The Fence (2022) Movie Script
Yeah, that's he.
[policeman] Oi!
You got a licence?
Yeah.
Wait there.
[reggae music]
I bought my baby a red radio
He played it all day
Get back here you
little bastard.
He liked to dance to
it down in the streets
He said he loved me
but he loved the beat
[Groans in pain]
I rotate the dial
I bought my baby a red radio
He said he loved
me but he had to go
- Two.
- Two quid.
Cheers.
I bought my baby...
Aah.
It's about one-fouty-six but
I threw in an extra piece
because it's the
last of the cut.
- Oh, cheers.
- That's all right,
- Do you want a receipt?
- No, it's fine.
[paper rustling]
There you go. Have a good one.
You too.
What about Friday?
Yeah. Nightmare. Uh, look,
my sister's kids are
over in Caerphilly.
I've got to pick them up,
I can't get back in time.
What about the till?
Steve could do it. We
just have to fill him in.
Are you sure?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
He's a good kid.
Look, just make sure
he does it, all right?
No problem.
- Everything all right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
That's just the
old area manager.
There's your wages there.
What's he here for?
Well, next week I'm
not around on Friday
and that's the cash up day
so I'm going to
need you to do it.
Right.
Now, you've been
here long enough
so I'm gonna tell you
something, all right?
From now on, whenever
anyone buys something, yeah?
You, pen and paper,
make a little note
of how much they paid
Then, O-level mathematics,
knock off 10% and key that
into the till, alright?
Not the actual cost.
- Nick it?
- Yeah.
But clever bit, you still
puts it all in the till.
Then end of the week, Friday,
you can look at all they notes
and you'll see how
much you can take out.
Is this a test or something?
- No, it's not test.
- Feels like a test.
Yeah, it ain't a
test. It ain't a test.
Look, the goal is
10% of the week
Call it 200 quid.
What about the receipts?
We just say to them, oh,
sorry, sir, sorry madam.
Nightmare. Run out
of paper today.
Something like that, yeah?
Get creative.
Now, there you go.
That's your extra.
Of that 200, it's 100 for me,
60 for the area manager, 40
between you and the boys.
Got it?
- Yeah.
- Yeah. It's a good thing, yeah?
40 quid, get down Woolies.
Sort yourself out.
All right then.
Lovely. Ooh. And do say hi to
that lovely mother of yours.
Ey?
Charge!
[reggae music]
[Ma] How was your day love?
Yeah, not too bad.
Want a cup of tea?
Nah, I won't be long.
Keep the kettle warm.
You're going to get
that thing then.
- That's for you.
- Not on the laundry.
Thanks, my babber.
[ringing]
Mint.
All right.
All yours. You know
what you're doing?
Yeah, I'll be fine.
What are you going to do
about your pushbike then?
I'll come back for it. Can you
Keep it out the way for a day or
Yeah, no worries.
Take it steady and don't
go leaving it lying around.
I won't.
And if you ain't back,
I'm selling that mind!
[engine roars]
[children shouting]
My mum says ghosts
can't go to new places.
That's stupid.
Why don't they talk to us?
Well, why don't we talk to them?
Because there's two of us
and like a pack of them.
Like a pack of wolves.
Plus I hear Jane's
with Gary Smart.
And he'll kick the shit out
of us for even looking at her.
Gary Smart's like 28.
Why can 16 year old girls
go with 28 year old blokes?
Fat chance of a 28-year-old
being seen with me.
Well they mature
quicker apparently.
Well that fucking
bouncy ball don't help!
[engine roaring]
Yes, mate!
Woohoo!
Cheers Den.
I thought you were getting
the one-eight-five?
Ended up a little short and I
just couldn't wait any longer.
Beats walking.
- Fair enough.
Little though, innit?
- Leave it out.
Smaller than the bus you take.
All right, all right. I
keep saving for a car.
My cousin's going to sell
me his Dolomite Sprint.
Mate's rates.
You need a job to
save don't you?
[laughter]
What's with the daps Den?
Well I tried to nick
a pair down Woolworths
But the bloody store
detective nearly had me
so I only grabbed the one.
Well you're halfway there.
Better than rubber boots.
I wore wellies to
school for a month once.
I remember. [laughs]
Oi.
You take people On
the back of that?
Um, probably.
Start it up then.
I want to do the thing.
[engine roars]
[engine roars]
Yeah, biker chick.
- Thanks.
- That's all right.
It's money then.
If you're not 30, it's
money and stuff, you need.
What, you ditching us already?
I thought i'd take
it down the track.
What without us?
I'll take you later.
Got to get used to it first
before I give you a go.
[engine roaring]
[mimicking bike]
Woohoo!
See the way she looked at him?
- Don't be jealous.
- I'm not.
I am.
Forty winks in the
lobby, make mine a G
Then to our favourite hobby
Searching for an enemy
Here in our paper houses
Stretching for miles and miles
Old men in stripy trousers
Rule the world
with plastic smiles
Is Andy about?
- That tea still cold?
- Cheek.
Does your brother know
you're taking that?
Yeah.
You be careful on that
thing. Bloody death traps.
Oh, Steve, don't.
That's disgusting.
Have you seen my fags?
No.
Where the bloody
hell have they gone?
You should be more careful.
You're going back
out on it then?
- Do you want to see it?
- No I bloody don't.
Don't give it to dad. All right?
Treat yourself.
I haven't seen you get
anything new in ages.
But no fags. Telling
you, they're death traps.
Don't give what to dad?
I'm going down the pub.
I won't let the
sun go down on me
I won't let the sun go down
Hello. I'd like to report
a stolen motorbike.
Yes.
My name's Steven Knight.
I'd like to report
a stolen motorbike.
Is the bike yours?
Yeah.
Steven Night.
Knight with a K.
Right.
And when was it stolen, Steven?
About half an hour
ago. Six o'clock.
And whereabouts from?
Outside my house.
I live at 85 Coles
Road, Hartcliffe.
Oh Tina,
85 Coles Road, Hartcliffe.
Is that Andrew Knight's address?
- Yeah, I think it is.
All right. Cheers love.
Not related to an
Andrew Knight, are we?
Yeah. He's my brother.
Well, we'll get someone
on it as soon as possible.
Don't you need to
know what the bike is?
Yes.
It's a red Honda XL one-two-five
License plate is SAE 248V.
Right. We'll be in touch.
You know what
you're doing right?
Mm-hmm. It's this
guy down here, innit?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Mate, easy.
All right, all right.
- Rich.
- Hey you alright Steve?
Whoa, You look like
you seen a ghost mate?
I need to talk to
you about something.
Yeah, yeah, no worries.
Just give me a minute,
yeah? Two secs.
What's the crack today then?
We're about to sell
these toy chains
to that wife-beating
prick down there.
What, you're just gonna go up to
No. He'll come to me.
I've got Jace down there
talking All the big bollocks
about me doing over
some jewellers.
He'll have a nose.
Yeah, come get it fatty.
- Are you Ritchie?
- Well that depends who's asking
Well, I'm asking.
Are you looking for something?
Yeah I might be.
All right.
They were 100 pound a piece
in the shop. I do you for 60.
- 30.
- 45.
Deal.
Just robbed that dumb
chalky. Check these out.
Proper... Gert Lush!
[laughs] Take the fucking shot.
What are you doing
down here anyway?
- Bought the bike today, the XL.
- Oh nice one.
What you crash it or something?
- No. Someone stole it.
- What?
Took it right outside the house.
Well, did you get a
good look at them?
- No.
- Shit.
- You tried the coppers?
- Waste of time.
As soon as they clocked
I was Andy's brother,
it was over.
- Wankers.
Think you can ask around
the fences for me.
Yeah. I'll get digging.
Can't be anyone local though.
- Cheers, Rich.
- Right.
Let's get out of
here before he finds
the Made in China
stamps on those chains.
- You serious?
- No, but they are super fake.
[upbeat rock music]
Poor Liz.
Yeah, she could do a lot better.
Didn't she go out with
Andy at one point?
Ain't Wayne a fence?
Yeah, but he's a
shithouse, mate.
He'd steal from his own mum
and sell it back to her.
Ritchie.
Wayne.
You wouldn't happen to
know anything about a bike
going missing today, would you?
Cause I know how you
like your bikes and that?
Well, do you know anyone...
- Oi! Wog.
Jog on.
[shudders]
Yeah. That's right mate.
You know who that is, don't you?
Andy Knight's little brother.
- I saw that.
- What?
That was your ex's little
brother, wasn't it?
I don't know. So?
Oi!
When did you last hear from him?
- Who? Him?
- No. You daft cow.
Andy or whatever his name is.
Years ago.
Well don't go getting any fuckin
[car engine roars]
[whimpering]
God's sake.
Den?
[knocking on door]
I fucking tried that,
didn't I? Locked.
Come on.
[mumbles drunkenly]
There it is.
Oh, hey Steve.
- Hey, Den.
[Ma] That's not
Dennis again, is it?
Yeah, muh.
[Muh] [Muh] Just put him
on the sofa if you like.
Thanks muh.
[sniffs]
Oh.
[laughing ]
[mumbling]
Come on, mate.
Thank you sir.
[mumbling]
Night, my love.
Night, night.
Bet you're glad you don't
have to get up as early.
Why's that?
You got your motorbike now.
Oh yeah.
Den, time to wake
up mate. Aaargh!
Where are your clothes?
- I don't know.
How did I get here?
[Steve] For God's sake.
What's this for?
- Glueing stuff.
- Stuff, what stuff?
Models.
- Models.
- Yeah, planes and stuff.
You having me on?
No.
Gonna show me these models then?
Yeah, if you want.
What time is it?
About ten.
Get up. We got to go.
- Where?
- Track.
You riding the bike?
No, someone stole it.
You're joking.
Grab a tea and
toast. Let's gel on.
Yeah.
Brown bread. I didn't
know you were fucking gay.
[bike engine roaring]
I don't know these mind.
[Dennis] I know one of
them. That's Kevin Jenkins.
- [Stephen] Is he all right?
- [Dennis] Not really.
I heard he's so poor his family
walk around with candles.
- Candles?
- Yeah. To light the rooms.
Their electricity
got cut off ages ago.
It's like a fucking medieval
Robin Hood film or something.
Jesus.
[laughs]
- [Stephen] All right?
- Yeah.
So I had a bike
stolen yesterday.
Right. And?
- Well...
- Yeah, I stole it, all right?
You what?
No, mate. I didn't
steal your bike.
Or maybe I did. Yeah,
like I'd tell you.
You know what I mean?
Where did you leave it anyway?
Out the front of my house.
Oh. Pretty stupid
then, wasn't it?
Has anyone come down here and
offered anything about an XL
or said anything about any parts
No.
Well, thanks anyway.
Yeah. Cheers. Candles.
- What?
- Thanks for the help, candles.
What did you say?
I said Prince John is banging
up the taxes on matches.
So the Sheriff of Nottingham
told me to tell you
that he's coming for
all your candles.
How are you going
to see at night.
Please candles. Don't
hit me, candles.
I'll get the Sheriff
of Nottingham on you.
[laughing]
[laughs]
Candles!
[bike engine roars]
- All right?
- Someone did come down here
offering some XL
parts. Big lad.
Says his name was Charlie.
- Charlie?
- I'm not a grass,
I just feel bad for you, innit?
Charlie? Could be
Charlie Bourne.
He's pretty scummy.
I don't know much about him
except no one around
here buys off him.
Oi, are those CB radios?
Yeah.
I need to start shifting
them soon though.
They're starting to get
a bit plebby, innit?
What? My twig's
bigger than yours?
Oh, I can speak to
someone in Scotland.
Yeah, mint mate!
- [laughs]
- Plebs.
Didn't you have a CB radio?
Yeah. So You don't want to like
buy another one, Rich, do you?
[Richie] No, you're
all right, mate.
You think you can find out
where this kid lives then?
Hmm.
Mark might know more about him.
Mark!
- [Mark] Yeah.
- Charlie Bourne.
Knobhead!
Well, do you know
anything about him?
[Mark] What?!
Do you know anything about him?
- Mark!
- He's fat and dodgy.
Well, Steve thinks he might
have nicked something.
[Mark] He's definitely
nicked something.
Heard he's got a garage
over Knowle West.
Well, do you know
which lot it is?
[Mark] No, you should
ask ice cream Mike.
He knows people who Knowle.
Who's ice cream Mike?
An ice cream guy called Mike.
Wow. Really?
Shut up. He's
from Knowle okay.
Do you wanna check it out?
- Yeah.
- Cool.
- Oh, what? Now?
- Yeah.
All right.
Let me just go get my jacket.
Are those battons?
Uh, yeah. I've been flogging
them to the Hartcliffe kids.
That lot are for
the Withywooders.
Supply and demand, you know?
Speaking of which
that's probably
where Mike is right now.
[bell ringing]
All right, kid. Let's have
a look what you got then.
Nice one. Good lad.
There you are.
Ritchie Young.
I was just thinking about you.
- Oh, yeah?
I've got some specialist lab
gear you might be interested in.
I'll give it a look.
I'm surprised you're
still here actually.
You know me, lads. I had to see
a man about a dog, didn't I?
Plus hardest kid in
school fight today.
Should be a good one.
You the hardest kid in Hartcliff
Yeah.
You the hardest
kid in Withywood?
Let's have it then.
[cheering]
We're looking for
a garage in Knowle.
Used by a guy called
Charlie Bourne.
- Who?
- Charlie Bourne.
Yeah. I might know
who you're on about.
I mean, I don't know him.
I have seen him knocking
about some garages.
Oh. That will do.
Could we pinch a lift?
[cheering]
Yeah. Go on then. Hop in.
I know what you've
been up to you toe rag.
I have been watching you.
Did you think you'd
get away with it?
You clear off and
you don't come back.
I'm telling all the
schools about you.
And any more, I will
call the police.
Fuck me.
And you lot can sod off in all!
[grunts]
[Dennis laughs]
Well there's a man I know
At least I used to years ago
I didn't really mind
He used to come
'round all the time
Of course, he had to be fed
I had to give him a bed
He used to kip on my sofa
They used to call him a loafer
[engine halting]
[door opens]
Oi, dont take the piss,
this thing aint taxed mind!
As if. Get in the back.
[gurgles]
All right, I'm going to
go check these ones, okay?
All right.
[keys jingling]
Shit.
[exhales]
Is it yours?
[metal clangs]
Even if it ain't...
This ain't good.
Well, we got his address.
Steve.
What do you want to do?
Get my brother.
Why don't we just go there now?
No. You've done enough
I'll take Andy with me.
But isn't he on bail?
Gary, how many times?
Not today, mate.
Can you even read?
I can bleeding count.
Jobsworth.
I'm a jobsworth.
Piss off, Andy.
Careful, or I'll be having
a word with the old man.
[laughs]
Did you just fucking slap me?
[grunting]
Just a friendly reminder
that the factory will be
closing early this Friday.
What do you want
me to do? Sack him?
Yeah, that'd be good.
I can't do that, And, all right?
His mother would kill me.
Nepotism.
What?
Nepotism.
What's nepotism?
It's when people give
unfair advantages
to people they're related to.
I can't have you
assaulting people.
Assaults a bit
strong, all right?
You hit him.
Yeah, but there's
hitting someone
and then there's
hitting someone.
What sort of example
would I be setting?
What sort of example
are you setting?
And for the record,
he started it,
tried to throttle me.
Look, And, I like you.
You've been here a long time.
But you don't even like it here.
Look, you're smart, right?
You use long words like...
was it?
- Nepotism.
Yeah. Yeah.
I think it'd be best
thing for everyone.
There's no jobs at
the minute, Mart.
Sorry, And.
And with the whole
police thing, you know.
You're not going to
mention it, are you?
Oh, God, no.
Aaron's had enough
set-to's with them already.
No, you can do better.
Trust me.
[exhales]
- What was it like?
- What?
Hitting him.
I only slapped him, Mart.
Oh.
- Am I still sacked?
- Yeah.
No, I was just imagining it.
Very satisfying.
Can you describe
the sound it made?
Right.
Did his head sort of
bounce off anything?
Cheers, Mart.
- Oi!
- I'm sorry.
- Not smiling now, are you?
- No.
- Fat prick.
- Oi!
[laughs]
One more word out of you
And there will be more of me com
Now you know how it is.
Oh!
[grunts]
- Now, who's not smiling.
- Thank you.
Get off my car.
Unless you want to get run over,
I suggest you get
out of the way.
Oi, are you sure
you don't need me.
Yeah, I'll be fine.
Yeah, 'cause I'm pretty game
for getting punched again.
- I'm not looking for a fight.
- He might still have my bike.
Oh, and that's why
you're taking Andy then.
- He drives.
- M-mm.
How do you afford
this stuff anyway?
Why do you care?
Somebody has to.
Don't want to find you against a walls?
- Right.
Listen, I'm just going to
find this bike, all right?
Then I'm all yours. All right?
Who's that?
Right. Get out of the
fucking car. Cheers boys.
Say hello to your mum.
- I will.
I heard she's fit.
[engine roars]
What's he talking to him for?
Oh look at these motherfuckers.
Oi! Peter Pan!
Where's your shadow?!
[laughs]
Shadow?
- What was that?
- What was what?
What you talking to them for?
Just talking Fence stuff.
Placing orders like. They
got so Alright gear you know.
Look.
Just use another
fence next time.
Whatever. What are
you two doing anyway?
We're trying to find
his bike, innit?
- Yeah somebody stole it.
- Already?
He left it outside his house.
Not the best idea.
Yeah. People keep saying that.
- I don't.
- So what are you going to do?
Well, we know where it is so
I'm gonna head down there now.
Anything I can do to help?
Nah, I can handle it.
All right. I'll probably
be at the social later.
You going with him?
- No.
He says he wants to
hurt him not kill him.
Too right.
Well, I'm gonna go test
this little bad boy
out down the pond if you fancy i
All right. I'll
see you tonight.
And you're gonna
show me them models.
Best of luck.
Cheers.
- You managed to get the glue?
- Yeah.
All right. I got the bags.
I managed to get some gear
on the cheap, and all.
How the fuck did you manage that
Ter.
- What?
- Look after him, all right?
All right, mum.
That still hot?
- Yeah.
- Nice.
You want one?
You all right?
Well...
I just beat up a stranger.
Who was beating up a fat bloke
that he threw against my car.
And right before that
I got sacked so mixed!
Why did you get sacked?
For doing the right thing.
I slapped the boss' son.
- Why?
- He pulled my hair.
Actually, it's because
he's a lazy shithouse.
But the hair thing was the
thing that set it off proper.
A bit girly, innit?
Slapping him.
He pulled my hair.
You?
You know how I said I left
the bike in the garage.
Yeah.
I lied. It got stolen.
- Steve.
- I left it out the front.
- Well, that was daft.
- Yeah, I know.
I was going to
ask for your help.
You mean give you a lift?
No, I could have got a lift.
You're just better
with these things.
Yeah, well, I wish
I wasn't sometimes.
Did you report it?
- Yeah.
- How'd that go?
Are you Andrew Knight's brother?
Like that's your fault.
It's nothing to do with you.
I'm pushing my luck
as it is, Steve.
I know. It's fine.
It's fine.
I can fix it myself.
Well I can give you
that lift at least.
When?
- Soon as.
All right.
I just got to do
something, though.
Fuck it.
Woh.
You ready?
Right. Let's crack on then.
[whispers] Jeez.
[door opens]
- Well, is that him?
- I don't know.
- What the fuck?
- I think so.
What do you mean you think so?
I don't know. He
didn't look like that.
It was five fucking
minutes ago, Dave.
How hard did you hit
your head for fuck sake?
Is that your car?
- Yeah.
- Do you recognise this man?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, that's him.
Well, I strongly suggest
you invite us in.
Right then. Why
did you hit my guy?
He threw someone into my car.
You forgot to mention that.
He hit me with a bat.
If you throw
someone into my car,
you'll be praying
for a bleeding bat.
Well, that changes things.
I feel a right prat now!
[door closes]
Hello.
Andy. No. What have
you done to your head?
- Muh.
- No.
You look like one of those...
You look like... You
look like one of those.
- Muh.
- Erm...
Please.
Later.
Can I get anyone a drink?
No, thanks, dear. We rather
rudely helped ourselves.
Well what were you going to say?
What was I going to say?
Basically, he's hurt and
you need to sort it out.
Right.
It's clear that
you're pretty handy
so what say you do me a favour
and we call it evens?
- You what?
- Shut your fucking mouth Dave!
[utensils clanging]
Well, I happen to
be very available.
Lovely jubbly. Well, Ladder
here will take your number
and we'll be in touch.
My name's Chris Gibbs.
But call me Gibsy.
Andy, I knew who you were.
Well, you should have said.
But seriously, don't
duck my call. All right?
You got it.
What just happened?
- New job, maybe.
- [Ma] New job?
You've already got a job.
- I had to leave it.
- Andrew!
- Like I said,
I might have a new one.
- Might?
- That was Chris Gibbs.
You know who he is?
He owns the biggest scaffolding
company in Bristol, Ma.
I just worry about
you boys, that's all.
We know, ma.
It's not like I can put it back.
It's bleeding awful.
[car door closes]
Right. Where's this prick live?
- Knowle West.
- Knowle West?
This is going to get lively.
Got his address as well.
Grab us the atlas.
You uh, You bringing a tool?
What? No.
That's all right. I've
got a few in the boot.
- What do we need weapons for?
- In case he's black.
I'm just messing.
In case he's massive. Did you
see the size of that Ladder blok
Could be his dad
for all we know.
Look And, we ain't
looking for a fight, yeah.
He might still have my bike.
Right.
[engine roars]
Do you actually listen to this?
Want to walk?
[music over stereo]
Fucking Knowle Westers.
[engine roars]
That's it.
All right.
Wait here.
[car horn]
[laughs]
[door opens]
Who are you?
I'm looking for Charlie.
What do you want him for?
I heard he sells
bike parts and stuff?
I don't know nothing
about any parts.
He ain't here
anyway. So clear off!
[door bangs ]
Oh dear.
Psycho! Give it a rest!
God's sake, you
fucking idiot. Psycho!
[door bangs]
[car door closes]
Any good?
No.
Shit.
You wouldn't happen to be
Charlie Bourne, would you?
Yeah.
What do you want?
What?
Oh shit!
You stole my bike
you fucking prick.
I don't know nothing
about no bike.
Bollocks.
You owe me a new bike shithead!
Grab him, And!
He's a bit big.
- The fuck is that lot then?
- I don't know.
I don't even live here.
- Charlie!
- What's going on here?
- She seems to know you.
- I don't know her.
- What's this about?
Let him go. Get
off my property now
or I'll get my dog on
you. I swear to God...
- She needs to shut up.
- Mum!
Get Psycho.
- Shit.
- [grunts]
How dare you? Get out my way.
- Look.
- Don't touch me. I'll rip
your fucking face off.
Just stop making noise.
You fucking want
some, you bald prick.
Oh.
[thumps]
Genuinely an accident.
But she swung first.
We all saw that.
Right. Listen, mate.
I've been through too
bleeding much today
to leave here without nothing.
You understand?
[Andy] Jesus Christ.
So what you got?
- Fancy a scooter?
- Fucking funny.
Well, look, mate. It's
all I got at the moment.
They're worth a
few bob you know?
Oh Ahh.
You got any dosh left
over from my bike?
I might.
Go on.
- Keep going.
- 150.
300 and the scooter.
We'll call it square.
[Andy laughs]
Very nice.
There's no way
you'd have stole that bike
if you knew it was ours.
- I nicked it for order.
- For who?
- I ain't a grass
You are today.
And I'd say they'd
stitched you up a bit here.
Pickets.
Wayne Picket? Bastard.
What did he say?
He gave me the address and
I chucked it in the van.
You don't say a word about this.
You don't tell them nothing.
- Understand?
- [Charlie] I won't.
- Good.
- [grunts]
That's for lying.
Look, mate, I'm just
trying to get by.
[Andy] Yeah, well, you
picked the wrong house.
If I hear you said
anything, I'll be back.
And I'm sorry about your mum.
What now then?
I don't know.
You all right?
- He was just unlucky.
- Nah, he's scum.
- Is he though?
- Yeah, he took your shit.
So you took his shit.
That's how it works.
You want a word with
the Pickets, then?
Not really. I mean...
I got a bike.
Yeah. But it ain't right, is it?
What you want it to kick off do
Take it steady.
They things are
pretty nippy, mind.
[mimicking]
[engine roars]
[indistinct chatter]
Hey, Steve.
- Yeah you alright Teen?
- Not bad, thanks.
Me and Max are going
shoplifting down town tomorrow.
Anything we can get you?
No. I'm all right. Thanks.
No, worries.
Cheer up, mate.
[man] Steve, Max. Wait up!
I thought you said 150.
You said it was a one-eight-five
Turns out it was a one-two-five.
30 quid, mind!
You're lucky to get even that.
So shut up and fuck off.
[door opening]
[sniffing]
Oi!
Eddie Kidd.
Find your wheels?
Ooh.
Here we go again.
I'll keep my ear to the ground.
What?
[engine roaring]
[exhales]
Oi.
You're gonna laugh when you
see what I've got outside.
Den.
Den.
Den, wake up, mate.
[thuds]
[exhales]
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight
I don't wanna be a number
Just like being a prisoner
I just wanna stay free
Don't wanna be a number three
O I don't wanna be a
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Signing on the dot
Got my name on a form
Thought I had it made
They treat you just insane
O I don't wanna be no
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
You are just a number
Hey girl
Move a little closer
You're too shy shy,
hush-hush, eye to eye
Too shy shy,
hush-hush, eye to eye
Too shy shy, hush-hush
Modern medicine falls
short of your complaint
Try a little harder
You're moving in
circles, won't you dilate?
Ooh, baby try
Hey girl
Move a little closer
Oh, Jesus Christ!
How long you been there for?
Long enough.
- Man.
- [laughs]
[exhales]
What did you do to your head?
You one of them skins now, then?
No, it's just cheaper.
- Suits you.
- What? The cheap look? Thanks.
You uh... You busy?
I was thinking of
going pictures.
- To see what?
- Jaws.
- There's another one?
- Yeah.
That's going to be bad.
No this one's got
Indiana Jones in it.
- It doesn't.
- Yeah, it does.
- It can't.
- Why can't it?
Well, I don't know. It
just doesn't sound right,
does it?
- [laughs]
So?
Uh...
I need a favour.
What kind of favour?
A big one.
I need a hand and nobody...
I don't have anyone
that will help me.
[knocking]
[door opens]
I need a gun.
[laughs] What?
[engine roars]
Aren't you on bail or something?
Not exactly. I'm...
I'm on a suspended sentence.
What's that?
It's where I've done something
but I won't get done for that
unless I do something else.
What did you do?
- Assault.
- Who'd you assault?
A copper. And they don't
like it when you do that,
especially in self-defence.
We go inside, we get your things
and we walk straight to the car.
[car doors close]
[Liz] Are you nervous?
- [Andy] No.
- [Liz] Are you gonna hit him?
Hopefully not.
Hang tight.
[knocking]
[door opens]
- Wayne!
- [Wayne] What?
[boy] She's back.
Get in.
Don't be thick.
Go on.
I know who you are, mate.
Thought I'd be seeing
you around some time.
What now then?
Tough nut?
'Cause I'd say gel on...
before I split you in
two. How about that?
And you can tell your
little brother that and all
in case he gets any ideas.
You better keep that on you.
Right.
[car door closes]
[engine roars]
What the fuck was
that then, ey? Ey?
This ain't Brixton. I
don't sell guns, Steve.
[sighs]
All right, look.
It is bad, mate. All
right? It's really sad.
But these things happen.
It was an accident
waiting to happen.
Fuck that.
But killing's a bit
strong though innit?
You're either with
me or I'm off.
You're mental.
[engine roars]
Sharon?
Sharon!
Open up!
Who are you?
I'm here to check the meter.
- [Steve] The community gun?
- [Richie] Yeah.
- [Steve] Never heard of it.
- Well, that's the whole point.
No one's supposed
to know about it.
How do you know about it?
Well, Mark told me he'd
seen it once years ago.
And they hide it down here?
No. They hide it
in different places
and only certain people
get to know where it is.
- Who are they?
- Well, I don't know.
I don't ask. The sort
of people who have guns.
I've never felt like
shooting anybody, Steve.
So you don't even
know if it's here.
You wanted a gun. This
is the best I can do.
Maybe go ask a farmer next time.
[grunts]
[box clanging]
Oh, thank Christ.
[exhales]
[box clanging]
Hey.
It's for the best.
Come on. Let's get out of here.
They still got to pay, Rich.
Yeah fair enough.
But none of this
killing bollocks.
[drawer banging ]
I see you found your tool.
Going somewhere?
- No.
What is it?
Pickets.
You want to do
them for the bike?
- No.
- Well, what then?
They're scum.
I thought you didn't
want a big kick off.
- Well, now I do.
- Why?
It's not worth it,
Steve. Trust me.
I can't come with you.
- Fine!
I'm getting past you.
Fucking stop!
I'll meet you by the car.
I see that nothing's changed
Insist on playing games
Some waste of time you are
And you're so popular
Well this is it you bitch
I've got to make a switch
You find some other john
I know what's goin' on
Your move
What do I have to lose?
Stalemate
Too late, too late
I thought you were for real
Just one more rip-off deal
Don't give me all that crap
I just escaped your trap
You think you see the joke
[car doors close]
- He's got an axe, mind.
- What?
[door bangs]
I guess we wait.
[exhales]
Don't get too comfortable.
What do you mean
he's got an axe?
I'll call the police.
[laughs]
You'll call the police?
Uh... Yeah.
Where is your phone?
How fast are you?
I'll do you a deal.
Tell us where they are
and we won't smash
you to pieces.
What, you think I'm some snitch?
Yup.
Fuck.
Ah, it's my lucky day!
[gasping]
Aah!
Not so fucking
hard now, are you?
Drop it.
He deserves it.
If he ain't hard with
it, you ain't either.
We ain't fucking butchers.
I mean, you are, but give it.
[cleaver clanging]
Stay there!
Psychopath.
You hear me shithead?
This ends here, all right?
You don't sell your shit
around here any more
and you keep the
fuck out the way.
We're square, all right?
Now I'm going to go
break your brother.
Unlike you, he won't have the
luxury of this conversation.
You'll have to tell him I had hi
Can you pass that on?
Good.
[engine roaring]
- Wait here.
- No chance.
Steve, get back in the car.
Steve.
- What?!
This is what I do.
You say everything's alright
I say nothing
can go right, yeah
Oh what a game you can play
Sad days add to confusion
Sad ways end in
dillusion, yeah
That's the name of the game
Well I know your love is rough
And the road you take is tough
But I just can't get enough
Chequered love
Touch me, do what you want to
Say no, then, I just need you
Babe, your gonna
drive me insane
You are man for all seasons
You are man with
no reasons, yeah
You're the man with no pain
Well I know your love is rough
And the road you take is tough
But I just can't get enough
Chequered love
Oh I can't let go
Oh I can't let go
'Cos I need you so tonight
Where's your axe?
[grunts]
[heavy breathing]
Steve.
That's your mate, innit?
No.
- Did you get him?
- Yeah.
He pissed himself.
[engine roars]
[Andy] Here. That
new Jaws movie's
got Indiana Jones in it, right?
[Steve] That
doesn't sound right.
[Andy] Why's
everyone saying that?
[Steve] You're thinking
of Dennis Quaid.
[Andy] Well, they
look the bloody same.
[knocking]
- Steven Knight?
- Yeah.
[officer] You're Steven Knight?
What, did you find my bike?
No. We're here to arrest you.
- What?
- Yes. You're coming with us
for the assault
of Charlie Bourne.
- You're having a laugh?
- No.
If you'd like to grab your coat
and make your way to the car.
I hit him.
Beg your pardon.
I hit Charlie Bourne.
You've made a mistake.
- And you admit that?
- Yeah.
Let's take him.
All right, then.
Grab your kit, Andrew
What you doing?
Just shut up, all right?
[engine roaring]
[door closes ]
- Steven.
- Yep.
Something the matter?
No.
Afternoon. Oh, sorry,
are you closing?
Yeah, but go on. It's fine.
Not much left mind,
just some pig hearts.
Um... Okay, I'll have
one of them, please.
Not a fan of pig hearts?
- No, not really.
- Nor am I.
The wife likes them.
How long you been
working here now?
About eight months.
Do you like it here?
I like the work.
I like dealing with people.
Job's a job these days.
Do you want to
continue doing it?
- Probably not.
- Why is that?
Pay's not great.
I spend a lot time just
saving up for things.
It's 20p by the way.
- Oh.
Well, how about a bank?
I sell mortgages and insurance.
Would that interest you?
In a bank?
Definitely.
Well, I've just moved to
the bank across the street
Are you offering me a job?
Well, no, but you
seem a nice kid.
I'm just saying come
in for an interview,
see how it goes.
My manager's nagging me
to bring in some
younger folk, so...
Okay, yeah.
I'll do that.
I'm Paul, by the way.
Uh, Steve.
All right, Steve.
I'll see you soon.
Oh, you don't have
a criminal record.
No arrests, stuff like that?
No.
[engine roars]
- Brother home, young, man?
- No, he got pinched.
- Did he?
- Yeah.
He'll be out in
about three months.
What did he do?
- He hit someone.
- Again? They deserve it?
Definitely.
Well you tell him he's still
got a job with me, all right?
Not a worry, all right?
We'll sort him out.
Fucking rozzers!
Yeah, he'll like that.
[bike engine roars]
Well, I'm standing
here looking at you
What do I see? I'm
looking straight through
It's so sad when you're young
To be told you're having fun
So unplug the jukebox
and do us all a favour
That music's lost its
taste so try another flavour
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Well, I'm standing
here, what do I see?
A big nothing threatening me
It's so sad when you're young
To be told you're having fun
So unplug the jukebox
and do us all a favour
That music's lost its
taste so try another flavour
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
So unplug the jukebox
and do us all a favour
That music's lost its
taste so try another flavour
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Don't tread on an ant,
he's done nothing to you
There might come a day
when he's treading on you
Don't tread on an ant,
you'll end up black and blue
You cut off his head,
legs come looking for you
So unplug the jukebox
and do us all a favour
That music's lost its
taste so try another flavour
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
So unplug the jukebox
and do us all a favour
That music's lost its
taste so try another flavour
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
[policeman] Oi!
You got a licence?
Yeah.
Wait there.
[reggae music]
I bought my baby a red radio
He played it all day
Get back here you
little bastard.
He liked to dance to
it down in the streets
He said he loved me
but he loved the beat
[Groans in pain]
I rotate the dial
I bought my baby a red radio
He said he loved
me but he had to go
- Two.
- Two quid.
Cheers.
I bought my baby...
Aah.
It's about one-fouty-six but
I threw in an extra piece
because it's the
last of the cut.
- Oh, cheers.
- That's all right,
- Do you want a receipt?
- No, it's fine.
[paper rustling]
There you go. Have a good one.
You too.
What about Friday?
Yeah. Nightmare. Uh, look,
my sister's kids are
over in Caerphilly.
I've got to pick them up,
I can't get back in time.
What about the till?
Steve could do it. We
just have to fill him in.
Are you sure?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
He's a good kid.
Look, just make sure
he does it, all right?
No problem.
- Everything all right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
That's just the
old area manager.
There's your wages there.
What's he here for?
Well, next week I'm
not around on Friday
and that's the cash up day
so I'm going to
need you to do it.
Right.
Now, you've been
here long enough
so I'm gonna tell you
something, all right?
From now on, whenever
anyone buys something, yeah?
You, pen and paper,
make a little note
of how much they paid
Then, O-level mathematics,
knock off 10% and key that
into the till, alright?
Not the actual cost.
- Nick it?
- Yeah.
But clever bit, you still
puts it all in the till.
Then end of the week, Friday,
you can look at all they notes
and you'll see how
much you can take out.
Is this a test or something?
- No, it's not test.
- Feels like a test.
Yeah, it ain't a
test. It ain't a test.
Look, the goal is
10% of the week
Call it 200 quid.
What about the receipts?
We just say to them, oh,
sorry, sir, sorry madam.
Nightmare. Run out
of paper today.
Something like that, yeah?
Get creative.
Now, there you go.
That's your extra.
Of that 200, it's 100 for me,
60 for the area manager, 40
between you and the boys.
Got it?
- Yeah.
- Yeah. It's a good thing, yeah?
40 quid, get down Woolies.
Sort yourself out.
All right then.
Lovely. Ooh. And do say hi to
that lovely mother of yours.
Ey?
Charge!
[reggae music]
[Ma] How was your day love?
Yeah, not too bad.
Want a cup of tea?
Nah, I won't be long.
Keep the kettle warm.
You're going to get
that thing then.
- That's for you.
- Not on the laundry.
Thanks, my babber.
[ringing]
Mint.
All right.
All yours. You know
what you're doing?
Yeah, I'll be fine.
What are you going to do
about your pushbike then?
I'll come back for it. Can you
Keep it out the way for a day or
Yeah, no worries.
Take it steady and don't
go leaving it lying around.
I won't.
And if you ain't back,
I'm selling that mind!
[engine roars]
[children shouting]
My mum says ghosts
can't go to new places.
That's stupid.
Why don't they talk to us?
Well, why don't we talk to them?
Because there's two of us
and like a pack of them.
Like a pack of wolves.
Plus I hear Jane's
with Gary Smart.
And he'll kick the shit out
of us for even looking at her.
Gary Smart's like 28.
Why can 16 year old girls
go with 28 year old blokes?
Fat chance of a 28-year-old
being seen with me.
Well they mature
quicker apparently.
Well that fucking
bouncy ball don't help!
[engine roaring]
Yes, mate!
Woohoo!
Cheers Den.
I thought you were getting
the one-eight-five?
Ended up a little short and I
just couldn't wait any longer.
Beats walking.
- Fair enough.
Little though, innit?
- Leave it out.
Smaller than the bus you take.
All right, all right. I
keep saving for a car.
My cousin's going to sell
me his Dolomite Sprint.
Mate's rates.
You need a job to
save don't you?
[laughter]
What's with the daps Den?
Well I tried to nick
a pair down Woolworths
But the bloody store
detective nearly had me
so I only grabbed the one.
Well you're halfway there.
Better than rubber boots.
I wore wellies to
school for a month once.
I remember. [laughs]
Oi.
You take people On
the back of that?
Um, probably.
Start it up then.
I want to do the thing.
[engine roars]
[engine roars]
Yeah, biker chick.
- Thanks.
- That's all right.
It's money then.
If you're not 30, it's
money and stuff, you need.
What, you ditching us already?
I thought i'd take
it down the track.
What without us?
I'll take you later.
Got to get used to it first
before I give you a go.
[engine roaring]
[mimicking bike]
Woohoo!
See the way she looked at him?
- Don't be jealous.
- I'm not.
I am.
Forty winks in the
lobby, make mine a G
Then to our favourite hobby
Searching for an enemy
Here in our paper houses
Stretching for miles and miles
Old men in stripy trousers
Rule the world
with plastic smiles
Is Andy about?
- That tea still cold?
- Cheek.
Does your brother know
you're taking that?
Yeah.
You be careful on that
thing. Bloody death traps.
Oh, Steve, don't.
That's disgusting.
Have you seen my fags?
No.
Where the bloody
hell have they gone?
You should be more careful.
You're going back
out on it then?
- Do you want to see it?
- No I bloody don't.
Don't give it to dad. All right?
Treat yourself.
I haven't seen you get
anything new in ages.
But no fags. Telling
you, they're death traps.
Don't give what to dad?
I'm going down the pub.
I won't let the
sun go down on me
I won't let the sun go down
Hello. I'd like to report
a stolen motorbike.
Yes.
My name's Steven Knight.
I'd like to report
a stolen motorbike.
Is the bike yours?
Yeah.
Steven Night.
Knight with a K.
Right.
And when was it stolen, Steven?
About half an hour
ago. Six o'clock.
And whereabouts from?
Outside my house.
I live at 85 Coles
Road, Hartcliffe.
Oh Tina,
85 Coles Road, Hartcliffe.
Is that Andrew Knight's address?
- Yeah, I think it is.
All right. Cheers love.
Not related to an
Andrew Knight, are we?
Yeah. He's my brother.
Well, we'll get someone
on it as soon as possible.
Don't you need to
know what the bike is?
Yes.
It's a red Honda XL one-two-five
License plate is SAE 248V.
Right. We'll be in touch.
You know what
you're doing right?
Mm-hmm. It's this
guy down here, innit?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Mate, easy.
All right, all right.
- Rich.
- Hey you alright Steve?
Whoa, You look like
you seen a ghost mate?
I need to talk to
you about something.
Yeah, yeah, no worries.
Just give me a minute,
yeah? Two secs.
What's the crack today then?
We're about to sell
these toy chains
to that wife-beating
prick down there.
What, you're just gonna go up to
No. He'll come to me.
I've got Jace down there
talking All the big bollocks
about me doing over
some jewellers.
He'll have a nose.
Yeah, come get it fatty.
- Are you Ritchie?
- Well that depends who's asking
Well, I'm asking.
Are you looking for something?
Yeah I might be.
All right.
They were 100 pound a piece
in the shop. I do you for 60.
- 30.
- 45.
Deal.
Just robbed that dumb
chalky. Check these out.
Proper... Gert Lush!
[laughs] Take the fucking shot.
What are you doing
down here anyway?
- Bought the bike today, the XL.
- Oh nice one.
What you crash it or something?
- No. Someone stole it.
- What?
Took it right outside the house.
Well, did you get a
good look at them?
- No.
- Shit.
- You tried the coppers?
- Waste of time.
As soon as they clocked
I was Andy's brother,
it was over.
- Wankers.
Think you can ask around
the fences for me.
Yeah. I'll get digging.
Can't be anyone local though.
- Cheers, Rich.
- Right.
Let's get out of
here before he finds
the Made in China
stamps on those chains.
- You serious?
- No, but they are super fake.
[upbeat rock music]
Poor Liz.
Yeah, she could do a lot better.
Didn't she go out with
Andy at one point?
Ain't Wayne a fence?
Yeah, but he's a
shithouse, mate.
He'd steal from his own mum
and sell it back to her.
Ritchie.
Wayne.
You wouldn't happen to
know anything about a bike
going missing today, would you?
Cause I know how you
like your bikes and that?
Well, do you know anyone...
- Oi! Wog.
Jog on.
[shudders]
Yeah. That's right mate.
You know who that is, don't you?
Andy Knight's little brother.
- I saw that.
- What?
That was your ex's little
brother, wasn't it?
I don't know. So?
Oi!
When did you last hear from him?
- Who? Him?
- No. You daft cow.
Andy or whatever his name is.
Years ago.
Well don't go getting any fuckin
[car engine roars]
[whimpering]
God's sake.
Den?
[knocking on door]
I fucking tried that,
didn't I? Locked.
Come on.
[mumbles drunkenly]
There it is.
Oh, hey Steve.
- Hey, Den.
[Ma] That's not
Dennis again, is it?
Yeah, muh.
[Muh] [Muh] Just put him
on the sofa if you like.
Thanks muh.
[sniffs]
Oh.
[laughing ]
[mumbling]
Come on, mate.
Thank you sir.
[mumbling]
Night, my love.
Night, night.
Bet you're glad you don't
have to get up as early.
Why's that?
You got your motorbike now.
Oh yeah.
Den, time to wake
up mate. Aaargh!
Where are your clothes?
- I don't know.
How did I get here?
[Steve] For God's sake.
What's this for?
- Glueing stuff.
- Stuff, what stuff?
Models.
- Models.
- Yeah, planes and stuff.
You having me on?
No.
Gonna show me these models then?
Yeah, if you want.
What time is it?
About ten.
Get up. We got to go.
- Where?
- Track.
You riding the bike?
No, someone stole it.
You're joking.
Grab a tea and
toast. Let's gel on.
Yeah.
Brown bread. I didn't
know you were fucking gay.
[bike engine roaring]
I don't know these mind.
[Dennis] I know one of
them. That's Kevin Jenkins.
- [Stephen] Is he all right?
- [Dennis] Not really.
I heard he's so poor his family
walk around with candles.
- Candles?
- Yeah. To light the rooms.
Their electricity
got cut off ages ago.
It's like a fucking medieval
Robin Hood film or something.
Jesus.
[laughs]
- [Stephen] All right?
- Yeah.
So I had a bike
stolen yesterday.
Right. And?
- Well...
- Yeah, I stole it, all right?
You what?
No, mate. I didn't
steal your bike.
Or maybe I did. Yeah,
like I'd tell you.
You know what I mean?
Where did you leave it anyway?
Out the front of my house.
Oh. Pretty stupid
then, wasn't it?
Has anyone come down here and
offered anything about an XL
or said anything about any parts
No.
Well, thanks anyway.
Yeah. Cheers. Candles.
- What?
- Thanks for the help, candles.
What did you say?
I said Prince John is banging
up the taxes on matches.
So the Sheriff of Nottingham
told me to tell you
that he's coming for
all your candles.
How are you going
to see at night.
Please candles. Don't
hit me, candles.
I'll get the Sheriff
of Nottingham on you.
[laughing]
[laughs]
Candles!
[bike engine roars]
- All right?
- Someone did come down here
offering some XL
parts. Big lad.
Says his name was Charlie.
- Charlie?
- I'm not a grass,
I just feel bad for you, innit?
Charlie? Could be
Charlie Bourne.
He's pretty scummy.
I don't know much about him
except no one around
here buys off him.
Oi, are those CB radios?
Yeah.
I need to start shifting
them soon though.
They're starting to get
a bit plebby, innit?
What? My twig's
bigger than yours?
Oh, I can speak to
someone in Scotland.
Yeah, mint mate!
- [laughs]
- Plebs.
Didn't you have a CB radio?
Yeah. So You don't want to like
buy another one, Rich, do you?
[Richie] No, you're
all right, mate.
You think you can find out
where this kid lives then?
Hmm.
Mark might know more about him.
Mark!
- [Mark] Yeah.
- Charlie Bourne.
Knobhead!
Well, do you know
anything about him?
[Mark] What?!
Do you know anything about him?
- Mark!
- He's fat and dodgy.
Well, Steve thinks he might
have nicked something.
[Mark] He's definitely
nicked something.
Heard he's got a garage
over Knowle West.
Well, do you know
which lot it is?
[Mark] No, you should
ask ice cream Mike.
He knows people who Knowle.
Who's ice cream Mike?
An ice cream guy called Mike.
Wow. Really?
Shut up. He's
from Knowle okay.
Do you wanna check it out?
- Yeah.
- Cool.
- Oh, what? Now?
- Yeah.
All right.
Let me just go get my jacket.
Are those battons?
Uh, yeah. I've been flogging
them to the Hartcliffe kids.
That lot are for
the Withywooders.
Supply and demand, you know?
Speaking of which
that's probably
where Mike is right now.
[bell ringing]
All right, kid. Let's have
a look what you got then.
Nice one. Good lad.
There you are.
Ritchie Young.
I was just thinking about you.
- Oh, yeah?
I've got some specialist lab
gear you might be interested in.
I'll give it a look.
I'm surprised you're
still here actually.
You know me, lads. I had to see
a man about a dog, didn't I?
Plus hardest kid in
school fight today.
Should be a good one.
You the hardest kid in Hartcliff
Yeah.
You the hardest
kid in Withywood?
Let's have it then.
[cheering]
We're looking for
a garage in Knowle.
Used by a guy called
Charlie Bourne.
- Who?
- Charlie Bourne.
Yeah. I might know
who you're on about.
I mean, I don't know him.
I have seen him knocking
about some garages.
Oh. That will do.
Could we pinch a lift?
[cheering]
Yeah. Go on then. Hop in.
I know what you've
been up to you toe rag.
I have been watching you.
Did you think you'd
get away with it?
You clear off and
you don't come back.
I'm telling all the
schools about you.
And any more, I will
call the police.
Fuck me.
And you lot can sod off in all!
[grunts]
[Dennis laughs]
Well there's a man I know
At least I used to years ago
I didn't really mind
He used to come
'round all the time
Of course, he had to be fed
I had to give him a bed
He used to kip on my sofa
They used to call him a loafer
[engine halting]
[door opens]
Oi, dont take the piss,
this thing aint taxed mind!
As if. Get in the back.
[gurgles]
All right, I'm going to
go check these ones, okay?
All right.
[keys jingling]
Shit.
[exhales]
Is it yours?
[metal clangs]
Even if it ain't...
This ain't good.
Well, we got his address.
Steve.
What do you want to do?
Get my brother.
Why don't we just go there now?
No. You've done enough
I'll take Andy with me.
But isn't he on bail?
Gary, how many times?
Not today, mate.
Can you even read?
I can bleeding count.
Jobsworth.
I'm a jobsworth.
Piss off, Andy.
Careful, or I'll be having
a word with the old man.
[laughs]
Did you just fucking slap me?
[grunting]
Just a friendly reminder
that the factory will be
closing early this Friday.
What do you want
me to do? Sack him?
Yeah, that'd be good.
I can't do that, And, all right?
His mother would kill me.
Nepotism.
What?
Nepotism.
What's nepotism?
It's when people give
unfair advantages
to people they're related to.
I can't have you
assaulting people.
Assaults a bit
strong, all right?
You hit him.
Yeah, but there's
hitting someone
and then there's
hitting someone.
What sort of example
would I be setting?
What sort of example
are you setting?
And for the record,
he started it,
tried to throttle me.
Look, And, I like you.
You've been here a long time.
But you don't even like it here.
Look, you're smart, right?
You use long words like...
was it?
- Nepotism.
Yeah. Yeah.
I think it'd be best
thing for everyone.
There's no jobs at
the minute, Mart.
Sorry, And.
And with the whole
police thing, you know.
You're not going to
mention it, are you?
Oh, God, no.
Aaron's had enough
set-to's with them already.
No, you can do better.
Trust me.
[exhales]
- What was it like?
- What?
Hitting him.
I only slapped him, Mart.
Oh.
- Am I still sacked?
- Yeah.
No, I was just imagining it.
Very satisfying.
Can you describe
the sound it made?
Right.
Did his head sort of
bounce off anything?
Cheers, Mart.
- Oi!
- I'm sorry.
- Not smiling now, are you?
- No.
- Fat prick.
- Oi!
[laughs]
One more word out of you
And there will be more of me com
Now you know how it is.
Oh!
[grunts]
- Now, who's not smiling.
- Thank you.
Get off my car.
Unless you want to get run over,
I suggest you get
out of the way.
Oi, are you sure
you don't need me.
Yeah, I'll be fine.
Yeah, 'cause I'm pretty game
for getting punched again.
- I'm not looking for a fight.
- He might still have my bike.
Oh, and that's why
you're taking Andy then.
- He drives.
- M-mm.
How do you afford
this stuff anyway?
Why do you care?
Somebody has to.
Don't want to find you against a walls?
- Right.
Listen, I'm just going to
find this bike, all right?
Then I'm all yours. All right?
Who's that?
Right. Get out of the
fucking car. Cheers boys.
Say hello to your mum.
- I will.
I heard she's fit.
[engine roars]
What's he talking to him for?
Oh look at these motherfuckers.
Oi! Peter Pan!
Where's your shadow?!
[laughs]
Shadow?
- What was that?
- What was what?
What you talking to them for?
Just talking Fence stuff.
Placing orders like. They
got so Alright gear you know.
Look.
Just use another
fence next time.
Whatever. What are
you two doing anyway?
We're trying to find
his bike, innit?
- Yeah somebody stole it.
- Already?
He left it outside his house.
Not the best idea.
Yeah. People keep saying that.
- I don't.
- So what are you going to do?
Well, we know where it is so
I'm gonna head down there now.
Anything I can do to help?
Nah, I can handle it.
All right. I'll probably
be at the social later.
You going with him?
- No.
He says he wants to
hurt him not kill him.
Too right.
Well, I'm gonna go test
this little bad boy
out down the pond if you fancy i
All right. I'll
see you tonight.
And you're gonna
show me them models.
Best of luck.
Cheers.
- You managed to get the glue?
- Yeah.
All right. I got the bags.
I managed to get some gear
on the cheap, and all.
How the fuck did you manage that
Ter.
- What?
- Look after him, all right?
All right, mum.
That still hot?
- Yeah.
- Nice.
You want one?
You all right?
Well...
I just beat up a stranger.
Who was beating up a fat bloke
that he threw against my car.
And right before that
I got sacked so mixed!
Why did you get sacked?
For doing the right thing.
I slapped the boss' son.
- Why?
- He pulled my hair.
Actually, it's because
he's a lazy shithouse.
But the hair thing was the
thing that set it off proper.
A bit girly, innit?
Slapping him.
He pulled my hair.
You?
You know how I said I left
the bike in the garage.
Yeah.
I lied. It got stolen.
- Steve.
- I left it out the front.
- Well, that was daft.
- Yeah, I know.
I was going to
ask for your help.
You mean give you a lift?
No, I could have got a lift.
You're just better
with these things.
Yeah, well, I wish
I wasn't sometimes.
Did you report it?
- Yeah.
- How'd that go?
Are you Andrew Knight's brother?
Like that's your fault.
It's nothing to do with you.
I'm pushing my luck
as it is, Steve.
I know. It's fine.
It's fine.
I can fix it myself.
Well I can give you
that lift at least.
When?
- Soon as.
All right.
I just got to do
something, though.
Fuck it.
Woh.
You ready?
Right. Let's crack on then.
[whispers] Jeez.
[door opens]
- Well, is that him?
- I don't know.
- What the fuck?
- I think so.
What do you mean you think so?
I don't know. He
didn't look like that.
It was five fucking
minutes ago, Dave.
How hard did you hit
your head for fuck sake?
Is that your car?
- Yeah.
- Do you recognise this man?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, that's him.
Well, I strongly suggest
you invite us in.
Right then. Why
did you hit my guy?
He threw someone into my car.
You forgot to mention that.
He hit me with a bat.
If you throw
someone into my car,
you'll be praying
for a bleeding bat.
Well, that changes things.
I feel a right prat now!
[door closes]
Hello.
Andy. No. What have
you done to your head?
- Muh.
- No.
You look like one of those...
You look like... You
look like one of those.
- Muh.
- Erm...
Please.
Later.
Can I get anyone a drink?
No, thanks, dear. We rather
rudely helped ourselves.
Well what were you going to say?
What was I going to say?
Basically, he's hurt and
you need to sort it out.
Right.
It's clear that
you're pretty handy
so what say you do me a favour
and we call it evens?
- You what?
- Shut your fucking mouth Dave!
[utensils clanging]
Well, I happen to
be very available.
Lovely jubbly. Well, Ladder
here will take your number
and we'll be in touch.
My name's Chris Gibbs.
But call me Gibsy.
Andy, I knew who you were.
Well, you should have said.
But seriously, don't
duck my call. All right?
You got it.
What just happened?
- New job, maybe.
- [Ma] New job?
You've already got a job.
- I had to leave it.
- Andrew!
- Like I said,
I might have a new one.
- Might?
- That was Chris Gibbs.
You know who he is?
He owns the biggest scaffolding
company in Bristol, Ma.
I just worry about
you boys, that's all.
We know, ma.
It's not like I can put it back.
It's bleeding awful.
[car door closes]
Right. Where's this prick live?
- Knowle West.
- Knowle West?
This is going to get lively.
Got his address as well.
Grab us the atlas.
You uh, You bringing a tool?
What? No.
That's all right. I've
got a few in the boot.
- What do we need weapons for?
- In case he's black.
I'm just messing.
In case he's massive. Did you
see the size of that Ladder blok
Could be his dad
for all we know.
Look And, we ain't
looking for a fight, yeah.
He might still have my bike.
Right.
[engine roars]
Do you actually listen to this?
Want to walk?
[music over stereo]
Fucking Knowle Westers.
[engine roars]
That's it.
All right.
Wait here.
[car horn]
[laughs]
[door opens]
Who are you?
I'm looking for Charlie.
What do you want him for?
I heard he sells
bike parts and stuff?
I don't know nothing
about any parts.
He ain't here
anyway. So clear off!
[door bangs ]
Oh dear.
Psycho! Give it a rest!
God's sake, you
fucking idiot. Psycho!
[door bangs]
[car door closes]
Any good?
No.
Shit.
You wouldn't happen to be
Charlie Bourne, would you?
Yeah.
What do you want?
What?
Oh shit!
You stole my bike
you fucking prick.
I don't know nothing
about no bike.
Bollocks.
You owe me a new bike shithead!
Grab him, And!
He's a bit big.
- The fuck is that lot then?
- I don't know.
I don't even live here.
- Charlie!
- What's going on here?
- She seems to know you.
- I don't know her.
- What's this about?
Let him go. Get
off my property now
or I'll get my dog on
you. I swear to God...
- She needs to shut up.
- Mum!
Get Psycho.
- Shit.
- [grunts]
How dare you? Get out my way.
- Look.
- Don't touch me. I'll rip
your fucking face off.
Just stop making noise.
You fucking want
some, you bald prick.
Oh.
[thumps]
Genuinely an accident.
But she swung first.
We all saw that.
Right. Listen, mate.
I've been through too
bleeding much today
to leave here without nothing.
You understand?
[Andy] Jesus Christ.
So what you got?
- Fancy a scooter?
- Fucking funny.
Well, look, mate. It's
all I got at the moment.
They're worth a
few bob you know?
Oh Ahh.
You got any dosh left
over from my bike?
I might.
Go on.
- Keep going.
- 150.
300 and the scooter.
We'll call it square.
[Andy laughs]
Very nice.
There's no way
you'd have stole that bike
if you knew it was ours.
- I nicked it for order.
- For who?
- I ain't a grass
You are today.
And I'd say they'd
stitched you up a bit here.
Pickets.
Wayne Picket? Bastard.
What did he say?
He gave me the address and
I chucked it in the van.
You don't say a word about this.
You don't tell them nothing.
- Understand?
- [Charlie] I won't.
- Good.
- [grunts]
That's for lying.
Look, mate, I'm just
trying to get by.
[Andy] Yeah, well, you
picked the wrong house.
If I hear you said
anything, I'll be back.
And I'm sorry about your mum.
What now then?
I don't know.
You all right?
- He was just unlucky.
- Nah, he's scum.
- Is he though?
- Yeah, he took your shit.
So you took his shit.
That's how it works.
You want a word with
the Pickets, then?
Not really. I mean...
I got a bike.
Yeah. But it ain't right, is it?
What you want it to kick off do
Take it steady.
They things are
pretty nippy, mind.
[mimicking]
[engine roars]
[indistinct chatter]
Hey, Steve.
- Yeah you alright Teen?
- Not bad, thanks.
Me and Max are going
shoplifting down town tomorrow.
Anything we can get you?
No. I'm all right. Thanks.
No, worries.
Cheer up, mate.
[man] Steve, Max. Wait up!
I thought you said 150.
You said it was a one-eight-five
Turns out it was a one-two-five.
30 quid, mind!
You're lucky to get even that.
So shut up and fuck off.
[door opening]
[sniffing]
Oi!
Eddie Kidd.
Find your wheels?
Ooh.
Here we go again.
I'll keep my ear to the ground.
What?
[engine roaring]
[exhales]
Oi.
You're gonna laugh when you
see what I've got outside.
Den.
Den.
Den, wake up, mate.
[thuds]
[exhales]
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight
I don't wanna be a number
Just like being a prisoner
I just wanna stay free
Don't wanna be a number three
O I don't wanna be a
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Signing on the dot
Got my name on a form
Thought I had it made
They treat you just insane
O I don't wanna be no
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
You are just a number
Hey girl
Move a little closer
You're too shy shy,
hush-hush, eye to eye
Too shy shy,
hush-hush, eye to eye
Too shy shy, hush-hush
Modern medicine falls
short of your complaint
Try a little harder
You're moving in
circles, won't you dilate?
Ooh, baby try
Hey girl
Move a little closer
Oh, Jesus Christ!
How long you been there for?
Long enough.
- Man.
- [laughs]
[exhales]
What did you do to your head?
You one of them skins now, then?
No, it's just cheaper.
- Suits you.
- What? The cheap look? Thanks.
You uh... You busy?
I was thinking of
going pictures.
- To see what?
- Jaws.
- There's another one?
- Yeah.
That's going to be bad.
No this one's got
Indiana Jones in it.
- It doesn't.
- Yeah, it does.
- It can't.
- Why can't it?
Well, I don't know. It
just doesn't sound right,
does it?
- [laughs]
So?
Uh...
I need a favour.
What kind of favour?
A big one.
I need a hand and nobody...
I don't have anyone
that will help me.
[knocking]
[door opens]
I need a gun.
[laughs] What?
[engine roars]
Aren't you on bail or something?
Not exactly. I'm...
I'm on a suspended sentence.
What's that?
It's where I've done something
but I won't get done for that
unless I do something else.
What did you do?
- Assault.
- Who'd you assault?
A copper. And they don't
like it when you do that,
especially in self-defence.
We go inside, we get your things
and we walk straight to the car.
[car doors close]
[Liz] Are you nervous?
- [Andy] No.
- [Liz] Are you gonna hit him?
Hopefully not.
Hang tight.
[knocking]
[door opens]
- Wayne!
- [Wayne] What?
[boy] She's back.
Get in.
Don't be thick.
Go on.
I know who you are, mate.
Thought I'd be seeing
you around some time.
What now then?
Tough nut?
'Cause I'd say gel on...
before I split you in
two. How about that?
And you can tell your
little brother that and all
in case he gets any ideas.
You better keep that on you.
Right.
[car door closes]
[engine roars]
What the fuck was
that then, ey? Ey?
This ain't Brixton. I
don't sell guns, Steve.
[sighs]
All right, look.
It is bad, mate. All
right? It's really sad.
But these things happen.
It was an accident
waiting to happen.
Fuck that.
But killing's a bit
strong though innit?
You're either with
me or I'm off.
You're mental.
[engine roars]
Sharon?
Sharon!
Open up!
Who are you?
I'm here to check the meter.
- [Steve] The community gun?
- [Richie] Yeah.
- [Steve] Never heard of it.
- Well, that's the whole point.
No one's supposed
to know about it.
How do you know about it?
Well, Mark told me he'd
seen it once years ago.
And they hide it down here?
No. They hide it
in different places
and only certain people
get to know where it is.
- Who are they?
- Well, I don't know.
I don't ask. The sort
of people who have guns.
I've never felt like
shooting anybody, Steve.
So you don't even
know if it's here.
You wanted a gun. This
is the best I can do.
Maybe go ask a farmer next time.
[grunts]
[box clanging]
Oh, thank Christ.
[exhales]
[box clanging]
Hey.
It's for the best.
Come on. Let's get out of here.
They still got to pay, Rich.
Yeah fair enough.
But none of this
killing bollocks.
[drawer banging ]
I see you found your tool.
Going somewhere?
- No.
What is it?
Pickets.
You want to do
them for the bike?
- No.
- Well, what then?
They're scum.
I thought you didn't
want a big kick off.
- Well, now I do.
- Why?
It's not worth it,
Steve. Trust me.
I can't come with you.
- Fine!
I'm getting past you.
Fucking stop!
I'll meet you by the car.
I see that nothing's changed
Insist on playing games
Some waste of time you are
And you're so popular
Well this is it you bitch
I've got to make a switch
You find some other john
I know what's goin' on
Your move
What do I have to lose?
Stalemate
Too late, too late
I thought you were for real
Just one more rip-off deal
Don't give me all that crap
I just escaped your trap
You think you see the joke
[car doors close]
- He's got an axe, mind.
- What?
[door bangs]
I guess we wait.
[exhales]
Don't get too comfortable.
What do you mean
he's got an axe?
I'll call the police.
[laughs]
You'll call the police?
Uh... Yeah.
Where is your phone?
How fast are you?
I'll do you a deal.
Tell us where they are
and we won't smash
you to pieces.
What, you think I'm some snitch?
Yup.
Fuck.
Ah, it's my lucky day!
[gasping]
Aah!
Not so fucking
hard now, are you?
Drop it.
He deserves it.
If he ain't hard with
it, you ain't either.
We ain't fucking butchers.
I mean, you are, but give it.
[cleaver clanging]
Stay there!
Psychopath.
You hear me shithead?
This ends here, all right?
You don't sell your shit
around here any more
and you keep the
fuck out the way.
We're square, all right?
Now I'm going to go
break your brother.
Unlike you, he won't have the
luxury of this conversation.
You'll have to tell him I had hi
Can you pass that on?
Good.
[engine roaring]
- Wait here.
- No chance.
Steve, get back in the car.
Steve.
- What?!
This is what I do.
You say everything's alright
I say nothing
can go right, yeah
Oh what a game you can play
Sad days add to confusion
Sad ways end in
dillusion, yeah
That's the name of the game
Well I know your love is rough
And the road you take is tough
But I just can't get enough
Chequered love
Touch me, do what you want to
Say no, then, I just need you
Babe, your gonna
drive me insane
You are man for all seasons
You are man with
no reasons, yeah
You're the man with no pain
Well I know your love is rough
And the road you take is tough
But I just can't get enough
Chequered love
Oh I can't let go
Oh I can't let go
'Cos I need you so tonight
Where's your axe?
[grunts]
[heavy breathing]
Steve.
That's your mate, innit?
No.
- Did you get him?
- Yeah.
He pissed himself.
[engine roars]
[Andy] Here. That
new Jaws movie's
got Indiana Jones in it, right?
[Steve] That
doesn't sound right.
[Andy] Why's
everyone saying that?
[Steve] You're thinking
of Dennis Quaid.
[Andy] Well, they
look the bloody same.
[knocking]
- Steven Knight?
- Yeah.
[officer] You're Steven Knight?
What, did you find my bike?
No. We're here to arrest you.
- What?
- Yes. You're coming with us
for the assault
of Charlie Bourne.
- You're having a laugh?
- No.
If you'd like to grab your coat
and make your way to the car.
I hit him.
Beg your pardon.
I hit Charlie Bourne.
You've made a mistake.
- And you admit that?
- Yeah.
Let's take him.
All right, then.
Grab your kit, Andrew
What you doing?
Just shut up, all right?
[engine roaring]
[door closes ]
- Steven.
- Yep.
Something the matter?
No.
Afternoon. Oh, sorry,
are you closing?
Yeah, but go on. It's fine.
Not much left mind,
just some pig hearts.
Um... Okay, I'll have
one of them, please.
Not a fan of pig hearts?
- No, not really.
- Nor am I.
The wife likes them.
How long you been
working here now?
About eight months.
Do you like it here?
I like the work.
I like dealing with people.
Job's a job these days.
Do you want to
continue doing it?
- Probably not.
- Why is that?
Pay's not great.
I spend a lot time just
saving up for things.
It's 20p by the way.
- Oh.
Well, how about a bank?
I sell mortgages and insurance.
Would that interest you?
In a bank?
Definitely.
Well, I've just moved to
the bank across the street
Are you offering me a job?
Well, no, but you
seem a nice kid.
I'm just saying come
in for an interview,
see how it goes.
My manager's nagging me
to bring in some
younger folk, so...
Okay, yeah.
I'll do that.
I'm Paul, by the way.
Uh, Steve.
All right, Steve.
I'll see you soon.
Oh, you don't have
a criminal record.
No arrests, stuff like that?
No.
[engine roars]
- Brother home, young, man?
- No, he got pinched.
- Did he?
- Yeah.
He'll be out in
about three months.
What did he do?
- He hit someone.
- Again? They deserve it?
Definitely.
Well you tell him he's still
got a job with me, all right?
Not a worry, all right?
We'll sort him out.
Fucking rozzers!
Yeah, he'll like that.
[bike engine roars]
Well, I'm standing
here looking at you
What do I see? I'm
looking straight through
It's so sad when you're young
To be told you're having fun
So unplug the jukebox
and do us all a favour
That music's lost its
taste so try another flavour
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Antmusic
Well, I'm standing
here, what do I see?
A big nothing threatening me
It's so sad when you're young
To be told you're having fun
So unplug the jukebox
and do us all a favour
That music's lost its
taste so try another flavour
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
So unplug the jukebox
and do us all a favour
That music's lost its
taste so try another flavour
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Don't tread on an ant,
he's done nothing to you
There might come a day
when he's treading on you
Don't tread on an ant,
you'll end up black and blue
You cut off his head,
legs come looking for you
So unplug the jukebox
and do us all a favour
That music's lost its
taste so try another flavour
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
So unplug the jukebox
and do us all a favour
That music's lost its
taste so try another flavour
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