Original subtitles

'Imprisoned memories prowl through the dark.

'Oh, fuck it!

'They scatter like rats.

'Dead souls, ratter-patter-patter into the silence.

'Ashes drift in the back of the skull.

'A goblin parts the curtains with a slant-eyed chuckle.

'Panic!

'I blink as he vanishes in the shadows.'

'Hint of prophetic cat's eyes.

'The dust settles, thick.

'So, by five, when I stagger to the freezing bathroom,

'i leave footprints for others to excavate.

'They say the ice age is coming.

'The weather's changed.

'The air stutters tick-tick-tick-tick,

'rattle of death-watch beetle on the sad slate roofs.

'The ice in your glass is radioactive, Johnny.

'Outside in the leaden hail,

'the swan of avon dies a syncopated death.

'A black frost grips July by the throat.

'We pull the curtains tight over the dawn

'and shiver by empty grates.

'The household gods have departed.

'No one remembers quite when.

'Poppies and corncockle have long been forgotten here

'like the boys who died in flanders.

'Their names erased by a late frost

'that clipped to the village cross.

'Spring lapped the fields in arsenic green.

'The oaks died this year.

'On every green hill mourners stand and weep

'for the last of england.'

'My teacher said, "there are more walls in england than Berlin, Johnny."

'What were we to do in those crumbling acres?

'Die of boredom?

'Or recreate ourselves, emerging from the chrysalis,

'all Scarlet and turquoise as death's-heads from chip plants,

'moths of the night.

'Not your clean-iimbed Cannon fodder for the drudgy nine to five.

'Sniffing glue instead of your masonic brandies.

'We fell off the cogs of misfortune,

'out to lunch in 501s,

'notching up the pricks in the disco.

'We heard prophetic voices.

'I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness,

'starving, hysterical, naked.

'Not with a bang, but a whimper.

'And gathered everything you threw out of your dream houses,

'treasured your trash cans,

'picking through the tatters of your lives,

'we jumbled the lot and squatted your burnt-out hearths.

'Your world beavering away at its own destruction

'serviced the profit machine and creaked to a halt, not with a bang.

'Even our protests were hopeless.

'Neat little marches down blind alley.

'All around, malevolent bureaucracies mutated large as dinosaurs.

'A thin yellow pus drained through exhausted institutions.

'Citizens stood mute, watching children devoured in their prams.

'And all you did, in the desperation,

'was celebrate the windsors yet again.'

'old cows staggered to the slaughterhouse

'to emerge as roast oxen.'

England! England! England! England!

Order! Order! Order!

England! England! England! England!

"'What do you see in those heavy waters?" I ask.

'Nothing but a bureaucrat from the ministry,

'poisoning the buttercups with a new defoliant.

'What's that I hear?'

'The sound of gershwin on his ghettoblaster.

'What else?'

'The atom splitting.

'And the whispering?

'Half—truths spilling from the minister's case,

'wriggling in the blinding sun.

'What are they saying?

"'All's well, no comment."

'Some of them are silent.

'Ah, there's the guard.

'What's the password?

'Evasion.

'What else do you see?

'Lies flowing through the national grid.

'And bribery.

'All's normal, then. Yes.

'Where's hope?

'The little white lies have carried her off beyond the cabbage patch.

'They murdered her?

'Yes.

'And tomorrow?

'Tomorrow's been cancelled owing to lack of interest.

'You saw the graffiti years ago on the euston road

'and didn't believe it.

'What proof do you need?

'The world's curling up like an Autumn leaf.

'The storm's coming to blow it into the final winter.

'Can't you feel the days are getting shorter?'

'I'm moving in. I'll be at the nearest police station...'

'Violent clash...'

'...A set of students,

'known fans of the enterprise, where they will work...'

J“ I'll be your Broadway boy

j“ I'll be your Broadway

j“ come to america, come and see the lights

j“ walk down the Avenue to see the sights

j“ I'll be your Broadway boy

j“ you are my Broadway toy

J“ america

j“ so many lights

j“ Broadway boy

j“ I'll be your Broadway toy

j“ come to america, see the sights

j“ come to america, I'll be your toy j“

'The sad old emperor, bent beneath his black top hat,

'smiles in the deathly sunlit silence.

'The lady next door to me says,

"'there he is, there's hirohito, and his empress Nagasaki."

'Look, Johnny, look, they're playing the funeral march for the royal doulton.

'He stole the patterns way back when you were a little boy.

'No one cared much.

'They were busy squandering our threadbare patrimony on the atom.

'Now you see it, now you don't.

'England had it years back.

'Us kiddies, weaned on food parcels from uncle Randy in the wild west,

'chock full of comics and bubble gum.

'I grew up in the wind of change, ma'am.

'Quite.

'Quite... blew away my reason.

'Dad switched on the cathode ray at your coronation

'and watched the weather forecast in the suburban drizzle ever after.

'His father's father's father's presentation clock,

'a black marble mausoleum,

'ticked out my childhood,

'101 years of middle-class assurance.

'The bomb dropped with regular monotony,

'leaving us waiting.

'The frosty heart of england blighted each spring leaf.

'Aii aspiration withered in the blood.

'In the silence of an English suburb,

'power and secrecy dwell in the same house,

'while far away in the big city, the a-to-z clamped a grid on despair.'

'The world will never forget.

'What kind of a people do they think we are?'

Hitler! Hitler! Hitler!

Part!

March!

Stand!

By the right!

Quick march! Left, right, left, right, left, right. Left!

Swing your arms up!

Left... turn!

By the right!

Right!

'You remember?'

'Don't be sad.'

Aim!

Fire!

J“ speed, Bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing

j“ "onward", the sailors cry

j“ carry the lad that's born to be king

j“ over the sea to Skye

j“ loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar

j“ thunder clouds rend the air

j“ baffled, our foes stand by the shore

j“ follow they will not dare

J“ speed, Bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing

j“ "onward", the sailors cry

j“ carry the lad that's born to be king

j“ over the sea to Skye

J“ speed, Bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing

j“ "onward", the sailors cry

j“ carry the lad that's born to be king

j“ over the sea to Skye

j“ loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar

j“ thunder clouds rend the air

j“ baffled, our foes stand by the shore

j“ follow they will not dare

J“ speed, Bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing

j“ "onward", the sailors cry

j“ carry the lad that's born to be king

j“ over the sea to Skye

j“ ra, ra-ra-ra, ra-ra, ra-ra-ra

j“ ra, ra-ra-ra, ra-ra

j“ ra, ra-ra-ra, ra-ra, ra-ra-ra

j“ over the sea to Skye j“

'Do you wanna make more money?

'Do you wanna make more money? Of course, we all do.'

'...More than the other people?

'That's a perfect name for...'

'We need prayer for everything.'

'...The ability to conduct his duties as the chief officer of police...'

'We need prayer for everything.'

'A man accused of kidnapping two teenage girls for sex

'has appeared in court in...'

'We need prayer for everything.'

J“ 'if you go down in the woods today... j“

'Leaders of the greater Manchester police authority

'have been meeting home office officials in London

'to discuss statements made by their chief constable James anderton.

'Pronouncements they are unhappy with include mr anderton saying

'that god may be using him to speak on moral issues.'

'Who loves you, baby?'

'...Staying cloudy and misty, with a little drizzle...'

'He's going to come.

'Satan is the strongest...'

J“ 'if I ruled the world

j“ 'i would never lie... j“

'It might be that spark that's going to kick off that entire revival.

'I believe that.'

' Sections of three round-cut genuine cubic zirconias, open back...'

'The chief of dagenham police has laid...'

'...This, a 114-cubic zirconias...'

'What we used to do before, instead of hiring...

'Jesus told us...'

'Jesus... Jesus...'

'...Remember your visa, mastercard, American express,

'diners club, or your card of choice, and you can pick up one.

'It's a beautiful bracelet, 7-inches of cubic zirconias,

'will fit any arm, has a safety clasp.

'What, what a bargain on this one for you!

'Lots of calls coming in...'

'And my mother... Jesus himself.

'It's Jeff. Honestly, it is.'

'...For a better career,

'pick up the phone and call this free number.'

'...train forjob promotions and new careers with...'

'It retails at $697.95.

'It's all yours today for only $255.55!

'That's a bargain of a price.

'$255.55 for this beautiful silver bracelet.

'Glistening silver and cubic zirconias, what a combination!

'This sparkling 7-inch silver bracelet,

'which has 38 individually linked sections,

'with three round-cut genuine cubic zirconias. Open back.

'And side-mounted in a very high Tiffany setting.

'In each section, each cubic zirconia is secured with four prongs.

'The total? Listen to this. Over 114 cubic zirconias!

'It has a safety clasp on this one,

'a guarantee, it comes in a beautiful gift box.

'Aii yours for $255.55.

'This is a bargain price, folks. This is what we used to do before...'

'...Have you picked up on that beautiful necklace,

'the one like I'm wearing on my neck this morning?

'This would make a nice set for you. 114 cubic zirconias, all total.

'38 individually linked sections.

'1-800-472-2212 and you can take up one today

'with your visa, mastercard, American express,

'diners club, or card of your choice, and you can pick up one.

'It's a beautiful bracelet, 7-inch cubic zirconia.

'It will fit any arm, it has a safety clasp...'

March!

Forward... march!

- Is it loaded? - Yes, ma'am.

- Did you enjoy the falklands? - Yes, ma'am.

- Preparing for the next one? - Yes, ma'am.

- It's going to be the big one, isn't it? - I hope so, ma'am.

Keep up the good work.

'...You wouldn't think this was a great emotional moment in her life.'

'...Very shortly, from the palace of westminster

'back to Buckingham Palace

'where these feudal monarchs will be establishing themselves...

'To reign for another dynasty over us.

'We shall not be silenced, we shall be ruled over by our own,

'by our own sovereign design,

'by the commonwealth of we, the people...'

To be my wedded husband...