to play Elvis
Presley records and sound like
Tony Blackburn?

They've got to realise that
I'm your original, your wicked

P-Funkadelic, wanna-get-people
all-funked-up DJ.

You've got no idea. Come on.

Jeff Kane. One of
the best, right?

See this?

His office.

This is what he gets for his
five years and the sack's full of
fan mail.

He's the only black DJ
in the whole place,

and still he's offered a
contract he has to renew every
three months.

This is where they'd
like to keep him.

Keep all of us for that matter.

Why do you stay
if they insult you all the time?

They're not gonna run
me out that easy.

Oi!
Chris!

RADIO: That's the
record you won't be hearing,

for the time being at least.

God Save The Queen was
recorded just a few days ago,

and 20,000 copies
are said to have been pressed.

But now A
further association with the Sex
Pistols,

they've returned the master
tapes to the group and no-one
knows when or how...

(RETUNING RADIO)

All right, son? OK.

Oi! What are you doing?

(COMMUNICATIONS OVER POLICE RADIO)

Come on.

CID MAN: What sort
of socks are those?

CHRIS: What?

CID MAN: I said...

What sort of socks are those?

What's that got
to do with anything?

POLICEMAN: The man wants
to know about your socks.

(CHUCKLES)

(EXHALING)

(CHUCKLES)

Listen, smart arse.
No monkey business.

You don't seem to
realise, do you?

You're not in here for showing
disrespect to Her Majesty on
Metropolitan Radio.

No, nor for running
your jungle bunny club
on hallowed grounds neither.

So what are you telling me?

We know all about you, that's
what. We've been watching you.

Oh, and you might be interested
to know we've heard of your
tinpot little radio station.

I'm not saying anything. I'm
entitled to a phone call, right?

You can tell
Mum all the news later.

But it's not the radio.

And you're not in here for
snatching some poor dear's handbag.

You're in here for murder.

Yo, sweetboy.

Come over here and help me
with this engine.

I tired and the man
coming for it tonight.

You mad? I ain't
going near the engine.

You must want me to
nasty up my garments.

Yeah, pretty boy no
wanna help nobody.

If him can drive the motors, he
should be prepared to dirty up
him clothes, too.

Man going like an
African prince.

Or should I say, "princess"?

Piss off, Davis.

Can I take it out for a
spin, then talk prices?

Yeah, Ken, no problem.

(MALE VOICE ON RADIO)

What do you reckon,
then? Is it worth it?

Well, there's nothing
wrong with it.

You have a word with
Davis about the price

and I'll help you out
with that gimmick you're after.

Better be worth my while, Ken.

Easy now, Ken. She
faster than a bumba.

You take notice, soulhead.

(EXCLAIMS)

Number one salesman
round these parts.

Why? You sell it?

Good as done. You no see me have
the deadly patter?

Deadly. Yeah, boy.

Are you gonna tell us? Where
were you the night before last?

Easy. I was with me
mate making up tapes.

Look. I want my phone call.

Not impressed. "With me mate"?

(SCOFFS)

And do you think that'll hold?

Suppose I tell you that you were
seen, you and your mate, by the
park that night?

Drives a Triumph, right?

So what?

Look, it's the truth
I'm telling you.

I want my phone call. You ain't
got nothing on me, right?

Seen it before?

No.
No?

Your kid sister has.

She was seen with it in the park,
before you burned it, that is.

Panicked, did you?

Tried to burn your dirty
black paw marks off it, did you?

You bastard! Bastard!

What are you doing getting at
a nine-year-old kid?

You're calling me a bastard?

You'd kill to get your filthy
mugging hands on a bit of plastic.

Kill one of your own.

I say one of your own,
not that you'd see it that way,

you being a half-breed, a mongrel.

I want my phone call!

My phone call! My phone call!

My phone call!
You went back to find it.

Whatever your sister
said, she stuck up for you.

So just who is involving
kids in this?

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Give the coon his call.

Caz. Caz. Caz.

Hello, can I speak
to Tracy, please?

No, no, no, I don't know her
surname, but she works on the In
Town Tonight show.

Look, look, it's urgent. Please.

Just use the fucking Tannoy.

Yeah, Davis. I like the motor.
It's just a question of the
right price.

Sane.

Did you have a word?

I got you that present.
It should do you nicely.

Yeah, I'll believe it when
I see it, Ken.

Trusting, aren't you?

Hey, Carlton.
Yeah?

Them say them looking for a
half-caste boy now for that murder.

Can't trust them half-caste boy.
You don't know which side them on.

Could well believe it was one
of them kill that black boy.

No, man, that's what
them want you to think.

So when the people say,
"We heard about the murder,"

Babylon can say, "Is black
kill black." I don't see it.

Well, as far as I and I concerned,
must be a white boy.

And if it wasn't a white boy, I'll
lay on money it was half-caste.

Nah, I reckon it's an NF job,
meself. I'll see you later.

Are you serious?
You trying to wind me up again?

Yeah, it's true. Most probably it
was a white boy that killed TJ.

But it could have
been a black man.

So what are you saying?
It can't happen?

What exactly you getting at
with all this half-caste crap?

Caz, the trouble
with you, all right,

can't always tell
what side you're on.

Hey, now what you saying?

What? Cos Chris is my mate,
or cos I mix with white people?

(SLAMS DRAWER SHUT)

Man. White man. Nastiness.

So, that's what it's about,
yeah? I mix with white men?

I fuck with white men?

- Jesus.
- Long as you doing it to
them. Innit, Caz?

Mind the rod of correction
gonna fuck up... You're full of
shit, Davis.

That brother that got killed in
the park, he was what you call
an anti-man, a batty boy.

That make it all right now?

You concerned about
who did it now?

Thanks a lot, man.

You've been nothing
but trouble, Chris.

You screw up at Metro, then have
the nerve to drag me down here.

Bastards. What was I
supposed to tell 'em?

"Oh, I was pirate
broadcasting at the time,

and my best mate hangs about
in parks after dark"?

Chris, are you listening to me?

Tracy, I'm sorry. All right?

Thanks for getting the
solicitor for us.

Listen, I've got this tape,
right? It was in the beat box.

You've gotta give it in, Chris.
What? Go back in there? No,
you're joking.

Look, I'm no friend
of the police.

But if it's evidence,
don't mess with it.

Oh, so I just let them drag my
little sister in for some
friendly questioning, eh?

Yeah, yeah, all right. Forget
it. It's none of my business.

Just keep me out of it.

I've gotta get back to work.

You look pathetic.

Come on. I'll drop you off.

Come on.

MAN ON TAPE: Cute, aren't you?

TJ: So you wanna get to know me?

What's your name?
Name?

You a policeman or what?

Just being friendly.
Tell us your name.

Man, you're one stubborn
white boy... Chris.

Yeah?

I brought you something. It's out
the front. Give us a hand, it's
a bit heavy.(STOPS TAPE)

I'll be right with
you, Mr Stylie.

Easy goes. Careful, careful.

(PANTING)

♪ THE BLACKBYRDS:
Rock Creek Park

Twice as many Soul Patrollers.

Never enough for
you, though, is it?

Won't rest till
you're on Radio 1.

This is the BBC Soul Service.
Are you sitting comfortably?

(LAUGHS)

What really fucks me in all this
is they were questioning
my sister.

A nine-year-old girl!

It's like they're going wild.
Do you know what I mean?
It's pure slackness, man.

I'll keep guard, yeah?
Yeah.

Kelly was in there. What is it,
let's-get-the-half-caste
week or something?

(EXCLAIMING)

(SHOUTING)

You were nearly a goner, man!

(BOTH PANTING)

Right. Let's waste no more time
up here, man. Let's just do the
thing and get down.

You were nearly a goner, you
- know.
- Oh, thanks, man.

Oh, yeah. Tracy fixed up a
meeting with this producer down
Metro.

It was her that got me out of
- the nick.
- Are you serious?

You've been crawling
round Metro again?

Look, Caz, I've gotta get some
steady... Steady money in! I
got us the fucking aerial!

You think I like doing Ken
favours? Dragging my brother
into it?

Carlton's gonna let a car go
cheap for me and you, you know.

Look, Metro weren't interested,
so just forget it.

Look, Chris, I'm just saying,
all right? We are getting
through.

There's an audience building.
We'll get advertising
and have the money!

Look, you were trying your way.
I was trying mine. Same thing!

I wanted a partner, not your
- fucking vanity.
- Look, Caz, I am
your partner.

Tomorrow, we're gonna hit
the airwaves, yeah?

Funk the Jubilee special.

I can't tomorrow.

I said I'd play a concert
with that punk I met, Billibud.

Don't joke about it, Caz.
I promised.

I might as well smash it down
then, mightn't I? Cos Caz
can't be bothered.

He'd sooner go off
with Billibud to play for
middle-class punks and hippies.

Wankers, Caz!

Where's your loyalty, man, eh?
Where's the fucking loyalty in that?

Where's the loyalty
in you going behind my back?

Strutting round Metro, prattling
about what we're doing?

Ain't you got no sense? A quick
word with the Home Office,

and they can have a station like
ours wiped out before breakfast.

I thought I was supposed
to be your main man.

Hey! What you talking about?
You are my main man!

I've had a day of it, right? And a
bit of sympathy might be in order!

Yeah, cry on Tracy's shoulder!

- I'm gonna smash that thing!
- Yeah,
smash it! You might as well!

Caz! I ain't begun to tell you
about what happened down the nick!

I ain't got time!
I'm gonna go and see Billi!

Caz! You see this tape,
Caz? It's TJ's tape.

(LAUGHING)

Lovely dress, darling.

Bomb the rich! Bomb the rich!

Bay City Rollers. Why don't you
listen to some decent music, eh?

Jean Genet. You ever
read that? Have you?

You read that, have you?
Yes, I have.

- Very nice.
- Wonderful.
(DOG BARKS)

Look after your bloody dog.

(SCOTTISH FOOTBALL FANS
SINGING DRUNKENLY)

What you looking at? Piss off.
Charming.

♪ Scotland, Scotland

♪ You'll be the boys ♪

Devolution now.

Fuck off, you southern poofter.

Fuck you.

Hey, give us a kiss, darling!

You're right, you're wrong,
going now to Scotland...

(DISCO MUSIC)

Look, boys, it's gay tonight.
Official policy. No straights.
Fuck off.

What are you talking about?
We're gay.

No membership card, no
entry. Simple. Off it.

You let them in.
I recognise their faces.

Yeah? And we all look
the same, right?

It's all right. It's all
right. I got a card, right?

I'm allowed guests, yeah?

This club's got some crisp
music. All we wanna do is
check out the groove.

Right, they're in. But if there's
any trouble, I'll personally
ram that card down your throat.

♪ That's a grand old team

♪ To go to cheer for

♪ And it's a grand old team
to see ♪

Yeah, boys, a club. Any chance
of a dance, big fellow?

Get out of it.

♪ SYLVESTER:
You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real)

This is cool, man.

CAZ: What would we do
without you, blondie?

Golden tongue, golden
hair, golden boy.

Mary! You're such a dinge queen.

Oi, you!

Fuck off!

MAN: Disgusting.

(SIGHING)

It makes me feel like a criminal,
sneaking in here at night.

We ain't doing no harm.

We'll wait till the cleaners
have gone from the studio.

- You annoyed?
- Should have given
him a good slap.

(CHUCKLES)

Been thinking...
about Soul Patrol.

Me and Chris... Nah,
it ain't working.

I told you about him getting
nicked today, didn't I?

Well, I wasn't
exactly...sympathetic.

Caz, you talk about him a lot.

What? You two do it then?
Why?

What's it to you?

Nothing, Caz. No, I just
wanna know, that's all.

You do realise I fancy
you, don't you?

I fancy you a lot.
Yeah?

Well, I did sleep with Chris
for a couple of months.

His mum was in hospital at the
time having Trish, his little
sister.

Chris stayed over at my house...
So he is gay, then.
I thought he was.

Well, we were about
10 at the time.

(CHUCKLING) He turned out
straight. Sad story, really.

(LAUGHING)

Caz, are you seeing anyone?

I'm seeing you, ain't I?

"Black and white unite."

And fuck.

(LAUGHS)

♪ JEAN CARN:
Don't Let It Go To Your Head

♪ Cos if you're playing games

♪ It would be a shame

♪ Don't break my heart

♪ Don't break my heart

♪ Woo, woo

♪ Now that you know

♪ How I feel about you

♪ Don't let it go to your head, no

♪ Don't let it go to your head, no

♪ Now that you know

♪ I can't live without you

♪ Don't let it go to your head, no

Moving.

Madly. Yeah.

Ssh. Less of the patter, DJ.

(BOTH MOANING)

TJ ON TAPE: So you
wanna get to know me?

What's your name?
Name?

You a policeman or what?

Just being friendly.
Tell us your name.

Man, you're one
stubborn white boy.

OK, Terry. Friends call me TJ.

(KISSING)

(GRUNTING)

Is that it?

That's enough.

No.

There's more. There's more.

(TAPE SQUEALS)

Game's over.

(TAPE STOPS)

It is weird. I don't like it.

Look, just let me listen again.

Look, if that's what that tape
sounds like, you've got to hand
it over.

Yeah, sure. Sure.

Look, I just wanna copy it.
OK.

MAN: Like it down here, do you?

Come down here regular?
TJ: Yeah.

- So why are we stopping?
- I
thought we'd drop in on a party.

Oh, yeah? Thinking of doing
a bit of canvassing, are we?

Forget it.
Of course not, Caz. Course not.

Just thought I'd tell a few more
people about the concert.

Funk the Jubilee. Caz at the
- controls, right?
- Spare me, Billi.

Don't worry about it,
I'll be a good boy.

I won't be an embarrassment.

You can embarrass yourself as
much as you like, just leave me
out of it.

Caz.

♪ FUNKADELIC:
One Nation Under A Groove

One Nation Under a Groove.

(VOICE BREAKING) And most of
all right now, we're going out

to-to my main man, Caz.

Funk the Jubilee.

Hold tight, the...

groove's travelling on
to the park tonight.

Main man Caz is gonna be...

funking the Jubilee.

And if you ain't gonna be there,

you ain't gonna be nowhere.

I'll see you later, Caz.

Nuff love.

(SOBBING)

(SNIFFLING)

Thank you.

This is nice. How much is this?

Just the right thing
for my friend.

Get your bleedin' hands off.

Oi. What's all this then, eh?
This is cruelty to animals.

How'd you like to be stuffed up
in a plastic bag?

This your idea of fun, is it?

You're sick, you are.

Hey, oi, Socialist Worker,
right? Stuff the Jubilee.

Only paper for the working
class. We're having a party

down the park. Why don't you
- come down?
- Piss off.

What was all that about?

♪ FUNKADELIC:
One Nation Under A Groove

Blimey, what happened?

Not now, Ken, I'm in the
middle of a show, mate.

Did you call the police?

No, it's no use.

What are you doing?
You know what I want!

You fuck me about
and I'll kill you.

You always thought you
were so smart, didn't you?

Well, I set you up. I set you
- up nicely.
- Why, Ken?

Since when have you
fucking cared?

You don't understand.

You're not like Caz.

I thought I killed two
birds with one stone,

but pretty boy...

You, pretty boy, you had
to stick your nose in.

Give me the tape, Chris.

Give me the fucking tape!

I haven't got it. I ain't got it!

Piss off.

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

Oh, lovely atmosphere,
innit, Ann?

Remember what it used
to be like round here?

When you could leave your door
open and not worry about
bleedin' muggers?

Or worse.
Yeah.

I reckon I know what you
mean, Lil. I reckon I know.

National Front News.

Trish, there's your mum.
Mum.

You all right, babes?

- You enjoying yourself?
- Yeah.

OK, come here.

You don't need that.

Let's go over the park, eh?
Get some clean air.

Hello, Ann. Ain't seen some punk
walking about, have you?
Not noticed.

What are you doing here, anyways?
I'm passing through fast.

You going over the park?
Yeah, I thought I might go
for an hour.

Oh, then I thought I might
drop round your mum's.

Did you hear Chris on the radio?
What? Been on air, has he?

Yeah, said about the park,
said you'd be on, Mr Main Man.

What, he talked about the park?
Why aren't you working with him
today, Caz?

Are you all right, you and
- Chris?
- Soul Patrol went dead.

That bloody equipment!

Catch you later, babes.
Bye.

- So what's all this?
- It's a raffle.
And you have to have a ticket.

A raffle? All right,
give us a ticket, then.

(BURPS) After Eights, huh?

It's all right, don't
worry, I'll take the lot.

- Where's your money?
- Whoa,
hold on.

Have one of these, right,
Socialist Worker, only paper
for the working class.

Free membership on the
back. Don't worry about it.

Fuck off. Take
- that shit with you.
- Oi, wait.

So what's your problem?
What's your problem?

Why don't you read this
sometime? It might educate you.

Go on, on your way.

(GROANS)
(LAUGHTER)

♪ Oh, my, what a rotten song

♪ And what a rotten singer too ♪

Better get your new boyfriend
out of here, Caz, or else he
might need carrying.

You stupid fucking wanker!

You can't listen to
no-one, can you?

Yeah, but I was only doing my
- paper round.
- You're well out of
order, blondie.

You're always shouting about
imperialism. Just look at
yourself.

You think if it's there, you
can take it.

You think you can go
where the fuck you like.

Yeah, but I'm with you, Caz.
Yeah?

Well, that depends, don't it?

We're still playing
the park, aren't we?

Hey.

Plenty of time for that.

Let's get your face
fixed, blondie.

Why do you keep
calling me blondie?

I'm not even blond.

Don't worry about it,
you're near enough.

♪ X-RAY SPEX: Identity

♪ Identity

♪ Is a crisis, can't you see?

♪ Identity

♪ Identity

♪ And when you look in the mirror

♪ Do you see yourself?

♪ Do you see yourself
on the BBC?

♪ Do you see yourself
in a magazine?

♪ When you see yourself

♪ Does it make you scream? ♪

(MUSIC STOPS)

Not the best idea, I agree.

♪ JUNIOR MURVIN:
Police And Thieves

How about quiet?

(MUSIC STOPS)

♪ SYLVESTER:
You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real)

♪ You make me feel mighty real

♪ You make me feel
mighty real... ♪

QUEEN ELIZABETH:
At the Silver Jubilee of 1935
and at my Coronation,

the Empire and Commonwealth
came to London.

KEN:
(ECHOING) Well, I set you up.

Give me the tape, Chris.
Give me the fucking tape!

QUEEN ELIZABETH: This time the
travelling is in both directions.

And I think we can claim
to be doing our fair share.

(APPLAUSE)

Caz.

You are Caz, aren't you?

Chris's other half.
His DJ spar, right?

We never did get properly
introduced at the club.

Where is he? Have you seen him?
Yeah, he's my other half.

And you are Tracy from Metro.

I hear they're letting us
in now. One at a time.

That's really metropolitan of 'em.
What are you talking about?

I don't have to justify what I
- do to you.
- Yeah, Chris was on
the air this afternoon.

It seems he got cut off.

Metro had any pirates taken
off the air lately, has it?

Come on!
Capitalist crap, Metro Radio.

- Shut up, Billi.
- Spending 20 quid
on T-shirts from Vivienne Westwood

has got nothing to do
with capitalism, hmm?

It has to do with homoerotica.

Nicked homoerotica, actually.

Like it?

Oh, love it! It's like
anarchy, courtesy of EMI.

So rebellious,
so Saint Martin's School of Art.

(GIGGLES)
Excuse me.

Come on, Jill.
Coming.

(GIGGLES)

Oi, soul boy!

(OTHERS LAUGH)

You soul mug.

What was they asking
you down the nick?

Wanted an half-caste.

Told 'em they must have got the
- wrong one.
- Oh, dear,

I forgot to wear my white suit.

You look pretty white to me.

(OTHERS LAUGH)

Shut up! I don't know why
you're laughing, Kelly.

Ah, Kelly laughs at anything
cos he knows nothing.

And as long as he knows nothing,
he can make out he's white.

What's it to you?

It ain't nothing to me. It's
only yourself you're conning.

Why are you lying and hiding
all the time for, Kelly, eh?

They were pissing about with us
down at the station.

Ken killed TJ and tried
to pin it on us!

You listening?

- Have you seen Ken?
- I ain't
seen him, Chris. Honest.

(BOTTLES SMASH)

Caz, where are you?

Caz, where are you?
Where are you? Where are you?

There's Chris.

Chris.

Ken did it. It was Ken.

Listen, something's gonna
happen, I've got to find Caz.

Slow down. What are
you talking about? Who is Ken?
Just help me find him.

No. No more, we're going.
Have you seen all the police?

Van loads, all round the park.
I don't like the look of it.

Tracy, please.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(CROWD CHANTING)

Tracy!
I'm coming, I'm coming!

Tracy!

(SCREAMING)

Shit, Billi, the records!

(SIRENS WAILING)

(SCREAMING)

Oh, watch out! Trish!
Are you all right?

(SCREAMING)

I know you're here. Hear it!

TJ ON TAPE: I ain't into
no rough stuff. Right?

Cute, aren't you?

It's Terry.

TJ: So you want to get to know me?
- KEN: What's your name?
- TJ?

TJ: Name?

You a policeman or what?
Ken!

Just being friendly.
Tell us your name.

TJ: Man, you're one
stubborn white boy.

(SCREAMING)

(SIRENS BLARING)

Tracy, Jill.

It's all right.
Chris.

Where's Caz?
Chris...

Don't go. I'll be back.

Oh, Caz. Thank Christ.

(SIGHS)

♪ THE O'JAYS: Message In Our Music

I wasn't running from you, Caz.

We're OK now, yeah?

Soul Patrol again.

Yeah.

Let's start over.

♪ We got a message in our music

♪ There's a message in our song...

Come on.

♪ We're gonna talk about
all the things

♪ That's been going down

♪ Get your information

♪ From this means
of communication... ♪

♪ Yeah

♪ EL COCO:
Let's Get It Together

(LAUGHTER)

(LAUGHTER)

Come on, you two!

(LAUGHTER)

♪ Let's get it together

♪ Let's get it together

♪ Let's get it together ♪

♪ JAMES EARLAND:
Let The Music Play

♪ Let the music

♪ Let the music

♪ Let the music play

♪ Let the music

♪ Let the music

♪ Let the music play ♪

♪ MICA PARIS: Young Soul Rebels

♪ I know we can make it

♪ People, just you wait and see

♪ Open up the door

♪ Invitation's free

♪ Come along with me

♪ Cos we're the young soul rebels

♪ Fighting for the right to be

♪ Free

♪ We're the young soul rebels

♪ Fighting for the right to be

♪ Free

♪ Young soul

♪ Young soul ♪

♪ WAR: Me And Baby Brother

♪ Me and baby brother

♪ Used to run together

♪ Me and baby brother

♪ Used to run together

♪ Welcome one another

♪ Headed for the corner

♪ Welcome one another

♪ Headed for the corner

♪ Chippin' on his mind

♪ Is like drinking funky wine

♪ By the river

♪ Chippin' on his mind

♪ Is like drinking funky wine

♪ By the river

♪ CHARLES EARLAND:
Let The Music Play

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