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Hey, Beefy, come on, move some box.
Quick, quick, quick. Cho!

- Come on.
- Come on!

Easy there.

Hey, Errol! What, you not finished
moving them boxes yet?

- I'm done.
- Let's go.

Beat the banker.

I've got £5 here for ganja.

Cho!

I don't want to see you here any more.

Just go outside there
and just move the speaker boxes.

Cho.

£5 for the heart and £10 for the anchor.

I gotta raise now.

£1, £1 for the diamond. Banker's mine.

(CLAMOURING)

ALL: (CHANTING) Lion! Lion! Lion!
Lion! Lion!

ANNOUNCER: The sound room play
the mighty Shaka here next week.

The winner goes to the final, brothers
and sisters, a sound called Ital Lion.

All right, now,
Ital Lion will go to the finals, see.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

What you up to?

- Moca!
- Is that it for a tenner, then?

- What?
- That.

What?

Thing is moca, man, you know?

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Fucking needs to be for tenner, don't it?
- True.

Hey, Beefy. There's still two boxes
over there, as well.

Hey, Lover. What are you doing, man?
Don't make me look, man. Cho.

Que?

- Hey. You forgotten?
- Forgotten what?

The money.

How much do you want?

Just £2. You remember.

Tell you what, seeing as I've got
some other things to do,

I'll take that one. Yeah?

Listen, I'll see you tomorrow evening.

- Yeah?
- All right.

- Hold up your end, man.
- Just shut up, man.

- Keep on the left side.
- Just shut up, man.

(GRUNTING)

Hey!

What you do that for, man?

What you mean, me? It was you, you fool.

You mashed up the box. You slack, Beefy.

Slack? It was you, rass claat, man.

No, man, you went the wrong ways.

No, man, you said left, right?
So it's left I fucking turned.

Your left is my right, Beefy. You no see?

Cho, you too technical, man.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

- David, are you up?
- Yeah.

- Aren't you up yet?
- What's the time?

Get your clothes on, it's 8:30.

I'm going to need your help
with that brother of yours, you know.

Oh, Mum, if it's that, count me out.

Listen, you know
you're the only one can talk to him.

- He run away from me again yesterday.
- See? What I tell you?

Listen, I want you to take him
to school, okay?

Now hurry up.

If he don't want to go, force can't hold him.

Hey!

Come here!

(SHOUTING)

- Get off!
- WOMAN: What you doing?

- What do you think you're doing?
- CARLTON: He's trying to beat me up.

- Getting him to school.
- Leave him alone, you great bully!

He's half your bloody size. You should
be bleeding ashamed of yourself!

Go on, just clear out of it!
Do you hear, clear off!

Come on, you come down the road with me.
Clear off, I said!

Come on, you come down the road with me.
You don't worry about him, bleeding git.

Come on.

- Dave.
- Okay, mate.

- MAN: Oi, Dave!
- Yeah?

- What sort of time do you call this, then?
- It's after 9:00, innit?

You're supposed to be here
at quarter to, aren't you?

- I know.
- So where were you, Dave?

- Family trouble.
- Family trouble.

Listen, I've got all fucking night
to sort out my family trouble.

You have to do yours in the morning?

Why don't you say you're out
on the piss like everyone else?

Believe what you want.

I suppose your mate Ronnie,
he's got family trouble and all, has he?

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Ron, what you doing?
Alan don't know you're here, you know.

I don't even know I'm here.
You know that stuff Bill give me last night?

- Yeah?
- It done me right up.

I keep telling you, you can't take it.

No, man, it's got nothing to do with that.
I just thought to myself,

"I will go home, have a nice time,
build meself a lovely little spliff..."

- A big spliff.
- Or a big spliff. So I built this big spliff,

thought I'd have a nice draw on it,
lock meself in the bedroom,

put the headphones on,
thought I'd get in some real hard rhythm.

Next minute I know, I'm spark out
on the floor, blinking up at me old woman,

and she's shouting at me, "Ronnie, Ronnie!"

You going to light that thing?

- Yeah, I ain't got no matches.
- Hold up.

Ta. Yeah, so what was I saying?

- Something about your old dear.
- Yeah, so, yeah, she screams, you see,

and sends my old man up the stairs.
So he comes steaming up the stairs,

trundles into the room,
he sees me on the floor then he starts.

"Cor, fuck me, doll, he's had a heart attack.
Quick, ring for an ambulance."

- Do you know what I did then?
- No, what?

I puked over my mum's slippers. Bad, innit?

I did, and you should have seen the state.

- What, your puke?
- No, her slippers.

Come off it, Ronnie, you're having me on.

No, man, I tell you,
that stuff's a real killer. Promise you.

Pass the torch over for us.
Carry that, will you?

Given me a right job.

- Here, listen, I'm going home, right?
- You've only just got here.

I know, it's force of habit. I don't know
what I'm doing here anyway.

- I'll check you later.
- Yeah, well, give me me lighter first.

Get away with it one day, eh?

Come.

- Beefy, where you go?
- I come with you, innit?

Brakes, man, deal with it.

Fucking hell.

- Fat Larry there?
- He upstairs.

All right.

Larry.

FAT LARRY: No, man,
what I want with a pressing?

Cho, blood claat, the one I Telex you!

Yes, right, man, right.

Tubby in Kingston,
he'll block up for sure, you know.

Yeah. Yeah, Jamaica 101.

Yes, all right. Love.

Cho, look at Fat Larry now.

Man must have hit upon rich times
to call up Kingston so.

Well, is up and down, you know.

So what happened?
Long time I don't see you.

- I'm here and there, you know.
- A tune you come for?

Just pass and check in,
see what going on, you know.

Frankie, play the tune
for the sound man, yeah.

(REGGAE SONG PLAYING)

What you deal with, Fat Larry?

Man, hear them tune a good two year now.
That '70s tune.

- What you deal with?
- What you talk about?

This tune exclusive, man.
Import man, straight from J to me.

Fat Larry, somebody must have skanked you

because, I tell you, I hear them tune
a good two year now.

What you talk about?
Is only "pre" I deal with, you know.

- Pre-release, man.
- So what? When that release?

Pre-war?

Hey, Frankie...

(INDISTINCT)

(TAPE REWINDING)

(RHYTHMIC REGGAE MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, blood claat!

- Beefy!
- Beefy, you little blood claat.

- Fucking idiots.
- Beefy!

Beefy.

This tune you check for this final,
well, it can't help you now.

Shaka gonna beat you, Beefy. Shaka rule.

- Yeah?
- Shaka rule.

- Sunday, we'll see who rule! Fuck off!
- What you say, Beefy?

Beefy, you're just big and soft.

Big and soft!

Anyway, take care, Beefy.

- Shaka rule!
- Just fuck off, right!

Right!

Bunch of wanker.

Well now, sir, is a serious business
you dealing with now, you see.

This tune exclusive to me, you understand?

Errol...

And this ganja here, exclusive to I.

Import, you know. Straight from Jamaica.

Cho, what happen, sound man?
This not back yard, you know.

Is a serious business, me I tell you!

Errol.

No man! Is where think you are?

Trenchtown? This is Brixton.

And it's £50 I want for each of them tune!
£50 each.

All right, all right. Hold on a minute.

I tell you what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna do you a favour, sound man,

because I know you for a long time

and I want you to win
this competition Sunday with me tune.

That's a rude thing
you have on your neck, boy.

- What, this one here?
- Yes, man.

If you throw that in with the others,
you can come and collect tune this evening.

You are a crook, I'll tell you now, Fat Larry.

One big criminal.

- Brixton you call this?
- Brixton. Take it or leave it.

Dave, I want you for a minute.

ALAN: Look, do this Blue Peugeot for us,
will you? Complete system.

What the fuck are you doing?

I'm cleaning my hands,
what does it look like?

I'm playing the piano?

But I've got a customer here, mush.

I'm having my lunch break, all right?

Look, come on, Dave,
you know what the system is.

If we've got custom, we work it.
Take your breaks later.

And if Ronnie ain't here and the custom
keeps coming in, I'm lumbered, ain't I?

Stuck here till 6:00 without a break
for the same pay.

It's a terrific system that is.

Just do us a favour,
just get her off me back, all right?

You can take the rest of the afternoon off
as far as I'm concerned.

How come I've always got to
sort out your fuck-ups?

They've had their lunch, haven't they?

I'll be back in an hour.
I'm going down the caff.

If it's so important, Alan,
why don't you do it yourself?

You forgotten?

- Oi!
- What?

- You wanna know something?
- What?

- You got too much of this.
- Yeah?

Yeah. Especially for a coon. I don't like
monkeys who get too clever in my garage.

In other words, son, you're fucking out.
Do you understand?

Beefy.

Beefy.

I'm talking to you.

Man, you just ruined my concentration.

Ruined.

You satisfied now?

Is what you want anyway?

Well, right now, Beefy, it's a little thing
concerning the Tannoy, remember?

- Oh, that.
- Yes, that.

It have to replace
because since the other one get mash up,

we only have three box
to carry the treble song.

Cho, you know
how much Shaka have already, man.

Cho! Shaka this, Shaka that!
Shaka is just a nuisance, man.

Hold on, hold on, what happen?
Finished your exercise yet?

You have a benchpress to do
and the rest of the things, man.

Yeah, well, I'll have to do that
when I come back, you know.

Have a little business to attend to.

- What about this one?
- Shh!

We'll take this one.

We should have taken the one in the gym.

- We're gonna take this one, all right?
- No, man.

Come on, come on.

Give me the blood claat screwdriver.

See there. Tannoy number one. Come on.

Right. Then how about this?

RONNIE: If I'd been there,
it would never have happened, right?

How is it your fault, Ronnie, man?

He can shove his exhaust
up his bumbaclaat arse.

I'll be happy to do the service, right.

- Do you want some?
- No, I don't want it.

You can't take it! I don't believe it.

Hey, Spark. You not finished that thing yet?

(WHISPERING) Fuck you.

RONNIE: You know Alan's been
a wanker for a long time.

What do you want?

- Just to watch you, man.
- Well, you're in me way, so fuck off.

Move your blood claat, man!

(SHOUTING)

Silly blood claat.

- Have you got the record?
- Yeah, man.

Well, give it to me, man. Let me play it.

The tune.

- Beefy there?
- Bring it, man. Let me see the thing.

- Give me the tune, man.
- You got the tune from?

Yeah, from Fat Larry, you know.

Let go the tune, man.
Cho, Fat Larry tune, man.

Yes, sir.

- Let go of the tune, man.
- So, what the tune like?

- Tune hard, man, hard like steel.
- Yeah?

RONNIE: Don't be a spoilsport.
Let's here the tune.

- Yeah, man!
- What he say?

Who this bumbaclaat boy
telling an Ital Lion man what to do?

This man's no Ital Lion man, you know.

(ALL ARGUING)

Play the tune!

Tannoy ready. You can go now, all right?

BLUE: Go on.

I show you something, Blue.

You see this cut here?
If this cut get one scratch, Rasta,

not one life worth living, you hear me?

Loud and clear, sir! We no gonna scratch it.

Shall I tear up the final?

(UPBEAT REGGAE MUSIC PLAYING)

(ALL TALKING)

So good, man.

Hey, Dread! Smile, man. You on TV.

- Just where the hell you get that?
- It's a video, man.

I never said "what", I said "where".

Same place as the Tannoy, Dread.

Same place as the Tannoy?
You mean school?

- Yeah, man, of course.
- What else you thieve, Beefy?

Blackboard and chalk?
You's one foolish pussy claat idiot thief.

- What you want with this thing for, anyway?
- Film the people, innit?

Film the people! How you going to do that?
Where the rest of this thing?

- What do you mean, rest?
- Metal box thing. Look like a tape recorder.

Oh, that. We leave it behind, man.
The thing too heavy to carry.

- So then video bruk.
- Bruk?

Useless, Beefy. It's not going to work.

All right, Dread! Cho!
Don't break your heart, man. I'll sell it.

DREAD: You do no such thing, you hear me?
Just get rid of it!

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Oi! Turn that off!

I said turn off the sound!

(BANGING CONTINUES)

Boy.

Yeah?

WOMAN: Have you got any idea
how much noise you are making?

- Pardon?
- Don't you "pardon" me.

You know what I'm on about.

Well, the only noise I've heard, lady,
is you banging on the door.

I want it stopped, understand?
Every night it's like this.

There's people trying to get to bleeding
sleep and you carrying on in there.

Carrying on? No, you must be mistaken.
I'm in there on my tod.

There was music, very loud music,
if you call that racket music.

RONNIE: Well, why didn't you say so?
I've got a transistor in there.

That music is loud enough
to wake the bleeding dead!

Well, I can't understand that. It's only got
a tiny speaker, as small as that.

Tiny thing, it's only little.

I tell you what I'll do, I'll go in there,
'cause I must be going deaf as well...

Don't you piss me about, my son,
because there'll be a lot of bother.

I know exactly what's going on.
There must be at least half a dozen of them.

They come jumping out of that van
over there, they come in here,

and they play
their bloody jungle music all night.

- You don't mean blacks, do you?
- Yeah, blacks.

The big ones with the curly hair?
Wogs? Yeah?

RONNIE: Sambos?
WOMAN: Yeah.

- RONNIE: Mango munchers?
- What about coons, boy?

Coons?

Oh, yeah, I might've known, I might've
known. Look at you, look at you.

Look at you.
Good for nothing, noisy, stinking filth.

Lazy. You're everywhere. Jungle bunnies.

This was a lovely area
before you came here, lovely.

And you, you should
be ashamed of yourself, you should.

You know what you are, don't you?
You're a traitor to your kith and kin, a traitor.

You're no relation of mine, lady.

You fuck off back to your own countries,
you jungle bunnies. And you!

This is my fucking country, lady,
and it's never been fucking lovely!

It's always been a fucking tip

for as long as I can remember.
So don't fucking tell me, right!

Beefy, Beefy.

(BEEFY SHOUTING)

- Cool it, Beef.
- It's all right, Beef.

Save that steam for the gym, man.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello. Yes. Hold on.

- Blue.
- What?

It's your mum.

Mum.

She knows I don't like her to phone me here.

No, I haven't forgotten about Carlton.
I'm coming home now. Yeah, true.

Yeah, all right. Yeah, okay.

What does she want?

I have to take Carlton to school again.

Oh, forget about Carlton. Let him wait.

(RHYTHMIC REGGAE MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

- I want my hat.
- You ain't going to get it.

- I want my hat.
- No!

You got me into
a whole lot of trouble yesterday.

- Good!
- Yeah?

You turned my record player off, you know.

Put it back on! Put it back on!

Give me my hat. Give us it!

I'm gonna tell on you!

Give it back!

Missed! Missed!

You're not worth one. You think you can
live in that dirty the room upstairs, man.

Now go in the kitchen and bring a broom
and clean up this room.

And I want every piece of them sponge
back in them cushion, before I murder you.

Jesus Christ! Look at the place.
Like a farmyard.

So what happen to your job, man?
How come you still here this time of the day?

Nothing's happened to my job, my job's cool.

Cool?

If you must know, I leave the job.

You just threw away a good, good job there
and you don't even care.

Who said I don't care? Pray stop, man.

Listen, you do your thing,
and just allow me to do mine.

Your thing? Fucking kali weed
and sound system your thing?

Yeah, mine's herbs, man, and yours
is white rum and betting shops, man.

So what happened to that,
everything not cool?

No, sir, is two man inside here
and one that work

and one not work, you hear me?

And I don't want to subsidise you.

(MIMICKING) I don't want to subsidise you.

Come here, you, come, come.
You skanking school again.

BLUE: Leave him alone, man.

You see the fine example
you are setting him.

Why do you skank from school?
You must go off to school.

You too feisty.

You don't control him
and you don't control me, see.

So just leave him alone, right?

Watch it. When you earn as much as I earn,
then you can tell me what you want.

Until then, just keep
your pussyclaat mouth closed.

What's up, Blue?

- Why you not at work?
- Check the dole queue scene.

- Let me show you a shot, boy.
- Who you call "boy"?

- You the boy.
- Play the shot, then. Let me see it.

How come your face looking
so vexed and worried? Elaine pregnant?

- That's a call shot. Take it again.
- I'll show you a different one.

Hey, come here,
I want to show you something.

Come here. Hey, Blue, come here, man.
Hey! Beefy!

- Hey, Blue, come here and watch this.
- What the fuck is that, man?

ERROL: Is that a dog?
WEASEL: Why doesn't he ride it?

He can just ride the thing.

Hey, Beefy, man, you've pulled a dog!

You're going to get killed, guy!
That thing gonna turn on you.

Turn on him! See that.

Beefy, where are you going
with that thing, man?

What the fuck is that?

(ALL HECKLING BEEFY)

Cho, Beefy, man,
where you got that thing, man?

Thing? Listen,
this is African Ridgeback, man.

I just lent him from my neighbour, innit?
Sit down, man, sit, sit. Sit.

You see? Plan is, man, we're going to
mash up Shaka and feast.

Man, this man is itection against Shaka,
you see.

See, Beef, the thing looks starved, man, sure.

I think it's a poodle.

WEASEL: No, man, is a mutant,
the head's too small for the body.

BEEFY: Listen, this is a lion killer.
In Africa, they use them to kill lions.

What does it do, Beefy?
Sit on them and suffocate them, does it?

- A word with you, Errol.
- Yeah.

Look at that.

What is it?

£40.

-£50, man.
- It's not mint.

- Oh, come on.
- Errol, it's got scratches all over the top, son.

Have a look.

Top price, it needs to be in mint condition
otherwise it's just not worth my while.

Hold on.

I want you to look upon video camera,
all right? What do you think about that?

Errol, son, where did you get that from,
the blind school?

Oh, come on, Les,
don't be so fucking tight, man.

10 quid, that's all I'm asking. 50 with the TV.

- What do you say?
- You're a fucking liberty-taker.

- I want it delivered, all right?
- Yeah.

One, two, three, four, five.
There you go. Oh, and, uh...

A pound for some sweets
I want it delivered, mind.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- All right.

Anyway, listen now,

I talked to him about the video and thing,
right, and he just gave me this £5.

-£5? No, man, not right.
- Listen, Beefy, don't start that, blood claat.

Listen, take the £5 and be grateful now, man.
You lucky you get anything at all.

Look, listen, right,
how am I gonna buy weed with that

and how am I gonna buy
an engagement present as well, you know?

Oh, blood claat! Engagement present?
Tell me something, how long do you think

Loverboy and this Sandra
going to stay together?

Yeah, well, that's all you know, innit,
because he's going to buy a suit now.

You waste your money.

- What you doing it for?
- Hey, check that.

A walking flag of Ethiopia.

The man must have red, gold
and green underpants, the rahtid.

(MUMBLING)

Jah! Star!

Eli! Peace to the I, Rastafari. One love!

Really nice...

So what happen now?
You can't give me a lift?

No, man, not with the dog.
You have to walk, man.

- Later, man.
- Later.

- Walk with the dog, boy.
- Blood claat.

(GRUMBLING)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

- SPARK: Hey, come on out.
- I no go, man. Get out.

What you mean, you not come?
Come on, man.

No, man, I'm not going, right? You
think marriage is all lovey-dovey and cuddly.

It's aggro. Me no go.

How can you not turn up
to your own engagement party?

Look, keep your mouth down, man.
She don't...

- Listen, my mum don't know, right?
- What?

All right, I'll put it another way, right?

Listen, say God came along
and he's created all these different people,

all different colours, right,
red, brown, black, yellow, white...

Hey, wait a minute!
White is not a colour, you know.

(ALL LAUGHING)

All right, smart arse, pink, right?
Say he's pink.

He's not gonna say, "Well, the red people,
I'm gonna give them choppers that size

"and brown people's that size, but
black people, I'll give them one that size."

- Why not?
- Because he's not, is he?

- He don't think like that, does he?
- That's where you're wrong, man.

You ever see a China girl with big tits?

See, is the same thing, man, the same thing.

- He's right.
- Beefy's right.

If you're sure, right, Ronnie,
when we get there,

-put it up on the table and measure it.
- We'll need a magnifying glass.

When you've quite finished,
where are you getting off?

Yes, pal, we're going, we're going,
we're going. Where are we going?

Tell him where we're going.

- I don't know, man.
- What are you talking about?

No, man, stop joking, man. Where is it?

- No, man, Sandra's supposed to...
- See this here... Wait.

See!

(ALL JEERING)

RONNIE: Where we getting off?
Where we getting off?

Hey, Beefy...

- St David's Hall.
- We've passed it.

- By the Odeon.
- Come on.

That's a pound. Five 20s is a pound.

- Leave it out, guv'nor.
- Come on, give us a pound.

Sandra, what time
did you tell this guy to come?

9:00.

It's bloody well 10:30 now.
The guy hasn't turned up yet.

(INDISTINCT)

- I'm sorry I'm late.
- Forget about it, forget about it.

- Come up there with me.
- Hello.

(MUSIC STOPS)

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
Would you gather round, please?

Please hurry up. Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry
to disturb your dancing and your enjoyment

but the reason for calling you here
this evening is to ask you to participate

in the engagement
of my beautiful daughter, Sandra,

to Norvil Washington.

(SNICKERING)

A very fine boy.

And therefore,
I would like you to raise your glass

in a toast to both these lovely people.

A toast to Sandra and Norvil. Thank you.

Loverboy!

Speech!

I would also like to look forward
to that day in March

when this lovely couple walk down the aisle.

RONNIE: He'll be late!

Norvil has asked me to apologise
for his late arrival.

He put the blame on the busses.
Anyhow, he's here.

I would also like to take the opportunity
to thank Robert Nicholls

for allowing us to use this lovely hall.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,
there's plenty to eat and drink.

Plenty of white rum, plenty of Carlsberg,
plenty of mutton and rice.

I thank you.

Look at that!

Hey, Beefy.

Beefy, man!

Hey.

Look at him!

(ALL CHATTERING)

(ALL LAUGHING)

(ALL TALKING EXCITEDLY)

Just shut up!

You see them there?

Shut your fucking row up,
you black bastards!

I'll blow your fucking legs off! Slags!

- Come on, get the message.
- Fucking spades!

(SHOUTS)

- Beefy!
- You coming, are you? Come on.

I'll kill you now, you spade. Come on.

Who do you think you are?

Get up this way. I'll have you.

- RONNIE: Hold him!
- Come on, I want him!

BLUE: Stop it! Stop it!

- MAN: Bastard! Fucking jungle bunnies!
- Beefy!

MAN: Get out of the fucking country.
We don't want you here.

Drop it, Beefy, drop it.

Beefy, cool it, man.

Cool it, no one was hurt. Forget it, right?

That man called me a black bastard.

Fucking hell, man, how many times
you been called that?

- Fucking ignorant people!
- I do know they're ignorant people!

Fucking pig ignorant.

- Beefy, do you want to start a war?
- Yes, man!

Do you want a race war?
Beefy! Listen, Beefy.

Beefy, if you go up there and fight that guy,
there's all the other flats to deal with.

Cool it! Cool it!

Beefy! Beefy! Beefy, look! I guarantee you...

Damn it! They don't think twice
about throwing us out of the garage.

Beefy, man... If they throw us out, man,
the sound is finished.

Where do we keep the sound, Beef?
Why don't you think?

(MAN CURSING)

- In!
- BLUE: Beefy!

(MAN CURSING)

MAN: Oi!

Get around the other side!

(TYRES SCREECHING)

He's going around. He's getting away!

All right! We got him!

Right!

Give him a dig.

Get your legs down, you little bastard!

What you run off for, then, eh?
What you run off for, you little robber?

- I didn't fucking know who you were.
- Get it right, son. We stopped you.

And you done a runner.

You fucking liars.

Hello, MP, from Charlie Foxtrot 3. Over.

We don't like mouthy bastards.

Suspect detained,
we're taking him to Yankee Romeo.

Come on, golly, you're coming with us.

- I ain't done nothing!
- You must be joking.

At 5:00 in the morning?

You're a dirty, little slag,
like the rest of your black mob.

Get in.

WESLEY: So how much is the bail?
ESTHER: It's 200.

WESLEY: 200? 200 fucking pounds?

If him don't turn up in the court,
you have to pay the money, you know that?

So what you want, Wesley, what you want?

You want the boy to stay in jail

until the case come up
in three months' time?

So how come you so sure
him would turn up in court?

Because he's my son
and he wouldn't let me down.

- Him not let you down?
- This is doing my...

He's let you down already, Esther,
him go out and thief.

ESTHER: He's not a thief, Wesley.
He told me they frame him up.

And if he says, I believe him, right?

Look, Wesley,
you should know the police, you know.

WESLEY: The police, them do this
and the police, them do that.

(WESLEY CONTINUES TALKING)

I don't believe it, Esther, I don't believe it!

ESTHER:
You don't even believe your own eyes.

You see the bruises on the boy face?

WESLEY: Thieves and skankers, all of them!

Look after it, right?

ESTHER: God, Wesley, can't you talk
about anything else but money?

I go to work, too, you know.
I save that money.

So don't you interfere in my affairs.
You hear me?

How come you think you was able to save

if I never go out and work
and come back and bring money inside?

Not even that fridge...

Come on, man, see that?

Come on.

Oh, right here.

Give me that rass claat thing.

Come on.

What? Give me the thing, man.

I don't see why
we have to put up these posters, you know.

It's the promoter's job, this. A promoter job.

Yeah, but who's the promoter's best friend?

- Shaka.
- Right.

And where all the posters
in this area going to go?

Shaka area.

Right. So how's our fellows
going to know about it?

Hey, you're right, you know?

Yeah, we'll have to fix that Shaka, no?

Come, man. We'll put one over there.

Oh, come on, Beefy!

RONNIE:
You know the first time I had one of these?

- It was a...
- BLUE: A spliff?

RONNIE: That Wembley concert back
in '68, '69. Desmond Dekker and the Aces.

My Boy Lollipop. Who was that?
My Boy Lollipop?

BLUE: It was Millie Small.
RONNIE: Marcia and Graham?

BLUE: Not Marcia and Graham,
Bob and Marcia.

RONNIE: Bob and Marcia.

Yeah, you was a skin, man. A baldhead.

A crombie.

White shoes, braces,
and hair that was non-existent.

- We didn't get in though, did we?
- You know why?

- Errol didn't turn up with the tickets.
- With the tickets.

RONNIE: But that party was good. You know
that party you took me to after instead.

- Angelo?
- Yeah, the guy with the gold teeth.

The one with clubs, diamonds
and spades on. I gave him a cigarette

-and he mashed it up.
- I remember.

Yeah, how was I to know
he was building a spliff?

I thought he was just being anti-social.

It was a nice spliff.

You know how to make them.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

So where you going tonight, Elaine's?

- Yeah, I reckon so.
- Yeah, well, I think I might pull tonight.

I think Errol's got a few chicks
lined up for me.

So what, I'll check you later, shall I?

Yeah.

Too much French kissing, eh?

Hey.

Where are you?

(CAR HORN HONKING)

- Hey, Blue.
- William.

How's it going, son?

Tribulations, you know, up and down.

That's all you think about, ain't it? Sex.

- Is that a spliff, that?
- And your herbs.

And reggae music.

This is the guy
that's been molesting my sister.

You know Rupie, don't you, Blue?

Hi, Rup. So where you going?

Where we going?

Just a cruise, you know.

- Can I cruise with you?
- Yeah, the man can come.

How's it going?

Well, I haven't won anything yet.

- Just won something.
- You're lucky.

(CHUCKLES) Been here for hours.

If you want business, it'll cost you 20 quid.

All right.

You got anywhere to go?

- Yeah, I got a place just around the corner.
- All right.

- You come up West a lot, do you?
- Not very often.

I thought I hadn't seen you
in that place before.

- MAN: You sure this is okay?
- Yeah, don't worry.

Through the alley and just around the corner
and we're there.

Hey, you, just give me
some blood claat money.

Yo, fool, why don't you ask some old blood?

Hey, man, what?
Come on, don't worry about him.

They love it, it's how they get their kicks.

Hey, man, we can't leave him just like that.

Look, do you want the police
to come and get us?

Listen, man, cho,
call an ambulance. Just let them know...

Listen, man.

You never tell me
about any of them things, man.

What? About what?

- Mugging and that kind of thing.
- Is that what you're on about?

Look, how do you think
all these politicians, all these police,

these blokes driving around in fast cars,
how do you think they gets so high?

They've got to step on someone's feet.
Survival. Money's money, innit, mate?

Cho. Look, just come take your
fucking things out of my car, all right?

MAN: All right.
ELAINE: Thanks a lot. It was nice.

MAN:
I'll come and check on you again, yeah?

BLUE: Where you fucking been?
ELAINE: Blue, you frightened me.

Do you know
how long I've been waiting out here?

- So where've you been, Elaine?
- Been out.

BLUE: It's 6:00 in the morning.
ELAINE: Thanks for the time check.

- So who's that you're off with now?
- Oh, don't talk rubbish.

I went up a soul club
with Deidre and Beverly.

Neither Deidre nor Beverly drive.

Look, what am I supposed to do
on a Saturday night?

Sit by the phone hoping you'll ring?

Who was he? The one in the Interceptor.

- Who was he?
- Look, right,

it was Deidre's brother
and he goes out with Beverly.

Anyway, it's got nothing to do with you.

What do you mean,
it's got nothing to do with me?

Do you know how long
I've been waiting outside your house?

I don't care how long
you've been waiting outside my house.

- You don't care!
- No!

Listen, right. Look, when I decide to go out
on a Saturday night

and you're not around,
what am I supposed to do?

Sometimes I could hit you.

Look, Blue, look, just leave me alone,
all right? Just go away!

RASTA: Jah!
CROWD: Jah!

RASTA: Almighty and most powerful god.

Clap your hands, all ye people.

Shout unto Jah with the voice of triumph.

For the Lord most high is terrible.

He's a great king over all the earth.

He shall serve you.

And the nations at our feet.

He shall choose our inheritance for us.

The excellency of Jacob
and the Lord Rastafari.

Jah is gonna bless you.

Lord with the soul of a trumpet.

Sing praises to Jah, sing praises.

Sing praises to Rastafari, sing praises.

'Cause he is a great king over all the earth.

Sing his praises with understanding.

- Jah!
- CROWD: Rastafari!

Most high and terrible god.

Lord of lords,

king of kings,

conquering lion of the tribe of Judah.

He lift up himself.

Most high god, light of this world, Rastafari.

Most powerful and terrible god.

Dear beloved, peace be unto the I.

Welcome to this gathering of the most high,
Jah Rastafari.

Rastafari.

But the I look as if all the troubles
of this world be upon him shoulders.

Come here,
draw this chalice and let these herbs

for the healing of the nation,
heal your troubled mind.

To the east, Africa.

To the west, Jamaica, first Babylon.

To the north, England, second Babylon.

Babylonian triangle of captivity.

Man travel down many roads,
in many directions,

all of them roads that man take,
all of them journeys that man make,

is brought deceptions and vanities.

Vanities and vanities that make man
can't step forward out of Babylon,

first leaving behind him
the dirty filthiness of this dirty, corrupted

and wicked Babylonian society

and step forward to Zion, forward to Africa,

the first point of this triangle,
forward to I and I,

Jah Rastafari, most high and mighty god.

Dread?

Errol?

- What errors!
- Look how the man spell "rule."

All right, come on,
Shaka gonna kill your blood claat.

Come on, guy. Me cold enough.

- All right, man.
- Come on.

Hey, come on, Beefy, man.

- We have to catch some fun, you know.
- Shut up, man.

Come on.

Hey, Beefy, come on, man.
What a blood claat you are.

- What errors!
- Come on, man.

Lion!

Hey, Beefy, you ought to see
a tailor about that coat, man.

- Shut your fucking face.
- Where you get that coat from?

Come on. Come on, man.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(ALL CHATTERING)

- I hear that Shaka have a new tune.
- Which new tune?

Everything is fucked, man!

(RONNIE SINGING)

Fuck me.

Shut the rass claat door now.

So what are you looking at me for?

Well, it's not me that's done it.

It's your kind, man.

Your fucking kind!

Beefy, why don't you hush up
your blood claat?

- You don't know nothing!
- No!

I know that if him never stop me
from mash up them blood claat

on the balcony, this would never happen.

They're the same kind, man.

Your kind. Your fucking kind.

My kind, Beefy? My kind?

It's me that sprayed all the walls, is it?

And mashed up the speakers, yeah?
Cho, man, I'm a National Front guy?

Them are dealing in pure wickedness, man.

Don't talk fucking black, white man.

(ALL CLAMOURING)

DREAD: I don't want to hear no
arguments here. I don't want no violence.

Nobody be making a schism, you hear?

Tonight is still I night. Errol.

- Cool down, Beef, man.
- Sure.

- Record box is in the van?
- Yeah, man.

Fat Larry special there?

Yeah, man.

So sound and I look good.

Come, come, man.
Come, Beef, man. Come, man.

Look after yourself, Ronnie, you hear?

The I better make sure the I reach on time.

I'll see you later.

(CHOIR SINGING)

A calm and heavenly frame.

♪ A calm

♪ And heavenly frame ♪

A light to shine upon the road.

♪ A light to shine

♪ Upon the road ♪

That leads me to the lamb.

♪ That leads me

♪ To the lamb ♪

Lord bless me now
and bless us if thou can be so please.

I pray for our complete deliverance.

I pray that you will use me as an instrument.

Lord, I am depending upon you
while we say thanks in Jesus' name.

At a time like this,

my heart is overflow with joy

knowing that once I was a sinner,

was going down the road of sedition.

Had no intention about this man, Jesus.

And one night I come to the conviction

and tonight I am rejoicing
in this free and full salvation.

And I could say, as brother Paul tonight,

I am happy to be a Christian

and I am rejoicing
in this free and full salvation.

And now, Lord, I pray
that you will bless every heart.

What a pussy claat.
What's so important it couldn't wait?

Right now, when I go home, it's just pure
aggravation from my wife, you know?

You playing tonight?

- No, why?
- I might want to borrow your sound system.

What do you mean, borrow
my sound system? What happen to yours?

- Is two you want?
- My sound system get mash up last night.

Get mash up?
You know, this call for some negotiations.

Blood claat! What do you mean, negotiation?

You're worse than a pussy claat.
Just give me the key, man.

Listen, man, watch them language, man.
Have some respect.

Right now, just drop them
in the letter box when you finished.

And listen now,

don't you come for no more favours
after this, you hear, son?

Hey! Oi!

Open this bumbaclaat door.

Oi! I know you're in there!

(CURSES)

Bumbaclaat.

What are you after, jungle bunny?

An hiding, eh?

Is that what you want? Eh?

♪ Jah

♪ Does you know?

♪ Light of this world, I and I, Rastafari

♪ I shall lead I and I to the promised land

♪ Jah

♪ Babylon, Babylon, Babylon

♪ Say

♪ Rastafari!

♪ Four thousand years
I've gone through exploitation, victimisation

♪ I and I come to chant
no Babylon oppression

♪ And set the captives free

♪ Jah

♪ King of kings and lord of lords

♪ Conquering Lion
of the tribe of Judah-ah-ah ♪

Who's this brother here?
He must be a new boy.

Blood claat, never seen him round this area.

- You know what them say about him?
- No man, what them say about him?

They say he likes to mash up people things.

- Why he do that?
- Because he's a fucking hooligan.

Blood claat problems,
you hang around with Beefy.

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

(ALL SHOUTING)

No fighting, man.

Where's your buddy?
Don't nobody want, man, Rasta.

Get together, Rasta!

Hey! I love... Cho!

(ALL SHOUTING)

Quiet! I want to get this song over.

Lover boy, you gonna have to
control this song tonight.

- Me?
- Yes, man, you. You do it.

Go on.

(UPBEAT REGGAE MUSIC PLAYING)

Right, folks, now Ital Lion.

First of Zion, jungle lion.

(SINGING)

(CHEERING)

MAN: Good to see you.

To the inspiration of his Imperial Majesty,
Emperor Haile Selassie I of Ethiopia.

Jah! Rastafari!

♪ Go into Lion! Lion!

♪ I get a call coming down the hall

♪ I had just had a few in the hall

♪ I get a call coming down the hall

♪ I had just had a few in the hall

♪ When I was a youth I used to go to school

♪ Teacher just tried to make me a fool

♪ Lord I said them
never ever teach me history

♪ All the things that were so unnecessary

♪ Can't take no more of that♪

(ALL CHATTERING)

Oi, what do you want? We all at peace now.

All right, all right. Who's in charge here?

Don't I look like I'm in charge?

- Right. Nor do I know a blood claat...
- Are you in charge?

(MUMBLING)

♪ Lion! Lion! Lion!
Lion! Lion! Lion! ♪

Listen to me, sunshine...

Stop the music?
Send the people out? No, man.

The guy want to send
the people outside! I stop him.

(ALL SHOUTING)

Police outside. Saying everyone gonna...

Stand firm!

Hey, no! No! Them fooled us long enough.

They won't fool us again,
stand firm in the hall.

(SINGING)

♪ Lion! Lion! Lion! Lion!

♪ We can't take no more of that

♪ Lion now say, now say
We can't take no more of that

♪ Lion say we can't take no more of that

♪ It's 400 years
And it's the same kind of living

♪ Brutality, hypocrisy, same immorality

♪ We can't take no more of that... ♪

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

♪ Say, say, say, say
Lion! Lion!

♪ We say Lion! Lion!
We say Lion! Lion!

♪ Because we know
you can't fool the youth no more

♪ Jah teach the youth the right
and true and true way

♪ Then you say every man shall pay
according to the rules of Babylon

♪ We can't take no more of that
What we say?

♪ Can't take no more of that

♪ Can't take no more of that
Say, say, say, say

♪ We can't take no more of that
No more of that

♪ We can't take no more of that♪

Stand firm!