Original subtitles

[SILENCE]

[MAN] PEOPLE.

GIVE ME SOME LOVE, BRETHREN.

[CROWD CHEERING]

I'M CALLING ON MY PEOPLE.

♪ TONIGHT, MY BROTHERS

♪ TONIGHT, MY SISTERS

♪ FATES WILL BE DECIDED

♪ FUTURES WILL BE SET

♪ LIVES WILL BE CHANGED

♪ DESTINY REACH ME, BRETHREN

♪ DESTINY REACH

YOU GOT MY MONEY, RUDE BOY?

YOU GOT MY MONEY?

♪

WHEN YOU SEE ME 'PON THE ROAD, STEP ASIDE, BREH.

WHEN YOU SEE ME 'PON THE STREET, JUST SLIDE, YEAH.

WHEN THE BROTHERS COMING THROUGH,

BETTER HIDE SCARE,

'CAUSE I'M BRINGING SOMETHING NEW,

AND I DON'T CARE.

WOOH!

WHAT THE BITCHES IN YO' CLIQUE WANNA SAY, YEAH.

IF THEY FEEL ALL MY FLOWS ARE TOO TIRED, YEAH. MM-HMM.

MY RHYTHMS IS SICK, AND MY RHYMES ARE THE LICK,

AND MY BEATS DRIVE COMPETITORS TO DRINK, YEAH.

YEAH. OH.

THAT'S SOME BRUCE LEE TYPE SHIT.

[CHATTER]

DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES WHEN YOU'RE TRAINING.

♪

FUCKIN' BATTY, MAN.

♪

IF YOU RECKON I'M ALL BRAGGADOCIO.

IF YOU RECKON I'M LYING LIKE PINOCCHIO.

THAT A BROTHER CAN'T FLOW 'CAUSE HE'S A HOMO.

WELL, YOU-- WELL, YOU GONNA--

WELL, YOU GONNA SEE A SISSY THAT CAN, THOUGH.

WELL, YOU GONNA SEE A SISSY THAT CAN, THOUGH.

♪ IF YOU RECKON' I'M ALL BRAGGADOCIO. ♪

♪ IF YOU RECKON' I'M LYING LIKE PINOCCHIO. ♪

♪ THAT A BROTHER CAN'T FLOW 'CAUSE HE'S A HOMO. ♪

♪ WELL, YOU GONNA SEE A SISSY THAT CAN, THOUGH. ♪

[DOOR SLAMS]

OH, SHIT.

♪ IF YOU THINK YOU'RE A BAD MAN, THEN COME ♪

♪ I'M A SHOW YOU A BAD MAN, BETTER RUN ♪

♪ LYRIC TAKE YOU DOWN LIKE A BULLET FROM A GUN ♪

♪ ONE SHOT, ONE SYLLABLE, THEN DONE ♪

[CAR HORN HONKS]

OLLIE!

JUST A MINUTE.

ONE MINUTE, YEAH?

OLLIE!

♪ SEE HOW ME RUN THINGS, SEE IT THERE ♪

♪ SEE HOW ME RUN THINGS, SEE IT THERE ♪

♪ SEE IT THERE, SEE HOW ME RUN THINGS ♪

WHOA-HO-HO.

HEY! HEY, YO, KKK.

WHAT?

THIS IS DANCE HALL STYLEE.

HEY, YO, K.

YO. HEY!

SISTER, GIVE ME A TWIX.

K! YO, SISTER.

K, BOY, WE AIN'T GO TIME.

'CAUSE WHAT, AM I BLACK OR SOMETHING?

SEE THAT THERE BEHIND YOU?

THAT LINE OF PEOPLE STOOD PATIENTLY WAITING.

HERE IN CIVILIZATION WE CALL THAT A QUEUE.

AND YOU SEE THIS HERE IN FRONT OF YOU?

THIS GLEAMING EBONY PROOF

THAT THERE IS A GOD AND HE LOVES BLACK WOMEN.

WE CALL THIS A BLACK MAN.

AND BLACK MAN DON'T DEAL WITH QUEUES

YOU GET ME, SIS?

BLACK MAN HAS STOOD UP ENOUGH LINES SINCE TIME.

BREAD LINE, WELFARE LINE, IMMIGRATION LINE,

AND POLICE IDENTIFICATION LINE-UP.

WELL, BLACK MAN BROKE AWAY, SEE?

BLACK MAN DON'T STAND IN LINE NO MORE FOR NOTHING,

SISTER GIRL, YOU GET ME?

SORRY, I KEEP TRYING TO CATCH A GLIMPSE

OF THIS SISTER YOU KEEP TALKING TO.

OR IS SHE LIKE YOUR IMAGINARY FRIEND

THAT ONLY YOU CAN SEE?

WHO YOU A TALK TO SO?

I DON'T KNOW, MATE. WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? NEXT.

I SUPPOSE THAT MUST BE ME. EXCUSE ME, BROTHER.

LISTEN, BITCH, AND LISTEN GOOD.

THAT'S MY NAME, DON'T WEAR IT OUT.

STOP.

WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

BITCH WILL DO FINE.

HELP A BROTHER OUT, YEAH?

SEE ME TRYING TO ACT LIKE KOFI ANNAN?

TRYING TO REUNITE THE PEOPLES, YEAH?

WHY DON'T YOU CONTRIBUTE TO WORLD PEACE, YEAH?

AND JUST GIVE US YOUR NAME.

CHARISMA.

OH, NOW THAT'S A NAME.

SEE HOW CREATIVE NUBIAN PEOPLES CAN BE.

PURE POETRY RIGHT THERE, FOR REAL.

MY PARENTS NAMED ME JULIA, MAN. I MEAN, WHAT'S THAT ABOUT?

JULIA WOLFOVITZ, AKA WHITE FANG, WHAT'S UP?

NOW, SEE MY MAN HERE?

CHRISTENED DIJON SOCRATES LAWRENCE THE THIRD,

AKA IN THE AREA AS KKK.

KRAZY KOP KILLA.

PROBABLY HEARD OF HIM.

NO. WELL, SISTER, FOR SURE YOU WILL.

INEVITABILITY IN EFFECT.

IT'S ALL ABOUT TIME, SIS, CA' TONIGHT,

MY MAN HERE AND HIM CREW,

THE ILFORD ILLMANICS--

THEY'RE MY COMPETIN' ACT IN THE URBAN SLAM.

MEK I TELL YOU, AS THEIR PROMOTER,

MANAGER, MENTOR, WHAT-HAVE-YA

THAT SAID COMPETITION IS SEIZED FOR REAL.

PRISONERS TAKEN, CASTLE CAPTURED,

DECLARE A DAMN CEASE-FIRE.

SEE, WHAT YOU A DEAL WIT' HERE

IS A LYRICAL LANDSCAPER,

READY TO TAG HIS OWN SISTINE CHAPEL.

A FLEDGLING LEGEND ON THE EDGE OF SUCCESS

AND SO HE'S JUST A LICKLE BIT CRANKY,

JUST A LICKLE BIT WIRED.

IT AIN'T ABOUT YOU, SIS,

OR THIS LICKLE CHI-CHI MAN.

IT'S ABOUT ARTISTIC TEMPERAMENT

AND THE AGONY OF GENIUS.

CA' ALL THIS NUBIAN WARRIOR NEEDS

IS JUST ONE ITTY-BITTY LICKLE TWIX

TO SOOTHE HIS SAVAGE BREAST, SO THE MOJO WILL FLOW.

AND ANOTHER BROTHER CAN RISE.

CONTRIBUTE TO WORLD PEACE, SIS.

SUPPORT THE ARTS.

UPLIF' THE RACE, AND GIVE THE BRUDDA

A FLIPPIN' TWIX, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, YEAH?

NEXT.

[GASPS]

YO.

SISTA.

GIVE ME A TWIX.

[DANIEL] EXCUSE ME.

DO YOU THINK YOU COULD TAKE YOUR HAND OFF HIM?

SORRY, THAT WAS RUDE OF ME.

DO YOU THINK YOU COULD TAKE YOUR HAND OFF HIM,

PLEASE? DAMN RAASCLAAT,

BATTY BOYS, MAN-- THEY'RE FUCKING EVERYWHERE!

[KKK] NO.

HE AIN'T GAY,

JUS' POSH. AIN'T IT, BLUE BLOOD?

YOU AIN'T NO GAY PUSSYRAAS?

I PREFER QUEER, ACTUALLY.

WELL, I'M OLD-FASHIONED.

CAN'T BEAR TO STAND ASIDE

WHILST A BRUTE MANHANDLES A BEAUTY.

JUST HAVE TO 'STEP UP.'

I BELIEVE THAT'S THE PHRASE?

STEP UP, SPEAK UP AND ASK YOU RESPECTFULLY

TO TAKE YOUR HAND OFF HIM,

PLEASE.

YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW WHAT BRUTE MEANS?

YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW WORDS AND MEANINGS?

YOU DRINK SPUNK FOR BREAKFAST UP YOUR DIRTY RAAS

AND YOU TALK DOWN TO ME?

WHAT IF I AM JUST ANOTHER IG'ERANT BELLIGERENT NIGGER,

N' I COMPLETE YOUR PICTURE OF ME

AND CRUSH YOUR BITCH'S PAW IN MY FIST

LIKE A BISCUIT?

WHAT IF I FUCK YOU BOTH UP AND STEP OVER YOUR BODIES

WITH MY TWIX N' GWAN MY WAY?

WHAT THEN?

I DON'T KNOW.

WHAT THEN?

YO...

SISTA...

GIVE ME A TWIX.

MAGIC WORD?

PLEASE.

KEEP THE CHANGE, YEAH?

YOU THINK YOU'RE CUTE, INNIT?

JUST 'CAUSE YOUR UPWARDLY-MOBILE NIGGER DADDY

FOUND A WHITE BITCH TO BE HIS BABY MAMA,

AND YOU GREW UP TALKING LIKE THE ENEMY,

YOU THINK YOU AIN'T GHETTO.

WELL,

WHEN YOU MARRY YOUR NICE LICKLE WHITE BOY

WITH HIS NICE LICKLE WHITE JOB

AND HIS NICE LICKLE WHITE HOUSE

IN NICE LICKLE WHITE TOWN,

AND YOU TAKE YOUR NICE LICKLE MULLATTO BABY

OUT IN HIS NICE LICKLE WHITE PRAM,

AND ALL THE NICE LICKLE WHITE MUMS

ARX HOW LONG YOU BEEN HIS FUCKING NANNY...

YOU'LL SEE JUST HOW GHETTO YOU ARE,

AND HOW CUTE YOU AIN'T.

AND WHEN THAT MOMENT REACH,

AND YOU CALL YOUR GAY BEST FRIEND,

AND HE SENDS YOUR CALL TO VOICEMAIL,

THINK OF THIS MOMENT, YEAH?

AND REMEMBER--

YOU COULDA CONNECTED WITH A BRUDDA.

[MUSIC]

ARE YOU OKAY?

'EAR ME NOW! JUDGEMENT DAY REACH

AND T'ROUGH THE RIDDIM ME A' SAY CREATION A PREACH!

MEK MAN, WOMAN AND PICKNEY, LET THE BEATS THEM A TEACH

YOU LEAAAARN! [BEAT BEGINS]

♪ SEE ME 'ERE LIKE A LILY 'PON THE WATER. ♪

♪ WHITE FI TRUE!

♪ WHITE FI TRUE-- OH!

♪ TAKE ME DOWN LIKE A LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER ♪

♪ WHITE FI TRUE!

♪ WHITE FI TRUE!

♪ CLOSE YOUR EYES, SEEN, AND OPEN YOUR MIND ♪

♪ SEE ME THERE WITHOUT PREJUDICE AND LIES ♪

♪ YOUR SOUL BRUDDA, YOUR PARTNER IN CRIME ♪

♪ HEAR ME SOUL IN THE FLOWS OF THE RHYME ♪

♪ LIKE THE SOIL AND THE SILT

♪ FROM THE SHORE OF THE NILE RIVER ♪

♪ DARK FI TRUE, DARK FI TRUE

♪ LIKE THE SWEET SUGAR CANE FROM THE HEART OF MUDDA AFRICA ♪

♪ DARK FI TRUE, DARK FI TRUE

♪ FEEL ME NOW, ME BRUDDA, FATHER, SISTER, MUDDA ♪

♪ WHINE THE CHUGGA, CHUGGA, DANCE THE CHUGGA CHUGGA ♪

♪ WHINE IT! CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA ♪

♪ GRINE IT! CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA ♪

FEEL THE HUMANITY ME BREDREN, FEEL THE LOVE!

FOR IN THE EYES OF THE MUSIC,

WE ARE ALL AFRICAN!

UNITY!

PEACE!

OH!

[CROWD] GO WHITE BOY GO WHITE BOY GO!

[CHANTING CONTINUES]

GIVE IT UP FOR EMCEE J.--

J.!

ALL RIGHT, RIPPIN IT UP, RIPPIN IT UP, RIPPIN IT UP.

HEY, YO YO YO YO, COME HERE-- WHERE YOU GOING? WHERE YA GOING?

COME HERE MAN, COME HERE MAN, LET ME GET A CLOSE LOOK ON YOU.

COME HERE CASPAR. LET ME SEE YOU... OH!

HE IS WHITE!

BLACK PEOPLE, HE'S WHITE!!

[CROWD CHEERS]

HEY MAN, HEY MAN, WHY YA HAVE TO GO

FOOL MY HEAD LIKE THAT, MAN?

WHY? ALL RIGHT,

LETS HAVE THE OTHER CONTESTANTS UP, YEAH?

GET A BIT OF CROWD RESPONSE TO THESE PEOPLE HERE, SO RIGHT.

PLEASE PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR EVERYBODY TONIGHT.

COME ON NOW. MAKE UP SOME NOISE.

ALL RIGHT, DRILLAMAN!

[BOOS AND APPLAUSE]

OKAY, OKAY, OKAY.

HOW BOUT THE ENZ?

[BOOS AND APPLAUSE]

AW BABY.

HEY, MY MAN PIMP PARTY?

[BOOS AND APPLAUSE]

OKAY.

HOW ABOUT...

MC J.J.?

[CROWD CHEERS]

WHOO! OKAY.

ROUND ONE TO J.J.!

THE BLUE-FOOT'S THE BOY TO BEAT.

ROUND TWO IN 15 MINUTES, YEAH?

LETS GET SWEATY, LETS GET DRUNK,

LETS GET MAD, LETS GET CRAZY,

LETS GET MESSY!

LETS BRING ON THE BOYS NOW.

OUR VERY OWN FROM LONDINIUM.

THE RIGHTEOUS...

RIGHTEOUS CREW!

PEOPLE, ARE YOU

READY?

ME SAY PEOPLE ARE YOU READY?

♪ BROKEN WINGS CAN FLY AGAIN NOW ♪

♪ BE YOUR ANGEL, YOUR HERO AND FRIEND ♪

♪ JAMMIN' EVERY PLACE WE GO ♪

♪ I CANNOT TOUCH THE CLOUDS... ♪

♪ ALONE...

♪ CAN'T TOUCH THE CLOUDS ALONE ♪

♪ BLESSED TO READ THE FEATURES, BEST I SEEN IN AGES ♪

♪ HAVE THIS THING FOR GIRLS

♪ WITH SEXY CLOTHES AND ANGEL FACES ♪

♪ TELL ME WHAT'S YOUR STATUS

♪ CAPTURED BY YOUR FREQUENCE

♪ I CAN SEE YOU BY MY SIDE

♪ UPON YOUR DAILY GRACES

♪ IF I SEEM IMPATIENT, THAT'S NOT 'CAUSE ♪

♪ I'VE LOST MY PATIENCE

♪ IT'S JUST WE MAY NEVER MEET AGAIN ♪

♪ SO TIME IS SACRED

♪ IT IS NOT FOR WASTIN'

♪ SO WHY CHOOSE NOT TO WASTE IT ♪

♪ SHE'S GOT ME GOIN' CRAZY

♪ GOD, CAN'T LOOK, IT'S SO AMAZING ♪

♪ WE CAN LIGHT OUR FLAME AGAIN ♪

♪ WE CAN FIGHT THE WORLD AGAIN ♪

♪ REDEMPTION, REDEMPTION ♪

♪ BABY STEPS TO REACH THE END

♪ ALL OPPRESSION WE'LL DEFEND

♪ HATE CAN'T BREAK US

NUH-UH. ♪ WE CAN LIGHT OUR FLAME AGAIN ♪

♪ WE CAN FIGHT THE WORLD AGAIN ♪

♪ REDEMPTION

♪ REDEMPTION

♪ BABY STEPS TO REACH THE END

♪ ALL OPPRESSION WE'LL DEFEND

♪ HATE CAN'T BREAK US YO,

[MUSIC DIMS]

ORLY. I CAN'T HELP IT, RUDEBOY!

YOU KNOW I'M HELPLESSLY HORNY

WHEN YOU CHAT BLACKNEY LIKE THAT.

[LAUGHS]

YOU THINK YOU'RE HELPLESS NOW,

WAIT TILL I GET YOU HOME,

LICKLE ENGLISH BOY--

JJ...

SOON AS WE REACH YARD, MAN,

BEFORE THE DOOR EVEN CLOSE, YOU GET ME?

GONNA WINE YOU AND GRINE YOU,

MAKE YOU FEEL MY LOVER'S ROCK.

[LAUGHS]

WHY IS THAT SO BLOODY SEXY?

'CAUSE BLACKNESS IS REALNESS.

REALNESS IS SEXY.

WHAT, AND YOU ENDED UP WITH

THE WHITEST BOY ON THE PLANET

THIS SIDE OF PRINCE CHARLES.

YOU AIN'T WHITE, ORLY.

YOU'RE BLINDING.

♪ WE CAN LIGHT OUR FLAME AGAIN ♪

♪ WE CAN FIGHT THE WORLD AGAIN ♪

♪ REDEMPTION, REDEMPTION

♪ BABY STEPS TO REACH THE END ♪

♪ ALL OPPRESSION WE'LL DEFEND ♪

♪ HATE CAN'T BREAK US

[MUSIC DIMS]

WHASSUP?

OH MY DAYS, WHASSUP!

ILLMANICS, YEAH?

M.C. KKK, MC VENOM,

MC EGGY, YEAH, BOSS MAN,

BOSS MAN, I FEEL YOUR WORK,

LEGENDS MAN, LEGENDS!

YOU'RE THE MANAGER.

PEACE, FAM.

I KNOW YOU?

MC J.J.!

SECOND ROUND, TWO MINUTES!

SECOND ROUND?

[VENOM] WHAT THE RAAS HAPPENED TO THE FIRS' ROUND?

YEAH, I'LL FIX IT.

HEY BIG MAN,

HAVE I EVER FUCKIN' LET YOU DOWN?

[COMPERE] YOU HAVE NO REASON TO GET HOSTILE.

IT AIN' GONNA HAPPEN. I KNOW, BUT WHO DO

THEY WANNA SEE? I CAN TELL YA WHO THEY AIN'T GONNA SEE.

MC GAY-GAY?

J.J.

FROM WHERE? BRISTOL, MAN.

WEST COUNTRYSIDE ENZ.

TRICKY, MASSIVE ATTACK,

MC J.J.!

I LOVE YOUR WORK, FI TRUE.

I FEEL THAT SHIT.

[KKK] YOU FEEL THAT SHIT?

BELIEVE.

YO FANG.

WHA' GWAN, FAM?

YOU'RE MAKING ME LOOK BAD. I BRUNG YOU IN

'CAUSE YOU RECKONED YOU COULD MANAGE.

SO, WE SKIPPED THE FIRST ROUND OR WHAT?

[FANG] THEM RECKON WE MISSED THE WHOLE THING, PERIOD.

WE BOUNCED! BOUNCED?

BOUNCED? BOUNCED, BROTHER.

YOU MEAN YOU DID STAN' THERE AND LET THEM TELL YOU

WE WAS BOUNCED AND NEVER TELL 'EM NUTTIN' BACK?

WHAT YOU WANT ME 'A TELL 'EM, MAN?

"IT'S 'CAUSE WE'RE BLACK"?

THE ILLMANICS IS BOUNCED,

AND THE LITTLE WHITE PIG-FUCKER

FARM BOY IS T'ROUGH?

HOW YOU PULL THAT TRICK,

COUNTRY?

[ORLANDO] HE WAS ON TIME?

ORLY...

YO! MC J.J.!

GET READY, YOU'RE GONNA BE UP!

[ORLANDO] I'M COOL.

YOU'LL SEE ME BETTER FROM OVER HERE, YA.

J.J., I'M COOL.

MC J.J., GET READY TO TAKE THE STAGE.

COME.

OVER HERE.

PLEASE.

[LAUGHTER]

RIGHT HERE.

WHERE I CAN SEE YOU, YEAH?

YO,

SOON AS THIS TRACK DONE, YEAH?

YEAH, MAN.

SAFE.

[CROWD SINGING]

[GASPS]

SORRY.

I'VE NOT SAID THANK YOU, HAVE I?

GRATITUDE IS SOMEWHAT OF A DYING ART.

ONCE A MAIDEN WOULD'VE AWARDED HER KNIGHT HER FAVOUR TO WEAR.

AND HE WOULD HENCEFORTH WEAR IT WITH PRIDE.

YOU KNOW IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT, DON'T YOU?

THAT YOUR PEOPLE DON'T APPRECIATE YOU.

IT MUST BE EVEN MORE DISAPPOINTING FOR YOU,

WHEN IT COMES FROM YOUR OWN, LIKE THAT.

AS OPPOSED TO WHEN IT COMES FROM YOUR OWN?

[CHUCKLES] WELL,

YOU COME TO EXPECT IT FROM THE WHITE-TRASH ELEMENT.

BUT NEVER FROM THE NICE MIDDLE-CLASS WHITE BOYS.

I MEAN, THEY JUST LOVE THE QUEERS, DON'T THEY?

TRUST ME, I'M UNDER NO ILLUSIONS REGARDING THE MIDDLE-CLASSES.

BUT THEY DON'T GO QUEER-BASHING ON THE STREETS.

NO, THEY GO QUEER-BASHING IN THE PRESS

AND THE HOUSE OF LORDS.

AND AS FOR THE BLACKS,

SURELY THEY SHOULD UNDERSTAND OPPRESSION,

SHOULDN'T THEY?

AFTER ALL THEY'VE BEEN THROUGH'?

WELL, SHOULDN'T THEY? AFTER ALL,

WE'RE ALL ON THE SAME SIDE, AREN'T WE?

AREN'T WE?

IN A WORLD WHERE TWO AND TWO MADE FOUR,

WE SHOULD BE.

WHAT DOES TWO AND TWO MAKE IN THIS WORLD?

A LYNCH MOB.

IT DOESN'T LOOK BROKEN.

I'M SORRY!

[DOOR CLOSES]

IT'S NOT YOU, IT'S ME

TRUTH IS--

I'M A BIT OF A THEORETICAL QUEER.

STRONG ON CONCEPT, LOUSY IN PRACTICE.

KISSING...

CONFUSES ME.

YOU ARE ARRESTINGLY LOVELY

AND INSTANTLY INTRIGUING

AND HENCEFORTH,

I SHALL INVARIABLY RECALL THE...

TREMBLING EXCITEMENT OF...

SITTING ON A BEAN-BAG IN YOUR...

STRANGE LITTLE BURROW OF A HOME.

AND I WILL SMILE AND WEAVE FLORID FANTASIES

OF WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN IF ONLY I'D HAD THE BALLS

TO ASK YOU OUT.

BUT IF I FUMBLE THROUGH A CLUMSY ATTEMPT

TO ACTUALLY CONNECT WITH YOU FOR REAL...

I'LL FUCK IT ALL UP.

AND SO, REGRETTABLY...

I CANNOT STAY.

WAIT.

TO TREASURE.

[CROWD ROARS]

[J.J.] HEAR ME NOW!

SECOND ROUND REACH!

WHITE BOY COME AGAIN FE SNATCH THE CROWN!

♪ WHINE IT! CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA! ♪

♪ GRINE IT! CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA! ♪

♪ OH, WHINE IT! CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA! ♪

♪ GRINE IT!

♪ CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA! [MUSIC STOPS]

[SCRATCHING SOUNDS]

[VENOM] NIGGAS REEEEACH!

♪ THIS IS NOT A TES', SAY THIS IS NOT A DRILL! ♪

♪ THIS DANCE HALL A REQUISITION BY THE PEOPLE ♪

♪ DEM LIBERATION ARMY

♪ KNOWN 'PON THE STREET AS THE ILLMANIC CREW! ♪

♪ RESISTANCE IS FUTILE, REPEAT, RESISTANCE IS FUTILE ♪

♪ IS TIME FE SURRENDER

T'ROW UP YOUR 'ANDS, MUTHAFUCKAS,

AND ASSUME THE

POSITION!

♪ ALLA MY NIGGAS AT THE MC TROW-DOWN ♪

♪ ALLA MY HOMIES OUTTA BRIXTON, LOCKDOWN! ♪

♪ TROW THEM GATS IN THE AIR, FIRING ONE ROUND ♪

♪ SHOUTIN' WHERE MY NIGGAS AT? ♪

[CROWD] ILLMANICS!

♪ MY SWEET BITCHES IN THE BARKING AREA ♪

♪ MY SWEET HUNNIES INNA ILFORD, SEE 'EM DERE? ♪

♪ TEAR THEM WEAVE FROM THEIR SCALP IN HYSTERIA ♪

♪ SCREAMIN' WHERE MY NIGGAS AT? ♪

♪ YO, WHERE MY ILLMANICS? NIGGAS REACH! ♪

[CROWD] EAS' LONDON!

♪ LOOKING CRIS, LOOKING DOWN, COME FE CLAIM THE BLACK CROWN ♪

[ILLMANICS] ♪ NIGGAS REACH!

[CROWD] EAST LONDON!

♪ SEE HOW ME DRESS TO IMPRESS

♪ HOW ME STEP WID'OUT STRESS?

[ILLMANICS] NIGGAS REACH!

[CROWD] EAST LONDON!

♪ IS A BLACK MAN TING TO LOOK THIS FINE ♪

♪ TAKE A BRUDDA TIME

♪ MEK WHITE BOY COME EARLY AND NAS' UP THE PLACE ♪

♪ HEY YO, BLACK MAN DRESS TO REPRESENT THE RACE! ♪

[CROWD GOES WILD] [MUSIC STOPS]

HEY WAIT WAIT, HOL' ON, HOL' ON NOW,

HOLD ON, HOLD ON. [MUSIC STARTS]

♪ SCUSE ME, BRUDDA, IF YOU DON'T MIND ♪

♪ THIS IS MY MOMENT, AND THIS IS MY TIME ♪

♪ SORRY BLOOD, YEAH? NUFF RESPECT ♪

♪ BUT THIS IS MY STAGE, AND J.J'S IN EFFEC' ♪

♪ HOW COME JOHNNY-COME-LATELY YOU SAY ONLY ♪

♪ WHITE BOYS REACH EARLY FI TRUE? ♪

♪ WHEN ROCKING THIS HOUSE IS A SEA OF BLACK FACES ♪

♪ ALL REACH IN DIS PLACE BEFORE YOU? ♪

♪ A WHA' G'WAN? AIN'T YOUR MAMMA ♪

♪ RAISE YOU TO KNOW THAT IT'S RUDE TO INTRUDE? ♪

♪ A WHA' GWAN? AIN'T YOUR PAPA TELL YOU ♪

♪ EVERY TING IN THIS WORLD AIN' ALL ABOUT YOU? ♪

♪ A WHA' GWAN? ALL YOUR PLANS SPANNERED ♪

♪ SO YOU FORGET YOUR MANNERS AND THEN YOU STEP ♪

♪ TO A BROTHER LIKE YOU FIXING FI FIGHT? ♪

♪ AIGHT, AIGHT, SOMETHIN' AIN'T RIGHT. ♪

♪ BWOY, SOMETHIN' AIN'T RIGHT! ♪

[CROWD CHEERS]

STEP TO IT, MAN, FINISH HIM.

♪ FIRST 'TING MUTHAFUCKA, YOU BES' ♪

♪ START ADDRESS ME AS MISTA

♪ 'CAUSE THIS NIGGA HE AIN'T YOUR BROTHER

♪ NO WAY, AND YOU AIN'T MY SISTER! ♪

♪ MAKE ME LAUGH HOW YOU 'TINK YOU CAN STAN' PON THIS STAGE ♪

♪ LIKE YOU SOME KIND OF REAL STAR ♪

♪ WHEN YOUR HAIRY-ASS BITCH HAS A DICK FOR A CLIT ♪

♪ 'CAUSE YOUR GIRL IS A GEEZER! ♪

[CROWD HOLLERS]

♪ BUT WAIT, DREAD, MY BOY HERE, HE CAN'T BE A HOMO ♪

♪ ME NA UNDERSTAND

♪ FOR THE DUDE TO BE BATTY, MY NIGGA ♪

♪ HE'D HAVE TO BE SCREWING A MAN! ♪

♪ YEAH, I KNOW HIS LICKLE BITCH NEEDS A SHAMPOO AND SHAVE ♪

♪ AND HE MUST BE OUT OF HIS MIND ♪

♪ BUT LOVING A DOG, WELL IT MIGHT BE A SIN ♪

♪ BUT TECHNICALLY IT AIN'T A CRIME ♪

CRAZY KOP KILLER!

♪ YO, DID YOU REALLY THINK, WIGGA TO REAL NIGGA ♪

♪ YOU COULD PULL WOOL OVER THIS BRUDDA'S EYES? ♪

♪ THAT YOU AND YOUR PUSSY-RAAS PUNK BOY ♪

♪ COULD MUG UP THE NEGROES ♪

♪ AND TAKE HOME THE PRIZE? ♪

♪ IF YOU TINK YOU CAN FUCK WITH THIS BLACK MAN ♪

♪ THEN WHITE BOY, YOUR CORNROWS ♪

♪ THEM FIX UP TOO TIGHT ♪

♪ JUST DO WHAT YOU DO BEST AND BEND OVER BITCH ♪

♪ 'CAUSE YOU REALLY GETTING FUCKED TONIGHT! ♪

♪ ALLA DEM SO-CALL LYRICAL GANGSTAS ♪

♪ AND BRUK-ASS M.C. PRETENDA ♪

A WHA' G'WAN? ♪ ALLA DEM NASTY RAAS ♪

♪ CHI-CHI MEN, BATTY BWOY NATURE OFFENDER ♪

♪ THEM SWALLOW MAN'S DICK THEN WAN FI SPIT LYRIC ♪

♪ AND THEN STEPPIN' TO A BROTHA LIKE THEM FIXING FI FIGHT? ♪

[ILLMANICS] AH G'WAN!

♪ SOMETHING AIN'T RIGHT, BWOY, SOMETHING AIN'T RIGHT! ♪

♪ SO, THE WORD'S ON THE STREET, YO THE HOMIE'S A HOMO ♪

♪ ILLMANICS FEEL SICK

♪ BUT WHAT AM I MADE OF THAT YOU'RE SO AFRAID OF ♪

♪ A GUY WHO LIKES DICK? [CROWD CHEERS]

♪ NOW COULD IT BE WHAT'S REALLY FREAKING YOU OUT ♪

♪ IS YOUR ASS GETTIN' KICKED?

♪ 'CAUSE THIS FAGGOT'S PROUD TO SAY I NEVER FOUND ME ♪

♪ A PUSSYRASS I COULDN'T LICK

♪ OR MAYBE IT'S JUST THAT THE BABE ON MY ARM ♪

♪ IS WAY FINER THAN YOU'LL EVER OWN ♪

♪ YEAH, ACTUALLY BLOOD, SEEIN' AS YOU'RE SUCH A STUD ♪

♪ HOW COME MISTER LOVER-LOVER'S ALONE? ♪

♪ COULD IT BE BEING BIGOTED DON'T MAKE YOU BLACKER ♪

♪ IT JUST MAKES YOU FUCKED UP AND SAD? ♪

♪ OR WHAT'S MESSIN' WITH YOUR HEAD ♪

♪ IS THE FACT THAT LAST NIGHT DREAD ♪

♪ I FUCKED BOTH YOUR MUM AND YOUR DAD? ♪

[CROWD CHEERS] ♪ A WHA' GWAN?

♪ WHAT THE BIG DEAL WHO I FUCK WITH ♪

♪ IF I AIN'T FUCKING WITH YOU? ♪

♪ OR MAYBE THAT'S WHAT'S REALLY FUCKING YOU BOYS ♪

♪ ARE YOU HUNGRY FOR A LICKLE PIECE OF J.J. TOO? ♪

♪ A' WHA' G'WAN? SHOULD I BE FLATTERED? ♪

♪ ARE YOUR HOPES SHATTERED? ♪

♪ IS THAT WHY YOU STEP TO A BROTHER ♪

♪ LIKE YOU'RE FIXIN' FOR FIGHT? ♪

[CROWD JOINS] ♪ SOMETHING AIN'T RIGHT, BWOY, SOMETHING AIN'T RIGHT! ♪

[ALL] ♪ A WHA' GWAN, A WHA' GWAN ♪

[CONTINUES]

♪ HO, HO, HO, HO HO ♪

♪ SOMETHIN' AIN'T RIGHT BWOY, SOMETHIN' AIN'T RIGHT ♪

HEY, COME ON, COME ON,

COME ON, COME ON, CUT THE MUSIC.

THIS IS OFFICIAL.

THE DISQUALIFICATION STANDS.

ILLMANICS, PLEASE LEAVE THE STAGE.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

[CROWD BOOS] I SAID...

THE DISQUALIFICATION STANDS.

ILLMANICS, PLEASE LEAVE THE STAGE.

[UPROAR] [VENOM] SCRATCH THAT J.J. SHIT

[UPROAR CONTINUES]

PLEASE, PLEASE, LET'S CHANGE THE TEMPERATURE NOW.

LETS MAKE UP SOME NOISE.

MAKE UP SOME REAL NOISE FOR MC J.J.

[BOOS AND APPLAUSE]

[CONTINUES]

[MUSIC RESUMES]

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

[J.J.SINGS]

♪ ILLMANICS MUST RETIRE AND TAKE THEIR LICKS ♪

♪ NEXT TIME YOU MUST BUILD YOUR HOUSE FROM MIRACLE BRICKS ♪

W'APPEN, BLOOD!

WHASSUP BREDREN!

[THEY LAUGH]

HAS RUDEBOY WON YET?

WELL, I THINK HE SHOULD.

BUT THEN YOU WOULD.

OOH, RHYME!

I GOT SKILLZ, WITH A Z!

I SHOULD BE DOWN THERE!

SURROUNDED BY BLACK BLOKES IN STRING VESTS,

ALL RAPPING ABOUT THE SIZE OF THEIR DICKS.

OH GOD, I HATE YOU.

KEVAN!

I SUPPOSE THEY ARE SORT OF SEXY,

IN A SCARY WAY.

THE BEST KIND OF SEXY.

I REALLY SHOULD COME DOWN THERE.

ORLY, MATE? YEAH?

DO YOU WANT ME TO COME DOWN THERE?

I'M FINE. DON'T WANT TO OVERRUN THE PLACE.

THAT'S THE TROUBLE WITH YOU HONKIES.

DON'T KNOW WHEN YOU'RE NOT WELCOME.

'HONKIES'? DO PEOPLE STILL SAY THAT?

PROBABLY.

THIS ISN'T THE MOST POLITICALLY CORRECT ENVIRONMENT.

GOD, IF I HEAR THE N-WORD ONE MORE TIME--

THE N-WORD?

FORGIVE ME, I DON'T SPEAK COY.

DO YOU MEAN NIGGA? KEVAN! WITH AN 'A'!

IT'S OKAY WITH AN 'A' AT THE END.

THAT'S JUST KEEPING IT REAL.

YOU JUST SAID YOURSELF THEY'RE ALL SAYING IT.

WELL, I CAN'T GET USED TO IT.

I'M SORRY, EVERY TIME I HEAR THE WORD--

NIGGA-- I JUST HEAR THE E-R.

HONESTLY, IT'S NIGGA THIS AND NIGGA THAT,

THERE'S A NIGGA IN EVERY SENTENCE.

IT MAKES ME CLENCH.

I'M CLENCHING RIGHT NOW AS WE SPEAK.

YEAH, WELL, DON'T GIVE YOURSELF CONTRACTIONS.

WELL, I CAN'T BE BANDYING WORDS WITH YOU.

I'VE GOT A WIGGA TO WATCH!

LATERS YEAH? PEACE OUT!

INNIT!

'NIGGER?'

DID I HEAR YOU SAY 'NIGGER?'

WITH AN 'A.'

ANYWAY, I WAS JUST SAYING HOW I HATE THAT WORD.

HOW YOU HATE NIGGERS?

THE WORD.

I HATE THE WORD.

I LOVE NIGGAS-- BLACK PEOPLE.

I DON'T HATE ANYONE.

WE ARE ALL AFRICANS.

[LAUGHS]

AH, MAN, LEAVE HIM.

HE'S JUST A LICKLE CHI-CHI MAN.

MAKE HIM GWAN WITH HIM NASTY SELF, YEAH?

OH MAN, NOW YOU'RE BEING SCANDALOUS AND SLANDERLOUS.

HOW CAN AN AFRICAN MAN BE A CHI-CHI MAN?

THAT JUST AIN'T LOGICAL.

HOW COULD A A RIGHTEOUS, GOD-FEARING AFRICAN MAN

BE A BATTY BOY?

AIN'T NO WAY.

ORVILLE, YOU AIN'T DUTTY SO, IS IT?

HEY, LEAVE HIM, HE'S COOL.

YOU'RE COOL, INNIT, BLOOD?

[EGGY] GO ON, PUT THIS FOOL STRAIGHT!

TELL HIM YOU DON'T TAKE DICK.

YOU'RE AMONGST FAMILY NOW, BREDREN.

YOU AIN'T GOTTA BE POLITICALLY CORREC'.

SO JUST TELL HIM YOU AIN'T BATTY, YEAH, DREAD,

AND HE'LL LET YOU GO.

[FANG] HE CAN'T SAY IT

'CAUSE HE IS QUEER.

INNIT WHITE BOY?

YOU ARE A DUTTY RAAS

PUSSYRAAS,

BLOODCLAAT QUEER.

INNIT? CHI-CHI MAN?

YES.

IS WHA' HIM SAY-- WHAT HE SAID YES?

YES.

AND EVERY NIGHT,

YOU SUCK THAT WIGGA WANNABE'S COCK, INNIT?

AND YOU FUCKING LOVE IT, INNIT?

SAY IT!

YOU FUCKING LOVE IT!

I LOVE...

HIM.

YOU LOVE HIM?

A MAN?

WELL AIN'T THAT A FUCKING BITCH?

NAH, MAN.

THAT'S A FUCKING BITCH!

[CHILDREN SINGING]

[YOUNG ORLY] NANA! NANA!

NANA!

[NANA'S VOICE] ORLY, MY LOVE.

WHAT'S WRONG?

[CHILDREN] ♪ ORLY KISSES BO-OYS!

THEY WON'T PLAY WITH ME, NANA.

THEY SAY I'M NOT A REAL BOY.

THEY HATE ME.

THEY CAN'T, ORLY.

THEY DON'T KNOW YOU.

THEY'RE JUST LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS,

WHO DON'T KNOW BETTER.

BUT WE KNOW BETTER, ORLY.

WE KNOW BETTER.

THANK YOU, NANA.

[CROWD CHEERS] WHOA WHOA WHOA,

YO YO, OKAY.

ALL RIGHT, SECOND ROUND.

WHITE MAN REACH!

WHOO!

[CROWD CHEERS]

YEAH YEAH, J.J., J.J., MY BRUDDA,

J.J., MY BRUDDA, ALL Y'ALL SECKLE DOWN NOW,

YOU ARE THE OFFICIAL WINNER.

THE OFFICIAL WINNER OF THE URBAN SLAM

M.C. THROWDOWN FINALS!

[CROWD CHEERS]

AND IN YOUR OWN WORDS, MY FRIEND, TELL ME,

HOW DOES IT FEEL?

I WANT TO THANK MY BREDREN AND SISTREN THEM,

FOR GIVING A LICKLE WHITE BOY FROM BRISTOL A SQUEEZE, YEAH?

[GRUNTS]

I WANNA THANK YOU FOR PROVING THAT ALLA DEM DAT RECKON

RAGGA AND HIP-HOP AIN'T READY FOR SOMETHING NEW.

DON'T SPEAK FOR ALLA US, YEAH?

[GRUNTS, SCREAMS]

I WANT TO THANK THE LEGENDS WHO PAVED THE WAY,

BLACK, WHITE, BROWN, WHATEVER, YEAH?

[ILLMANIACS HOLLER]

ALL RIGHT, BUT MOST OF ALL,

I WANT TO THANK MY BOY

[ILLMANIACS LAUGH]

AIGHT, MY LOVER,

ORLANDO YEAH,

ORLANDO.

MY BEAUTIFUL LOVER ORLANDO, YEAH.

FOR BEIN' MY INSPIRATION.

[CROWD BOOS]

AN' FOR, FOR BEING MY HEART AND MY SOUL.

[SCREAMS]

[VENOM] YO, GET OUT THE WAY!

WELL THANK YOU, YEAH?

ONE LOVE!

YO YO YO YO, RELAX.

RELAX PEOPLE, DJ, DROP SOME BEATS.

ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT, LET'S CALM DOWN,

PEOPLE, CALM DOWN NOW.

[MUSIC STARTS]

ORLY, I TOLD YOU TO STAY WHERE I COULD...

[MIC DROP ECHOES]

NO NO NO...

[J.J. WHIMPERS]

WOULD SOMEONE COME AND HELP ME?

[HOLLERING, LAUGHING]

[ALL] ♪ BOOM GO A GAT

♪ IN A BATTY BWOY BRAIN!

♪ GO ON PULL THE TRIGGER

♪ IN A NIGGER BRUTHAS NAME

[SIRENS WAIL]

HEY, PULL OVER, MAN! FUCK.

WHAT'S UP, BLOOD? I SAID PULL OVER, MAN.

DO IT!

YO SISTA, GIMME A TWIX, YEAH?

PLEASE?

HE WAS WHITE.

WHAT?

MY MOTHER WAS THE BLACK ONE.

HE WORKED IN A TANNERY SKINNING SHEEP.

HE WASN'T A NIGGA,

NOR WAS SHE,

AND NOR AM I.

'WAS?'

WHEN THEY WERE ALIVE.

MAYBE WE SHOULD SPLIT UP.

[SIREN WAILS]

[CAR DOORS SLAM]

[SIRENS CONTINUE]

I'LL SEE YOU ROUND, YEAH?

AND TURN OVER, PLEASE.

T-SHIRT, PLEASE SIR.

STRAIGHTEN UP.

SEE ANYTHING YOU FANCY,

BATTYMAN?

[THUD]

[ORLANDO] THIS IS A MISTAKE,

RUDE BOY.

ORLY.

I'VE BLOWN A MONTH'S BUDGET ON DRESSING LIKE BEENIE MAN,

AND I'M MINCING OUT OF THE HOUSE

LOOKING LIKE QUEENIE MAN.

I'M A LIABILITY.

YOU'RE NOT A LIABILITY.

THEN...

WHY'VE YOU NEVER BROUGHT ME ALONG BEFORE?

'CAUSE EVERYONE ON THE URBAN SCENE

HATES BOTTYBOYS AND CHA-CHA MEN.

BATTYBOYS AND CHI-CHI MEN.

IT'S JUST MUSIC, ORLY.

ONCE THEY GET TO KNOW YOU,

THEY'LL LOVE YOU JUST AS MUCH AS I DO.

[PHONE RINGING]

BLOODY HELL, ORLY, IT'S THREE IN THE MORNING.

HEY, UM, UM-- HELLO?

HELLO? I'M SORRY,

SORRY TO BOTHER YOU, SO LATE, UM...

FOR CHRIST'S SAKES, DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?

UH, YEAH, I'M SORRY.

WHO IS THIS?

WHERE DID YOU GET THIS PHONE?

IT'S-- IT'S J.J.

ORLANDO'S BOYFRIEND?

[DIAL TONE]

HELLO?

HELLO?

[DIAL TONE CONTINUES]

[PHONE VIBRATES]

[PHONE VIBRATES]

[CONTINUES]

HELLO?

[DOOR OPENS]

MISTER...

WOLFAVITZ?

DANIEL PEARL.

I'VE BEEN ASSIGNED BY LEGAL AID TO DEFEND YOUR CASE.

YOU'RE FIRED.

WELL, THAT WAS NICE AND QUICK.

TELL 'EM I WANT A BRUTHA ON MY CASE, ALL RIGHT?

AND MAKE HIM STRAIGHT WHILE YOU'RE AT IT. AH.

WHAT? WHAT?

THAT MAY PROVE IRKSOME.

I'M AFRAID THERE'S ONLY ONE HETEROSEXUAL BLACK MAN

ON LEGAL AID IN THIS CATCHMENT AREA,

AND HE'S SNOWED UNDER WITH CASES FOR A LEAST A YEAR.

THERE ARE A COUPLE OF BLACK WOMEN.

I THINK ONE OF THEM MIGHT BE STRAIGHT OR AT LEAST...

BISEXUAL.

WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO MAKE ENQUIRIES?

SO WHY AIN'T YOU BOOKED UP?

YOU THE DREGS OR WHAT?

I AM THAT RARE BREED--

THE BRIGHT-EYED, BUSHY-TAILED IDEALIST

BURDENED WITH ENOUGH WHITE LIBERAL GUILT

TO PRESENT YOUR CASE WITH THE UTMOST COMMITMENT

TO THE RULE OF LAW WITHOUT PERSONAL PREJUDICE.

[HISSES] HOWEVER, AS YOU SEEM SO SURE

THAT A HETEROSEXUAL BLACK SOLICITOR

WILL BE MORE SYMPATHETIC TO YOUR POSITION,

I HUMBLY BOW TO YOUR DECISION, GOOD DAY.

[VENOM] HE CALLED US NIGGERS.

[GAVEL SLAMS]

HE THOUGHT WE WAS DRUG DEALERS.

AND WHEN WE SAID WE'RE WEREN'T, HE CALLED US

THE N-WORD.

AND WE OVERREACTED.

I'M USUALLY A PEACEFUL MAN, YOUR HONOR,

I SWEAR ON MY BIBLE,

I DON'T KNOW WHAT CAME OVER ME.

BUT I KNOW THIS, MA'AM.

I'M REALLY, REALLY...

SORRY.

[DANIEL] IMAGINE YOU ARE ONE OF THESE

FOUR HARD-WORKING, FOCUSED YOUNG MEN,

AT THE START OF YOUR DREAM CAREER,

A CAREER THAT WILL TAKE YOU AWAY

FROM YOUR HUMBLE BEGINNINGS,

AND TO A WORLD OF INFINITE POSSIBILITIES.

YOU ARE HYPED UP.

BLOOD FILLED WITH A HEALTHY SURGE

OF MID-COMPETITION TESTOSTERONE,

WHEN YOU ARE SUDDENLY CONFRONTED

WITH A DRUNK, ANGRY SUPPORTER OF THE COMPETITION,

TRYING TO PSYCHE YOU OUT

WITH A TORRENT OF THE MOST SHOCKING

AND PAINFUL RACIST ABUSE.

IMAGINE SOMEONE LOOKS YOU IN THE EYE

ON THE BEST NIGHT OF YOUR LIFE

AND CALLS YOU A NIGGER.

AND TELL ME THAT YOUR RESPONSE,

HOWEVER MILD,

HOWEVER IMPASSIONED...

IS UNPROVOKED.

[GAVEL SLAMS]

WOULD THE DEFENDANTS PLEASE RISE?

I HEREBY SENTENCE

HUNTER, CAMPBELL, AND LAWRENCE

TO TWO YEARS IN HER MAJESTY'S PRISON.

AS FOR YOU, WOLFAVITZ,

I HAVE TAKEN INTO ADDITIONAL CONSIDERATION

THE SUBMISSION FROM YOUR SOLICITOR,

THAT CONSIDERING YOUR BACKGROUND AND EDUCATION,

THIS SITUATION WAS NOT TYPICAL

OF YOUR PREVIOUS CHARACTER,

AND THAT YOU WERE TO A GREATER EXTENT

PLAYING THE NAIVE GAME

OF FOLLOW-MY-LEADER.

YOU ARE SENTENCED TO EIGHTEEN MONTHS.

BAILIFF, TAKE THEM DOWN.

[GAVEL SLAMS]

TEN MONTHS ALREADY SERVED ON REMAND.

THEY'LL BE OUT IN, LIKE, SIX MONTHS

WITH TAGS ON THEIR ANKLES.

[GROANS] IT'S ENOUGH TO MAKE A BOY VOTE TORY.

[ORLY] J.J.?

[J.J.] ORLY?

[ORLY] J.J.!

HEY, HEY, BABY.

WHAT YOU DOING UP AGAIN SO SOON?

I HAD ANOTHER DREAM.

MY HEAD WAS ICE CREAM, AND YOU WAS AN ALSATIAN,

AND, AND, YOU--

YOU KEPT LICKING MY FACE

AND SWALLOWING ME!

BIT BY BIT, MY, SHH, SHH.

MY EYES, MY EARS,

MY EYEBROWS, MY NOSE

I WAS A DOG'S DINNER.

HEY, HEY HEY HEY, SHUSH...

SHUSH.

HEY.

THIS IS REAL.

SEE?

I'M ME AND YOU'RE YOU.

WE'RE REAL.

[WATER DRIPS]

ORLY.

WHAT?

[J.J.] YOU KNOW WHAT,

WE'VE DISCUSSED THIS.

[ORLY] KEEVIE!

[CHUCKLES] HEY YOU.

KEEVIE, KEEVIE, KEEVIE!

[LAUGHS]

[ORLY] WHAT'S WRONG?

YOU LOOK SO SAD.

SHUSH.

[ORLY] ARE YOU FEELING SICK?

I GOT HEADACHE PILLS, YOU WANT SOME?

OH, MY GOSH!

J.J., CAN KEVAN STAY?

ORLY, KEVAN DON'T WANT TO STAY, SILLY,

HE'S GOT THINGS TO DO.

OH PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!

HE CAN SLEEP IN OUR BED,

THERE'S, THERE'S LOADS OF ROOM!

CAN HE, CAN HE, PLEASE?

KEVAN, DO YOU WANT TO STAY?

SURE. YEAH!

I'LL GO AND GET

MY SPARE PAJAMAS!

HEY, CAREFUL, CAREFUL.

[KEVAN] YOU ALRIGHT?

YOU MUST HATE THEM SO MUCH.

NOT ALL OF THEM.

JUST THE ONES WHO ARE LIKE THEM.

THE GHETTOEY ONES.

THIS DIDN'T HAPPEN 'CAUSE THEY WERE BLACK, MATE.

BUT THAT'S WHY THEY'RE GETTING AWAY WITH IT,

ISN'T IT?

THAT'S WHAT'S BEHIND THE JUDGE'S RULING.

IN THE END, YOU SHOULD'VE KNOWN

HOW THEY'D REACT TO A PAIR OF BATTY BOYS.

THEY'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW BETTER,

AND YOU ARE.

KEVAN, WE CAN'T THINK LIKE THIS, MAN.

THEY CAN?

OH, THEY CAN FEEL WHAT THEY LIKE

BECAUSE THEY'RE STILL RECOVERING FROM SLAVERY,

IS THAT IT?

WE'RE NOT SLAVE-OWNERS.

WE'RE NOT RACISTS.

DOES THAT MEAN WE HAVE TO BE FUCKING PUNCH-BAGS

JUST BECAUSE WE'RE LIBERAL WHITE QUEERS?

ALL RIGHT, THEY DON'T HAVE TO LOVE US BACK

BUT DO THEY HAVE TO HATE US?

ONE OF THEM WAS WHITE, REMEMBER.

HE WAS WHITE ONCE HE GOT TO COURT,

BUT WHEN HE WAS STAMPING YOUR LOVER'S BRAINS OUT,

WHAT COLOR WAS HE TRYING TO BE, THEN, EH?

[ORLY] KEEVIE!

HE'S COMING!

I'LL BE UP IN A MINUTE, YEAH?

OKAY.

[SOBS]

[CONTINUES]

JUST BE GOOD GIRLS.

[SOBS]

[GRUNTS]

WHATTUP, MY BREDREN?

[THEY LAUGH]

HOW YOU GET SO SKINNY, SON?

GANJA DIET.

BAD BWOY.

[EGGY] STAYING LEAN,

STAYIN' MEAN!

MY BOYZ!

MY NIGGA!

HOW'S THE RUNNIN'S OVER IN C WING, MAN?

YOU SOME BUFF NIGGA'S BITCH YET?

YO, FUCK YOU

AND THE DICK YOU RODE IN ON, ALL RIGHT?

I'M IN A CELL WITH TWO WHITE MUTHAFUCKERS, MAN.

SHIT MAN, THAT JUST AIN'T RIGHT!

YEAH, YOU FEELIN' MY PAIN?

JUS' WRONG, BRO!

IS THEM DO THAT TO YOUR FACE, BLOOD?

YEAH, THEY SEE ME COME IN WITH YOU LOT

AND THEY HAD A PROBLEM.

I HAD TO REGULATE, INNIT?

IT'S ALL UNDER CONTROL.

BLACK PEOPLES!

NEGROOOOOO!

[EGGY] REUNIOOOON!

ILLMANICS IN THE HOUSE!

SO, FANG, ME BREDREN, IS WHA' THE PLAN, MAN?

PLAN?

FOR THE APPEAL OR WHATEVER.

AIN'T THAT WHY YOU ARRANGE THIS RENDEZVOUS?

AW MAN, YOU GOTTA BE FUCKIN' KIDDIN' ME!

WELCOME TO 'MEET THE VICTIM'!

FUCK THIS, MAN.

SIT DOWN!

PLEASE.

[EGGY] SO WHA' Y' WANNA HEAR, WIGGA BOY?

APOLOGIES?

YOU WANT US TO BREAK DOWN IN TEARS

AND BEG FOR FORGIVENESS?

YOU WAN' SEE NIGGAS ON THEIR KNEES?

[FANG] HE WANTS US TO TURN BACK TIME

AND CURE HIS BITCH, INNIT?

NAH, MAN.

HE WANTS TO HEAR THE S-WORD.

HE WANTS US TO FEEL THE S-WORD.

HE WANTS US TO RESTORE HIS FAITH IN 'UMANITY.

WANTS TO BELIEVE AGAIN THAT THE BLACK FOLK

AIN'T ALL BAD.

WANTS TO FEEL OKAY FOR LOVING US

DESPITE EVERYTHING, FOR STILL WANTING

TO BE US.

HE DON'T WANT TO FACE THE FACT THAT HE AIN'T A REAL NIGGA,

AND HE'S JUST A TOURIST.

WANTS TO LIVE IN HIS DREAM WORLD,

AND FOR IT ALL TO ALL MAKE SENSE.

INNIT, WIGGABOY?

[EGGY] IS THAT IT, WHITE BOY?

IS THAT THE MIRACLE YOU'RE HERE FOR?

I JUST WANTED A LOOK AT YOU.

THANKS.

G'WAN, G'WAN,

THAT'S MY BATTY BWOY!

GWAN WIT' YOUR NASTY-RAASTY,

DIRTY STINKIN'...

[MUFFLED]

AHH!

[ILLMANIACS LAUGH]

WELL, THAT WAS FUN.

[SAM] TEN. [GIGGLES]

NINE.

EIGHT. [GIGGLING CONTINUES]

SEVEN.

SIX.

FIVE, FOUR,

THREE, TWO,

ONE!

WHERE IS THAT WILY LITTLE ORLY?

I TELL YOU,

HE'S FAR TOO CLEVER FOR ME.

MAYBE I'LL JUST HAVE TO...

BOO!

OW! OOH!

COME HERE, SILLY!

POOR ORLY!

KISS IT UP TO HEAVEN!

OH, YOU'RE A TOUCH DAMP IN THE RUMP.

COME ON, IT'S WIPING TIME, PANTIES OFF, PRINCIPISSA.

AWWW, FLIP, HAVE I...

SAT IN SOMETHING AGAIN?

NO, LOVE, YOU'VE PISSED YOURSELF.

COME ON, CHOP CHOP, YOU DON'T WANNA GET NAPPY RASH.

I LOVE YOU, SAMMY.

SAM.

AND YOU LIKE ME.

YOU LOVE J.J.

YES.

BUT WHEN I TELL J.J.,

HE LOOKS SAD.

WELL, THAT'S MEN FOR YOU.

THEY CAN'T HANDLE COMMITMENT.

JUST KEEP TELLING HIM ANYWAY, 'TIL HE SMILES.

YOU HAVE TO WEAR 'IM DOWN.

[ORLY] EXCUSE ME.

YES?

ORLANDO?

WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?

YOU'VE HAD AN ACCIDENT, LOVE.

OH, YEAH.

[ORLY] IS IT SUMMER NOW?

I LOVE THE SUMMER, DON'T I?

THEY'RE NEVER LONG ENOUGH IN LONDON.

WHEN YOU SEE J.J.,

WILL YOU TELL HIM THAT I MISS HIM?

JUST IN CASE I FORGET?

I WILL,

BUT YOU TRY AND REMEMBER, YEAH?

[ORLY] AAH,

I STINK.

OH, I'LL FETCH YOU SOME CLEAN KNICKERS.

[GROANS] MY BUM'S SORE!

ORLANDO? SAMMY, MY BUM'S SORE!

WHAT YOU DOING ON THE FLOOR BABY?

COME ON! J.J.!

SAM!

ORLY.

I LOVE YOU J.J.

YOU WANT TO PLAY MUMMIES AND DADDIES?

ORLY!

YOU CAN BE DADDY!

ORLY--

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

WELL, SEEING AS I DON'T LIVE HERE,

I'M GUESSING THAT MUST BE FOR YOU.

SAM, TAKE ORLY TO THE BATHROOM, PLEASE.

COME ON, SKUNKY BUM.

LOCK THE DOOR, YEAH?

YEAH?

MR. JOHANNSON?

I'M DANIEL PEARL.

I REPRESENTED THE DEFENSE AT THE RECENT TRIAL.

DANIEL PEARL?

I'M SORRY TO HAVE BOTHERED YOU AT HOME.

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

JUSTICE.

I KNOW THAT YOU BELIEVE THAT IF YOUR PARTNER'S ATTACKERS

HAD BEEN JAILED FOR LIFE,

THAT WOULD BE JUSTICE.

IT WOULD NOT.

AS REPELLENT AND DEPRESSING AS THEY ARE,

THOSE IGNORANT BULLIES ARE NOT WHAT HAS CAUSED

YOUR UNSPEAKABLE SUFFERING.

THEY ARE MERELY THE CARRIERS OF THE DISEASE

THAT STRUCK YOUR LOVER DOWN.

I USED TO THINK THIS DISEASE WAS SOCIETY.

STRUGGLING TO MAKE SENSE OF THIS SENSELESSNESS,

TO FATHOM THIS BRUTALITY,

UNTIL YESTERDAY,

[RADIO PLAYS]

I CAME ACROSS THIS...

EXTRAORDINARY SOUND.

BASS, DRUMS.

HYPNOTIC.

SEDUCTIVE.

SEXY.

HIJACKING THE VERY BEAT OF MY CORRUPTIBLE HEART.

UNTIL I FOUND MYSELF CHANTING TOO.

♪ BOOM GO A GAT IN A BATTY BWOY'S BRAIN ♪

♪ GO ON PULL A TRIGGER IN A NIGGER BROTHA'S NAME ♪

♪ SEND A CHI-CHI MAN TO HELL WITH A SPIKE IN HIS EYE ♪

CHI-CHI MAN DIE, CHI-CHI MAN DIE.

I'VE GOOGLED CHI-CHI ON THE NET.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS?

TERMITE.

COCKROACH.

VERMIN.

VERMIN.

AND I WAS SINGING ALONG.

AND THEN I LOOKED TO MY RIGHT.

♪ BOOM GO A GAT IN A BATTY BWOY'S BRAIN ♪

OUR BRAINS WERE BEING COLONISED, INFECTED.

♪ GWAN PULL THE TRIGGA IN A NIGGER BRUTHA'S NAME ♪

I THINK YOU SHOULD TAKE OUT A CIVIL CASE

AGAINST THE COMPOSERS, PRODUCERS,

AND PERFORMERS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS MUSIC.

THEY ARE THE DISEASE.

WE CAN BE THE CURE.

AND THAT, PERHAPS, MIGHT BE SOMETHING

LIKE JUSTICE.

[ORLY] J.J.?

STAY IN THE BATHROOM, BABE, I'LL BE THERE IN A MINUTE.

[ORLY] J.J.,

LOOK AT MY FOOTSTEPS,

I'M ROBINSON CRUSOE!

MAN FRIDAY, ORLY.

[SAM] MORE OF A WET WEEKEND, I'D SAY.

COME ON, SOGGY, WE NEED TO SORT OUT YOUR TOES

BEFORE YOU GET TRENCH-FOOT AND FUCK UP MY CV.

OH, HELLO.

HELLO, SAM.

HELLO!

OH, HELLO ORLANDO.

[KEVAN] HEY YOU!

HOW'D IT GO?

WHO'S THIS?

[SAM] THIS IS DANIEL.

HE WAS THE DEFENSE LAWYER IN THE--

I KNOW WHAT HE IS, WHAT'S HE DOING HERE?

I JUST WANTED TO HAVE A QUICK WORD.

HOW ABOUT CUNT? THAT'S A QUICK WORD.

KEVAN. COME TO GLOAT, HAVE YA,

FUCKING CUNT! KEVAN!

COME IN A MINUTE, YEAH?

[RAGGA MUSIC PLAYS]

♪ BOOM GO A GAT IN A BATTY BWOY'S BRAIN ♪

DID YOU GET THAT?

BOOM SOMETHING?

CONVENIENTLY, IT'S THE TITLE.

"BOOM GO A GAT IN A BATTY-BOY BRAIN."

J.J.?

'GAT?'

GUN.

'BATTY-BOY?' I KNOW WHAT

BATTY-BOYS ARE. I THINK

THE WORD 'BRAIN' IS UNIVERSAL.

"BANG GOES A GUN IN A QUEER BOY'S BRAIN."

[MUSIC RESUMES]

♪ GWAN PULL A TRIGGA INNA NIGGA BRUDDA NAME ♪

"GO ON, PULL A TRIGGER IN THE NAME OF BLACK MEN."

♪ SEN' A CHI-CHI MAN A HELL WIT A SPIKE IN THE EYE ♪

[MUSIC STOPS]

"SEND A CHI-CHI MAN TO HELL WITH A SPIKE IN THE EYE."

IT'S JUST MUSIC. JUST MUSIC?

[DANIEL] MUSIC CAN BE INFLUENTIAL.

THAT'S WHY WE HAVE NATIONAL ANTHEMS,

AND HYMNS, AND FOOTBALL CHANTS.

SO IF THERE WERE NO FOOTBALL CHANTS,

MUSIC CAN BE A RALLYING CRY.

YEAH, MUSIC CAN BE A LOT OF THINGS.

BEFORE I FOUND ORLY, MUSIC WAS

THE ONLY THING THAT COULD HELP ME.

DID IT HELP YOU BE GAY?

WHAT MUSIC HELPED YOU BE GAY?

RUFUS WAINWRIGHT.

HIS FIRST ALBUM WAS MY COLLEGE BIBLE.

AND IF RUFUS TOLD YOU TO GO OUT AND SHOOT PEOPLE,

WOULD YOU HAVE DONE IT?

NO. WHY NOT?

[SAM] 'CAUSE HE'S A NICE WELL-EDUCATED WHITE BOY.

AND WE'RE A BUNCH OF IMPRESSIONABLE

JUNGLE-BUNNIES WHO DON'T KNOW ANY BETTER.

IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK I MEAN?

DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN?

YOU FIND THIS MUSIC ACCEPTABLE?

I FIND IT PAINFUL.

BUT SOME PEOPLE FIND THE SIGHT OF TWO MEN KISSING PAINFUL.

IS IT RIGHT TO MAKE IT ILLEGAL?

THOSE ARE THEIR ISSUES.

THESE ARE OUR LIVES.

ARE YOU REALLY SUGGESTING THAT CHALLENGING BLACK PEOPLE

ON HOMOPHOBIA IS AUTOMATICALLY RACISM?

ARE YOU PLANNING TO PICKET ANY WHITE ARTISTS?

LIKE? LIKE EMINEM?

GUNS AND ROSES? KATY PERRY?

I NEED TO LISTEN TO MORE MUSIC.

HERE'S THE THING, DANIEL.

BLACK PEOPLE EXPECT TO BE UNDER ATTACK.

IF YOU GO AFTER THE HANDFUL OF BLACK PEOPLE

WHO ARE MAKING ANY MONEY, ALL WE'LL SEE

IS ANOTHER WHITE MAN TRYING TO TAKE OUR POWER.

THIS ISN'T ABOUT BLACK AND WHITE.

THIS IS ABOUT PEOPLE TRYING TO HURT US.

IF I WAS HERE TODAY TALKING ABOUT ROCK MUSIC,

WOULD YOU JOIN US?

I DON'T KNOW.

WELL, JOIN US.

WORK WITH US.

HELP US.

US?

ME.

JOIN ME.

US.

I WON'T BE THE GOLLIWOG ON THE DUST-CART.

SORRY? SORRY?

I WON'T BE THE MASCOT.

PROOF THAT YOU'RE ALL GOOD NON-RACIST WHITE FOLKS.

OKAY. I'LL GO EDUCATIONAL

BUT NOT OPPOSITIONAL.

OKAY...

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

EACH ONE, TEACH ONE, OUTREACH.

EXCELLENT!

EACH ONE TEACH ONE.

EACH ONE TEACH ONE.

EACH ONE TEACH ONE.

YOU WHAT? WHASSAT?

WHAT ARE YOU?

A NIGGER?

YOU WHAT?

SPEAK ENGLISH, YOU NIGGER!

I'M A NIGGER.

AND WHAT DO YOU WANNA BE, NIGGER?

WHAT DO YOU WANNA BE, NIGGER?

MORE THAN ANYTHING?

WHAT IS BETTER THAN ANYTHING?

A WHITE BOY.

AAH!

IN YOUR DREAMS, NIGGER!

YO, YO BLOOD!

YO, FANG ME BRUDDA!

COME AWAY FROM ME, MAN.

IS WHA' YOU SAY?

WE CAN'T SPEAK.

THEY'RE WATCHING.

THEY GOT A PROBLEM WITH COONS, INNIT?

THEY AIN'T FEELING 'EM FOR REAL.

FANG, MAN.

THE FUCK YOU JUST CALL ME?

I KNOW YOU, NIGGER?

I FUCKING KNOW YOU?

WALK AWAY, BLOOD, I'M BEGGIN' YOU.

BLOOD...

NIGGER!

I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY!

DO IT!

PLEASE, FOR ME, MAN! FOR YOU?

THEY'LL FUCKING CRUCIFY ME!

JUST THE EYE.

IN THE EYE, YEAH?

PLEASE, I'M FUCKING BEGGING YOU, MAN!

RELEASE ME, MAN! FANG, MAN--

WHITE FANG, YOU FUCKING COON!

WHITE FANG!

YOU FUCKING IGNORANT FUCKING JUNGLE BUNNY!

FUCK, MAN!

FUCKING MONKEY!

FUCKING BABOON!

FUCKING GORILLA MONKEY COON!

[MONKEY HOOTING] OO OO OO OO OO OO OO...

[SHOUTS]

RIGHT,

WE'RE JUST ASSESSING EVERYONE'S

BASIC FIGHTING SKILLS.

PUNCH-BAG IS THE ATTACKER.

JUST GOTTA DEFEND YOURSELF.

DO WHAT YOU CAN.

GO!

WAIT, LOOK, YOU'RE FACING

A DRUNK, HARD-FACED BASTARD

WHO'S ABOUT TO PUNCH YOUR FACE IN WITH

A KNUCKLE-DUSTERED FIST.

WHAT DO YOU DO?

AW BLESS.

SOME PEOPLE NEVER LEARN.

ALL RIGHT SAM, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

WELL, THERE'S THIS TRICK I LEARNED

FROM MY GRANDMOTHER, AUDREY CAMPBELL,

KNOWN AS THE BATTLING BITCH FROM BRIXTON.

THEY'RE FACING YOU DOWN, RIGHT?

AND YOU HAVE TO MAINTAIN EYE CONTACT,

BUT YOU GRADUALLY LOWER THE CENTER OF YOUR GRAVITY,

AS IF YOU'RE CURTSEYING IN SUPPLICATION

AND SUBORDINATION,

UNTIL YOU CAN JUST SLIP OFF YOUR SHOE,

AND BATTER THE FUCKER ON THE FACE!

AND THEN RUN!

WITH ONLY ONE SHOE? I KNOW,

ITS NOT VERY GRACEFUL WHEN YOU'RE IN HEELS, BUT HEY,

SURVIVAL IS THE ULTIMATE GLAMOR, I SAY.

UH, OKAY.

RIGHT, BALL THE FIST UP.

DON'T TUCK THE THUMB INSIDE, YOU DON'T WANT TO BREAK IT.

YOU WANNA PICTURE WHOEVER RELEASES YOUR ANGER, YEAH?

A MUGGER.

A HOMOPHOBE.

ABUSIVE EX.

[SCREAM]

SCHOOL BULLY.

TEACHER.

BASTARD! KEVAN?

BASTARD, BASTARD,

FUCKING FUCKING BASTARD BASTARD!

OKAY, OKAY, GOOD GOOD GOOD GOOD!

GOOD, JUST, UM,

TAKE A BREATH.

YOU ALL RIGHT?

I'M FINE,

THIS CUNT'S DEAD THOUGH, DEAD!

FUCKING DEAD!

NASTY, DIRTY, HOMOPHOBIC CUNT!

ALL RIGHT. FUCKING CUNT!

NASTY FUCKING CUNT!

BASTARD, BASTARD...

[SOBS]

BASTARD.

HEY, HEY HEY HEY, HEY HEY.

EVERYONE, JUST KEEP GOING,

JUST HAVE FUN WITH IT, YEAH?

KEVAN, WHAT'S GOING ON?

WHAT'S GOING ON?

YOU'RE GONNA STAND THERE, WITH ORLY RIGHT THERE

AND ASK ME WHAT'S GOING ON?

WE'RE BEING MASSACRED!

SHIT.

I'M SORRY.

IT'S JUST, KNOWING THEY GET RELEASED SOON,

AND THERE'S YOU, SO FUCKING STAUNCH.

I DON'T KNOW WHETHER I'M PISSED OFF WITH YOU

OR IN AWE.

MAYBE I JUST NEED A BOYFRIEND.

WELL, I CAN RECOMMEND THAT.

I SUPPOSE WE'RE BOTH A BIT OUT OF PRACTICE, EH?

MAYBE WE COULD HELP EACH OTHER OUT?

MAYBE, GO OUT ?

WE COULD CHECK OUT THE BABES DOWN AT BARCODE,

HAVE A DRINK, HAVE A FLIRT.

JUST A LITTLE DATE-ETTE?

A DATE-ETTE?

NO RUSH.

MAYBE BEFORE THE PICKET THIS SUMMER.

HEY, WHAT IS THAT ORLY'S LISTENING TO?

JUST SOME RANDOM TRACKS I DOWNLOADED FOR HIM.

J.J., FUCKIN' RAGGAMAN?

DON'T TELL DANIEL, YEAH?

HOW CAN YOU STILL LOVE THAT MUSIC,

AFTER ALL IT'S DONE?

IT'S NOT THE MUSIC--

IF IT'S NOT THE MUSIC, THEN WHAT IS IT?

I DON'T KNOW.

ALL I KNOW IS ORLY LOVES IT.

OF COURSE ORLY LOVES IT.

ORLY LOVES EVERYTHING!

[EGGY] YO!

V!

V, MAN!

[VENOM] EGGY, WHATTUP?

WHATTUP YOU, CUZ?

YOU COOL?

I'M COOL, CUZ.

I'M STILL TRYING TO GET US

PUT IN THE SAME CELL WHEN YOU GET OUTTA THE HOLE,

BUT BABYLON JUST COLD.

MUTHAFUCKAS!

EGGY, YOU GONNA WAKE YOUR CELLMATE AND THAT?

MY CELLMATE'S WELL SLEEPING.

CAN'T YOU HEAR HIM SNORING?

HE SOUND LIKE A VACUUM CLEANER, LISTEN!

[SNORING]

[VENOM] CRAZY BLACK BASTARD.

HOW'D WE END UP HERE, CUZ?

CAUGHT UP IN ALL THIS RAGGA BUSINESS?

WE AIN'T EVEN JAMAICANS, MAN.

ALWAYS TRYING TO KEEP UP WITH THE WINDIANS.

AIN'T WE THE REAL AFRICANS, THOUGH?

IT ALL STARTED WITH US, AND HERE'S US TRYING TO HANG.

STRAINING TO CHAT LIKE THEM FROM THEIR TINY ISLAND.

DON'T DO THAT, MAN.

WE NEVER DO THAT, WE NEVER TURN ON OUR OWN.

EVERY BLACK MAN IS A BROTHER.

WHAT ABOUT COPPERS?

AND QUEERS?

THEY FORFEIT THEIR BLACKNESS.

AND IT'S IN THE BIBLE, AIN'T IT MAN?

THOU SHALT NOT...

SOMETHING.

I DON'T KNOW, MAN.

I SWEAR.

MARQUIS, MAN.

WE JUST HAVE TO BE STRONG, AND HOLD ON.

WE AIN'T IN HERE FOREVER, WE CAN COME THROUGH.

YEAH, MAN, WE CAN COME THROUGH.

STAY STRONG, AFRICAN MAN!

STAY STRONG.

COME THROUGH.

[KKK] I TRIED HATING YOU,

DISMISSING YOU,

DEMONIZING YOU.

BUT YOU'D TAKEN OVER A ROOM IN MY BRAIN,

AND WAS HOLDING A PART OF ME HOSTAGE.

SO I GAVE IN AND WRIT YOU.

I NEVER THOUGHT IN A MILLION YEARS

YOU'D ACTUALLY COME.

SO, YOU'RE NOT GONNA ASK ME TO BAKE YOU A CAKE

WITH A FILE IN IT?

SHOW YOU MY TITS WHILE YOU WANK FURTIVELY?

WELL, I'M DISAPPOINTED.

I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO BEING OUTRAGED.

SO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THEM THINGS IN HERE.

I AIN'T IN THERE.

NO, YOU'RE OUT THERE,

JUDGING ME.

WELL, THANKS FOR COMING, YEAH?

FUCKING BITCH.

YOU'RE WELCOME.

YEAH, GWAN, RUN,

LIKE EVERYONE ELSE RUN.

RUN FROM THE DEVIL, GWAN,

RUN FROM YOUR SHAME.

THE SHAME YOU FEEL WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME.

ANOTHER BLACK MAN IN JAIL.

ANOTHER BLACK MAN BRINGING DOWN THE RACE.

ANOTHER BLACK MAN WITH NO SHAME.

I ATTACKED SOMEONE.

HURT 'EM BAD.

BRAIN DAMAGE.

WHY?

HE WAS GAY, HE WAS WHITE,

HE WAS THERE.

I DISGUST YOU, INNIT?

YOU HATE ME.

I DON'T KNOW.

DID YOU HATE HIM?

I DIDN'T KNOW HIM.

ACTUALLY, YEAH, I MEAN WHAT, LIKE,

MAN AND MAN TOGETHER, I MEAN,

JUST, IT AIN'T RIGHT, THAT'S IN THE BIBLE.

YOU KNOW THE BIBLE WELL, THEN, DO YOU?

I KNOW THAT PART.

YOU A CHRISTIAN, THEN? THAT'S HOW I WAS RAISED.

FINALLY, SOMETHING IN COMMON.

I'M A BIT OF A JESUS FAN, ME.

"IF THINE EYE OFFEND THEE, PLUCK IT OUT."

"JUDGE NOT, LEST YE BE JUDGED."

NOT A WORD ABOUT HOMOSEXUALITY, FUNNILY ENOUGH AS I RECALL,

EXCEPT MAYBE "BLESSED ARE THEY

THAT ARE PERSECUTED FOR RIGHTEOUSNESS SAKE."

GAYS AIN'T PERSECUTED, THEY'RE PROMOTED.

THE TV'S SCREAMING LIKE "BE GAY, BE FUNNY!"

GIVIN' STRAIGHT MEN MAKE-OVERS

LIKE WE CAN'T DRESS OURSELVES!

SO WHAT IF EVERYONE WAS GAY?

THE HUMAN RACE WOULD DIE OUT, INNIT?

I MEAN, IT'S OUR PURPOSE TO BREED.

OUR IMPERATIVE.

HOW MANY KIDS YOU GOT?

FOUR.

DON'T THINK THERE'S MUCH CHANCE

OF THE HUMAN RACE DYING OUT WITH YOU AROUND, MATE.

YOU AIN'T GONNA CONVINCE ME THAT IT'S COOL AND DANDY

FOR ONE MAN TO KISS UPON THE NEXT MAN

LIKE IT'S NATURAL, OKAY, 'CAUSE YOU KNOW IT AIN'T.

WHAT'S NATURAL?

THIS PLASTIC CHAIR WE'RE SITTING ON?

THE FOOD WE EAT? SHAVING?

TAMPONS? LASER SURGERY?

CARS?

I'VE SEEN YOU AROUND IN YOUR TRACKSUIT.

THERE'S NOT A NATURAL FIBRE IN SIGHT.

IT ALL HAS TO COME FROM NATURE IN THE BEGINNING, THOUGH,

DON'T IT?

LIKE WHAT, PLASTIC, NYLON,

IT ALL HAS TO COME FROM SOMEWHERE

BEFORE IT'S REFINED, YEAH?

SO IT'S ALL NATURAL, YEAH?

YOU THINK YOU'RE WELL CLEVERER 'N ME, INNIT?

WELL LOOK, THIS CHI-CHI MAN, HE WEREN'T NATURAL.

ALL RIGHT, HIM ACT LIKE A GYAL.

AND YOU DON'T LIKE GIRLS?

NOW YOU'RE JUST TALKING STUPID.

ALL RIGHT, YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING.

MAN IS MAN, WOMAN IS WOMAN.

THAT'S HOW THE SYSTEM WORKS.

I MEAN, YOU WANT YOUR MAN TO BE A MAN, DON'T YOU?

I WANT EVERYONE TO BE THEMSELVES.

WELL, I'M A MAN WHO DON'T LIKE QUEERS.

THAT'S ME.

WHAT?

YOU WANT ME TO APOLOGISE?

DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO BE ME?

TO BE A MAN IN THIS WORLD, IN THIS LIFE?

A BLACK MAN? YOU DON'T KNOW.

YOU CAN'T KNOW.

BLACK WOMAN'S PAIN...

DON'T EVEN COMPARE, YOU HEAR ME?

I'M NOT QUALIFIED TO COMPARE. WELL, I AM.

OH REALLY? YEAH REALLY.

NUFF SPARE TIME IN DIS HERE PLACE, YUNNO.

I BEEN READING, RESEARCHING.

BLACK WOMEN.

FOUR TIMES MORE EMPLOYED.

FIVE TIMES MORE LIKELY TO DO WELL IN SCHOOL.

NINE TIMES LESS LIKELY TO END UP IN JAIL.

AND SO BLACK WOMAN SHOULD APOLOGIZE

FOR BLACK MAN'S FAILURE IN THE SYSTEM?

SHE SHOULD BE AWARE OF HOW THE SHITSTEM

IS FAILING HER MAN.

SHE SHOULD GET IT.

SHE SHOULD SUPPORT HER SOLDIER.

SOLDIER?

THIS IS A WAR, WOMAN!

AND YOU WANT ME TO INDULGE

IN SOME WHITE BOY'S PRIVILEGE TO BE SOFT?

HE WAS THERE, ALL UP IN OUR CLUB.

UP IN OUR MUSIC, UP IN OUR FACE,

WHAT DID HE EXPECT?

A KISS AND A CUDDLE?

OR WHAT HE GOT?

SO, THAT'S WHAT YOU'VE BROUGHT ME HERE TO TELL ME?

THAT YOU'VE GOT NO SOFT SIDE?

YOU WHAT?

NO GENTLE SIDE, NO GRACEFUL SIDE,

NO ELEGANCE YEARNING IN YOU?

WHAT THE FUCK YOU TALKING 'BOUT? ARE YOU...

JUST A WALL OF MAN WITH NO WAY IN,

NO KEYHOLE OF TENDERNESS ANYWHERE?

WHAT YOU TRYING HERE, GYAL?

YOU TRYING TO MESS WITH A BROTHA'S MIND?

I DON'T KNOW.

IS THAT WHY I'M HERE?

TIME!

TIME'S UP.

ALREADY.

MUTHAFUCKAS DON'T GIVE YOU NUTTIN'.

OKAY.

YOU AIN'T COMING AGAIN?

YOU AIN'T INVITING ME?

I AIN'T NEVER HAD A...

TALK LIKE THIS BEFORE.

UM...

PROB'LY YOU WENT COLLEGE, YEAH?

SO CONVERSATION'S LIKE NORMAL.

TRUST ME, THIS IS ALL BRAND NEW.

SO, NEXT MONTH?

IF I TRY AND COME UP WITH A LITTLE SUMP'IN TO SHOW YOU?

LIKE ON THE...

FEMININE SIDE?

HOW COULD A GIRL RESIST?

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

I'LL WORK ON IT.

YO.

'SUP.

HEY THERE MAN, YA ALL RIGHT?

WHITE BOY.

[SOBS]

WAS IT THE MUSIC?

YOU HAD ME AT HELLO.

WAS IT THE MUSIC THAT MADE YOU DO IT?

DID YOU CHANT LYRICS

WHILE YOU BEAT HIS BRAINS OUT?

WAS IT CHURCH?

DID THE PREACHER INSPIRE YOU TO DESPISE PEOPLE

WHO FALL IN LOVE WITHOUT YOUR PERMISSION?

DID YOU LEARN IT IN SCHOOL?

IN THE PLAYGROUND? AT HOME?

WHERE DOES IT ALL COME FROM?

THE LAWS IN JAMAICA AND AFRICA?

BRAINWASHING YOU?

WHERE DOES THE RAGE AT MEN LOVING MEN BEGIN?

OR DID SOMEONE JUST...

JUST COME OUT OF NOWHERE AND CRUSH YOUR LIFE UNDERFOOT

WHEN YOU WEREN'T LOOKING?

SHOULD I BE IN THE HATE ALREADY?

SEE, I-- I ENVY YOU.

I WANT TO FEEL NOTHING JUST LIKE YOU DO.

I WANNA... I WANNA LAUGH

ABOUT YOU BEING IN HERE JUST LIKE YOU DO.

I WANT TO HATE.

BUT I CAN'T.

[ORLY LAUGHING]

[CONTINUES]

[J.J.] THIS IS ORLY.

I'M AN AIRPLANE!

EVERYONE'S SO SAD.

NO! DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!

LEAVE MY BOY, YEAH? I'M SORRY, J.J.

I JUST WANTED TO GIVE HIM A CUDDLE. I KNOW,

BABY, IT'S COOL.

[J.J.] SAM, PLEASE. COME AWAY

FROM THE BAD MEN, LOVELY.

SO THIS IS YOUR SECRET WEAPON, IS IT?

THE SPASTIC AND HIS MAMMY?

AN WHO YOU CALLIN' MAMMY, BWOY?

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING BWOY, MAMMY?

[SMACKS LIPS]

JUST WANTED YOU TO MEET ORLY.

BULLSHIT.

YOU WANTED TO FUCK US UP, AND YOU

BROUGHT AUNT JEMIMA HERE TO PROVE

YOU AIN'T A RACIST!

WELL, I GOT NEWS FOR YOU, WHITE BOY.

THAT AIN'T BLACK, THAT'S A FUCKING COCONUT!

[SAM] OH, SING US ANOTHER SONG

WHILE YOU'RE ON THE CHAIN-GANG.

THAT ONE IS TOO TIRED.

I'M A COCONUT BECAUSE I'M GAY?

BECAUSE YOU'RE A TRAITOR TO YOUR RACE.

LOOK AT YOU.

I BET YOUR DADDY'S WELL PROUD OF YOU, INNIT?

AND I BET YOUR MAMMA'S WELL PROUD OF YOU,

PRISONER EIGHT SIX SIX SIX ONE ZERO, INNIT?

WHAT IS IT YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW?

WHY THIS DID HAPPEN TO YOU?

THE NIGGALOVER?

WHY DO NIGGAS HATE NIGGALOVERS?

WHY DO NIGGAS HATE QUEERS?

WHY DO NIGGAS HATE EVERYONE, EVEN OTHER NIGGAS?

BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT NIGGAS DO.

NIGGAS HATE.

NOT ALL, MAN. ALL!

NOT ALL BLACK PEOPLE ARE NIGGAS.

SEE, WHITE BOY,

THAT'S WHAT YOU AIN'T BEEN GETTING.

EVERYONE'S A NIGGA.

EVERY LAST ONE OF US.

AIN'T YOU?

WHY DID YOU WANNA BE AN EMCEE?

ALL THE WAY OUT THERE IN COW COUNTRY?

BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO BE A NIGGA?

OR BECAUSE YOU KNEW YOU WERE ONE?

WHAT IS IT YOU RELATED TO?

THE PASSION?

THE RAGE FOR HOW FUCKED UP AND UNEVEN AND UNFAIR

THIS WORLD IS?

YOU COME IN HERE TALKING, "I WANNA FEEL THE HATE."

YOU ALREADY FEEL IT.

WE ALL FEEL IT.

WE'RE ALL NIGGAS, AND WE ALL HATE QUEERS,

INCLUDING YOU.

ME?

YES, YOU.

YEAH, YOU.

[EGGY] AIN'T YOU HERE IN HERE WITH ALL OF US?

UNDER THE SAME LAWS? UNDER THE SAME RELIGIONS?

[SAM] YOU WATCH YOUR HANDS IN CONVERSATION,

AND YOU WONDER HOW GAY YOU LOOK.

YOU BUILD UP AN ARMOR OF MUSCLES, LIKE A BILLBOARD

THAT ADVERTISES YOUR MASCULINITY,

AND STILL YOU WONDER WHAT EARTHLY USE YOU ARE

IF YOU DON'T PROCREATE.

YOU WONDER WHAT IT IS THAT MADE YOU QUEER.

WAS YOU BORN LIKE IT?

OR DID YOUR MOTHER ROCK YOU WRONG IN THE CRADLE,

OR HAVE YOU GOT A WOMAN'S BRAIN IN A MAN'S BODY?

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?

WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU?

YOU MARCH, AND YOU CHANT, AND YOU LAUGH IN THE FACE

OF THOSE WHO SPIT AND SHIT ON YOU AND TELL YOURSELF

YOU CAN BE GAY AND PROUD AND STILL BE A MAN.

YOU CAN BE BLACK IN THIS WORLD AND STILL BE A MAN.

BUT THEN THERE'S THE DOUBT

THERE'S YOUR HATE.

AND THERE'S YOUR NIGGA.

TRYING TO BE A MAN IN A WORLD THAT SAYS YOU CAN'T.

TRYING TO BE HERE IN A WORLD THAT SAYS YOU AIN'T.

AND THE BEST YOU MANAGE IS TO BE IS A--

CARTOON.

[EGGY] YES.

IT'S THE MUSIC.

AND THE PREACHER, AND THE PLAYGROUND,

AND THE PARENTS, AND YEAH, THEM LAWS

THAT WAS PUT IN PLACE BACK IN THE DAY

BY THE BRITISH EMPIRE.

THE SAME LAWS THAT WAS IN PLACE

INNA DIS 'ERE COUNTRY NOT SO LONG AGO.

IT'S ALL OF THAT, AND MORE.

THERE AIN'T ONE REASON WHY NIGGAS HATE QUEERS.

THERE IS EVERY REASON.

'CAUSE WE'RE ALL QUEERS.

WE'RE ALL NIGGAS.

STRUGGLING TO BE MEN.

UNABLE TO HANDLE YOU, AND YOUR BOY THERE FUCKING.

FORGET THE MEN LOVIN' MEN BULLSHIT.

IT'S THE FUCKING.

THAT'S THE MIND FUCK.

MEN GETTING

FUCKED!

TOO CLOSE TO THE SITUATION

A NIGGA IS LIVING.

BUT CAN YOU FEEL ME...

NIGGA?

I FEEL YOU,

NIGGA.

THANKS.

FOR WHAT?

HELPING YOU FIND YOUR HATE?

FOR HELPING ME FIND MY TRUTH.

THAT HATE IS WEAKNESS.

AND LOVERS CAN'T AFFORD TO BE WEAK.

"THESE ARE THE WORDS OF MY MASTER,

"KEEP ON TELLING ME, NO WEAK HEARTS SHALL PROSPER.

AND WHOSOEVER SHALL DIGGETH A PIT SHALL--

FALL IN IT.

SHALL BURY IN IT.

SO, YOU KNOW YOUR MARLEY.

HE'S MY PROPHET, MAN.

"I DON'T FEAR THEIR HUMILIATION,

"JUST TO PROVE MY DETERMINATION,

"I DON'T YIELD TO TEMPTATION.

"I HAVEN'T LEARNED MY LESSON IN REVELATION.

"THE ROAD OF LIFE IS ROCKY,

"AND YOU MAY STUMBLE TOO,

"AND WHILE YOU POINT YOUR FINGER,

"SOMEONE ELSE IS JUDGING YOU.

"WOULD YOU LET THE SYSTEM LET YOU KILL YOUR BROTHER MAN?

"NO, DREAD, NO.

"WELL, THE BIGGEST MAN I EVER DID SEE...

"WAS--

"A BABY."

WE GOIN' A HELL, INNIT MAN?

HUSH, MAN.

WE'RE ALREADY THERE, INNIT?

WE'VE ALREADY GONE.

"LET THEM ALL PASS THEIR DIRTY REMARKS.

"THERE'S ONLY ONE THING I'D REALLY LIKE TO ARX.

"IS THERE A PLACE FOR THE HOPELESS SINNER,

"WHO HAS HURT MANKIND JUST TO SAVE HIS OWN?"

CUZ, CUZ, CUZ, CUZ, HUSH.

OH FUCK, MAN.

WE'RE THERE, MAN.

BURNING FOR SURE.

FOR SURE.

LOST.

LOST.

OUR SOULS IS LOST.

[VENOM SOBS]

HIT ME.

HIT ME.

WE GOTTA DO SOMETHING INNIT?

WE GOT TO MOVE ON,

OR DIE OR SUMMINK.

I WANNA FEEL, WHASSIT, REMORSE.

AND YOU WANT VENGEANCE, DON'T YOU?

SO JUST HIT ME, FOR ALL OF US.

I AIN'T GONNA HIT YOU, MAN.

BUT THANKS FOR ASKING.

WELL, IF YOU EVER CHANGE YOUR MIND,

YOU KNOW WHERE I AM.

IF YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT MUSIC,

MARLEY, WHATEVER,

THAT'S COOL.

COOL?

IT'S COOL.

[KARISMA] THIS WAS TAKEN A WEEK

BEFORE HE KILLED HER.

WITH HIS BARE HANDS.

SHE WAS GETTING TEXTS FROM A MAN AT WORK,

AND HE THOUGHT SHE WAS ENCOURAGING HIM.

BY THE TIME I CAME HOME AND FOUND 'EM,

HE'D HUNG HIMSELF.

NOW YOU TELL ME YOU'RE QUALIFIED

TO JUDGE A BLACK WOMAN'S PAIN.

DON'T WORRY, I'M NOT GOING TO CRY.

I'M SORRY. NO, YOU'RE NOT.

YOU DON'T KNOW THEM. I KNOW YOU.

NO, YOU DON'T.

I WANT TO.

AND...

I WANT TO BE SORRY.

I'M READY TO BE SORRY.

SEE, I BEEN THINKING.

THINKING?

WHAT NEXT, FEELING?

ABOUT MY FEMININE SIDE.

DO YOU WANNA SEE IT?

GO ON THEN, SEEING AS I'M HERE.

[GASPS, LAUGHTER]

WHY, MISS JONES, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL.

WHERE'D YOU GET THEM?

AGENT PROVOCATEUR?

I BOUGHT THEM ON EBAY.

GOD BLESS THE INTERNET.

SO, THAT GOOD AM I?

ONE VISIT, AND YOU'RE CONVERTED

FROM LAGER LOUT TO LADY-BOY?

NO WONDER I CAN'T KEEP A MAN.

I HAD THESE BEFORE YOU.

OH?

IT'S THE THINKING THAT'S NEW.

NOT THE FEELING.

AND ALL DOWN TO YOU.

AND I'VE BEEN LISTENING, STUDYING.

YOU CAN CRY IF YOU WANT.

FOR YOUR PARENTS.

I'LL KNOW WHAT TO DO.

WELL, I CAN'T HOLD YOU.

NOT IN HERE.

BUT I'LL WANT TO.

I WON'T LET YOU CRY ALONE.

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SOLDIER?

HE FOUND SOMETHING NEW TO FIGHT FOR.

YOU REALLY HAVE BEEN STUDYING.

AND LEARNING.

WE ARE ALL NIGGERS, AND WE'RE ALL QUEERS!

[KARISMA LAUGHS]

NOW I'D WEAR THAT T-SHIRT.

GYAL, YOU SOMETHING ELSE, YOU KNOW THAT?

ALWAYS GOT A LINE.

AND YOU'VE GOT A PRETTY SMILE.

SO, UHM...

YOU AIN'T GOT NO MAN?

ALL THE BEST MEN ARE QUEER.

[CAR HORN] [J.J.] ONE MINUTE, YEAH?

ORLY!

I'M DOING WEE-WEE!

HE'S DOING A WEE-WEE.

HE DOES THAT A LOT. WE KNOW.

SO YOU'VE GOT A COUPLE OF CHANGES OF CLOTHES,

IN CASE, YEAH, AND YOU'VE GOT BOTH MY MOBILE NUMBERS?

[EGGY] COOL, BLOOD.

I'VE GOT A KID MYSELF, TAKE HER OUT EVERY THURSDAY.

I KNOW THE RUNNINGS, MAN.

[ORLY] MARKY!

MARKY!

MARKY MARK!

MARQUIS, ORLY.

MARQUIS.

DID YOU FLUSH? COME AND CHECK OUT

THIS POO FIRST, IT'S THIS BIG!

LEAD ME TO IT, MAN.

CAN'T WAIT. COME ON,

BEFORE IT SINKS!

ALL RIGHT, ORLY?

J.J., ME AND MARKY ARE BUSY.

HOW ABOUT MY GOODBYE KISS?

NO HUG?

I HAVEN'T WASHED MY HANDS.

I LOVE YOU! I KNOW.

YOU'RE ON SPEED-DIAL, NOW GWAN, ENJOY.

LATERS.

[TOILET FLUSHES]

[EGGY GROANS]

[CAR RADIO] ♪ BOOM GO A GAT...

♪ GWAN PULL THE TRIGGA...

♪ CHI-CHI MAN DIE, CHI-CHI MAN DIE ♪

I SHOULD HAVE SAID SOMETHING.

NEXT TIME.

YEAH, NEXT TIME THE WHITE BOY'LL TELL

THE BLACK MAN WHAT TO PLAY IN HIS OWN CAR.

DO YOU HAVE TO BE BLACK TO HAVE A VOICE, THEN?

IM SORRY, THIS IS A SHIT DATETTE.

IT'S FINE.

IT'S SHIT.

I SHOULDN'T EVEN BE HERE.

YOU DESERVE BETTER.

I DON'T THINK YOU REALLY ARE HERE, ANYWAY.

I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE FUCK I AM.

IF I WAS BLACK, WOULD YOU BE HERE?

WHAT?

WOULD YOU LOVE ME THEN, NO MATTER WHAT I DID?

KEVAN.

WE'RE LATE.

[VENOM] ORLY.

ORLY!

[EGGY] ORLY!

PIC-N-MIX.

POPCORN, PLEASE.

YOU SAID YOU WANTED PIC-N-MIX!

POPCORN, PLEASE.

BITCH, GIVE ME A POPCORN.

PLEASE.

PLEASE.

THE FUCK YOU GRINNING AT?

YOU'D BETTER PRAY HE DON'T PISS HIS SELF.

THAT'S YOUR DEPARTMENT.

ME? YOU THE ONE WITH THE KID.

YEAH, WELL, HE AIN'T MY KID.

I DON'T HARDLY TOUCH HER.

I AIN'T GONNA BE WIPING SWEET BOY'S ARSE, AM I?

YOU DON'T TOUCH YOUR KID, MAN?

YOUR DADDY TOUCH YOU?

ME NEITHER,

AND WE TURNED OUT JUST FINE.

I LOVE HER AN' ALL DAT, BUT TOUCHING HER

JUST AIN'T NECESSARY.

FUCK THIS, MAN.

WHY YOU STRESSING ME?

I THOUGHT WE COME OUT OF PRISON, STILL.

TAKES MORE THAN A KEY, CUZ.

IF YOU DON'T WANT TO DO THIS, THEN WHY WE HERE?

SO YOU DON'T GO TO HELL.

A-HA. A-HA.

BITCH, WHERE'S THAT POPCORN?

MUSIC NOT MURDER.

RAGGA NOT RAGE.

[SAM] SORRY I'M LATE!

OH, IT'S OKAY, YOU'RE HERE!

OH, YOU'RE HERE.

HOW'S IT BEEN GOING?

OH, COOL.

WICKED.

SAFE.

WELL, WHAT'S THAT?

OH, NO, IT'S--

AAH! OH MY GOD!

AAH! OH MY GOD!

OH MY--

MUSIC, NOT MURDER.

BEATS, NOT BEATINGS.

[BOTH] MUSIC, NOT MURDER.

RAGGA, NOT RAGE.

MUSIC, NOT MURDER.

BEATS, NOT BEATINGS.

MUSIC, NOT MURDER.

[KEVAN] MUSIC, NOT MURDER!

RHYMES, NOT CRIMES!

HI.

HI.

MUSIC, NOT MURDER, TRACKS, NOT ATTACKS!

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

ALL RIGHT?

OH, I'M GREAT.

JUST WICKED.

NO FUCKING BOYFRIEND, NO FUCKING LIFE,

BUT HEY, NO BRAIN DAMAGE!

OKAY?

I'M DOWNRIGHT LUCKY!

MUSIC, NOT MURDER.

VERSES, NOT HEARSES!

J.J., EXCELLENT! HEY.

EACH ONE, TEACH ONE, COOL?

COOL.

HEY, I'M GONNA CHECK BACK AT HIS PLACE, YEAH?

YOU JUST KEEP LOOKING, YOU GET ME BRUV?

HEY, OI, EGGY!

I'M GONNA TRY THE PARK.

[EGGY] ALRIGHT MAN,

YOU KEEP SEARCHING, YEAH?

OH NO, EGGY!

[J.J.] EGGY!

EGGY, MAN!

J.J.!

HOW'S IT GOING, YOU ALRIGHT?

GOOD TO SEE YOU, MAN.

HEY, WHERE'S VENOM AND...

HEY, HEY, WHERE'S ORLY?

J.J., BRUV, IT'S COOL--

WHERE'S ORLY, YOU MURDERING BASTARDS?

[EGGY] J.J., J.J.!

ORLY!

J.J., LOOK AT ME,

LOOK AT ME, LOOK.

ORLY IS FINE, HE'S HERE SOMEWHERE.

J.J., WE'LL FIND HIM,

IT'S COOL.

IT'S COOL.

SORRY!

HELLO!

[VENOM] ORLY, MY BROTHER!

WHERE THE FUCK, MAN?

[ORLY] WHAT'S UP, BREDREN!

HOW YOU BEEN, MAN?

SURVIVING.

YOU LOOKING AFTER HIM, THEN?

FOR J.J., YEAH.

THAT'S GOOD, MAN.

THAT'S GOOD.

[VENOM] SEE YOU AROUND, MAN?

PEACE.

PEACE OUT, MY NIGGA!

FUCK'S SAKE!

BREDREN!

YEAH, FAIRY BOY, LET'S GO YEAH!

[KEVAN] OY!

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?

WONDERING WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE.

I'M HIS FRIEND, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?

COME ON, ORLY. WHO THE FUCK AM I?

JUST THE NIGGA WHO'S GONNA HOSPITALIZE YOU, MUTHAFUCKA.

OKAY, DURAN, THERE'S NO NEED FOR THIS.

HE'S RIGHT, EGGY MAN, AIN'T NO NEED TO ESCALATE, ALL RIGHT?

EGGY? FUCKIN' EGGY?

ALL RIGHT, YOU KNOW WHAT, GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS--

KEVAN! OR WHAT?

OR I'M GONNA HAVE TO BE THE MUTHAFUCKA

THAT HOSPITALIZES YOU,

NIGGER.

[GIGGLES]

[EGGY/VENOM] NIGGER?

NIGGER!

N-I-G-G...

E-R!

[SHOUTS] COME ON!

GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT!

YOUR BEST SHOT!

YOU THINK WHITE MEN CAN'T JUMP?

THINK AGAIN, MOTHERFUCKER! IT'S ALL RIGHT, PET.

YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN? YOU GET ME?

TIME, GENTLEMEN.

[GROANS]

[CAR HORN]

SWEETHEART!

[KKK] I KNOW!

[CAR HORN] ONE MINUTE!

ONE MINUTE, MATE!

BABYCAKES, HOW LONG YOU GONNA BE IN THAT BATHROOM?

TAXI'S OUTSIDE!

I KNOW!

BLEEDIN' WOMEN.

POSSESS YOUR SOUL WITH PATIENCE, MAN.

[WIND CHIMES]

BEAUTY TAKES TIME.

KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

OH MY GOD.

DIJON.

ALL IS FORGIVEN.

DIONNE.

TONIGHT, I'M DIONNE.

YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL.

MIND THE LIPS!

[DOOR OPENS]

[FRIENDS WALKING IN]

BATHROOM!

[EGGY] HEY, YOU KNOW HOW LONG

AN AMBULANCE TAKES TO REACH THESE ENDS?

[VENOM] FUCKING HELL, MAN,

IS WHA' YOU HAVE TO HIT HIM SO HARD FOR?

YOU STARTED IT. HEY, YOU GOT

SOME ANGER MANAGEMENT ISSUES.

JUST PUT HIM DOWN.

DANIEL?

FUCK'S SAKE, MAN!

WATER.

BATHROOM.

BATHROOM'S OCCUPIED!

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?

DIONNE'S GIRLFRIEND.

[BOTH] DIONNE?

DIJON, I'M DIJON'S GIRLFRIEND.

HE ONLY JUST COME OUT OF PRISON!

WATER! I'M FINE.

FUCK'S SAKE, MAN, WATER!

KITCHEN, IT'S ONLY UPSTAIRS.

FUCK THAT MAN, DIJON!

[VENOM] OPEN THE DOOR, BLOOD!

LOOK, DIJON! DIJON'S SICK.

OPEN THE DOOR MAN, IT'S ME!

I'LL GO UP AND GET IT.

LORD JESUS CHRIST, BABYLON REACH!

HEY, YOU LOT.

WHASSUP?

WHASSUP?

WHASSUP?

YOU STAND THERE, LOOKING LIKE A

DOWN-LOW J-HO, AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE

TO ARX US WHASSUP?

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN' ON?

NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN YOURSELF, DIJON.

AND WHO THE FUCK IS THIS IRRITATING BITCH,

YOUR BOYFRIEND?

[ORLY] HIS LOVER.

AM I RIGHT? THAT'S YOUR LOVER?

I'M ORLANDO.

SHIT, J.J.!

[KEVAN] J.J., MATE, WHERE ARE YOU?

YOU DO KNOW WHO I AM, YEAH?

YOU KNOW WHAT I'VE DONE?

DO YOU BELIEVE THAT'S WHO YOU ARE?

WHAT YOU'VE DONE?

WHAT ELSE CAN I BE?

HE'S ON HIS WAY.

WELL, WHY NOT DO SOMETHING ELSE?

AND BECOME THAT?

[EGGY] SO WHAT, YOU'RE GAY NOW?

NO, BLOOD, I AIN'T GAY.

TRUST ME, HE AIN'T GAY.

TRUST YOU?

YOU TURNED HIM INTO A WOMAN!

I AIN'T TRYING TO BE A WOMAN, BREDREN.

CAN'T CALL ME BREDREN DRESSED LIKE THAT, MAN!

[CAR HORN] I BETTER PAY

THAT TAXI OFF.

WE WERE GOING TO A BALL.

[LAUGHS]

A BALL?

OKAY, CINDERFELLA, HELP ME UNDERSTAND, YEAH?

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?

AIN'T YOU GOT A FEMININE SIDE?

IF I HAVE, IT DON'T LOOK LIKE THAT.

WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE?

A LADY TRUCK DRIVER, PROBABLY.

FUCK OFF, THAT'S HIS JOB.

I DUNNO, DO I?

IT LOOKS LIKE LOVE. LIKE WHAT?

HE SAYS IT LOOKS LIKE LOVE, CUZ.

YOU LOT JUST COME AWAY FROM ME, MAN?

YOU ALL JUST TOO DAMN SISSY, MAN!

SO WHAT IF IT LOOKS LIKE A LADY TRUCK DRIVER?

A LADY'S A LADY, INNIT? HEY,

YOU STAY OUT OF IT, YOU GET ME?

YOU ALRIGHT, DREAD?

YOU AIN'T CONCUSSED OR NUTTIN, ARE YOU?

OH, I'M FINE, THANKS.

OH, MAN!

ORLY?

J.J.?

ORLY.

WHERE'VE YOU BEEN, RUDE BOY?

LOOKING FOR YOU, ORLY.

THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME, ISN'T THERE?

THERE AIN'T NOTHING WRONG WITH YOU.

YOU'RE PERFECT.

OH MAN!

OH MAN, THAT AIN'T RIGHT.

THAT SHIT AIN'T RIGHT.

[ORLY GRUNTS]

HE PUT HIS TONGUE IN MY MOUTH!

ORLY?

J.J. KISSES BOYS!

J.J. KISSES BOYS!

NO, ORLY, ONLY YOU.

IT'S ALRIGHT,

WE WON'T TELL ANYONE,

WILL WE?

J.J. KISSES BOYS.

[ORLY] WOW,

WHOSE ARE ALL THESE RECORDS?

YO, LET ME, YEAH?

[RAGGA PLAYS]

RAGGAMAN!

[MUSIC STOPS]

WHAT'S WRONG?

IT'S RAGGAMAN, ORLY.

HE DOESN'T LIKE US.

WELL,

THEN WE JUST HAVE...

TO LOVE HIM MORE, INNIT?

IT'S TOO DISAPPOINTING, ORLY.

YOU GET INTO THE MUSIC,

AND YOU'RE DANCING HAPPY FOR THAT FIRST MINUTE,

AND THE LYRICS JUST KICK YOU IN THE TEETH.

WELL, BEFORE THE LYRICS,

J.J., THERE'S JUST MUSIC,

AND THE MUSIC'S INNOCENT, ISN'T IT?

MAYBE.

THEN IF WE JUST DANCE...

TO THE MUSIC...

SO ARE WE.

LET'S DANCE, J.J.

JUST FOR A MINUTE, YEAH?

IS WHA'Y'SAY,

STAR?

I SAY...

LYRICS.

♪ LYRIC

♪ OH, DO YOU LOVE ME WHEN I CUT YOUR THROAT DEEP? ♪

♪ OH, WILL YOU LOVE ME WHEN I MAKE YOUR HEART WEEP? ♪

♪ OH, DO YOU LOVE ME WHEN I TREAT YOU POORLY? ♪

♪ OH, DO YOU LOVE ME WHEN I LEAVE YOU LONELY? ♪

♪ OH, DO YOU LOVE ME WHEN I DON'T COMPLAIN? ♪

♪ OH, DO YOU LOVE ME WHEN I BRING YOU DANGER? ♪

♪ OH, DO YOU LOVE ME WHEN I RIP YOU... ♪

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME?

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME NOW?

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME?

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME NOW?

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME?

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME NOW?

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME?

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME

♪ AFTER ALL

♪ I'VE DONE?

♪ HOW CAN YOU EVEN...

♪ BE MY FRIEND?

♪ STILL YOU HOLD ME

♪ IN YOUR ARMS

♪ LIKE YOUR ONLY SON

♪ SO GRACEFULLY

♪ YOU CRADLE

♪ MY DISGRACE

♪ AND WHEN THE FURY STARTS TO RISE ♪

♪ YOU ARE RIGHT HERE BY MY SIDE ♪

♪ AND WHEN THE DEMONS GOT MY HAND ♪

♪ SOMEHOW YOU UNDERSTAND

♪ BUT ONCE AGAIN I BETRAY YOUR TRUST ♪

♪ AND EVERY TENDER HOPE

♪ YOU HOLD WILL RISE

♪ STILL YOU LOVE ME

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME?

♪ HOW COULD I HATE YOU

♪ AFTER ALL WE'VE SHARED

♪ WHY WOULD YOU THINK

♪ THAT I MIGHT

♪ RUN AWAY

♪ WE COME TOGETHER

♪ HUNGRY, HOPEFUL

♪ SCARED

♪ LONG ANGRY NIGHTS

♪ AND ALL THESE

♪ BURIED DEBTS

♪ AND WHEN THE WIND THAT CHILLS MY BONES ♪

♪ YOU ARE THE FIRE IN MY HOME ♪

♪ AND WHEN THE FEVER SEIZES ME ♪

♪ YOUR SONG RELEASES ME

♪ AND WHEN MY ANGEL TURNS AWAY ♪

♪ AND I SURRENDER TO HIM

♪ AND THERE'S LIGHT OF DAY

♪ AND SHAME

♪ STILL YOU LOVE ME

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME?

♪ YEAH!

♪ OH, DO YOU LOVE ME WHEN I CUT YOUR THROAT DEEP? ♪

♪ OH, WILL YOU LOVE ME WHEN I MAKE YOUR HEART WEEP? ♪

♪ OH, DO YOU LOVE ME WHEN I TREAT YOU POORLY? ♪

♪ OH, DO YOU LOVE ME WHEN I LEAVE YOU LONELY? ♪

♪ OH, DO YOU LOVE ME WHEN I DON'T COMPLAIN? ♪

♪ OH, DO YOU LOVE ME WHEN I BRING YOU DANGER? ♪

♪ OH, DO YOU LOVE ME WHEN I RIP YOU...

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME?

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME NOW?

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME?

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME NOW?

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME?

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME NOW?

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME?

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME?

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME?

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME?

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME?

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME?

♪ HOW DO YOU LOVE ME?