Brassic (2019) s07e04 Episode Script

1
(DRONE WHIRRING)
HUMANOID: Stakker Humanoid ♪
(PULSING ACID TECHNO BEA
WITH DISTORTED SYNTHS)
What the fuck?
(TYRES SCREECHING)
(RAPID ELECTRONIC RHYTHM BUILDS)
(BINS CLATTERING) (MUSIC FADES)
BARRETT STRONG: Money ♪
The best things in life are free
But you can give 'em
to the birds and bees
I need money That's what I want
That's what I want
(That's what I want)
That's what I want
(That's what I want)
(CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)
(PANTING SOFTLY) I'm being stalked.
- Being stalked by who?
- By an eye in the sky.
Oh, for God's sake. What have you taken?
I have had a fucking drone follow me
for the last two hours.
And everywhere I go, it's just there
whirring, watching me
Could be one of them,
y'know, Amazon delivery thingies.
That's not a fucking thing, Michael;
it's not Skynet.
You fucking clown.
How do you know it's following ya?
Because I tried to fucking lose it.
I fucking ran away, and I hid.
And it was just there
..like a creepy winged beast.
- FAY: Have you got any enemies?
- Me? No.
No, I'm all peace,
love and happiness, sister.
The only beef I've got is
with fucking HMRC.
Fucking HMRC aren't after you,
you daft twat?!
Look, this is Big Brother.
This is fucking big.
This is Orwell, this.
Give over. Listen
just chill the fuck out.
Get him a Brandy.
Just Let's rationalise it a bit.
Feel like I'm in
an episode of Black Mirror.
A good one, not one of them weird
ones where they try and be funny.
- He's gone mad.
- How long do they stay in the air for?
Like 45 minutes max. I mean, it's only
a small lithium polymer battery.
God, it's not sexy knowledge. Is it?
(LAUGHTER)
Well, this polymer lithium battery,
40 fucking minutes,
wait till the bastard lands.
And then, you've got your drone
infer-dell, ha'n't ya?
- That, actually, is a very good idea.
- Thanks, dude.
- Would you do that for me, brother?
- 'Course we will.
We'll all do it, won't we?
- Will we?
- No. No.
- Thank you.
- I can't do it now.
Cos I've got a lot of shit to do.
Gotta go and see Dr Chris and fucking
Uh Just let me know how you get on.
- See you later, everyone!
- Careful out there.
(READS)
"Had we but world enough, and time,
this coyness, lady, were no crime.
But time is short, so now,
let us sport us while we may."
- See what he's doing?
- No.
He's saying to his mistress,
"Look, we're wasting time here.
Let's get to it, sweetheart."
- Right.
- Pluck the day, Vinnie
I get it. And, in principle, fantastic!
In reality, we've got shit to do.
Gotta make dinner, gotta wash up,
gotta take your bins out.
Sometimes, I just wanna
fucking stay in my shack.
I just don't wanna see anyone
or sp or speak to 'em.
You've gotta find
the joy in the small things.
- But like what, though?
- Like anything. Everyday stuff like
Look, I've befriended a squirrel.
- Really?!
- Yeah.
- Mm.
- This little squirrel
sweet little thing, he he
..lives outside my window,
and I put a little bit of, uh
ciabatta out for him.
- Ciabatta?
- Yeah.
He shoots straight off his tree,
comes straight down, picks it up
(RAPID LIP SMACKING)
And he's looking at me,
with his little, black, beady eyes.
And he's saying
(SMACKS LIPS)
"Thank you, Human Daddy."
Promise you, Vinnie
some days, that's the best thing
that happens to me all day.
Oh, fuck off, what's his name?
- He's called Squirrel Nibbles.
- That's so lame, dude.
- You just made that up there.
- I didn't.
- Yeah, you did.
- I did not!
That's such a shit name for him.
- I love you, Human Daddy.
- Super lame, dude.
He's my furry son.
(RAPID LIP SMACKING)
- Ask him about the squirrel.
- Don't tell everyone.
DEEE-LITE: Groove Is In The Heart ♪
Dig! ♪
JJ: It's a DGI Mini Four.
Excellent picture quality.
What is it like being married to an NPC?
What's MCP?
- Just ignore her.
- You can fuck off, NPC.
- I invited you on this bloody task.
- What does it mean?
- Non-playable character.
- It's not even fucking accurate, OK?
Because an NPC is devoid of
of individuality and and
and decision-making.
- Oh, it's lowering.
- What?
Ouch!
(ENGINE STARTS)
Right, head eastwards.
What does that mean?
Fucking left or right?
Right, right.
- Oh, it's turning back south.
- What do you mean, "south"?
- South.
- What fucking way am I going?
- U-turn. U-turn.
- What?
- You can't U-turn here.
- OK, listen, it's heading back n
Say fucking north, and I'll fucking
smash your head in.
But it is north.
- Where am I going?
- OK, fine. Fine. Left.
Left. West. West.
(TYRES SCREECHING)
MICK: There's the little bollocks.
ALLY: Here he is. Got him.
- The little shit.
- Oh.
Just some little kid.
I'm gonna photograph him.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
I have never seen him before in my life.
We'll just follow him, anyway,
see where he goes.
(BIRDS TWITTERING)
He went in there.
(DOOR OPENS)
WOMAN: Curtis Plum?
Oh, my God!
(CHUCKLES)
- Who are you?
- Valerie Vine.
Have you been drone stalking me, love?
- Drone stalking?
- ALLY: No, it was him behind ya.
W-Well, I did I did it for you.
Oh you'd better come in.
He's a good lad, honestly.
Don't be cross with him.
Now, I told him the other night that
I desperately wanted to find ya,
but I'd heard you were living off-grid,
heard you didn't use tech,
uncontactable, since your
- Breakdown.
- It was an epiphany!
Right, yeah.
- Right.
- Sorry.
JJ: Sorry. You thought the best way
to contact a man
that had had a breakdown was
to stalk him with a drone?
It was an epiphany!
I wanted to gauge his movements.
See if he were back in society.
Oh, yeah, he's been back for ages.
He's a ratcatcher.
Ratcatcher?
Yeah, you know, like in a zen way.
Not Not for financial gain.
- Try telling that to HMRC.
- Mm.
- What do you want him for, anyway?
- Well
back in the day, Curtis was this
Remember "Everything Starts With An E"?
It were this rave night, warehouses,
all super illegal and exciting.
Well, Curtis was the main DJ.
Anyway, me and me husband, Vernon,
well, we met at this night
that Curtis and a couple
of the others started.
We fell in love to the tunes he played:
Frankie Knuckles,
Sleezy D, Mister Fingers
- You making this shit up?
- His raves were our life.
The highs were like
like nothing we'd ever known.
- It were a wicked time!
- It was, Val.
It was but a long time ago.
What's that gotta do with me now?
It's my Vernon. He's not well, Curtis.
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
Actually, let's
let's cut the crap. He's dying.
Stage four.
They're giving him
two years at the outside
Jeez, I'm so sorry to hear that, Val.
And before he passes,
I want us
to have one last rave together,
like it used to be: some big warehouse,
all the old tunes playing,
and YOU up there on the decks
- taking us to heaven and back.
- Listen, Val, I'm, uh
very touched honestly, I am, uh
That life, it wasn't
it weren't good for me.
Please, Curtis.
Those nights were, um
they were everything to us.
(SOLEMN, THOUGHTFUL MUSIC)
For Vernon.
One last rave for a dying man.
Not Not that picture, this is..
- The times were the times.
- Mm.
- They can't be recreated
- Yeah, why not?
Your fucking generation'll
never understand
cos it was pre-internet;
it was pre-mobile.
We weren't just partying
for the sake of it,
we were fucking sticking it up
to the establishment.
You've gotta remember the time as well.
We'd got mass unemployment.
We'd got crime.
We'd got fucking BNP marches everywhere.
And the fucking youth the youth,
they had nowt, they had nothing.
Yeah, but how is that different to now?
- ALLY: Mm.
- Yeah.
Y'know, I was just starting
to get known as a DJ
'..when acid house arrived on the scene,
and this fucking pill
everyone were calling Empathy.'
Then, they changed the name
to the more appropriate:
Ecstasy.
Oh, fuck, that's a good fact, man.
And it just fucking exploded.
(LIVELY DANCE MUSIC)
And you should've seen the fucking
numbers the energy, the unity
There was fucking sweat just pouring
down the walls.
That's not nice.
People were just hugging and dancing.
It was this fucking togetherness.
The cops fucking hated us.
They wouldn't let us operate
in any of the clubs in town.
So we thought
we needed somewhere bigger.
There where all these derelict mills,
just sat, empty.
What, so you just broke in
and put on a night?
We'd make sound systems
that could be dismantled.
We rigged up lights.
We draped a load of mad images.
We'd only reveal the venue
at the very last minute.
They would flock in the thousands.
There was THOUSANDS of people.
And the cops? No idea!
Nowt could compare. Special time
and place that won't return.
(DANCE MUSIC FADES, ENDS)
Can you not do it for Val and Vern?
Just make it an event.
"Everything Starts With An E is back!"
- That's ace.
- Eh?
All the old ravers'll love it.
They just wanna relive the past.
New ravers'll come. Cos they wanna
experience what it was like.
And we can, uh
create a bit of buzz online,
maybe keep the venue a secret.
- Ally's right.
- The people want this, dude.
Come on, Curtis.
Gotta give it a go, haven't we?
Well, I tell you, it's either that,
or you've gotta go and tell Val no.
And Val'll be very sad.
N-TRANCE: Set You Free ♪
(UPLIFTING TECHNO MUSIC)
N-TRANCE: Set you free
(ALL GRUNTING)
CURTIS: No. No.
- No.
- Oh, for
No.
(ALL CHEERING)
Oh, yeah
When we touch each othe-e-e-er
- In a state of ecstasy
- DJ booth up there.
Drapes down the sides.
Chill out room there.
And mad fucking rave in here.
- But there is a problem.
- Why, what is it?
I didn't create this magic on my own.
And I can't do it again without
me old mate, Matty Ravenscroft.
Or, as everyone knew him
the Wizard of E.
You couldn't have fucking realised
this before now, no?!
(MUSIC STOPS)
(ENGINE REVVING, WHIRRING)
Matty was my maestro.
I was the orchestra,
creating the soundtrack,
but he was down there
on the dance floor.
You know, like a fucking oracle.
He had this goatee, right,
and sunglasses, pill box hat,
Aladdin slippers turned up at the toes,
and big, baggy, fucking silk trousers
and a whistle round his neck.
Sounds like a dickhead.
And he would blow that whistle
like the pied piper of acid.
And how do you know were gonna
find him on Hawley Market?
I don't.
But me old mate Kenny Rogers -
don't take the piss.
These guys don't know
who Kenny Rogers is, do ya?
No, we don't know who Kenny Rogers is.
Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton.
You know Dolly Parton, don't ya?
- Yes!
- We know who Dolly Parton is.
My friend Joe went
on the Dolly Parton diet.
It made Joe lean.
[Jolene - Dolly Parton Song 1973]
- Hey!
- Hey!
That's alright, Mike. Good one.
Fucking good one.
- Finally!
- Anyway, Kenny Rogers, yeah?
Yeah. Well, anyway,
he's got a stall on the market.
- Uh-huh.
- He sells old vinyl and
band memorabilia and, you know,
proper old school.
He kept in touch with the gang,
even did a family tree of E.
So if anyone knows where Matty is
it's Kenny.
(STEADY, MELLOW HOUSE MUSIC PLAYS,
FADES OUT)
- (SING-SONGY) Hey! ♪
- (LAUGHS) Curtis Plum
'fuck my bum'. (CHUCKLES)
- Yeah.
- When did I last see you?
Twenty years, Ken, gotta be.
- Twenty years?!
- Yeah.
Hey, word has it
you had a nervous breakdown.
No, I had an epiphany, brother.
Just wanted to, y'know, change my life.
- Comes to us all, muchacho.
- Right.
Can't keep that life going forever.
Catches up with ya.
Now then, old school ravers, how's
it all going, the reunion?
Good.
- Are these your friends?
- I'm Vin. This is the gang.
Listen, we're putting on one of these
bloody rave things. Have ya told him?
- Yeah.
- You must be looking
- for Matty Ravenscroft?
- Correct.
Do you know where he is?
Mystery of Matty has become
something of legend.
Some said he'd disappeared
to Thailand, become a Guru.
If you wanna reach him,
he was only accessible by river.
Truth is sadly more tragic.
All the pills sent his mind west.
And he retreated.
The word is, for a time, he was
living with his sister, Shit Sue.
He lives with his sister and her dog?
No. His sister's called Shit Sue.
Back then, we knew two Sues:
Good Sue and Shit Sue.
- (SCOFFS)
- She lives on the Marinduque Estate.
Not sure what number. Oh
but someone sent me a photo
of her house on WhatsApp.
- And trust me, you can't miss it!
- Uff!
ALLY: Well, I thought the toffs
called us the parasite class.
Yeah. They do. The others call
the elite the parasites
cos, y'know, they steal wealth
and power from the proletariat.
- Neek.
- I can fucking hear ya.
Shall we go and see if this fucker
knows where her bloody brother is?
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
(CLEARS THROAT)
Sue Curtis remember me?
- Curtis Plum?
- Very same.
- Thought you had a breakdown.
- I, uh
And who are these freaks?
Uh They They're me friends.
We're looking for Matty.
Oh, are you now?
And why would you be after my Matthew?
Uh Y'know,
just catch up, old times
You see that?
They've been spraying again.
Come on.
They release chemicals from the planes.
It's to manipulate the weather.
Cloud-seeding. Operation Cumulus.
(CHUCKLES) They want us to believe
global warming's a thing.
(LAUGHS)
They want to keep us scared.
First, it was terrorism, then COVID.
And now, it's the planet burning up.
- And it's all mapped out.
- It's amazing.
It's a lot of stuff to map out.
You know everything they tell ya
on the news is a lie?
Because all of the
secret media organisations
are in the pockets of the government.
And all the governments are in
the pocket of their secret leaders.
And those secret leaders are
secretly injecting themselves
with the blood of young children to
boost their energy, health and vitality.
But ask yourselves this:
what do they do
with the bodies of those children
once they've soaked their blood?
God! Is it any wonder that
there are so many kids
going missing in this world?
And nobody is talking about it!
There's biscuits in the tin
if anybody wants any.
Sick.
So, Matty, uh Sue
Probably listening in to this,
so we haven't got long.
He was too radical, Curtis,
cos his brain was like a super computer,
and they didn't want him
starting a revolution.
With the, um the parasite class?
- Yes, exactly.
- Mm-hm.
We had people
bugging the phones, y'know?
And then, one day, poof. He disappeared.
Sorry, Susan,
you don't have Jammy Dodgers?
There's some pink wafers in there.
Tell us what happened, love?
The state grabbed him
and God knows what they've done
to him, the twisted bastards.
They've probably tortured him,
removed his brain,
see if they could harness
some of his genius.
Either that, or they've probably put him
in one of their secret prisons
for dissidents and radicals.
Right.
Right.
- Yeah.
- Right.
M/A/R/R/S: Pump Up The Volume ♪
(FUNKY ELECTRONIC DANCE MUSIC)
That's right, this is gonna be
the greatest record of the year
- So go on, what do you think of that?
- You know what?
(CLEARS THROAT)
Maybe she's right, you know?
I mean, Matty was a radical
in his way, y'know?
He did have the power to inspire.
He did make people think differently.
Yeah, but he weren't snatched
by the fucking state, though, was he
- and bloody lobotomised? It's madness.
- It is.
Psst.
(DISTANT DOG BARKING)
- Who does a 'psst'?
- Psst.
- Are you looking for Uncle Matty?
- Yeah.
Mam talks a load of crap.
He left because he couldn't stand her.
This is years back.
He'd met an old crush
on Facebook, Angie Rose
and then went to go live
with her in Goa.
- Angie Rose?
- Goa, that's in India, innit?
Last I heard.
Right, cheers for that.
- Angie Rose, do you know her?
- Know her?
Oh, yeah, I know her.
Angie was my first love.
She was a female bouncer
before it was fashionable.
Strong she was.
She could really throw me around.
She had strong thighs.
When she had me clamped between them,
it was like entering a tunnel of bliss.
Right, we're getting quite close to the
line of too much information there.
No, seriously, she was gifted.
Soft and sensual, but powerful.
And domineering.
- And he's crossed it.
- ALLY: Angie Rose, was it?
She took some cash off a gangster,
so she'd turn a blind eye to his boys
selling drugs in the club
where she worked.
A few weeks later,
another gang comes in,
asking the same thing,
but she tells them the score.
And they leave, extremely displeased.
- Why, what happened?
- Well, it was just a normal Friday.
Angie had been at the gym.
She come and picked me up
so we could drive home.
Getting out of the car, and suddenly,
we hear the screech of tyres.
And there's a Ford Escort comes
sharking towards us.
And then, I see a gun
coming out the window.
Angie's like:
'We need to make a run for it.
They're gonna come back for us!'
(TENSE MUSIC)
Then, I heard it
(GUNSHOT)
(GASPS)
(REFLECTIVE MUSIC)
- MICK: W-Was she OK?
- Mm.
She got hit in the leg.
Hospital saved her, just.
Well, thank God for that.
It was the start of the end,
then, you know?
This beautiful utopia had been
turned into guns and gangs.
You know what?
This this is not gonna
work out, all this.
SUGAR: What?
I'm gonna bell up that Val,
and I'm gonna tell her.
I'm gonna tell her to find someone else.
But Curtis, I think I've found her.
Looks like she got married
last year. Look.
Let's see.
- This is Angie, right?
- So beautiful.
Hang on, that's not Matty, the groom.
- Well, who's that then?
- I have no idea.
Oh, my God!
Ha.
The priest!
The priest is Matty Ravenscroft.
- (DOOR BELL DINGS)
- Thank you.
M THEODORAKIS: Zorba The Greek ♪
(TRADITIONAL GREEK BOUZOUKI MUSIC)
(SLOW, PLAYFUL MELODY
WITH PLUCKED STRINGS)
- (EXHALES DEEPLY)
- Can I help you?
I very much hope so.
I am looking for a particular cheese.
Well, you've come to the right place.
Do you happen to have a Pant-Ys-Gawn?
- Uh I'm afraid not, no.
- Shame.
What about a Timberdoodle?
- Uh No.
- Ticklemore?
- No?
- No, sorry
- Dirt Lover?
- Nope.
How about a Stinking Bishop?
THAT I think we do have, actually.
Just wait there, I'll go and check.
Marvellous. Take your time, sweetheart.
(DOOR OPENS)
It's for a very special friend.
(DOOR CLOSES)
A big cheese, you might say.
(DRAMATIC, UNEASY MUSIC)
ALLY: Honestly,
you're such a fucking idiot.
- Why didn't you lock the van?
- I did. You didn't fucking lock it!
Oh, fuck off.
- If you hadn't got drunk with fucking
- Fuck off.
Ashley in the first place.
You making that sound
like an accusation, that is wild.
All our shit was in there, Fay!
Ally, your negativity is really
bowling me out right now.
Oh, fuck off.
You're being ridiculous, fuck off.
Oh, fucking perfect!
Just when you think
the day couldn't get any worse.
- Is there something wrong?
- Yes, something's fucking wrong!
- Perceptive as ever.
- You the new girlfriend, then?
(DISTANT SHEEP BLEATING)
Yeah.
Hm. Lesbians.
- Yeah.
- Hm.
- What?
- No, it it's just that
I don't get it with lesbians.
I mean
it's like vegetarians, innit, y'know?
Saying that they don't want meat,
and then, stuffing fucking
mung bean Moussaka or
or or fucking
beetroot bangers into themselves.
And all they should be doing is
noshing down on some proper meat.
What the fuck you on about?
It's strap-ons.
A bit of a contradiction, isn't it?
- Oh, my God, what is wrong with you?
- Is this your dad?
Yeah, I don't mind. I mean
the sight of, uh
two women getting it on together-
- Oh, my God! Oh, my fucking God!
- is a it's a beautiful thing.
Hey, not me own daughter. Oh, no,
no, can't think about that. No.
OTHER women. But not the butch ones.
- Just nice ladies.
- Will you shut the fuck up?
What the fuck are we gonna do, Fay?!
We're fucking homeless!
- I don't fucking know!
- Any bright ideas to bring to the table?
What do you mean you're homeless?
Our fucking van has been nicked.
- Everything's gone.
- Fuck!
Well
come and stay at mine.
- Uh
- Yours?
(WARM, DISSONANT MUSIC)
What, at the farm?
Y'know, until you get yourselves sorted.
You can show your intended
where you grew up.
It'll be nice.
ETTA JAMES: I'd Rather Go Blind ♪
(SLOW, SOULFUL BLUES MUSIC)
(SIGHS FRUSTRATEDLY)
(BRAKES SQUEAL)
(ENGINE STOPS)
Right, here we are.
(CAR DOORS CLOSE)
JAMES: Something told me
(SIGHS)
It was o-o-o-over
Same old shithole then.
When I saw you and her talking
'Ey
..this used to be her bedroom.
Still got some
of her old schoolbooks in there.
She was smart
before she got involved
with toe rags and no marks.
- No offence.
- Yeah, no. None taken.
Right, well, you know
where everything is,
more or less, so, uh
make yourselves at home.
Oh, and if you're gonna have
any rumpy-pumpy,
keep the noise down.
Hey, same goes with me,
if I bring back a lady friend.
- Lady friend?
- Yeah, or fucking porn, or whatever.
- You know what I'm saying.
- God.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Fuck me.
(SNIGGERS)
Fucking hell.
(SIGHS)
I hated this place.
(MELANCHOLIC, PENSIVE MUSIC)
It's that smell.
It just brings it back, y'know?
And my mum
she had this, like
sadness
hanging over her.
Yeah, probably cos
she was married to him.
Yeah, probably.
(INHALES, SIGHS DEEPLY)
Look, it's just for a few days, alright?
Until we find somewhere else.
- It does smell weird in here.
- Yeah, I know.
- (CHUCKLES)
- It smells really bad.
MAN: Everything Starts With An E.
WOMAN: Despite being posted anonymously,
we've managed to trace
the original IP address.
You might be surprised
who it belongs to.
Hm.
What my daughter does is her business.
And even if I knew anything
about her activities,
or where she's living, which I DON'T,
I wouldn't fucking tell you two cunts.
You must be proud of
how she's turned out, your Alison
hanging around with scum
like Vinnie O'Neill,
getting involved with illegal
activities.
No, I'm not happy.
But there's one way
it could have been worse.
She could have been
a fucking piggy. Oink, oink.
Now, fuck off!
(BRIGHT, JAZZY BRASS MUSIC)
I'm hearing on the grapevine
that you had a little visit
from Curtis Plum, who,
for reasons best known to himself,
has been hanging out
with these two losers.
Who's told you that?
- (RECORD SNAPS)
- (GASPS) Oops.
It was only Tiffany's Greatest Hits;
it deserves snapping.
Oh, hello, what's this section,
Kenny? Rare and Collectible.
What about
Pink Floyd's Dark Side Of The Moon?
(GASPS) On pink vinyl.
Breaking that'd be a crime.
I'm hearing noises
about an illegal rave, Ken
possibly Vincent O'Neill and his
gang of scroaty friends involved.
I'm not a grass, Mr Slater.
(PLAYFULLY TENSE MUSIC)
(RECORD CREAKS)
(MUSIC BUILDS)
- (RECORD SNAPS)
- (GASPS)
Oh, fuck me dick hole. Fine.
I'll tell you what I fucking know.
(UPBEAT, LIVELY MUSIC)
ALLY: So I did
a facial recognition search,
and bingo.
VINNIE: Let's have a look.
Look at that bloody moustache.
What's his name there?
He's changed it to Reverend Raabta?
He's at a church 40 miles away.
- Are you sure that's him, dude?
- Definitely him.
Yeah, but he doesn't look
like a fucking E wizard
It's him!
Oh, Matty Ravenscroft, a priest.
- Fucking mind blowing.
- Uff!
I need a drink.
Come on Vin, for Val and Vern,
we gotta make it happen.
I know. We've just gotta keep
bloody preparations up, don't we?
Fucking lights, a generator.
JJ: You know who gonna have that kind
of shit. Fucking Chinese Dan.
Oh. I'm not going seeing
that Chinese cunt, not for a minute.
- No. You can't say that.
- Wait 'till you see him.
Hey, I'll tell you summat else,
you can take this fucker with ya.
Always gets lippy on the price,
he'll screw us over.
FAY: Fuck that.
I'm not going with that fucking NPC.
- NPC?
- No fucking
Yeah.
(ALL GASP) Would an NPC do that?
You fucking zoomer.
(ALL LAUGH MOCKINGLY)
Ooh, stinger.
(HARDCORE TECHNO RAP MUSIC)
- Yes?
- It's us.
- We're here to see Chinese Dan.
- Who's "us"?
The people that you can see.
I know you.
But we've tightened security,
- so I'm gonna need names.
- Tightened security?
On your warehouse
that sells knock off gear?
Don.
- Don Key.
- Mick.
That wasn't hard, was it?
(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)
- Don Key?
- Yeah.
Fine.
Calvin says that you're in the
market for a large generator.
- Yeah. Biggest you can lay your hands on.
- Oh, I can get my hands on a big one.
Now, why would you be
wanting one of them?
- What business is that of yours?
- I'll tell you what business it is of mine,
person I've never met before in my life,
I don't let my stock leave here and
be used for criminal enterprises.
MICK: Look, it's for a huge rave night.
Yeah. For a couple
that fell in love raving,
and and the bloke's dying.
Oh, so it's like a love request, like.
Y'know, you should have said.
I used to be a raver.
What? When?
(BEAT-BOXING SINGLE BEAT)
Techno, techno, techno
Give it to me now
Techno, techno, techno
Pump it, pump it, pump it
Techno, techno, techno
Pump me up, pump me up
Techno, techno
(BEAT-BOXING)
Bumbaclot ♪
Good God.
Uh Yeah, so we need a generator,
and some lights, and, uh
- how much do you want for them speakers?
- Hey, they're good speakers, them.
Shall we say three grand all in?
- Three grand. You can fuck off.
- Alright two-five,
- but that's me going out on a limb.
- Grand. Final offer.
- Grand?
- Yeah.
Why don't you take this shirt, too?
Take it off me back.
Go on, you might as well have it.
That's what you want. And I'll tell
you what else you can have as well.
Why won't you have this lovely vest?
- Fucking hell.
- Just leave it on.
Go on. That's what you're asking
for: everything I've got.
JJ, just pay him.
His fucking belly button's about
to swallow me.
Alright, listen. Generator, them lights
over there, speakers. Two grand, alright?
Two grand? Why don't you just
take my fucking trousers
- Just pay him, JJ!
- from my legs?
- Make him stop! Make him stop!
- Just fucking pay him, JJ!
AIR: Sexy Boy ♪
(DREAMY ELECTRONIC MUSIC)
(CAR BLEEPS)
Sexy boy ♪
(DAVEY GRUNTING)
(MAN CHOCKING, GAGGING)
Hello, gorgeous.
Hm (SNIFFING) can you smell that?
That is a Dorset Blue Vinny.
Oh, it's a hard,
crumbly cheese with blue veins.
Which I thought was quite appropriate,
given our mutual friend, Vincent. Hm?
(CONTINUES CHOKING, GAGGING)
Now, you listen here, Joey.
(UNEASY MUSIC)
If you don't you play ball,
it could be the last smell
that you ever smell.
(GRUNTS) No, ah, ah, ah. (TUTTING)
I do not take death threats lightly.
Nor do I like suspicious
summonings to car parks.
So here's my offer to you, right?
You either work with me,
or you work against me. Capiche!
(GRUNTS, GROANS)
(CHOKING LOUDLY)
You little fuck!
Bent me (GROANING) fucking nose!
That's it,
you run, run, run, little Davey,
to whatever hovel you came from.
Cos when I find you, I'm gonna turn you,
and everything you treasure,
into FUCKING FONDUE-UE-UE-UE!
THE RAPTURE:
In The Grace Of Your Love ♪
(UPLIFTING DANCE-PUNK RHYTHM
WITH STEADY DRUMS AND BASS)
In the grace of your love
You don't turn me away
In the grace of your love
- Did you hear any of that?
- No, brother.
Good.
In the grace of your love
Every day, when I wake up
Forgive me father, for I have sinned.
I've taken a lot of drugs.
I've had sex with a lot of women.
And I've not always been faithful.
And I've encouraged people
down a path of hedonism and debauchery.
But I did it all
with the best human being
I have ever known.
Curtis?
(DOOR OPENS)
(LAUGHS)
- Curtis Plum?
- Matthew Ravenscroft.
Oh, my God.
LEFTFIELD: Song Of Life ♪
(HYPNOTIC RHYTHMS WITH DEEP BASSLINE
AND ATMOSPHERIC EFFECTS)
(MUSIC FADES OUT SUDDENLY)
State of ya.
What happened to the Wizard?
Me and Angie were good together
for a while in Goa.
We'd travelled a bit, but
we tried to keep up with the
alternative lifestyle, you know?
Plenty of skunk, plenty of uppers
downers, you name it.
But we weren't getting any younger,
and the people we were partying with,
they ended up looking like
our children. (CHUCKLES)
(SNIFFS) Y'know
- things move on without you realising.
- Mm.
Eventually, me and Angie, we broke up.
It wasn't acrimonious.
It had just run its course, but
I-I-I was in a terrible place.
Bad comedown.
Paranoid.
A-And I I'm sat at the side
of this dusty road
..and this car pulls opposite,
stops outside this crappy store
to get some drinks.
The window's open
..and I hear this song;
it's Save A Prayer by Duran Duran.
DURAN DURAN: Save A Prayer ♪
Save A Prayer?
Yeah. And it got me
thinking about me dad
and how religious he was,
and how I pushed all that aside.
And then like a rush
- like a kind of, um
- Epiphany?
Exactly.
- Yeah.
- it hit me.
In that moment, I knew
I had to give myself to God.
Wow.
And first word I saw
after thinking this was "Raabta"
which means "soulful."
That's why I changed me name.
Mate, you
you had 'rave' in your surname.
(CHUCKLES)
Listen, there's this couple,
Val and Vernon, and, uh
Vernon's dying.
And they fell in love
because of us back in the day,
so I've agreed
to put one last rave on for 'em.
I want you by me side.
I'm not the Wizard anymore, Curtis.
You are. Yes, you are
because it's inside ya.
What we did weren't so different.
It was spiritual.
We lifted 'em up. We showed 'em God.
It was all chemicals.
It faded.
Jesus turned water into wine, brother.
Just cos you're altered, it doesn't
mean them feelings aren't real.
People fell in love.
They saw a different way
of being, and
maybe that stayed with 'em.
N-JOI: Anthem ♪
(ENERGETIC, BREAKBEAT HOUSE MUSIC)
Everyone
I want you put
your motherfucking hands together.
And let me introduce you to a very,
very special friend of mine.
Please welcome
the Wizard
of E.
BLOCKSTER: You Should Be ♪
(UPBEAT HOUSE RHYTHM WITH BRIGH
SYNTH STABS AND DISCO-STYLE STRINGS)
(LAUGHTER INAUDIBLE)
Dancing, dancing
Dancing
Dancing
Dancing-ancing, dancing
(BLOWING WHISTLE RHYTHMICALLY)
Dan-Dan-Dan-Dancing D-D-D-D-Dancing
Dancing, yeah
Dancing, yeah
Dancing (MUSIC STOPS)
(DOG BARKING)
(BLOWS WHISTLE)
- Nobody move.
- OFFICER: Stop what you're doing!
This is a raid.
Stay exactly where you are.
VINNIE: The fuck do you lot want?
You're fucking ruining it.
This is illegal entry,
and I have it on good authority
that there's
an unlicensed event taking place
at this venue this very evening.
- And where've you heard that?
- Kenny Rogers told me.
- Fucking Kenny Rogers.
- Wait till I see him.
Seize the gear, team.
Secure the building.
There'll be no rave happening here.
- OFFICERS: Yeah, check it, will ya?
- All clear in here, Sarge.
(MELANCHOLIC, REFLECTIVE MUSIC)
(BIRDS TWITTERING)
ALLY: Cunt.
OFFICER: Keep going. Right you are.
Nice shoes. Hey, uh
wait until your bishop hears about this.
I shall pray for you.
Mm. Alright, Ali Bongo.
Off you fuck to your pantomime.
YAZOO: Only You ♪
(GENTLE SYNTH-POP MELODY)
Looking from a window above
It's like a story of love
Can you hear me?
Came back only yesterday
I'm moving farther away
(ALLY'S PARENTS ARGUING FAINTLY
IN DISTANCE DOWNSTAIRS)
All I needed was the love you gave
- All I needed for another day
- ALLY'S MUM: I'm going!
- And all I ever knew
- (SCREAMS) No, no! (ARGUING FADES)
Only you
Sometimes, when I think of her name
When it's only a game
And I need you
Listen to the words that you say
It's getting harder to stay
When I see you
All I needed was the love you gave
All I needed for another day
And all I ever knew ♪
(MUSIC FADES AWAY)
(JIM SNORING)
ALLY: Wake up! Wake the fuck up!
All I wanted was a fucking good dad,
happy parents and a happy family;
is that too much to ask?!
Fucking selfish
pointless old cunt!
(PENSIVE MUSIC)
(PANTING)
(SIGHS ANGRILY)
What the fuck
(DOOR CREAKS)
(HEAVY RAINFALL)
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
- Alison
- No.
(BREATHING DEEPLY)
You think you know everything
- because you're a grown woman.
- Fuck off.
(PANTING)
Your mother she had anxiety.
Crippling anxiety, and paranoia.
Could barely get through
the fucking day.
You were little. You didn't understand.
So, yeah, I drank.
And, yeah, I flirted with other woman
..because
fucking being out there
was fucking better
than being in here with her.
You had two kids.
Didn't WE make you happy?
- 'Course you did.
- You know, I don't remember ONCE
you fucking reading me a bedtime story,
not ONCE you picking me up from school.
I don't have ONE SINGLE memory
of you showing me that you loved me
and that you wanted me
and that you cared for me,
like a father should do
to his fucking daughter.
That's not true.
I've always been proud of you.
I used to tell people
down the pub how clever you were.
Used to fucking have you
on the tractor
sat on my knee, and you
and you'd be giggling.
But you've forgotten that
because SHE poisoned you against me.
That's a load of fucking crap.
It's BULLSHIT.
And do you know how I know that?
Because I fucking wrote it down!
- I used to write stories.
- I know you did.
And there's one up there
The fucking Lonely Lion
in that fucking dusty,
old fucking bedroom.
And I got a fucking A star!
An A star on it!
Do you know why it was so good?
Because the lonely lion
who was fucking tougher than
anyone else in the fucking jungle
but broken inside -
it was about ME, wasn't it?!
I wrote it about fucking ME.
I'm sorry.
(SIGHS)
Really sorry.
I know I've never been any good at this.
- Go inside.
- Alison
No, I'm serious. Just fuck off.
You're too old for this shit.
You'll catch your death.
Ally?!
- THE STONE ROSES: Fools Gold ♪
- VINNIE: Fucked is what we are!
We've got no lights.
We've got no bloody generator.
We've got no fucking decks. Gone!
This is fucking Carl Slater, this,
to a shagging tee. Fuck me.
- Are we sure that he shags dogs?
- Fucking Poodles is what he bums.
Why would you choose poodles?
No, no. No, no, I wouldn't bum any dog.
But if I did, it certainly
wouldn't be a fucking poodle.
They don't even have nice faces.
- God, dude.
- Oh, my God!
Which dog would you choose, then?
- I wouldn't bum any dog.
- No, if you had to.
- I wouldn't bum any dog!
- No, if you HAD to.
Red setter.
- Straight in with Red Setter.
- Sicko.
Right, who's telling Val and Vernon,
then? (DOOR OPENS)
We can't tell a dying man
we've fucked up his love request.
- It's terrible. (DOOR CLOSES)
- MATTY: You won't have to.
Carl Slater might have
the law on his side,
but I have a much bigger man
in my corner.
'Those who stand firm
during testing are blessed'.
Cops used to try and thwart us
all the time back in the '80s.
And when they did
we had to find another way.
- Yeah.
- (LAUGHS)
I know a venue.
The rest is down to you guys.
- ALL: Amen! Hallelujah.
- The Wizard!
- BOY GEORGE: No Clause 28 ♪
- THATCHER: The aim of this government
is to make everyone
as miserable as possible.
ROBOTIC VOICE:
How deep is your love? How deep?
How deep is your love?
How deep is your love?
How deep is your love?
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(TYRES SCREECHING)
How deep is your love, yeah?
You fucked us in the arse, Kenny.
And not in a good way.
(DRONE WHIRRING)
VINNIE: Right, go on,
what's the crack, then?
VAL'S SON: People are coming
in big number.
Fuck.
They're heading in the direction
they've been told.
- Any police?
- Not yet.
Oh, my God, dude,
that's fucking sick! Come on!
(PHONE RINGS)
GURU JOSH: Infinity ♪
- Hey, how's it going?
- FAY: 'Yeah, good. You alright?'
Venue looks sick.
I think it's almost ready.
You can release the location.
- Are you sure?
- 'Yeah, hundred percent.'
(BRIGHT SAXOPHONE MELODY
LOOPS HYPNOTICALLY)
(KEYBOARD CLACKS)
(LAPTOP WHOOSHES)
(MUSIC BUILDS)
(STEADY HOUSE BEAT KICKS IN)
(AMBIENT SYNTHS SHIMMERING)
Ooh, come 'ed.
(LAUGHS)
Buzzing man.
(MUSIC BECOMES ENERGETIC)
ORBITAL: Chime ♪
(ACID HOUSE MUSIC
WITH LAYERED EFFECTS)
(PHONE RINGING)
(WATER SPLOSHING)
CARL: (ON PHONE) 'Hello?'
Sorry to interrupt your home time, sir,
but have you seen the email
I sent ya?
'Email? What email?'
(ON SPEAKER PHONE) 'Kenny Rogers has
sent us intel. The rave's back on.'
(WATER SPLASHING)
Fuck.
- Fucking
- Are you in the bath, sir?
Assemble a fucking team!
FRANKIE KNUCKLES
AND JAMIE PRINCIPLE: Your Love ♪
(SOFT, ARPEGGIATED SYNTH LINE
LOOPS HYPNOTICALLY)
(SIRENS WAILING)
OFFICER: (ON RADIO)
'Be there in two minutes. Over.'
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(DISTANT WAILING SIRENS APPROACHING)
'Once we're there,
get ready to stand by.'
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
'Right then, let's move!'
(TYRES SCREECHING)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(GLEEFUL LAUGHTER)
(MUSIC STOPS)
(CAR DOORS CLOSE)
- I think we've been misinformed, sir.
- Oh, you fucking think.
I'm going back to that twat, Rogers,
and I'm gonna smash
every single piece of vinyl
that I can get my hands on.
LIQUID: Sweet Harmony ♪
(EUPHORIC, BRIGHT PARTY MUSIC)
Hey
- I love you so much, Vern.
- I love you.
Hey, fat head.
Carpe diem, Christopher.
Abso-fucking-lutely.
Come here.
Ah, you're not so bad, you sad old cunt.
Is this cos you're off your face?
No, it's cos you're my dad.
- But, yeah, I am off my face.
- (LAUGHS)
In sweet harmony, in sweet harmony
In sweet harmony, in sweet harmony
In sweet harmony, in sweet harmony
In sweet harmony In sweet harmony ♪
(MUSIC STOPS)
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
DAVEY: I want someone dead.
I can get you a bloke who'll
pretend; he's cheap, amenable.
No, somebody ALREADY dead.
- Where's the body?
- Coroners.
Right, hold on to your hats!
(ENGINE REVS)
- ALL: Woah!
- Fuck!
ASHLEY: If we'll have
any chance walking a dead body
down a main street, it's Halloween.
JIM: Right I better get you home.
Oh, he's got the wrong fucking mummy!
Jim is drunk-driving
with a stolen corpse!
(HORN BLARES)
Fuck off!
Any questions?
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I got so much trouble in my mind
Give me the strength to carry on
Give me the strength to carry on
Cos everything I got
Is just about gone
And I think about it
I think about it ♪