Home Again Page #5

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I think we have our winner.

Lady Splitz is the winner...

...the new Dancehall Queen.

For the first time ever!

The crowd has spoken.

Move from me. Go 'round suh.

Go 'round suh!

Lady Splitz! Yeah!

It's a sh*t hole...

I mean, really...

If you can get a job, my

mum can give me a loan.

I don't know, Ev.

But you love me, right?

Then say yes.

Yes.

Everton, no!

SLAP!

Stop it!

No! Me love him!

SLAP!

Everton!

Everton!

No mummy! Stop it! No!

You'll never see him again!

Angela!

Stop!

Everton!

You disgrace!

You shame me!

Stop! Moma no! Stop it!

Everton! Everton! Everton...

Alright.

This is beautiful...

See, this here...

Overstand?

Yeah.

Forwards.

Yes, my Lord.

My youth, once again...

Jah!

Rastafari!

Hey.

Hey.

Oh, Cola Champagne.

Mmhmm.

Oh, man.

Oh... Mi almost forget...

Ras sent somethin' for you.

Thanks.

No problem.

Mmm.

I'm telling you, people in New York.

would line-up around

the block for this.

New York...

New York is special.

I'll do anything to go back.

But, Dunston...

This...

Is the kinda thing that got

you here in the first place.

Looks like you in the same place as me.

You no know me...

You don't know nuttin' 'bout mi life.

You don't know who I am...

Whatagwan brethren?

Yo, man, what's up?

Is it your problem?

It's your problem!

Come...

Use them zinc...

Now go on.

Mr. Jim, please...

I'm so sorry.

Please.

Don't do it, please!

Dawg, come on dawg, come on, dawg...

Dawg this is me, dawg,

dawg, this is me...

Dawg, this is me... We go back, dawg...

No, dawg, don't listen to

him... Don't listen to him, dawg.

WHACK!

Listen to dat, man!

WHACK!

Yeah... Harder.

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

F*** him up.

Harder!

WHACK! WHACK!

Bamba clot, yeah!

WHACK!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Looks like he's done.

Continue.

I'm done.

You done?

YOU DONE?

So you're done, eh?

You done now.

Go on!

CLANG!

There's no way!

Take a seat.

Let's see...

Posession of marijuana

with intent to traffic...

Certainly not original, eh?

Look, I've already told you, I

got it from my mates, alright?

I wasn't trafficking anything.

But, you're the only one

here right now, aren't you?

Now, the drugs we can plea out...

...that still leaves the theft

over for the joyriding.

Oh, come on, really... That's rubish!

I mean, that's Rudy's father's car!

Well, you took his Mercedes

without his consent.

Last time I looked, that's

a crime, Mr. St. Clair.

Mr. Irving, will he have to go to jail?

Well, likely.

Since Mr. St. Clair took it upon himself.

...to fail to appear, twice.

Worst case scenerio? Two years.

No! No way a bit of

weed is worth two years!

Mr. St. Clair...

Please, take a seat. And let me finish.

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