♪ Sometimes I feel I've got to... run away
♪ I've got to... get away
♪ From the pain you drive into the heart of me
♪ The love we share
♪ Seems to go nowhere
♪ But I lost my light
♪ For I toss and turn
♪ I can't sleep at night
♪ Once I ran to you
♪ Now I'll run from you
♪ The tainted love you've given
♪ I gave you all a boy could give you
♪ Now take my tears but that's not nearly enough
♪ Tainted love
♪ Tainted love...
MRS BARTON: She attacked me in the street when I was collecting her from the police station.
I really shouldn't take her. Not without a court order.
The girl has no father.
She witnessed her prostitute mother murdering a man.
She might well have been of the same occupation as the mother.
I can hardly inflict a child like that on foster parents, can I?
She needs a firm hand. That's why I thought of you.
And what have you to say for yourself?
Why am I here?
It's a place for juvenile offenders.
- I haven't done anything. - You've been placed here for your own safety.
- What does that mean? - What do you think it means?
I don't know. That's why I'm asking.
Are you stupid, or just plain awkward?
- I'm not stupid and I'm not staying here. - Deirdre.
Miss Brown!
- Get off! - Take her to the cold room. No food. Nothing.
- Until I say otherwise. - Let me go!
No! Please! You can't!
Please! Please!
(Bottles clink)
It's a mess. Have a sweep up.
Well, get on with it. This is a big game.
You need at least a grand just to sit.
- Forget her. - Huh?
She's, what - 14 years old?
And sweep.
The long arm of the law.
Chief Inspector Bannister's glass is empty.
You got a name yet? We ought to give the new boy a name.
What shall we call him?
You're the trigger man, ain't you?
- Trigger. - Trigger?
Well, he's hung like a fuckin' horse.
(Chuckling)
It's thanks to me you're roaming the streets free as a bird. You know that?
You owe me.
Get up.
Follow Deirdre.
Step out of line again and you'll be straight back in there.
Put these on.
- Give me that. - What?
No jewellery.
It's not jewellery. It's religious.
Mr Dixon?
Mr Dixon.
Eh?
Oh, fuck, what time is it?
It's nine o'clock, sir.
Right... Right, make me a cup of coffee.
Seen this?
Courtesy of DCI Bannister.
- Oh, my God, it stinks in here. - What you doing here?
Oi.
Money, please, dearest darling Daddy.
Don't ever have girls.
I love you.
Should wear an apron to do that.
If you're buying clothes, get a skirt that fits.
(Eamonn clears his throat)
When do I get the chance to do something proper?
When?
Oh, yeah, I'll tell you when.
When you've learnt a little bit of humility, son.
Now, get over there and cook my fucking breakfast.
Denise says sit with her.
- Who are you, then? - Cathy Connor from Bethnal Green.
What you in for?
Nothing. It's a mistake.
I'm in for demanding money with menaces.
And prostitution.
Food's a bastard in here.
Never seem to get enough.
Then you'd better have the lot.
Oh!
Stop that!
Denise, that's enough!
- What's this stupidity? - Nothing, sir. A misunderstanding.
See this mess is cleared up.
(Traffic passing by outside)
(Doors banging shut in distance)
You're in here.
(Keys rattling)
(Lock clicks)
(Clears throat)
Take the blankets off your bed and put them onto mine.
Then get in with me.
It's not sexual. It's practical.
Two bodies are warmer than one.
After a night in this room, you'll see exactly what I mean.
My bloke gave it to me.
You have a boyfriend?
Yeah.
Do you miss him?
He'll come and get me out of here if he can.
I know he will.
(Groans)
What is going on?
- What happened to you then? - I fell over.
Were you pushed?
I slipped.
Get on with your work.
How are you, Madge?
How do you think?
How would you cope?
Here.
Have you heard from Cathy?
I'm told she's with a foster family somewhere.
A good home.
She stabbed him.
And you're taking the blame. That's a fine thing to do, Madge.
I've been fitted up, for fuck's sake.
If I had the little mare here now, I'd break her fucking neck.
Jesus Christ.
I thought you'd become a worthwhile person. I should have known.
What the fuck are you doing here, Eamonn?
You come to gloat?
What's up, Lenny? Couldn't you get a fucking red one?
Right. Over here.
- (Wolf-whistles) - Question.
Do we take the boy?
Don't let him carry a shooter if he's with us.
Cold-blooded killer this one. He'll blow someone's fucking head off.
Question to you. Can you follow simple orders?
Yes, sir.
- Really, sir, I can. - "Really, sir, I can."
Right... You're on.
Time to pop your cherry, son.
♪ THE JIMI HENDRIX EXPERIENCE: Fire
♪ All right...
Shoulders back, eyes left, present arms!
♪ Let me stand next to your fire
♪ Hey, let me stand next to your fire
♪ Oh, let me stand, baby
♪ Let me stand
♪ Yeah, baby
Wait.
Now!
♪ Stop acting so crazy...
Give me the key! Give me the fucking key!
Try doing anything, I'll shoot the fucking guard!
♪ I have only one itching desire...
(Shouting)
♪ Let me stand next to your fire
♪ Let me stand, baby
♪ Let me stand
♪ Oh, let me stand...
Out! You! Out! Move!
Stay there! Stay there!
On your fucking knees!
Move! Now!
Get on your knees!
You, out! Move!
Fucking worked your fucking best, boys.
(Laughter)
Yes!
Come on!
(Keys rattling)
Come with me.
(Lock clicks)
(Lock clicks and door opens)
Sally?
You, come along!
- Sally? - Now!
(Lock clicks)
CATHY: Take this.
If he comes for you again, use it on him.
- Where did you get it? - What you got there?
Fuck off! Take Tweedledum and Tweedledee with you.
No-one talks to me like that in here.
Demanding money with menaces? Prostitution?
I murdered a bloke. My mum's pimp.
Took a knife and cut his throat.
My mum's put her hand up for me but if any bastard tries it again,
with me or Sally -
male or female -
I'll do the same again.
Connor. Mr Hodges wants to see you.
(Knocking)
Come in.
Stand.
Thank you, Brown. You may go.
I see your mother was a prostitute.
That's most unfortunate.
A person like that can't possibly give a child any clear idea of what is right or wrong.
Do you understand right from wrong, Catherine?
Do you think it is right or wrong
that you have had sexual intercourse with a boy?
I know what you do to Sally.
What?
I know what you do to all the girls.
- How dare you? - Let go of me!
You filthy, ugly, disgusting pervert!
Why are you bleeding?
Keep away from me!
Miss Brown? Miss Brown!
This child has cut herself.
See that the wound is dressed.
Come with me.
Oi. Raise your glasses.
Let's drink a toast to the er... latest addition to the firm.
- The boy. OTHERS: The boy.
- The boy. - Thank you.
So, when do we get to see our share of the money?
- Keep your mouth shut. - Eh?
Fucking idiot.
When the heat dies down.
- You wanna watch your step. - Yeah?
Giving the boss's daughter the eye.
- Have you not seen her eyeing me up? - She's an only child and Danny dotes on her.
Stay away from her.
Daddy says that you can have the pleasure of one dance with me.
Maybe I don't dance.
Maybe you do.
♪ Maybe I'm just hanging around
♪ With my head up...
♪ Upside down
♪ It's a pity
♪ I can't seem to find someone
♪ Who's as pretty and lovely as you...
You've missed a bit.
Fucking coon.
Has Hodges ever come for you?
Not his type.
What do you see when you look at me?
Someone who's been through shit just like me.
What about the colour of my skin?
I like it.
I think it's nice.
Ask her to go for a bit.
Who?
Your friend.
- Why? - Put Radio Luxembourg on.
- What station is it? - 208.
(Skips over stations)
(Music blares)
♪ Don't stop now
♪ Hey, come on, Mony
♪ Come on, Mony
♪ Yeah
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah
♪ Mony, Mony ♪ So
♪ Mony, Mony ♪ Good...
A bit of pocket money.
Don't buy nothing... nothing big.
I don't want to see your wives, girlfriends, with new minks and dripping in jewellery.
I don't wanna see fuck-off cars parked outside your house.
Just do the right thing.
We can have a little drinky, though, can't we?
♪ I want you to know that I love you, baby
♪ Want you to know that I care
♪ I'm so happy... - Hey, sweetheart. Come here.
(Whispers)
- (She giggles) - Have a little think about that. OK?
After you, sir.
Great. Can I have a double whisky for myself,
a little sherry for the lady there as well, please, on me. Thank you.
What were you saying to the barmaid?
Oh, why do you want to know? Find your own chat-up lines.
- Danny doesn't want anyone boasting. - OK.
I'm serious.
You're the new boy. Don't get full of yourself. You're on probation.
Ah. Danny Dixon needs me a fuck of a sight more than I need him.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
- Don't you know why he employed me? - No, as a matter of fact, I don't.
He's too scared not to have me on his side.
- Really? - Yes, really.
Stupid wiggy bastard. What's that all about?
Does he think people can't see there is a fucking syrup perched on top of his bald bonce?
His fucking ears are hairier than his head.
You want to watch what you're saying. Anyone might be listening.
Ah.
Yes, are you designating that lap for me?
I thought as much, love. Go easy. I know what you're like.
(Keys rattling)
- (Lock clicks) - Oh, God, no.
Please. God.
No. Please, no! No, please!
- You, come with me. - No, you don't have to!
I'm not going with you and neither is she!
- It's for your own good. - (Screams) No!
- Oh, my God! Sally! - Wicked child. See what you've made me do?
I'm not going anywhere with you! You'll have to fucking kill me first!
Stop this nonsense!
No!
- (Bell rings) - Mrs Brown! Mrs Brown!
- (Sobs) - Take the Connor girl.
- Get off me! - I will not tolerate behaviour like this.
- (Sally cries) - Sally!
Sally!
Get off! You...
Take her away.
Leave her! See to the Connor girl.
(Lock clicks)
No. No.
Shh.
(Sobs)
(Whimpers)
(She giggles)
Now it's your turn, you filthy, dirty, little whore.
Help!
(Rustling)
Get on your hind legs, son.
Mr Dixon wants to see you.
Why am I being treated like this, Danny? Fuck off!
Don't you "Danny" me, you piece of fucking shit.
Right, what do you want, son? Eh? Fists? Boots?
- You don't have to do this. - Oh, yeah, I do.
Fuck it. Fuck it, you can have both.
(Eamonn groans)
I need you more than you fucking need me?
Eh? What was it you said?
I only employed you cos I was too fucking scared not to?
You fucking... ungrateful piece of fucking... shit!
And, from now on, you keep your fucking mouth shut!
(Moans)
(Coughs)
You stay away from my daughter.
You lay a fucking finger on her and I'll cut your cock off.
Why did you leave her so long?
I'll call the doctor.
There will be a coroner's inquiry into the girl's suicide.
She was a troubled child.
It's well documented.
These things happen.
We did our best on her behalf.
I don't foresee any difficulties there.
The more pressing problem are the girls that can still talk.
What do you propose we do?
Move the Connor girl on, before she causes any more trouble.
- And the coloured girl... - Denise?
She's a ringleader.
Move them on?
Where?
They're both experiencing extreme mental health distress.
They pose a threat to themselves and to others.
And they refuse to accept help.
We have a doctor. We have a social worker.
- I propose we apply the Mental Health Act. - Section her?
They'd both be better off in a mental home.
- The kid's here. - What?
Eamonn.
Fucking hell. Wheel him in.
Well?
I've come to apologise, sir.
That must have been the drink talking, not me.
I don't know what would have possessed me to be so disrespectful.
I know I won't be working for you any more.
And that I can accept as my punishment.
But I had to come and talk to you face to face.
So that you'd understand how sincere I am.
Is that it?
Sir?
Fuck off.
Hm.
- Fucking big nuts, eh? - Huh.
(Door bangs)
Get up and get dressed.
Why?
Deirdre gave me the nod. They're going to section us both.
- What's that mean? - Say we're mental.
Put us in the loony bin.
In those places, they lock you up and throw away the key.
When?
As soon as they think you can travel.
What about Sally?
What's happened?
Tell me.
She's killed herself, hasn't she?
We have to go tonight.
- Deirdre's left the kitchen door unlocked. - I can't do this.
Yes. Yes, you can.
Come on.
(Urgently) Come on.
- Why is the light on? - I don't know.
Stay here. I'll go have a look.
- Not so fast! - No.
- You're going nowhere. - Get off me!
Denise, stop! That's enough.
Fuck him! Fuck the lot of 'em.
Come on.
Come on!
(Low music on radio)
Where are we?
Coming into London.
Derek's offered to take us up north with him.
Reckons he can get us work up there.
I need to be in London. I need to get back to Eamonn.
You can't go back to Bethnal Green, Cath.
That's the first place they'll look for you. Think about it.
I have to make a drop-off in Soho. You could get out there.
Come with us.
I have to stay in London. I have to be near Eamonn.
(Groans)
(Knocking)
- Who is it? WOMAN: Open the door.
(Groans)
Oh, my God. Is that my fault?
- What do you mean? - I heard that Daddy gave you a beating.
Was that because of me?
- No. - Can I come in?
I don't think that's a good idea.
Oh, well, that's a shame because I've gone to a great deal of trouble for nothing.
♪ THE YARDBIRDS: I'm Not Talking
- Come on, boss! - Hey, love!
(Car horn)
(Woman squeals)
♪ I'm not talking
♪ Well, that's all I got to say
♪ Things I say at midnight
♪ I ain't gonna say 'em in daylight
♪ I reached the final conclusion
♪ And all of this persecution
♪ Don't call me, baby, I'll call you...
Get out of it!
Come on.
WOMAN: Go, on. It's only a tenner.
- Excuse me. - Whoa. Not so fast.
Listen. You do what you're told and you get this.
- Let go of me! - Here.
Help!
- Let go of me! - Get down.
Help!
Get down!
Yes, there's a good girl.
- (Cathy chokes) - I can tell you love it.
Oi! What are you doing, fucking bastard? Leave her alone!
Bitch!
That's right, run!
- That's right, run! Run, you bastard! - (Cathy splutters)
- Run! - (Retches)
Oh, you poor little mite.
All right, darling. Come here. It's all right.
- (Sobs) - It's all right. Sh-sh-sh-sh.
Can you stand up? Come on.
There you go. Oh, Christ.
Living proof that shit can grow legs and walk.
This world's going to hell in a handbag.
But here we are.
Home now.
You'll be safe here.
Come on, love.
There you are. Sit yourself down.
I'll get you a drink.
You don't really look old enough.
A little spot of this is the best thing to get rid of the taste of cock.
Who was it that shouted?
Were you with someone?
- A man? - (Laughs)
No, no, my darling. That was me.
(Deep voice) Oi, get your fucking hands off her.
Despite appearances, my angel, I am in fact a man.
Venus with a penis.
Oh, don't worry. You're perfectly safe. I'm camp as pink ink.
Go on, sip your drink. It'll do you good.
There's a hot-water bottle.
What on earth's happened to you?
You can tell me about it in the morning.
I don't even know your name.
It's Desrae.
A clever combination of my former boy names - Desmond and Raymond.
I'm Cathy.
Pleased to meet you.
Sleep tight, Cathy.
Good night.
(Door closes)