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(birds squawking)
(creaking)
(hoarse panting) (coughing)
(train approaching)
(fence rattling)
(grunting and panting)
(rattling)
(grunting)
(clatter)
(groaning)
You fucking coon!
Run!
(rattling)
Here, boy!
Nigger mind.
Go black home.
Be all white in the morning. (laughter)
(rattling)
(screaming)
(singing): Be all white in the morning.
Please, brother!
Please, brother.
(laughter) Brother, please.
He said please. (laughter)
(male voices harmonizing)
(dance music)
(reporters): The government and the British people are concerned
at the level of immigrants arriving in the country.
Enoch Powell has claimed there will be "rivers of blood"
if immigrants continue to flow into the country unchecked.
Hundreds of black immigrants poured into Tilbury Port onboard the Windrush.
There is a genuine concern by locals that jobs...
Many British people have publicly voiced their resentment
at the recent immigrant influx,
claiming that Enoch Powell is right.
Disturbances have broken out within the inner cities,
as right-wing groups clash with local immigrant populations.
Police struggle to gain control as the violence escalated.
Nigerian immigrants have struggled to assimilate in their foreign culture.
Reports have indicated that many are now taking
to fostering their babies out to white working-class families.
Many have thought enticement to free education and good jobs are outweighing parental care.
Reports indicate that this practice has spread across the entire country,
numbering as high as tens of thousands.
(train rattling)
(seagulls squawking) (barking)
Over there.
(baby fussing) Shhh.
Fred?
What's his name?
Enitan.
- Sorry? - His name is Enitan.
- Eni... Eni... Enitan. - Enitan.
- That's nice. - That's... that's a lovely name, yeah.
Mm-hmm. And you said he's just six weeks?
Yes.
- Oh, yeah. - The money, then?
- Yeah. Okay. - We are both working and study.
It's just until we finish our studies
and return to Nigeria.
(baby fussing)
Oh... let me...
He's lovely.
Please take care of our son.
(Tom Jones's Once Upon A Time) - Eni, get from behind there.
(baby crying) That's why they'd all better behave themselves
and do what Mummy tells them, else they'll all be back
on the next banana boat to bloody Wooga Wooga land.
I made the tea last time. Do it yourself.
Mingle, shut that baby up. Keep your mouth shut.
Read this for me, babes. Me eyes hurt.
Don't know why you're lying. Y'know you can't bleeding read.
"We are sorry...
we could not come down again.
We are working hard,
and we'll try to see you soon."
Who's it from? Which one is it?
- Eni's mum. - Eni's mum.
Blimey. Eni's parents not coming down again.
They only live a couple of hours away in London.
Too bleeding busy trying to become lawyers instead of visiting their boy.
Anyway. Eni really gets on my nerves, Lynn.
Thought you liked having the kids.
I don't mind Dopey and Mingle, his sisters and the rest of them,
but... he just rubs me the wrong way.
Y'know, scrounging for attention all the time like he's special. He's annoying.
- Aw, you don't mean that, Ing. - She's only jealous 'cause he's happy.
No, I ain't.
He thinks he's better than the rest of 'em.
Look at him. Sits behind there, talking to hisself,
saying he's got an imaginary friend.
So? What's wrong with that?
I got me an imaginary friend and I call him Tom. Tom Jones.
(laughter) - I remember your mother telling me
you was like that as a toddler.
Always in your own world.
Don't want none of my kids growing up soft, that's all.
- No chance of that. - How much d'you say his parents give you for Eni Ing?
£13 a week for him and his sisters.
- Mind yourselves. - Plus their family-allowance books.
- What? - Yeah, government gives them £5 vouchers per week, per kid.
I could do with a bit of that.
My Tony's been made redundant again, ain't he?
Lynn, you can't pick 'em up and drop 'em as you please.
Nah, especially when you got social workers up your arse.
They ain't bleedin' toys, Lynn.
Right.
Divvy cods! Get from behind there.
Just needs to be put to work,
instead of sitting behind that sofa daydreaming, playing silly buggers all day.
Yeah. No more silly buggers.
(man shouting)
(rock music)
D'you wanna be Mummy's favourite?
Do ya? Go on.
(baby crying) Shhh.
(man shouting)
(baby fussing)
Shhh.
- Oi! - Little bleeder!
I told you not to touch anything, didn't I?!
Git, wait till I get you home, embarrass me like that.
I'm sorry. I keep telling him not to touch. I'm really sorry.
Come here.
We had to do it so we didn't get caught, alright?
Nearly got Mummy in trouble, didn't you? Eh? Silly?
Got to do better if you want to be Mummy's favourite.
Right, you lot, I want this place spick'n'span.
I don't want no stuck-up social workers saying my house ain't clean.
I have to see if I can get some money out of 'em.
Jack, you use that for the bloody dog.
I'll use 'em on bloody you in a minute. Get here.
It's alright all the bloody same, innit? You don't mind, do ya, kids?
(kids): No, Dad! (laughter)
Oi, Herberts. When you're done,
I want you to get round to Aunty Lynn's.
Don't want them knowing how many of youse I got.
Mum, how comes Madam doesn't have to get her hair cut?
Don't you worry about Madam. Any dirt, any misbehaving,
I'll have 'em takes youse all back to Wooga Wooga land. (kids): No!
- What's that? Ah! - Oh, my God, it's a mouse! Kill it! Kill it!
- I can't. - Jack! Kill it.
Make it go outside.
It ain't gonna bloody hurt you.
It's just come for a haircut.
We love you, Mum. (laughter)
And what is your name?
- Oi. - Madam.
Well, you're a good, clean girl, Madam.
Leave me alone. (Ingrid chuckling)
No lice or ringworm,
and their general health seems fine.
- I keep my kids bloody clean. - Mrs. Carpenter,
when did you last speak to the families of the children?
I ain't heard from his at all.
The others, I ain't heard or received nothing from 'em in ages.
- The farming phenomenon. - The what?
Nigerian families fostering their children out
to white families across the country - it's what we term it.
They ain't bleedin' potatoes. Why don't you call 'em something friggin' sensible?
The practice has been tripling in the last six months.
And regrettably, the welfare resources
aren't designed to extend to private fostering.
- What d'you expect me to do? I got nothing to feed them on. - You can't cope?
No, I'm saying I could use a bit of help.
If we can't track down the natural parents,
the new directives tell us to place the children
in care institutions until they're deported
to the closet known relative... - Wait. Hang on.
They were born here, they're British. You can't deport them.
Well, we hope it won't come to that.
We all want the best for the children, Mrs. Carpenter.
But it's a question of budget.
You say your husband is a long-distance lorry driver, away for days at a time.
Will he be coming today?
We did ask to see the both of you.
He's at work.
Someone's gotta feed 'em.
♪ Your love is everything to me ♪
♪ With you is where I long to be ♪
♪ You're always on my mind ♪
♪ So don't waste precious time ♪♪
What you doing home? (turning music off) You should be at school.
Go on. You can have one of your funny half-hours.
(up-tempo music)
♪ I gave my mom a gift and she gave me a smile ♪
♪ Now I got this feeling that I ain't had in a while ♪
♪ Oh yeah ♪ ♪ Oh yeah ♪
♪ Feelin' alright oh yeah ♪ ♪ Oh yeah ♪
That's a good girl.
Hmm. (Ingrid chuckling) - Eating Daddy's dinner.
Lucky Daddy didn't eat his food last night, eh?
Mummy's baby, eh? Mm.
(chuckling)
♪ I woke up in the morning ♪
♪ And I saw in the end She took the thing I gave her ♪
Oi! Don't forget your sisters.
(kids shouting)
♪ I'm feelin' ashamed Oh no ♪
♪ Sho enough she gave my heart away ♪
♪ No longer Mommy's good books ♪
I told you not to walk down here, coon! Didn't I?
♪ That ain't right ♪
Go get him, Sheila!! (screaming)
- It's okay, Eni. It's okay. - It's been a bloody hour already.
Look at his leg. I'll sort it me friggin' self.
- We'll wait for Jack. - Jack ain't here!
We've been waiting for Jack half an hour. It's an hour, it's an hour.
He said half an hour he'd be here.
(children shouting) - What the fuck's going on here, then?
Them bastard Smiths set a dog on him.
I've had him down the hospital. He's had 15 stitches.
What you gonna do? - They should've stopped it.
- Right. Nothing, then, is it? - That bleeding dog needs putting down.
They set a dog on your son, and your gypsy cousins just stood there and watched.
Now you fucking go out there and kill it.
I mean it, Jack. Slit its fucking throat. I want it dead!
Shut it.
Right, you, come on, get up.
Now, I've told you, boy, ain't I? You gotta stop your whining.
- Jack! - I'm not having him come home balling like a friggin' baby.
Now, you got a choice. You either go out there and get beat,
or come in here and get beat. Now get out there...
- Don't have him fighting. - Send him out there by himself?
He's got to learn to fight for himself.
Now, you pick up a brick and you hit 'em.
And don't come back till you've done it. Alright?
Now go on.
- Eni, don't go out there. - Jack.
- Look, make me a sandwich. - He's only a kid!
Jack! (women shouting)
(rumbling)
(kids singing) ♪ Rain's gone away ♪
♪ We're going out to play ♪
♪ The rain's gone away We're going out... ♪
Eni, where are we going?
I'm looking for the end of the rainbow.
♪ We're going out to play ♪♪
Eni, I'm hungry.
- Is that it? - It's just a puddle.
I want to go home.
Look, there's a rainbow.
Wow, there's a rainbow.
- What's he doing? - He's making a wish.
Let's join him.
It's gone. (all): What?!
- Let's go. - Eni, what did you wish for?
- I wished for a dog. - I wished for a... - Last one home's a fathead.
(excited chatter)
You guys wish too much.
(up-tempo music)
(man shouting)
You should've wished that we'd all be happy.
Well done, baba.
(indistinct chatter)
Eni, come.
(foreign language)
Daddy's home. (chuckling)
(speaking Yoruba)
Children, these are your sisters.
Hmm?
Now, make yourself at home. Come, come, come.
Eni, come and greet your grandfather.
Eni.
Here, come, come.
Enitan, go and say hello to your grandfather.
Look at his face.
They fear their own kind.
You must do the prayer ritual
to bring his ancestral spirit back home.
(spirited chanting)
(chanting continues)
(drumming)
(Enitan): Stop!! (chanting continues)
(drumming continues) Leave me alone.
Like this, like this. (laughing)
(cheering)
(excited chatter) (music playing)
(chanting): Allahu Akbar!
(all): Allahu Akbar! (drumming)
- Name? - Akim, sir.
- Name? - Remi Olasa.
Name?
Answer me. What is your name?
So you don't want to talk?
Go stand on one leg in that corner.
We will teach you to talk today, Mr. English.
You will talk.
(laughter) (shouting)
Shut up.
Now come here. Get up. Come.
Come here.
You will talk today. You hear me?
You will talk. Ah!
- Femi, Femi... - It took us everything to get him in there.
Let's think about this for a second.
What is there to think about? We gave him everything.
We'll find him another school. There's so many schools out there.
Where, Tolu? That was the third one. I don't know what else to do.
- Uh, okay, we'll educate him ourselves... - When, Tolu?
We are both working night and day.
Look, the boy is beating teachers,
and he still won't speak.
Can't you see there's something wrong with him?
Femi, Femi, wait. Please.
I'm afraid. I don't want to lose my son again.
Calm down.
I don't want to lose him, either, eh?
But I don't want my son to end up a dullard.
If he stays here, we know that he's going to become a ruffian.
Please. - Remember what Elijah said.
He needs to be here. He has to be here.
He told us.
But at least if he goes there, he will go to school.
And maybe begin to speak again and behave normal.
Look at that.
There, that one. What's that?
It's their religion, ain't it?
- "Vooju." - That's wicked.
- Ought to report 'em to the authorities. - No, Ing.
Lynn. Don't want the school coming over here blaming me.
That's another thing. He's already behind in school.
Reckon they couldn't find him a school.
Kept the girls, set him back. Bloody ridiculous.
He's got bruises, keeps carving stuff over me furniture and he won't talk.
What ya mean, he don't talk?
They said he hasn't said a word in six months.
He ain't spoke a word in six months?
Like one of them deaf and dumbs? - That's what they said.
He ain't half-dark now, Ing.
Well, I expect it's the sun, ain't it?
Six months of that turn anyone blue.
You'll be alright, though, Ing.
Run out of electric, all you gotta do is ask him to smile.
He'd light up the whole bleeding street. (laughter)
Here, watch this. Eni?
What'd you think of Wooga Wooga land?
Wooga Wooga man cut his tongue out, see?
That's what happens if you don't behave.
Ain't right, splitting 'em up like that.
It's kidnap, ain't it? They're allowed to just take 'em like that?
They're fostered, not adopted. They can take 'em whenever they want.
Still ain't right.
He'll be alright now he's back, won't you, son? We won't let 'em get ya.
(gasping) Don't like it, don't like it!
I'm the Wooga Wooga man and I'm coming to get you!
Wooga, Wooga, Wooga, Wooga, Wooga.
(laughter) - Oh!
Did you see his face? (laughter)
Eni, come back here and do the Wooga Wooga dance for Mummy.
(distant laughter)
(panting)
Eni, get your bleeding arse in here.
I've had just about enough of you. (laughter)
(kids shouting and laughing)
You look stupid. (kids jeering)
(laughter)
- Look at his hair! - He looks like an African.
- I ain't African, you wogs! - Yes, you are.
(shouting)
(rock music)
(howling) ♪ Black boy ♪
♪ Brought up in Tilbury ♪
♪ I used to go and think no one was harder than me... ♪
(background chatter)
I'll take youse.
(indistinct chatter) (laughter)
♪ Black boy ♪
♪ I ain't going out without a fight ♪
♪ Fight ♪
♪ Fight ♪♪
Two more minutes.
What you looking at, you black bastard?
- What did you just call me? - You're the black bastard, coon.
(laughter) - Yeah, you stupid wog. - Eh?
(clatter) Come on!
(teacher): Hey! Stop that! (shouting)
- Break it up! - Hey!
(exclaiming) - Fucking prick.
You've had your last warning.
I'm suspending you from this school!
Now get out!!
Get back to your work!
(panting) You okay? (howling)
♪ Black boy ♪
♪ Brought up in Tilbury ♪
♪ Black boy ♪
♪ I ain't going out without a fight ♪
♪ Without a fight ♪
♪ Without a fight ♪♪ (music fading)
(music playing in distance)
(laughing) - Fuck off!
- Ah, don't cry. - Fuck off.
Here, Lev, look. Look who we got here.
(indistinct chatter) Oi, Levi, look.
It's the wank brigade. (laughter)
(clatter) - Oi, off you go. - Go on!
(car door closing) (engine starting)
- Go on! - Fuck off.
Get out, you cunt! (shouting) - Fucking bastard.
- Wanker! - Come here again, you pay rent, mate.
(laughter)
Africa!
They took me Madam back to Africa. (sobbing)
She was me angel. - Don't cry.
- I'm sorry, Mummy. - Don't cry.
- Oh, stop it! Go away. - Shhh-shhh.
Alright, go and sit down kids. Sit down.
They said she was only going to London for a visit.
You know how they are, Ing. This was always on the cards.
They're not our kids.
You're the nanny, not their mother.
Parents was always gonna try and get them back.
But Madam was me baby.
What am I gonna do now? This lot are friggin' useless. (door closing)
(breathing shakily) I wish they'd taken him. Pig.
He's the one always fighting, not her.
It's his bloody fault.
It's your fault, you useless git.
Another report of you fighting at that friggin' school and you're going with her.
Back.
Back, bloody back, you horrible bastard!
She was worth ten of you.
All of ya, you're all next,
the whole bleeding fucking lot of ya!
Come sit down.
I've gone all hot now. (exclaiming)
You really shouldn't be here.
(thunder rumbling)
I can talk to the headmaster and see if he can reduce the suspension.
You're an intelligent pupil, you should be in school.
Don't give a toss about school.
(thunder rumbling)
Then what do you care about?
Would you like to talk inside the car for a minute out of the rain?
Why did you call me a black bastard?
'Cause...
It's what you are.
Did you... ever have any dreams of...
what you wanted to be, growing up as a boy, Eni?
When I was a girl, I always dreamed of being a scientist.
Draw.
You mean like... an artist?
I like paper when it's...
clean and white.
Blank.
Put stuff on it and watch it come awake.
That's...
...beautiful.
Do you...
have anyone you can talk to, Eni?
Friends? - Yeah, loads.
Well, that's good.
I make 'em up.
Talk to 'em behind the sofa.
You mean...
...in your imagination.
That's... who your friend is.
Yeah.
My imagination's my friend.
(indistinct chatter)
(dog barking in the distance)
(ska/reggae music) ♪ This generation ♪
♪ Rules the nation ♪♪
Here, boy! (shouting)
- Where d'ya think you're going, coon? - Argh!
(laughter) - Come on!!
(laughter) - Get outta the way. (grunting)
(indistinct scream)
(indistinct chatter) (grunting)
Just gonna take him for a little ride.
(groaning) - Come on!
(laughter) (shouting)
No!!
Going for a little ride! (shouting)
(Enitan crying out)
Get over there! Get! (groaning)
Stay down. (groaning)
(laughter) Strip him.
(grunting) - No!
No! (Enitan shouting)
Let me get his trousers off so he can't run.
No!!
You're vermin, you are.
A filthy... fucking... disease.
And that is how you spread it.
And infect our little white girls with it, ain't ya?
Let me cut if off, Lev, so he can't 'taminate nothing.
Don't want more wogs.
(laughter)
Ah, looks like someone gave it a snip already.
We've seen you and that wog teacher cozy like little lovebirds, eh?
(laughter) Get him up.
Ah! No!
(grunting)
I ain't scared of you.
- Over there. - No!
Fuck off me, you fucking...
(grunting) - Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! (shouting)
(screeching like a monkey) (laughter)
- Oh... - I'll smack him. That's right.
(laughter) - Ah...
(tinny music playing) - Go on, Lev, mark him.
What you gonna do, Lev?
- Burn him, Lev! Go on! - Black pudding.
(laughter)
(shouting) (cawing)
Fuck him up! Slice it.
I'm gonna stamp you and your vermin out.
Well, slice it off. Slice off his dirty black sausage.
(crow cawing) - Chop it off.
(Lev breathes deeply.)
Come on. (laughter)
Get your knife out, Lev.
- Go on, Lev. - Go on, Lev.
- Chop it off! - Yeah, chop it off!
(shouting) (all): Chop it off!
(laughter) - Slice it.
♪ And so me say we a go hear it on the stereo ♪
♪ Pass the dutchie on the left-hand side ♪
♪ Pass the dutchie 'pon the left-hand side ♪ ♪ Me say ♪
♪ Pass the dutchie 'pon the left-hand side ♪
♪ It a gonna burn ♪ ♪ Give me the music make me jump and prance ♪
♪ It a go done ♪ ♪ Give me the music make me rock in the dance ♪
♪ On the left-hand side ♪ ♪ Me say me say ♪
♪ On the left-hand side ♪ ♪ Me say ♪
♪ On the left-hand side ♪
(laughter)
♪ On the left-hand side ♪ - Look! It's a white coon!
♪ Me say the left-hand side ♪
(laughter)
(shouting)
(indistinct taunting)
(all): Go black home!
Be all white in the morning!
♪ On the left-hand side ♪♪
Yemi's Mummy's little girl, ain't ya?
So the girls couldn't fit in, either?
- Nah, they hated it. Didn't ya, babes? - It's horrible.
Couldn't wait to get home to Mummy.
- Look at them looking. - Who?
What you looking at, four-eyes?
Cor blimey, anyone'd think you're Queen of England, Ing.
No, when Dopey and Mingle come back, Eni's mum wrote me,
asking if she could bring some other African kids over.
- Really? - Yeah, Jack put a stop to it.
Says we can't have no more, says we're overcrowded, says it's cruel.
Dunno what'd make a mother give up her own child in the first place.
Oh, rainbows. Whole lot of 'em. Chasing bleeding rainbows.
Well, I know I couldn't never give mine up for no rainbows.
What made you have 'em, Ing?
- I love 'em. - There's so many.
Don't matter.
But why them ones and not, you know?
After me second miscarriage, Jack wouldn't risk it.
So we answered an ad in the paper.
Didn't think about it. Just seemed right at the time.
Don't you ever wish they was yours, though?
They are mine. Ain't ya, babes? My little doll.
Yemi, you Mummy's little girl?
Yeah, Mummy's favourite.
(birdsong)
(school bell ringing)
Fuckin' spank about the head.
(indistinct chatter)
(laughter)
(tinny music playing)
(shouting)
Fucking bastards, fucking bastards,
fucking bastards...
Oi, you lanky git!!
Ain't that that coon you painted white, Levi?
Alright there, snowdrop?!
(laughter)
Go on, get him, Lev.
- Go on, Lev. - Go on, Lev. (laughter)
- Go on, Lev, get your glass out. Go on. - Yes, Lev!
Lovely.
(laughter) - Ready?
Hey!
(laughter)
Go on.
Go on, have him, Levi! (grunting)
Yes, Lev!
(groaning)
Do you think this... is a fucking game?
- No. - Eh?
Coon.
Fuck off, coon.
What you looking at?
What are ya?
Say it. What are ya?
Say it. What are you?
"I'm a coon." Say it.
Go on.
Go on! Fucking say it.
Fucking say it! What are ya?! Eh?
Go on! What are ya?
Say it.
Fucking say it. Look at me and say it.
Go on, what are ya? (strangled): I'm a coon.
Eh?
- I'm a coon. - A what?
- I'm a coon. - You're a fucking coon.
Again.
- I'm a coon. - Again. - I'm a coon.
- Louder. - I'm a coon. - Louder.
- I'm a coon. - Louder! - I'm a coon!
- Louder!!! - I'm a coon...!! (teacher): Stop that!
(laughter)
(panting) - Yeah, a fucking coon.
(teacher): Oh, my God, why are you doing this?!
Go on, piss off!
Little wankers.
Go on, monkey, off to class.
(whistling)
(laughter)
It's a fucking wog dog!
Keep him as a pet, Lev. (laughter)
(dissonant music)
(rock music)
Give me the money! Give me the fucking money!
Get back over there!
(shouting)
(rock music)
♪...Kicking down the doors We're taking all the money ♪
♪ Leaving blood all over the floor ♪
(indistinct chatter) - ...kiss her!
- Let go! - I think she fuckin' likes it!
(shouting)
(laughter)
Oi! Oi! (shouting)
Let's go! - Shut up!
- Where's the fucking money?! - It's over there! It's...
(exclaiming) (laughing)
Go on. Now read it! Go on!
(screaming) (laughter)
♪ We just don't care ♪
(shouting)
♪ We just don't care ♪
(shouting)
Go on, Bomber! Fucking hit him!
♪ We just don't care ♪
(laughter)
I told you to stay out there, coon.
♪ But we don't care ♪
Yeah, yeah...!
(all): Yeah, yeah!
- Gray Skins! - What d'you want to do, Lev?
Fuck it. (rock music)
Come get your money, you dicks!
(laughter)
Come here, you wanker! (shouting)
♪ We just don't care ♪♪
(laughter)
- You're a pet, not a skin. - What you doing with it, Jonesy, buying another dildo?
I'll have this and that, and that.
- What you doing, Lev? - Yeah. - Ah, Lev, come on.
- Come on, mate. - Coon. Here.
(Skins): Come on, Lev! Come on, Lev.
- Throw the fuckin' money! - Right here!
Yeah, yeah!! (all): Yeah!! Yeah, yeah!
(shouting) - Fuck!
- Oi, oi! - Get up! Mine!
(shouting) - What are you doing?
(shouting) - Get off!!
(singing to tinny music)
(singing) (indistinct chatter)
Oi, oi!!
- Oi, oi. - Oh, there he is.
(laughter)
- Come. - Nice one, Jonesy.
D'see what I done at that robbery? I was the dog's bollocks.
(laughter) Not you, coon. Lev.
Oi, Levi. Gray Skins are gonna be well pissed
we robbed a post office on their turf.
- Fuck them wannabes! - Fuck them wannabes!
(laughter)
- Oi, Brenda. - Hmm? - C'mere.
- Breath stinks! - Come on. C'mere.
- C'mere. - No, you come down here.
- Oh, for fucksake. - Come on.
Come on, love, I haven't got all bloody day.
I heard they got biggun. (snorting)
(woman laughing)
You suck it, then. I ain't. Go on, make 'im get it out.
Oi, what you two giggling at?
Oi, watch this.
Oi... nignog.
(skin guffawing) Get it out.
Let's have a look at it. I wanna see what it looks like.
Is it the same colour as the rest of ya? (guffawing and laughter)
- Oi. - What?
Only wanted to have a look.
- Yeah, yeah! - Oi, oi!
(exclamations) - Oh, my God.
(laughter) - Oi, let's have a look at that.
(laughter) - Oh, friggin' hell.
Fathead's found a new girlfriend!
- Oh, look at the balls on it. Look. - What's that you've got, mate?
Show us your new friend, Fathead.
(laughter) - Where'd you get that from?
(laughter) - Hello.
(squealing) (laughter)
St-st-stole... stole it from the gypsies for you, Lev.
(laughter) (pig grunting)
Gray Skins looking for ya. - Fuck Gray Skins.
(pig squealing)
- Fuck off. - You're a wanker.
- Come on, let's leave 'em. - Oh, come on, Paul. - No, he's a tosser.
(indistinct chatter) (laughter)
Come here, coon.
Fuck the pig. (laughter)
Fuck it. Fuck your cousin, monkey.
- Go on, monkey. - Go on. (laughter)
Go on, fuck it. (all chanting): Fuck the pig!
Go on, go on. (chanting continues)
Go fuck it. (chanting continues)
(chanting building) - Fuck it, coon!
(pig squealing) (chanting continues)
- Fuck the pig!!! - Go on, fuck it!!
Fuck your cousin, coon! (chanting continues)
(pig squealing) - Go on, fuck it!
(chanting stops abruptly)
(Eni panting)
Sieg... Heil.
(laughter) Sieg Heil. Sieg Heil.
- "Sieg Heil"! - Sieg Heil. Sieg Heil. (all): Sieg Heil!!!
- Sieg Heil! - Sieg Heil!!! - Sieg Heil!
We hate... Nazis!
We're British... coon.
Tilbury Skins.
(man whispering): Tilbury Skins. - Tilbury Skins.
Tilbury Skins.
- Tilbury Skins. - Tilbury Skins.
- Tilbury Skins. (all): Tilbury Skins. - Tilbury Skins.
(all): Tilbury Skins. - Tilbury Skins.
(all): Tilbury Skins. - Tilbury Skins. (all): Tilbury Skins.
Tilbury Skins. (all): Tilbury Skins.
Tilbury Skins! (all): Tilbury Skins.
Tilbury Skins! Tilbury Skins! (all): Tilbury Skins! (shouting continues)
He's a bloody horrible kid, Deb. All he does is piss hisself.
That's why he's gotta sit on that friggin' potty all day. (indistinct chatter)
(laughter)
(knocking) Shhh.
Paddy, get down, get down, get down.
(whispering) Shhh.
What d'you want?
Are you Mrs. Carpenter?
I came here to speak to you about Eni.
My name is Constance Dapo. I'm his teacher. I work at St. Georges.
What about him?
May I come in and talk?
I said what about him?
You are Mrs. Carpenter, yes?
I... honestly only came here out of concern for Enitan.
Did you know he was suspended?
Well, his suspension ended a month ago,
but he hasn't returned to class.
He's also being harassed by local hooligans and skinheads.
- He can handle himself. - I saw them violate him, Mrs. Carpenter.
They took everything that boy had.
Now, Eni is a promising student, he's done well in his tests.
- He can handle himself. - I know what it feels like...
...to hate what you are.
I know that feeling, Mrs. Carpenter.
If we don't help him, it will be a tragic waste...
Listen, you, I can take care of me own kids.
So piss off and find some other charity case.
Who was that?
Some nosey cow trying to teach me how to look after me own kids.
(sighing) Now, where's that bloody bastard?
(warbling and shouting)
You want to be a skin, you gotta get rid of this coon bush.
- Take it like a man, coon. - Get that wog slap off his head.
- Ah! - Do his eyebrows and all. Go on.
Shave him! Shave him! (shouting)
(up-tempo music)
(indistinct chatter)
(excited chatter) (laughter)
(indistinct chatter)
(excited chatter)
Yeah, you want a picture? Get a load of this. (indistinct chatter)
(excited chatter) (Skins shouting)
Yeah! Bloody Jonesy!
Why we always wear tennis shirts?
- Tennis? - Fred Perry's a national hero, coon.
He's won three Wimbeldons.
- Cloth of our country. - That why we roll up our jeans three times.
It's a tribute to what's great about this country.
Churchills. Winstons.
Dumb coon.
You should be ashamed. Get a bloody job.
Let's go catch a monkey.
(bell tolling)
Eni?
Eni, why aren't you back in school?
Your suspension ended a month ago.
Eni, why are you doing this?
You don't need to do this.
Eni...
You should be in school.
Please, let's talk. You can still call me anytime.
(crying out) (laughter)
Get off me! Get off me!
(screaming) Get off me!
(laughter)
Eni, stop this!
Hello, mongrel. You want some white?
Come here, you friggin' whore!
(exclamations)
Look at those little titties.
(laughter) Come here, wog. Let me give you a mongrel baby.
Oh! You fucking cunt!
- Help!! - Come here!
We know where you live, coon.
Come round here again and we'll finish the job,
you friggin' whore. (laughter)
(whimpering) - Please.
I wouldn't rape a monkey.
Go on, run, you black cunt!
Run, run!! (laughter)
- Alright, you fuckin' bitch! - You run on home!
I know where you live!
- Run, you black bitch! - D'you want a fuckin' push?!
(Skins shouting) (car engine stalling)
(laughter)
That's the last fuckin' time I go bingo on a Thursday.
I reckon Dobsy's shagging the bingo caller. Cow always wins the lucky draw.
- That dirty slag. - She is, though, don't you reckon?
Yeah. (laughter)
- Oh, I need you to look after the kids next week. - Again?
- Why? Where you going? - Never you mind. - Dave!
- She got herself a little fancy man, ain't ya? - Nah, she ain't.
Why she got all that new stuff, done herself right up.
Bloody nosey, you are. (shouting in distance) What's the matter with you?
No. I ain't going up there. Not near those pigs. They scare me.
It ain't safe round here no more.
Them and them other lot of skinheads, them Grays, run the bleeding streets now.
Always picking on coloureds, ain't they?
Why don't they leave them bloody alone?
String 'em up and shoot them. - Come on, Debs.
Come on. Let's go this way.
See what I mean? Don't know how you keep your lot out of trouble.
You deserve a medal, I tell ya. (all shouting)
We're not frightened!
White bastards! (all shouting)
(groaning)
Please, brother. Please.
Please... Please, brother.
- You sure it was him? - 'Course I bloody am.
I know he's been bunking school, but now he's running with them lot.
Come on, then! Come on.
(shouting)
Stop doing that. Gimme that! Give it here!
And you. Gimme this now. Now!
(Enitan whistling) - Fuck me.
Must be payday.
Give the money, coon.
Them sailors are loaded. (laughter)
(Ingrid):...bringing trouble to my door, having authorities knocking.
Come on, darling, let's go have a word with him.
What's all this about you being suspended?
You've been lying to me. I've had the school round.
Go downstairs, babe. Go on. Go on.
What's all this shit you got on my walls?
You've been running with those yobo skins, ain't ya?
Fighting with them sailors. I saw you down the docks.
You better not bring the bloody law down on me, boy. I swear.
I am the law.
Ya know I always tried for ya, didn't I, eh, boy?
(sighing)
Look, instead of running with them yobo skins,
why don't you come out with Mummy like you used to?
Who's that?
Is that your girlfriend?
She's nice.
You could, um, you could... give me that necklace I liked.
Go nice with them other pieces you got me a while back.
My name's Eni.
Not "boy."
You ungrateful git.
I knew I should never have had you back.
I should let you stay in Nigeria to rot, let 'em cut you to ribbons.
I put a roof over your head and this is how you repay me?
You don't appreciate nothing I do.
Well, you're 16 now. You get caught again, you're on your own.
I can kick your arse out on the streets to go hungry.
Bloody parents of yours don't give me nothing.
Don't know why I put up with you, you selfish little bastard.
Running with them yobo skins, thinking you're something,
beating up your own kind, thinking they want you!
They don't want you, nobody wants you!
I only took you so I could have the bleedin' girls.
I've got other kids in this bedroom! Oh!
(punk-rock music)
(indistinct chatter)
Ah, fuckin' hell.
- You what? - Lemme hold it.
Fuck off, coon. You know you used to eat them in the jungle.
Ah, piss off, you fucking slag.
(laughter)
Here ya are, coon. Ain't that your monkey sister?
Nah, coon ain't got nothing to do with me.
♪ You better be ready for a friggin' fight ♪
♪ 'Cause I am the law ♪
(laughter) Black bitch!
I hate you!!
(shouting)
♪ I'm a skinhead for life Till death do us part ♪
♪ If you don't wanna snuff it you better not start ♪
♪ You were born in the slums but you still got heart ♪
♪ What ♪ ♪ We are the law ♪
♪ Saturday night's alright for a fight ♪
♪ We are the law ♪
♪ Saturday night's alright for a fight ♪
♪ We are the law ♪
♪ Saturday night's alright for a fight ♪
♪ We are the law ♪
(singer): Are you ready?!
Tool up. (music continues)
♪ Button your shirt tie up your laces ♪
♪ That's right ♪
♪ Pick up your coats we'll smash their faces ♪
♪ Right ♪ ♪ We are the law ♪
♪ Saturday night's alright for a fight ♪ ♪ We are the law ♪♪
Time to teach them Tilbury fuckers a lesson.
Come on, let's have it!! (all roaring)
(all chanting)
(punk-rock music)
(indistinct chatter) - Happy birthday, girl.
- Thanks, lover. - Ah!
- How old are you again? 40? - Fuck off.
(laughter)
Fuck me.
- Where'd he get it, anyway? - Broke into Basildon Zoo.
Looks like he's in love with it. (indistinct chatter)
Popping the question next, Paula?
That'd be the fucking day. (laughter)
Oi, oi! (all): Oi, oi.
Where d'ya think you're going, coon?
Chop you up like dogmeat, Sambo.
Off you fuck, then.
What the fuck are you doing, running with that?
- Entertainment. - Starting a zoo, ain't we?
Monkeys and snakes. (laughter)
More like a friggin' circus.
What's this I hear?
You're messing with Stan's boy Spika over in Grays.
Robbing a post office.
Now the Gray Skins reckon they're gonna come up here and have a ruck.
They're all mouth.
They won't do nothing.
Yeah.
What you doing?
Hmm?
What you doing, fighting each other?
You and Spika went to fucking school together.
You should be clubbing together.
What's that?
Eh?
Coons...
like that.
They have their way,
there won't be a fucking England.
Tilbury Skins keep wogs out!
Keep wogs out! Keep Britain white!
(all): Tilbury Skins keep wogs out! Keep wogs out!
Keep Britain white! Keep wogs out!
Keep Britain white! Tilbury Skins keep wogs out!
Keep wogs out! Keep Britain white!
(chanting continues) - See, that's what I'm talking about.
Go on, you black bastard.
Fuckin' wanker.
Who are we? (all): Gray Skins!
- What are they? - Tilbury scum!
(chanting continues)
(ska playing)
(indistinct chatter) (laughter)
Makes you wanna escape, don't it?
Why'd you hang round with them when they hate you?
You ain't like them.
You're better.
I can see it... in your eyes.
You scared about Levi?
He don't care about me.
He don't care about nothing.
I seen you looking at me.
I know you like me.
Oil and water don't mix.
Nah.
You're pure...
like water.
Like me.
You're a virgin.
(Paula laughing)
(Skins shouting)
(shouting)
- Don't let the bastards in! - Get the door!
(shouting)
Throw it, coon!
(screaming)
Out.
Bloody animals.
Not you, you black bastard.
(door opening)
- Fuck. - Resisting arrest.
Bastards. He's only a boy.
- Get that filth out of here. - Fuck off. Come on.
You should be ashamed, bringing shit like that over here.
- Come on. - Scum.
(Skins shouting)
(cries of panic) - Come to Nana. Come here to Nana.
Alright, darling, come to Nanny.
No, Ing. Don't go out there! You can't go out there!
- I ain't scared of them pigs. - Ing, stop!
You big boys got nothing better to do than hang around with kids?
He ain't coming out, so you can fuck off.
Mum, come inside!
Fucking wog lover! (laughter)
(Skins shouting) - Bastards!
Pay for that, you spineless git. Wait till my Jack gets home.
Wog!
- Come here. Come here. - I want my mum! - No, no, come on.
Out here now!
Business!
Fuck off before I call the law! Wait, wait.
Back inside.
Back inside!
Fuck off.
Don't you come back!
Don't you fucking come back!!
(Skins shouting)
(all chanting): Tilbury! Tilbury! Tilbury! Tilbury!
(Gray Skins chanting): Tilbury: kill them all!
Tilbury: kill them all!
That's why no one messes with his girl.
Told him it's too early for a rematch. We're still fucking hurt.
They've probably pulled out everything they've got.
Who are we?! (all): Gray Skins!
(chanting continues)
(all chanting): Tilbury! Tilbury! Tilbury! Tilbury!
Tilbury Skins! Tilbury Skins!
(chanting continues)
(Ingrid): He's gotta go. If he gets done in or banged up one more time,
they'll come for me. They'll take me kids and everything.
I'll have him arrested, that's what I'll do.
You what?
I'm gonna set the law on him, have him arrested,
and I'll call his Nigerian parents to come and take him back.
You sure?
We're gypsies. We don't deal with the law.
(indistinct chatter) - Come on.
You think Levi'll have him?
That Masher's a fucking psycho.
I thought he was still locked up.
Come on!!
Wog.
(all chanting): We want the wog! We want the wog!
They want to fight the coon 'cause he burnt Spika!
(chanting continues)
Got a bottle, coon?
Just get him down.
- Levi? - What you doing?
(chanting continues) - Lev.
You can't let the coon go.
Lev! He's a coon!
(chanting continues)
Lev, what are you doing?
(all chanting): Tilbury Skins! Tilbury Skins!
(roaring)
(beat-heavy music)
(Gray Skins chanting)
Yeah, yeah! (all): Yeah, yeah!
(can clattering)
(Ingrid): I want 'em arrested.
They put a brick through me window. They've got hammers and knives.
I'm scared they're gonna do me and me kids an injury. Lock 'em up.
(music playing) (Skins shouting)
(indistinct chatter)
- Yeah!! - Yeah, yeah!! - Yeah, yeah!!!
(all chanting): Tilbury Skins! Tilbury Skins!
I'll be in the fucking gazette tomorrow! (laughing)
(skin shouting)
You let 'em beat me up.
You left me. (mutterings)
(laughter)
Why'd you leave me? (laughter)
You think I'd let... a fucking monkey lead Tilbury?
(laughter)
You black cunt.
Black cunt.
Black cunt!
Black fucking cunt!
Sh-sh-shitter.
- Oh... - Let's kill the fucker.
(all shouting)
Kill the black bastard. (indistinct chatter)
Come on! Fuck! (silent shouting)
(crying out) Come on!
(grunting)
(slow music)
(screaming) (groaning)
(gasping)
Tilbury Skins.
(groaning)
Tilbury Skins.
Tilbury Skins...
Tilbury Skins.
Tilbury Skins!
You haven't seen him! You don't know what you're talking about!
I do know. (child screaming)
Alright, then.
Here, I've called the police. Don't you come in here.
I warned you don't come back.
Don't you dare come in here. Don't you dare come in here!
Stop it! Stop it!
(shouting)
- Leave him! - Oh, my God, look at him! I've called the police.
- Ing, stop it! - They're coming!
Didn't think I'd do it, but I have!
I've called them and they're coming! (all shouting)
Stop it!! Stop it! (siren wailing) - They're here.
(barking) He's over there.
- Where is he? - He's there. He's hid behind there.
- Come here. - Fuck off, you fucking pigs!
Fuck off!!
I told you not to call the law! I told you!
- Tilbury Skins! - Shut it!
Tilbury Skins!
Fuck you! You never loved me, you fucking bitch!
Give me my fucking snake!
GBH.
No witnesses. You're a lucky boy.
Do you want to file a complaint?
You got one chance.
I'd grab it with both hands if I was you.
I hate these friggin' places. What's taking so bloody long?
Defendant to be released into the custody of natural parents.
Jesus Christ, baby, look at this.
See, I told ya. Look at him.
- What have you done to my son? - Don't you go whining.
You could've done a better job on the pittance you sent me,
you should have brought him up yourself.
No, no, no, we had an agreement.
- You got what you paid for. - I trusted you!
Are you okay?
Fuck off, coon.
Tilbury Skins. Tilbury Skins!
- Calm down. - Keep wogs out! Tilbury Skins!
- Calm down. - Keep wogs out! - Hey!
(Talu screaming)
For fucks...
- Get off of me! - Jack, leave him.
Jack, don't get him.
(groaning) - Come on, then.
Wo... wo... woggy, woggies. Sta-station.
- Come on! - Out, out.
Dumpty, Dumpty, Dumpty, come on.
- Social. Social. Woggy, coon. - He said the wog's out.
Broke out the pig station, the old bills looking for him.
Social, social. I saw him by the social.
- Come on! - He won't go home.
The wog lover shopped him to the old bill.
Fuck black cunt. Levi's in hospital.
You're the new leader now, Bomb.
Yeah. I'll make it official.
I know where the coon'll be.
Sign this, please.
You need to listen to me.
He's assaulted two officers, now they're on his toes.
I need to know where he's gone.
(Fathead): Come on!
Th-this way.
Co-come on. (laughing)
- Gonna skin him? - Skin him.
Get that shiv and stick it up him, yeah? (laughter)
- Skin him. - Stop talking, mate.
When I see him, I'm gonna... rip him apart.
Fuck.
- Coon noosed himself. - Swinging like a monkey.
(sirens wailing) - Police. Police.
Come on. (sirens wailing)
Hello, Eni.
I received a call from your foster mother, Ingrid.
I...
I'd like to welcome you to Brighty Institute, Eni.
I'm a teacher here now.
The mandate here at Brighty is better suited to pupils
who need extra support.
Like you.
Your Nigerian parents have provided a stipendiary for your education.
This stipendiary enabled your release from juvenile detention.
A condition of this stipendiary is that you study law,
the same as your Nigerian father.
Books have been provided for your studies.
Eni?
Eni.
It's okay.
I know it's a lot.
I cannot know all that you have been through,
but I do know that every day we get to make a new choice.
If you trust me...
...I will help you make that choice.
Can't.
I believe in you.
I believe that you can make this turn...
...if you try.
I want us to try.
Together.
I can't.
Can't.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
Eni.
It's okay.
This is your weapon now.
No!! Oh, God!
It's okay.
(shushing) - I'm nothing.
It's okay. (shushing)
It's okay.
- I-I can't. I'm a coon. - It's okay.
I'm a coon.
(soft music)
(soft music continues)
There's nothing you cannot achieve now, Enitan.
(cheering)
Thank you.
(applause)
(soul music)
♪ You know that your heart ♪
♪ Belongs to me ♪
♪ And that's a fact ♪
♪ That a blind man can see ♪
♪ You know I won't go astray ♪
♪ I'm here to stay ♪♪
(song continues)
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