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have on your neck, boy.

- What, this one here?

- Yes, man.

Lfyou 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.

Look, do this Blue Peugeot

for us, will you? Complete system.

What the f*** 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.

Lfwe'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 f***-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 ofthis.

- Yeah?

Yeah. Especially for a coon. I don't like

monkeys who get too clever in my garage.

In other words, son, you're

f***ing out. Do you understand?

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?

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?

F*** you.

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 f*** off.

Move your blood claat, man!

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?

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.

Play the tune!

Tannoy ready. You can go now, all right?

Go on.

I show you something, Blue.

You see this cut here? Lfthis

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?

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, ofcourse.

- What else you thieve, Beefy?

Blackboard and chalk? You's one

foolish p*ssy 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 ofthis 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.

You do no such thing,

you hear me? Just get rid of it!

Oi! Turn that off!

I said turn offthe sound!

Boy.

Yeah?

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,

ifyou call that racket music.

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 ofthem.

They come jumping out ofthat 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?

Sambos? WOMAN:
Yeah.

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 ofyourself, 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 f*** off back to your own

countries, you jungle bunnies. And you!

This is my f***ing country, lady,

and it's never been f***ing lovely!

It's always been a f***ing tip

for as long as I can remember.

So don't f***ing tell me, right!

Beefy, Beefy.

- Cool it, Beef.

- It's all right, Beef.

Save that steam for the gym, man.

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.

- I want my hat.

- You ain't going to get it.

- I want my hat.

- No!

You got me into a whole

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