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Rated: E · Other · Other · #1966333
skinhead Derek fights an ever shrinking corner against nazi infiltration of the cult

ENGLAND BELONGS TO ME

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FADE IN:



EXT DAY. OUTSIDE BRIXTON PRISON.


The small side gate opens and RAZOR walks out. Razor looks a real hard bastard with his hair cropped tight and a muscular build.


He is greeted by a gang of ten skinheads, who cheer, crowding round to pat him on the back or shoulder and shake his hand. Razor is grinning from all the attention.

One of the skinheads called DEREK speaks.


DEREK

Good to see you mate, what's your pleasure now that you're a freeman?


RAZOR

Get a drink - Then kick some fucking heads in!


This causes a laugh mixed with a roar of approval.


CUT TO:


INT DAY. THE CHELSEA POTTER PUBLIC HOUSE.


The pub isn't without an air of class, but it has the look of a place abused. The Clientele are a mixture of street cults. Punk Rockers being the latest fashion are the majority. A few Rocker types. RAZOR, DEREK and his crowd walk in and take up a position in the middle of the floor. A Gopher is sent to buy the drinks.


CUE MUSIC: PUNK ROCK


Some time has passed and Razor and his crowd are deep in conversation and banter. They have half finished drinks.

Except for DEREK who excuses himself and goes to the bar for a refill.


Derek squeezes in between a punk Rocker called SNAKE EYES and a pair of straights.


DEREK

Landlord?


SNAKE EYES

He'll have you waiting all day!


Snake eyes is a typical Clash City Rocker, jeans, Doc Martins a leather Jacket and a T-shirt. Black spiky hair adorns his head.


DEREK

We'll see..


Taking a coin from his pocket, he raps it loudly on the bar top whilst calling out.


DEREK

Landlord - LANDLORD!



The LANDLORD appears from the next bar


LANDLORD

Alright keep your hair on


Derek looks upwards and brushes his cropped hair with his fingers. Causing Snake Eyes to laugh.


LANDLORD

Okay what you having?


DEREK

Light and bitter


To: Snake eyes


You want a refill?


Snake Eyes hurriedly finishes his beer, nodding as he does so.


More time has passed


Derek and Snake eyes are deep in conversation, like conspirators in a plot. They hold half empty glasses.


Away in the corner a punk Rocker with Blond Spikes is carving his name in a table top, with a switchblade.


Snakes-eyes orders another drink


Over by the door a straight girl, sitting on a bench at a table, has attracted the attention of the punk rockers around her, much to the annoyance of her straight boyfriend who is frozen out.


Derek orders another beer for him and Snake eyes.

SNAKE EYES

Yeah you should come down the Roxy if you like reggae music, they've got a Rasta DJ who plays between the bands.


DEREK

Yeah I might just do that!


JOEY one of the other skinheads approaches Derek and Snake eyes.


JOEY

Del, Razor sent me to find you, he was wondering why your taking so long!


DEREK

Just talking to Snake eyes here!


JOEY

Well come back over there.


DEREK

Snake eyes?


SNAKE EYES

Nah you go ahead, I'll see you down the Roxy if you make it there.


The skinhead gang are split into several conversations. A Punk Girl walks past and one of the skinheads makes a grab at her arse. She just smiles and carries on walking to the toilet.


A Punk guy staggers out of the mens toilet and collapses onto the floor. His friends quickly get up from their table and haul him to his feet.


Derek sees this and grins, knowing what being in that state is like.


More Beers


The Landlord Rings time.


CUT TO:





EXT DAY. STREET OUTSIDE CHELSEA POTTER PUBLIC HOUSE.


The mixed crowd of punks and skinheads are disgorged from the pub doors and boisterously hit the streets. Horseplay and banter, talking and joking, they head down the pavement. Up ahead are three punk girls who are looking uncertainly into a side street. They turn and shout to the pub Crowd.


PUNK GIRL.


Quick they're getting killed!


CUT TO:


EXT DAY. SIDE STREET.


There's a fight in progress, between a mixed race casual gang and a group of punk rockers. The Punk rockers are seriously outnumbered. The fight is spread across the street, on the pavement, in the road, between cars and over in a delivery yard.


RAZOR, DEREK, JOEY and the other skinheads and punks arrive at the street corner at a run, Razor sees the fight and cries out.


RAZOR

Kill the fucking niggers!


CUE MUSIC: DRAMATIC PUNK ROCK


The pub crowd charges into the casuals and the fighting spreads out across the road. Derek jumps on a Caribbean youth who is attacking a punk girl, SUZI, between two parked cars. Gleefully he slams the guy's head onto the boot of the car. Yet before he can celebrate his victory, another casual youth punches him and stuns him.


Luckily for Derek, Suzi come to life and attacks the casual distracting him long enough for Derek to recover and he fights back with fists and boots blazing.


Elsewhere a Casual is trying to escape to the Kings Road, but is dropped kicked through a display window of a department store, by a lanky Punk Rocker.


Razor is going great guns and obviously enjoying the fight immensely POW! He punches one Guy, Stamps on a fallen Casual and wrestles yet another to the ground.


Joey, is kicking out at a fallen casual.


A Punk Rocker is hit in the face with a milk bottle by a casual guy. The bottle explodes and the punk staggers away holding a bloodied face.


In the delivery yard round the back of the department store a Punk rocker is holding off three black youths with a bullet belt, which he is whirling round above his head.


Behind them a Punk Girl sees what is going on. She calls to the Punks and skinheads to rescue the stranded punk. As part of the pub crowd appears in the entrance of the delivery yard. The Distraction it causes allows the punk with the bullet belt to whip one of the black youths around the head. He goes down holding his head.


The remaining two black youths run into the yard in panic. Then one of them realising he is boxed in braves a stand.


BLACK YOUTH

Come on then you fucking garbage!


He is beckoning them with one hand whilst waving a clenched fist with the other.


The mob charges and the brave stand disappears in a welt of fist and boots. The other black youth is chased and brought down further in the yard.


Razor is astride a Black Youth and rapidly punching seven bells of shit out him.


Fallen Casuals are being subjected to a kicking all over the battle arena.


One Punk Raises a litter bin above his head and crashes it down on another fallen victim.


Away on the main street, Police Sirens can be heard.


At the mouth of the side street a small crowd of onlookers have gathered. As Police Transit vans and cars screech into position, doors fly open and the police burst out.


A punk tries to run for the main street, but is bought down and clubbed with truncheons.


In between the Cars, Derek grabs Suzi by the wrist.



SUZI

Let go!


DEREK

You wanna get nicked?


He drags her into a reluctant run, moving away from the police presence. Which is zealously moving through the fighters. All around, those kids who can, are running away. Though some are just to engrossed in the fight to notice the police till its all too late.


Derek spots a Disused shop, with white washed windows and a partially loaded skip outside at the kerb. Its an opportunity, guiding Suzi to the door, he boots it open.


CUT TO:

INT DAY. DISUSED SHOP.


DEREK and SUZI enter hurriedly. Seeing a piece of wood on the floor. Derek uses it as a prop to hold the door closed. Peering though a gap in the whitewash. Derek, quietly indicates with his finger that they should retire to the back room.


CUT TO:


INT DAY. KITCHEN AREA IN DISUSED SHOP.


The place looks dingy. like your typical building site. Dust is everywhere. The Walls are stripped and the plaster removed to show the ribbing beneath. Rubble and refuse lies on the floor.


DEREK rummages in a cupboard under the sink unit, he fishes out an old newspaper and glances at the headlines of four years previous.


Suzi seems a bit disgruntled and wrinkles her nose. There's a funny smell in the air.


SUZI

What cha doing?


DEREK

Sometimes they leave the tools on site


SUZI

'n you thought you'd help yourself?


DEREK

Something like that, you could help me fucking look.


SUZI

Alright don't get shirty Guy.


CUT TO:


INT DAY. DOMESTIC AREA ABOVE DISUSED SHOP.


DEREK is painting "CHELSEA SKINS" on the stairwell wall with a pot of paint and a brush he has found. He speaks loudly to be heard by Suzi who is searching the upstairs rooms.


DEREK

What's up, you got a problem with me?


SUZI (O.C)

I don't like Racists!


DEREK

Whose a fucking racist?


SUZI puts on a macho voice.


SUZI

Kill the fucking niggers!


DEREK

That wasn't me who said that.


Suzi crosses from the bedroom to the bathroom and speaks as she goes.


SUZI

So who did?



DEREK

Mate of mine - Razor!


SUZI

So you've got racist friends then, that's as bad.


DEREK

He's not racist!


SUZI (o.c)

fucking sounded like it to me!


DEREK

Nah he's not racist, he just got carried away. He's been in Prison for six months.


SUZI

Oh and that's a recommendation is it?


DEREK

Oh for fucks sake girl what do you want from me?


SUZI (Humorously) (o.c)

What you got?


There is the sound of banging from the bathroom.


SUZI (o.c)

Bingo! I've found them!


Derek follows the voice into the bathroom and sees that Suzi has taken the panel off the bath. She is standing there like a chic model, in her home made punk clothes holding an angle grinder and a drill. There is another drill under the bath.


Suzi and Derek are heading down the stairs, Derek is carrying a plumbers bag with the tools inside.


SUZI

You going to cut me in then?


DEREK

Suddenly we're best friends?


SUZI

I did find them!


DEREK

Yeah you'll get your share!


CUT TO:






INT DAY. JUNK SHOP IN CAMDEN TOWN.


The SHOPKEEPER is a wizen old guy with the shrewdness of a cutthroat businessman. The shop is jammed full of bric-a-brac

SHOPKEEPER

Fifteen pounds the lot!


DEREK

(to Suzi)

What do you think?


Turning he sees that SUZI has found a pink boa that she is admiring.


DEREK

(to the Shopkeeper)

Alright fifteen pounds and the fluffy thing!


CUT TO:


EXT DAY. OUTSIDE THE JUNK SHOP.


DEREK holds out a fiver as SUZI looks at the boa she is wearing with a smile. Looking up she sees the money and takes it with a further smile.


DEREK

What now?


SUZI

If your serious about Going to the Roxy tonight, we can go back to mine and then leave together.


CUT TO:


INT DAY. HOWARD RITTER'S FLAT ON QUEENSWAY.


HOWARD RITTER, is dressed in a smart blue suit and tie. The dor of his flat is comfortable and orderly. In the Living room with him are RALPH MCLARE a slightly overweight fifty year old guy and a Twenty-three year old tall blond Germanic Girl, GRETA.


HOWARD RITTER

Yes I agree whole-heartedly Ralph, the National Front just aren't doing enough to curb the communist


HOWARD RITTER (CONT)

scum. Yet once your party is on the go, you'll be able to change that.





RALPH MCLARE

Yes and when we're more successful then they are, they'll regret ever having suspended me.



GRETA

Ralph we must go, there's that meeting with Trevor Reid at four o clock!


HOWARD RITTER

Yes don't let me detain you any further the finances are arranged and I'll lease that office you wanted.


RALPH McLARE

Thank you for everything.


Ralph Mclare stands up and offers his hand to Howard Ritter. They shake. Ralph McLare stands back and throws a nazi salute. This is mimicked by Greta.


Howard sees his guest to the door. Then once they are gone, returns to the Living-room and picks up the telephone. He dials a number and waits for the response.


HOWARD RITTER

Yes its Howard, everything is set I need to Lease an office For Party headquarters. So I'll head over the Eastend now. Also I'll look for our man on the inside. Yes Everything is perfect. Bye, Bye.


CUT TO:

INT DAY. SUZI'S ROOM. SHARED SQUAT.


The walls are plastered with news clippings on Punk Rock and her personal photos. There is a mattress on the floor and a portable television on an upturned milk crate. There are also a set of shelves on one wall with Suzi's clothes on them. A chair and a dilapidated armchair are her

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