This Is England

Testing, testing. One, two, three.

Is it working, Kev?

# Stick it up, mister!

# TOOTS AND THE MAYTALS:

# Hear what I say, sir, yeah

# No, no, no, no, no

# Yeah

# Get your hands in the air, sir!

# Woo-hoo, yeah

# And you will get no hurt, mister

# No, no, no

# I said, yeah

# I said, yeah

# What did I say?

# What did I say?

# Don't you hear? I said, yeah

# Yeah, yeah

# Listen to what I say

# To what I say

# Do you believe I would take something

with me

# And give it to the policeman?

# I wouldn't do that

# And if I do that, I would say

# Sir, come on

and put the charge on me

# I wouldn't do that

# No, I wouldn't do that

# Huh

# I'm not a fool to hurt myself

# So I was innocent of what they done to me

# They was wrong

# Ah, listen to me one more time,

they were wrong, huh

# Oh, yeah

# Give it to me one time

# Huh

# Give it to me two time

# Huh, huh

# Give it to me three time, yeah

# Huh, huh, huh

# Give it to me four time

# Huh, huh, huh, huh

# 54-46 was my number

# Oh, yeah

# Right now, someone has that number

# One more time, baby

# 54-46

# Was my number

# Was my number

# Right now,

someone has got that number

# All right

# I said, yeah

# I said, yeah

# Listen to what I say

# Listen to what I say

# Oh, I said, hear me now

# Yeah, yeah

# Listen to what I say

# Listen to what I say

(Singer toasts)

# Oh, give it to me one time

# Huh

# Give it to me two time

# Huh, huh

# Give it, give it, give it, give it, give it,

# Give it, give it, give it, give it

# No, no, no, no

# Whoa

(Singer toasts)

# 54-46

# Was my number

# Was my number

# Right now,

someone has got that number

# All right

# I said, yeah

# I said, yeah

# Listen to what I say

# Listen to what I say

# Oh, I said hear me now

# Yeah, yeah...

(Radio switches on)

MARGARET THATCHER:

...they think it's attractive

to offer to the young

a future wholly controlled

by the operation of the socialist state...

(Chatter)

...two days for me, I think.

- Next Tuesday?

Yeah.

Wa-hey, nice flares, matey!

Piss off.

(Boy giggles)

- Are you gonna buy that?

- Yeah. Yeah, one sec, mate.

Come on. Bring it over.

(Giggles again)

Just give me a minute.

BO Y:
I'll just check...

- It's not a library, you know.

- I was fricking reading that.

- You what?

- I said, I was fricking reading it.

- Just go.

- What?

Just go.

What about my Cola Cubes?

You're not gonna get any.

Now, just go, all right?

Cola Cubes.

I know who you are

and I know your mum. Go. Now.

- Cola Cubes.

- Are you gonna go or not?

- No.

- Right, OK, I'll call the police.

- Go on, then.

- I mean it, I'm gonna call 'em.

- Go on, then.

- I mean it.

- Go on, then.

- We'll see.

All right. I'm going.

Oh, and you're banned.

Oh, and you're a mong.

Hey, see you, Janice!

Oh, God, what a loser.

Loser!

- Look at that twat.

- There?

F***ing hell, look at them flares. Goof!

Goofy.

Oi, oi.

Talking to me?

What?

Never knew Keith Chegwin had a son.

Piss off.

- What the f*** are they?

- These? I'm wearing 'em for a bet.

- What's your excuse?

- Cheeky bastard.

- Woodstock's that way, pal.

- F*** off.

At least I don't look like Count Dracula.

- Think you're funny, you little spaz?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Wanna hear a f***ing joke, yeah?

- Yeah, go on, then.

How many people can you fit in a Mini?

I don't f***ing know.

Three in the back, two in the front

and your f***ing dad in the ashtray.

You f***er!

(Chanting):
Fight, fight, fight, fight!

- I'll f***ing murder you.

- Get off!

- You f***ing...

- Get up!

- F***ing...

- Shut up!

You f***ing bastard.

What the f*** are you bothered about?

You f***ing...

Do not use that language.

Headmaster's office now.

- (Jeering)

- I'm fed up with you.

(Thwack of cane)

BULLY:
Argh.

- (Thwack of cane)

- Aargh!

- (Thwack of cane)

- Argh!

(Thwack of cane, bully whimpers)

(Thwack of cane)

HEADMASTER:
There's a disco today, Harvey.

But you won't be going.

Now get out!

Come in, Field.

# SOFT CELL:
Tainted Love

# For I toss and turn

I can't sleep at night...

# This tainted love you've given

I give you all a boy...

YOUTH:
... it's gotta be smoother.

- Make it smooth.

- That's nice.

That were nice. Oh, yeah.

- Now we got a rhythm going.

- Piss off. I just wanna light my fag.

For God's sake.

- All right, mate?

- All right.

'Ey up, what's the matter?

Nothing.

What's with t'face ache?

You look upset. What's to do?

It's people picking on me,

taking the mick out of me.

Oh, mate, you're breaking my heart.

Sit down for five minutes.

- Why?

- Woody, look at them flares.

See what I mean?

That's what I f***ing mean, there.

You can see he's upset.

Will you behave with the flare comments?

- They're bad...

- Come on. Five minutes.

- Just come and sit down, mate.

- But you'll all just pick on me.

- Everyone does.

- Oh, come and sit down, mate.

I feel bloody sorry for you.

Just five minutes.

Just give me five minutes

to make you feel better.

Come on, mate. Bloody hell!

It can't be that bad, eh?

So what's this?

Who's picking on you, lad?

Some lad at school.

- What's his name?

- Harvey.

Harvey?

(Sniggering)

What sort of a bloody girl's name

is Harvey?

(In posh voice):
Hello. I'm Harvey.

And I've come to give you gyp.

(Laughter)

I've got one of these for you,

Sonny Jim.

I've got one of those for you.

My name is Harvey.

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