Babylon Page #4

A toast to Sandra and Norvil. Thank you.

Loverboy!

Speech!

I would also like to

lookforward to that day in March

when this lovely couple

walk down the aisle.

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!

Just shut up!

You see them there?

Shut your f***ing row

up, you black bastards!

I'll blow your f***ing legs off! Slags!

- Come on, get the message.

- F***ing spades!

- 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.

Hold him!

- Come on, I want him!

Stop it! Stop it!

Bastard! F***ing jungle bunnies!

- Beefy!

Get out of the f***ing

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.

F***ing hell, man, how many

times you been called that?

- F***ing ignorant people!

- I do know they're ignorant people!

F***ing pig ignorant.

- Beefy, do you want to start a war?

- Yes, man!

Do you want a race war?

Beefy! Listen, Beefy.

Beefy, ifyou 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... Ifthey throw us

out, man, the sound is finished.

Where do we keep the sound,

Beef? Why don't you think?

- In!

Beefy!

Oi!

Get around the other side!

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 offfor, then, eh? What

you run offfor, you little robber?

- I didn't f***ing know who you were.

- Get it right, son. We stopped you.

And you done a runner.

You f***ing 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 ofyour black mob.

Get in.

So how much is

the bail? ESTHER: It's 200.

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.

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.

The police, them do this

and the police, them do that.

I don't believe it,

Esther, I don't believe it!

You don't even

believe your own eyes.

You see the bruises on the boy face?

Thieves and

skankers, all ofthem!

Look after it, right?

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 promoterjob.

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!

You know the first

time I had one ofthese?

- It was a...

A spliff?

That Wembley concert back in

'68, '69. Desmond Dekker and the Aces.

My Boy Lollipop. Who was

that? My Boy Lollipop?

It was Millie Small.

Marcia and Graham?

Not Marcia and

Graham, Bob and Marcia.

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.

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.

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?

- 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.

Been here for hours.

Lfyou 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.

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 ofthem things, man.

What? About what?

- Mugging and that kind ofthing.

- 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 f***ing

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