Hello, Jim.
Thought I'd just pop by, like.
You don't mind, do you?
No, I don't mind. Come in.
What's the matter, then?
She's misfirin' a bit.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.

It's your plug.
Got some tools on the bike,
hold up.

[Engine turns and fades]
It'll break your
bleedin' leg off, that.

No wonder you wear
those boots.

It's the best bike
ever made.

I've got a ton, five
out of that.

Better than that poxy hairdryer.
- 0h, yeah?
- Yeah.

Well, that isn't it, is it?
I mean, it isn't the bikes,
is it? It's the people.

And people riding these are
states, third class tickets.

Do what?
Rockers, all that greasy hair
and clobber. It's diabolical.

I don't give a monkey's arsehole
about mods and rockers.

Underneath, we're all the same,
ain't we?

Nah, Kev, that's it.
I don't wanna be the same
as everybody else.

That's why I'm a mod, see?
I mean, you gotta
be somebody, ain't you?

0r why not jump
in the sea and drown?

That's why I joined the army,
to be different.

To get away from all this.
Wherever you go,
there's always some cunt

who wants to push you about.
Run it, please!
Two bob.
I'll see you.
Two fives.
Nah, that's bollocks.
Three of a kind don't beat that.
- It does.
- Who says?

I do!
He's right you know, Harry.