16 Years of Alcohol Page #3
Please, take the money
and we'll move on. Alright?
Please, I'm really sorry.
- Fair enough.
- Sorry, everyone.
PUNCHING AND GRUNTING
BEATING CONTINUES
LOUD MUSIC:
- What the f*** is that racket?
- Time for a change.
- Stop this f***ing racket.
- This rubbish.
- This f***ing crap.
- Indeedy do.
- What shall it be? Budgie?
- Desmond Dekker, Dad.
- Kill? Miller?
- Alex Harvey.
Mott The Hoople.
- Mott the f***ing Hoople?
- You are joking?
Miller, you've let the side down.
Stand in the corner.
Go on, Miller, stand in the corner
for being a f***ing idiot
who likes f***ing idiot music by...
Big poncey bastards!
So.
Will you get in the corner?
F*** off, Frankie.
FRANKIE:
That's not nice.You let the side down, Miller.
You asked for Mott the Hoople.
For that, face the wall.
- Desmond Dekker, then.
- Not until he...
Saved by the bell, hello.
- I'll take over, have your break.
- What about, erm...
No, it's fine. I'll see you later.
GANG LAUGHS:
You are a f***ing ride.
Your man was just about to play
Desmond Dekker.
Which we approve of.
- Oh, really?
- Yes.
How about you and me getting
out of this two-horse town, baby?
He said Desmond Dekker,
you f***ing cow.
Turn this sh*t off.
Do you hear me? Off.
- Don't talk to me like that.
- Or I'll call the police.
Or I'll play Mott the Hoople.
THEY LAUGH:
Come here. Come over here.
Christ. We came to listen to
music, do you get it?
Go on, out!
# VELVET UNDERGROUND: Pale Blue
Eyes
F***, this is sh*t!
Sorry.
For what?
- For being with them.
- You chose them.
Kind of.
Maybe see you around, then?
Can't wait.
# Thought of you as everything
# I've had but couldn't keep
# I've had but couldn't keep
# Linger on
# Your pale blue eyes
# Linger on
# Your pale blue eyes... #
DOOR BUZZER:
BUZZING CONTINUES
BUZZ:
Somebody out there
will always remember,
Revenge, it's a drug,
A brilliant motivator
for the hopeless,
- Where is he?
- He's coming, rat face.
- Listen to him, the big man.
- F*** you and f*** him.
I'm sick of being
treated like a moron.
Miller, you are a f***ing moron.
Next time
he fucks with me, that's it.
- What's what?
- He wants to say something. Right?
What? Alright.
We go in separately. Not together.
Keep clear of each other for a bit.
OK? Or they'll chuck us out.
And Miller!
Try and stay out of trouble for once.
''Try and stay out of trouble?''
Who the f*** does he think he is?
Prick. F***ing trouble.
I'll give him f***ing trouble.
Oh, shut up! OK, I'm next.
Come on, you nutball.
# CLAUDETTE & THE CORPORATION:
Skinhead A Bash Them
# Skinhead a bash them
# Skinhead a bash them... #
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