
Bashment Page #5
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- 2010
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[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' 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 WAN TO STAY?
SURE.
YEAH!
I'LL GO AND GE 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 REAC TO A PAIR OF BATTY BOYS.
THEY'RE NOT SUPPOSED
TO KNOW BETTER,
AND YOU ARE.
KEVAN, WE CAN' 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 NO SLAVE-OWNERS.
WE'RE NOT RACISTS.
DOES THAT MEAN WE
HAVE TO BE F***ING PUNCH-BAGS
JUST BECAUSE WE'RE
LIBERAL WHITE QUEERS?
ALL RIGHT, THEY DON' HAVE TO LOVE US BACK
BUT DO THEY:
HAVE TO HATE US?
REMEMBER.
HE WAS WHITE:
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 GE 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
B*TCH YET?
YO, F*** YOU
AND THE DICK:
YOU RODE IN ON, ALL RIGHT?
TWO WHITE MUTHAFUCKERS, MAN.
SH*T MAN,
THAT JUST AIN'T RIGHT!
YEAH, YOU FEELIN' MY PAIN?
JUS' WRONG, BRO!
IS THEM DO THA TO YOUR FACE, BLOOD?
YEAH, THEY SEE ME
COME IN WITH YOU LO 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?
THIS RENDEZVOUS?
AW MAN, YOU GOTTA BE
F***IN' KIDDIN' ME!
WELCOME TO:
'MEET THE VICTIM'!
F*** 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]
AND CURE HIS B*TCH, INNIT?
NAH, MAN.
THE S-WORD.
HE WANTS US TO FEEL
THE S-WORD.
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 FAC 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 THA 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!
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.
HE LOOKS SAD.
WELL, THAT'S MEN FOR YOU.
THEY CAN'T HANDLE COMMITMENT.
'TIL HE SMILES.
YOU HAVE TO WEAR 'IM DOWN.
[ORLY]
EXCUSE ME.
YES?
ORLANDO?
YOU'VE HAD
AN ACCIDENT, LOVE.
OH, YEAH.
[ORLY]
IS IT SUMMER NOW?
I LOVE THE SUMMER,
DON'T I?
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
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.
THAT IF YOUR PARTNER'S ATTACKERS
HAD BEEN JAILED FOR LIFE,
THAT WOULD BE JUSTICE.
IT WOULD NOT.
AS THEY ARE,
THOSE IGNORANT BULLIES
ARE NOT WHAT HAS CAUSED
YOUR UNSPEAKABLE SUFFERING.
OF THE DISEASE:
THAT STRUCK YOUR LOVER DOWN.
I USED TO THINK:
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 BEA OF MY CORRUPTIBLE HEART.
UNTIL I FOUND MYSELF
CHANTING TOO.
BOOM GO A GA IN A BATTY BWOY'S BRAIN
GO ON PULL A TRIGGER
IN A N*GGER BROTHA'S NAME
SEND A CHI-CHI MAN TO HELL
CHI-CHI MAN DIE,
CHI-CHI MAN DIE.
I'VE GOOGLED CHI-CHI
ON THE NET.
TERMITE.
COCKROACH.
VERMIN.
VERMIN.
AND I WAS SINGING ALONG.
AND THEN I LOOKED
TO MY RIGHT.
BOOM GO A GA IN A BATTY BWOY'S BRAIN
COLONISED, INFECTED.
GWAN PULL THE TRIGGA
IN A N*GGER BRUTHA'S NAME
I THINK YOU SHOULD TAKE OU 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,
[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-FOO AND F*** 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--
WHAT'S HE DOING HERE?
I JUST WANTED:
TO HAVE A QUICK WORD.
HOW ABOUT C*NT?
THAT'S A QUICK WORD.
KEVAN.
F***ING C*NT!
KEVAN!
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