Outlaw

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# And they called it puppy love

# Oh, I guess they'll never know

# How a young heart really feels

# And why I love her so

# And they called it puppy love

# Just because we're 17

# Tell them all,

please tell them it isn't fair

# To take away my only dream

# I cry each night

# My tears for you

# My tears are all in vain

# I hope and I pray

# That maybe someday

# You'll be back in my arms once again

# Someone help me, help me,

help me please... #

We're gonna be husband and wife

in less than an hour.

# Is the answer up above

# How can I...

Oh, how can I tell them

# This is not a puppy love

# Someone help me, help me,

help me, please #

Here, mate? You marrying that bird?

- Sorry?

- I said, you marrying that bird?

Yeah.

- Let me smash her back doors in.

- Grow up, you silly little wanker.

You wanna keep that cunt on a fucking

leash or she'll be eating through a straw.

- You shouldn't have said anything.

- You should have said it for me.

Oh, f*ck.

What's the matter?

Shall I call the police?

They won't do anything.

F*ck. F*ck.

Come on.

F*ck.

- Oh, f*ck. Fucking hell.

- What? What? No...

- It's gonna be all right, it's all right.

- Gene...

I'll go and talk to 'em.

Fucking hell...

Listen, boys. We ain't done nothing.

What do you want?

What do you want, money?

Want a bit of dough?

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it! Leave him alone! Stop it!

Stop it!

Oi!

Do it.

You can't shoot me.

You ain't fucking got it in you.

'Controversy in Whitehall

after a leaked government file

'which shows the extent of Gulf War

Syndrome was made public.

'The report concludes that several

hundred troops returning from Iraq... '

- Do you wanna lift?

- Pilates. You look terrible.

- So would you if you'd had my dreams.

- Seen my red Prada wash bag?

No.

- Love you.

- Love you.

'Troops feel as if they've been betrayed

by their own country

'and left to rot

when returning home from the war. '

All right, lads?

- Hello, soldier.

- Oi-oi.

Fucking wanker.

Look at him, the pikey.

- Hello again, soldier.

- Nice bag, mate.

What do you fucking want?

Look at me, chief.

You what?

- Want some, eh?

- Come on, boys. Let's slip.

I would have had him.

I could have taken him.

I should have taken him.

I do. I have my phone, I have my key...

I don't have my keys.

- Thank you very much.

- Have a good day.

You too. Look after my boy.

Look after Mummy.

See ya.

- See ya later.

- Bye.

- Good morning.

- All right?

You know, my wife says the reason why

you won't come in and have coffee

- is because we're black.

- What?

She says it proves

that all police are racist.

I'm joking, Walter.

Lighten up.

'... knives during robberies,

muggings and attacks on strangers.

'Ln other news, the trial of feared

criminal Terrence Manning continues.

'Manning's accused of heroin trafficking

and manslaughter... '

Mr Monroe.

How are the witnesses looking?

They're looking good, Sergeant

Greaves. If they all turn up.

I hope so. They're all we've got.

Don't you worry. You won't be seeing

Manning for a while.

Well done. I'm counting on you.

- There is something about him.

- Course there is.

He's ten years younger than me and

he's made Sergeant in the Flying Squad.

What am I?

All due respect,

I'm driving a barrister around.

- What are you saying, Walter?

- Most police couldn't lie in bed straight.

Do you want a coffee?

Ribena. I'm going to the gents.

- See you in court three.

- Yeah, OK.

How long's she got to go?

I beg your pardon. Who?

Your wife. I noticed she's pregnant.

I'm sorry, but if you're making

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