Second Coming Page #2
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cultural sense?
Beyond this useless branding
beyond the stories that keep
feeding us, the common myth
the '70s what a bunch of...
Done with the talk loving New
York for impact on my heart
But let's not pretend that there
was no foundation to this art
Because...
New York pumping 100 watts
before the watts prophets,
last poets and Gil Scott
Before there was jazz
before there was blues
Before
there was cab Calloway
Before the whips and ships
and all the tragedy
You sleepin'?
You asleep?
Mark?
I'm asleep.
Asleep, asleep?
Asleep.
What you sayin'?
You making me look at your back.
Again.
How does it feel?
It's been so long
since you last let me near.
Dad, where's the remote?
Don't know.
Mum, where's the remote?
Ask your dad.
Come and go with me
let's take a long walk
around the park after dark
find a spot for us to spark
Gonna get crumbs.
He's weakening.
I ain't you.
This is the good bit.
Missed the good bit, mark.
I've seen it.
I seen it.
Dad.
Change the looping
of the breaks over
Though corporate, there's
nothing pretty about this make
Don't be crumbing up the bed.
I ain't you.
Here's the good bit.
What?
Come here.
- All right, watch.
- Don't fight over the food.
- That's right.
- Get in, get in!
I'm not the one to sit back and just let
them run me round like that, no way.
- Don't keep adding hours.
- People take liberties all the time.
I told him,
"man, they can't do that."
You all right though?
His mouth's too big, dad.
Gotta speak up.
Not as much as you do,
you don't.
You need to look out for you,
'cause them high-up people, them, they
lookin' after themself, same way.
He's hungry.
Not that hungry, mum. That's
just hoggish behaviors.
Finish your firsts, Jj.
So how come Jax
can't cook like this?
Why are you makin' trouble for?
- Mum taught me all I need to know, yeah?
- Mmm.
Look like she was holdin' something back.
Jj, back me up, son.
Lose-lose either way, boy.
Don't try it.
Hey, and I see that.
Tastes sweeter from your
dad's plate, innit?
- Yes, people.
- Did you lose your keys?
Hi, auntie Sandra.
You all right, Jerome?
Mum, sit down.
You only just sat down.
You leave anythin' for me?
How's school, little man?
- Mark, you cool?
- Mmm, blessed still.
Life all right with you?
Can't complain.
Well, I could. You could.
Still got the habit.
Not as will-powered as you, sis.
Not by the food, Sandra.
How's reception?
- Great. How's welfare?
- I wouldn't know. I'm not on it.
- Neither am I.
- Anymore.
- What is it you doin' now?
- Jackie.
Don't you have no
receptionists where you work?
Or are you too high ups
to know what they do?
Sandra.
Ain't it depressin'
doin' what you do?
Deciding who gets
or you lovin'
playin' judge and jury,
deciding who gets a slice
a the state pie?
I prefer to pick up phones rather
than piss people's lives away.
Sandra. But I would.
White people, innit?
Them young head ones.
She enjoyin' it.
It's only been a few weeks, mum.
That's long, for you.
Almost a career.
Hmm.
Kids.
- They're all right. Drink up.
- Dangerous.
Who'd have 'em?
Why do you have me?
You see what you start now?
Do you see what you start?
Well...
Did you ask me, Jj?
Not at the table.
This conversation
is not at the table!
He's all right. Mum.
Look how he's treated her.
I'm not having it.
Mum, it's got nothing
to do with you.
I'm not having a daughter
of mine... Vincent!
Being treated like that
by the likes of him.
Why don't you
put it down over here?
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Look. Grandma's comin'.
Grandma's comin'.
You're still fallin'
for that old trick, man.
How can it be any worse?
Vincent! Vincent!
What? Mum!
You're breathing.
You look like sh*t, Jax.
Nice. Just tryin' to...
Yeah, don't, yeah?
'Cause your "nice" is rubbish.
You know you're like a sister to me.
Where you goin'?
Bernie, what you doin'?
F*** bein' late. F*** them.
Bernie.
Them work people's
too inna-inna anyway.
Oh. Prisoner.
Great.
You're makin' us late for work.
What's... Drive the car, b.
Nah, Jax, it's like...
It should be me vexed, Jackie.
Right.
What you tell me for, if you
You should be vexed? Draggin'
up my sh*t for no good reason.
No good reason?
I was askin' you...
Do you even know what you wanna do?
I never drag up nothin'...
I was askin' you... even if
you know what you wanna do?
I wasn't draggin' up nothin'.
'Cause otherwise, I'd rather that
I never did know. Drive the car.
From when you did seem so sure.
You said I got time.
it look like you're stallin'.
You should know about leavin' it
till the last minute and stallin'.
You should know all about that.
I'll back my sh*t off, but I
know how hard Jj was to come by.
Don't. And for you
that lost f***in'...
Don't, yeah? Three...
four.
Before him to get him,
I can't not say nothin'.
I done tryin' to be nice,
all tip-toeing around this sh*t.
It don't make no sense, what you're
thinkin' about this one. Start the car.
Look, I'm not tryin'...
Start the car.
And it's for you... i swear to god,
Bernie, I'll drive it my f***in' self.
But if you wanna do what you
wanna do, I'm with you still.
That's for you and with mark and
that, but if you're not sure...
This make no f***in' sense.
- Unless it's not mark's.
- F*** you.
Then what's the problem?
Jackie?
F*** you.
You never...
You f***in' know me, yeah?
Then it no make
no f***in' sense, Jax.
Jackie!
What?
Then either he f***ed you when you
were sleepin', or you goin' nuts.
Start the car.
Or you ain't pregnant.
Or you lyin'.
You don't know nothin'.
Then tell me.
You don't know nothin'.
- Well, then tell me.
- You don't know nothing.
Then tell me.
F***, girl, tell me somethin'.
Just copy them down,
everyone, okay?
And then
I'll explain afterwards.
Careful, Lauryn.
Gently.
Hold on.
Careful.
I gotta go home, Jj.
Jerome.
Jerome.
Jj!
Jerome, what you got? Nothing.
It's sick. What's sick?
This some school thing?
Let me see.
- You'll scare it.
- Scare what?
- Don't scare it.
- Make me see it.
It's nothing.
Out of the house. Mum.
Nah, nah, nah. It's a outside creature,
so take it back where it belong.
I don't want no sick somethin' all
up in my house. You're scaring it.
What part of dirty bird
belong in here?
You'll be broken, boy,
if you don't get that...
Take it and the box it's dyin'
Out me kitchen. You mad? Move.
Boy, done lost the last bit
of sense he got given.
Hmm?
He can stay out there all night,
far as I'm concerned.
You know what he's like.
That half-dead thing
ain't coming in here.
He's gonna stay out there all night.
Good.
He's stubborn.
He's ignorant. Mmm! He's
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