Original subtitles

[train clacking]

- [woman grunting] - [metal fence clanking]

[objects thud]

[grunts]

[distant small dog barks]

[grunts]

[Cynthia] There it is. Go on, then.

[Samson] One, two, three.

- [both grunt] - [Cynthia] Oh, my God.

- Careful with that. - Oh, don't worry yourself.

Everything is in hand, ya hear?

- [thud] - Hold on, hold on, hold on.

- No, we are there. - Turn it. Turn it.

Turn it the other way, yah know.

- [grunts] Ya good? - Yeah, man, yeah, man. Yeah.

[Cynthia laughs]

[Parker B] Watch it.

Just turn a little.

[Agnes] Food is smelling sweet.

[Skinner] Food not ready yet, Mummy?

Hey! Go about your business!

Gotta lift that.

Boy! Thing heavy!

Where Samson and Lizard, then?

See them there?

[Parker B] Come here, man.

[women in kitchen] ♪ You're as much to blame ♪

♪ 'Cause you know you feel the same ♪

♪ I can see it ♪

♪ In your eyes ♪

[laughs]

♪ 'Cause I got no time ♪

♪ To live this lie ♪

♪ 'Cause I got no time ♪

♪ To play your silly games...

[Lizard] Sammy. Yo, star, where you there?

♪ Silly games ♪♪

- [Agnes] Oh, really? - [all laughing]

[chatter, laughter]

- Just... We good? - Yeah, man.

Good.

Easy, easy, easy.

[telephone ringing]

- Evenin', Mr. Blair. - Happy birthday, young lady!

- You passing later? - Yes, neighbor. Me pass.

- Move, man! - You move!

[Mr. Blair] Good job!

[Agnes] I hear you coming, but you know

you have to pay your shekel like everybody else.

Don't worry about that, sister.

[telephone ringing]

Him not here!

[spits]

[Parker B] Hey, Samson!

See it there?

[Skinner] That weed a-smell sweet, mm.

- Yo, telefonos. - [chatter]

Looks okay.

- Take that. - [Skinner] Yo, Parker.

Have to tape it down.

[Skinner] Yo, take this. Bring this round here.

Wait, wait.

[Parker B] Take it round, sir. Yeah.

[chatter]

Good.

- [♪ loud reggae music playing] - Whaaaw!

Sound big!

[♪ reggae music continues]

- Oh, my... - [♪ turns up music]

[Skinner] Yeah! Oww!

[Samson, through speaker] Audio check. One, two.

The vibes is nice! [laughs]

[Cynthia] ♪ Mm-hm, yeah, hurry up and wait ♪

♪ I stay away all week and still I wait ♪

♪ I've got the blues ♪

♪ Please come see ♪

♪ What your love means to me ♪

♪ Hurry up, hurry up ♪

♪ Hurry up, yeah, and see ♪

♪ What your love means to me ♪

♪ Hurry up, hurry up ♪

[vocalizing]

[laughing] Girl, you gonna get sweaty.

All right.

Yeah, it's too hot already.

- Oh, Lord. - Right.

You got any other lipstick?

Get your own.

You rude! Me do your hair!

- And? - [laughs]

But look upon it. Look...

You're gonna look so beautiful.

Yeah, wine a waist.

♪ An' a wine a waist ♪

[laughs] They're not ready!

Big 17-year-old CeeCee.

- Excuse me? - You go and sit down.

- Let me make you pretty. - Uh-huh.

[chuckles]

[♪ reggae music continues on stereo]

[Samson, over speaker] Shout-out to the wonderful ladies!

[Samson continues, indistinct]

[chuckles] Yah!

- Is where you putting that? - It can't go in the back room?

Oh, boy, leave it! No bother wrap it. You want me fe' dead?

All right, all right, Jesus Christ.

- You look good, you know. - [scoffs]

[♪ reggae music continues on stereo]

[low, indistinct chatter]

[Samson over speaker] All right, check one, two.

Mercury Sound bring the vibes each and every time.

Shout to all the ladies worldwide!

All the girls looking for a man tonight.

[woman chuckling]

[Samson] Bringing the vibe each and every time.

- Parker, B, Parker B, Parker B, - [indistinct comment]

Parker blood seed B!

Yo, nuff respect all massive an all crew, seen.

About to move into outer national selection...

without further objection...

givin' us spiritual protection...

Right! [echoes]

♪ I do love you ♪

♪ Doo doo ♪ [laughs]

♪ Ooh, ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Yes, I do now ♪♪

[footsteps approach]

[Martha] Surprise!

Awoar!

[both laughing]

- You look nice! - Great to see you! You look great!

- Yeah, man. - Thank you. Obviously.

Freedom!

Me never was sure you would make it.

Wait, wait. I think I...

- Me shoe them scuff? - No, man, you're cool.

Uh, don't tell me you climb down drainpipe in them.

No, sir. I throwed 'em out the window, innit.

What you throw them for, you mad?

You want me carry them in me teeth?

See, I knew I should've wore church shoe.

Hmm, you can't wear church shoes to blues dance.

You wanna shame me? Ain't no town hall or somethin' we're goin'.

You have to dress to impress.

No worry yourself about me. Worry about...

- [vehicle approaches] - Bus!

Lord Jesus, Martha, wait!

[chatter]

Wait, mister bus man!

- [man] Ah, princess! - [raucous chatter]

[men whooping]

I'm... I'm embarrassed.

[♪ reggae music playing on boombox]

- [laughing] - That sound like him?

- Yeah, man. - [man] Tickets, please.

Tickets, please.

You have a ticket?

Sorry.

- Mm-hm. - Have a good evening, sir.

[grunts]

[banging screwdriver]

[Patty] ...took myself to the dance.

[both laughing]

When you gonna find yourself a nice new boyfriend?

- No. - Or something.

Come on, shake a leg and do this.

[metallic crack]

[coins rattle]

Me and her.

[Jabba] Hold your money.

It is lovely to have such...

well put-together ladies inna dance.

[women laugh]

Enjoy your night.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Now, money?

[Jabba] Go on. Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy.

Go on. Yes, girl.

[♪ Dennis Brown: "Your Love Is Amazing"]

One two, one two. Ay, yah.

[Samson] ♪ Ding-ah-ling-ah-ling ♪

♪ School bell ah-ring ♪

♪ I man ah dance wid a dread sumting ♪

♪ CeeCee inna dance pure nice sumting ♪

♪ Gracey inna dance pure vibes and...

And I say, happy birthday to the one they call Cynthia!

Nuff loving of CeeCee.

You’re wicked an wile an versatile with pure style!

[crowd whooping]

Mercury Sound bring the vibe each and every time....

sweet like wine you get from grape them swing on vine!

Awoar!

- [Samson] One two! - Beg your pardon, sistren.

- [Patty] You all right? - Yeah.

- You know him? - Left him, man. It's all right.

- Who the leggo beast? - Me nah know.

- You don't know her? - No. You?

You know she family?

[recorded siren wails]

[Samson] Let me know what's goin' on!

Awoar!

[♪ disco music playing]

[Samson] Beautiful ladies far and near,

let the fellas know you're here.

Ay!

From the sounds of Mercury Sound! Whoa!

Coming from Mercury Sound, the one and only.

Let them know what time it is!

- [recorded siren wails] - Yes, yes, yes.

Mercury Sound, the one and only.

I don't think that he's ready for this one!

I don't think that he's ready for this one!

- [new song starts] - [delighted shrieks]

[Samson] Awoar, crowd ah people. Awoar.

I can see you know this one!

[♪ Carl Douglas: "Kung Fu Fighting"]

Everybody doin' it!

And I mean everybody.

Everybody ready?

Yah! Go on!

[Samson] Yes!

Somebody pass me a Red Stripe!

Everybody showin' their moves!

Feel the groove.

Awoar! Huh!

Whoa! Hey! Yes, Martha!

Me see ya!

Jah Rastafari.

For the eye is higher than I. Move on.

Patty, that made me ah sweat.

[both laughing]

[Samson] Everybody is enjoying themselves.

Please somebody send me a drink, my throat is dry.

Don't ask me why.

[new song playing]

Sorry. [laughing]

[singing along] ♪ Why, Mr. Brown...

- [Patty] Me shoes! - [Martha] What are you talking about?

You're just always complaining about your shoes.

[chatter, laughter]

♪ Mr. Brown ♪

[Reggie] ♪ When you see me walkin' down the street...

What am I supposed to do, run?

No, you're supposed to cuddle me up.

Come on, daughter.

Ah, man, can I get the pleasure of your name?

- Patty. - Beg your pardon?

Patty!

Awoar. Beef patty for true.

Excuse me. Do you mind?

Can't even come ah dance without some marga

stick ah Black Jack chat shegries in our ear.

- Do. - Mm-hm. You must be chicken.

Hold on. Beg your pardon.

I'm sorry for the intrusion.

Me friend never mean you no malice or harm.

Him only appreciate how beautiful you look.

Me name Franklyn.

And this... is my key spar, Reggie.

Martha.

- Patty. - Patty.

[both giggle]

Come, come.

Hold on now.

Where your people them come from?

Jamaica. Mile Gully.

Country girl.

Not me.

Born right here so.

Portmore me come from.

What your family name?

Trenton. Yours?

Cooper.

We no have Cooper in the family.

All right.

So... [laughs]

you a Rude Gal or Soul Head?

[laughing]

- I listen Louisa Mark... - Yeah?

Junior English, Gregory, Janet Kay.

Oh, seen, seen.

Lovers. Eh?

Can I beg you ah dance?

If you want.

If I want.

Come now.

Oi, Martha?

Martha!

[sighs]

[♪ reggae music continues]

Look at her. She thinks she's nice.

Come in me yard with she foot flat like duck and she waist stiff like plank.

[Samson] Without further objection...

Yo, all the ladies step out tonight... looking for Mr. Right....

[laughs]

Hope everybody is ready for Mercury Sounds.

Bringing the sound from near and wide,

giving us spiritual protection!

[new song playing]

[Samson] Yah, man, me music always ready.

I know everybody is ready.

- Franklyn, I see you! - [woman] We ready!

[Samson] Nice and slow.

[Cynthia] Is what you want?

[♪ Ed Holman: "Hey There Lonely Girl"]

[Martha] I'm goin' to the toilet. Coming back.

[Franklyn] I'ma come with ya.

I need to go find one of my friends.

Sorry.

What happened to you? You got ants in your pants or what?

So why you can't give man a chance?

What you come here for?

[sucks teeth]

That's bullshit.

[woman laughs]

Did you see? Did you see her dress, though?

[toilet flushing]

[woman] Fuck!

[women tittering]

[Bammy] Hm. Yes, boss.

Sorry, ladies, comin' through.

What you ah say, sistren?

Me name Bammy.

No bother go on so,

is gentleman, me a gentleman, seen?

Long time me learn how to treat girl...

ya understand.

What your papa call ya, gorgeous?

[Martha sucks teeth]

Well...

ya know, you look most beautiful tonight.

Is you sew that?

How ya know?

Me's a tailor.

And I have a eye for fashion.

More time man...

but I interest in woman.

I get the material from Denny's.

Ah, me know her. Bajan.

Ooh! I believe you.

- You're too facety! - So them say.

Unh-unh! No go, so... I said no!

[lock clicks]

Me give ya a joke?!

[urinating]

[Martha] Patty!

Excuse me.

Sorry. Soon come.

[men talking]

[man] Oi. Lads.

- Oi, oi. - [man 2] Who's this?

[man 3] [whistles] Hello! Come here, then.

- [makes monkey noises] - Naff off, wankers!

- [man wolf whistles] - [man laughs]

[continues monkey noises]

Unh!

[recorded car alarm wailing]

Let's fuck off.

[♪ reggae music playing]

[singing along] ♪ Me bawl, how long, tell we people how long ♪

♪ How long, how long, whoo! ♪

♪ We people keep strong, keep strong ♪

♪ We horsepower, go de full furlong ♪

♪ The mighty sounds of the man lead de way ♪

♪ Make you jump an sway ♪

♪ Mercury, Mercury make de dance hot ♪

♪ Jah know ♪

♪ Vibes for the people, vibes ♪♪

Ya know say Mercury Sound, the best in town.

[♪ reggae music continues]

Cha!

♪ Mercury Sound ♪

♪ It's so nice, it feel right ♪

Cha!

[chatter, laughter]

[Franklyn] Martha!

Yo, star! Wait now!

Just to say you drop something.

[Martha sucks teeth]

Yo, me turn me back for a second now,

and where you ah run go?

What, me spite you?

So where you ah go?

- Hey? - My friend left.

- Who? - Patty. She gone.

Oh. Beef patty.

- [scoffs] - [laughs] All right.

All right.

No bother get irate.

It's a joke me ah made.

Don't even know no one.

So what, you nah know me?

I don't know you.

[scoffs]

What ah you? Eh?

What, the dance no sweet? My breath not fresh?

Yeah, but you pile on the aftershave, innit?

Come like Pepe Le Pew.

What's that? Brut 33?

You're right now blood clot.

Give I ah next dance.

- [recorded siren wails] - [Samson over speakers, indistinct]

Easy now. Come on.

Come on.

- [crowd cheering] - [Parker B] People, people.

[Samson] Yo, what ah you... Yo, Parker B, Parker B, Parker B.

[song stops]

Parker B, Parker B, what a tune now, seen.

Eee? All right, listen, yo.

We mustn't forgettin' ah... the birthday girl, Cynthia.

- Oh, yeah, yeah. - [all cheering]

[man] Yo!

[Samson] One love to the Marshall family, ya know.

You're a Smallie, but you stand good!

Peace and vibes and Mercury bring ya now.

Nice like sunshine each an every time.

Yo, Selector, what happened? Run tune now! Yo!

- [♪ Janet Kay: "Silly Games"] - [crowd cheers]

Yes, Parker B. Go on.

[Samson] Hold ya ladies near.

Fellas, just be fair and square.

Wow!

Mercury Sound!

All around!

["Silly Games" continues]

[Lizard, adding lyrics to song] I want that thing, I want that thing.

Every time!

[Samson] Feel the groove!

Everybody's a winner, we don't lose! No!

[Samson] How do you do?

[Samson] Yes, Skinner! Skinner, Skinner is a winner!

Yah!

With the sounds of Mercury Sound!

The best in the town!

Put a smile on everybody's faces, no frowns!

No!

Sing out! Awoar!

Ladies, I can't hear you!

Yah!

Move your feet! You don't know who you'll meet!

Nah!

Samson and Parker B bringin' back some TLC.

Yo.

We bringin' it! Whoa, whoa!

[all singing along] ♪ I been watching you ♪

[Samson] How long?

♪ For so long, it's a shame ♪

[Samson] I want that thing!

♪ Oh, baby ♪

- [Samson] Lord! - [♪ recorded music stops]

♪ Every time I hear your name ♪

[Samson] Sing out! Yo!

♪ Oh, the pain ♪

♪ Boy, how it hurts me ♪

♪ Inside ♪

[Samson] That's what I'm talking about.

♪ 'Cause every time we meet ♪

♪ We play hide-and-seek ♪

♪ I'm wonderin' what I should do ♪

♪ Should I, dear, come on to you? ♪

♪ And say ♪

♪ How do you do? ♪

♪ Would you turn me away ♪

♪ You're as much to blame ♪

♪ 'Cause I know you feel the same ♪

♪ I can see it ♪

♪ In your eyes ♪

[Lizard] Whoop, whoop, whoop!

♪ But I've got no time ♪

♪ To live this lie ♪

♪ No, I've got no time ♪

♪ To play your ♪

♪ Silly ♪

♪ Games ♪

♪ Silly ♪

♪ Games ♪

♪ Yet, in my mind I say ♪

♪ If he makes his move today ♪

♪ I'll just pretend to be shy ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ It's a tragedy ♪

♪ That you and me ♪

♪ We don't even try ♪

♪ You're as much to blame ♪

♪ 'Cause I know you feel the same ♪

♪ I can see it ♪

♪ In your eyes ♪

♪ 'Cause I've got no time ♪

♪ To live this lie ♪

♪ No, I've got no time ♪

♪ To play your ♪

♪ Silly ♪

♪ Games ♪

♪ Silly games ♪

[Samson] Whoo!

♪ Silly games ♪

[Samson] I like it!

♪ Silly games ♪

[overlapping shouts]

[laughter]

♪ Silly games ♪

♪ Silly games ♪♪

[Cynthia] Where are you taking me?

[♪ reggae ballad playing]

[overlapping chatter]

What are you drinking?

Let me get a stout, you know. Anything.

Uh... one Cherry B, one Mackeson.

[glasses clatter]

[coins clinking]

- Thank you. - Thank you.

[loud clatter]

[indistinct chatter]

[Jabba] No, you can't come in. You can't.

Don't put your arms on me. You can't come in like this.

[Clifton] Move from this door! You can't...

Nah, lef it nuh, man.

[overlapping shouts]

You can't stay. Now step away from this fucking door.

- What? What? - Watch your mouth, CT!

Yah go move youself, man.

- Move! Move! - Stop it!

Come in, come, come.

Come in, get inside, man.

Yo, don't move.

Yo, don't fucking move.

If I 'ear or see any chupidness happen in this here dance...

Yo!

[growls] Me and you.

- What? - Yeah, you hear what me say?

Me and you.

Yeah, man, I understand now. Move, now.

Big man let you size you up... Move.

You stink, anyway.

What?

What'm, CT?

[Clifton scoffs twice]

Martha.

- Long time. - Long time.

I want tell you from time, but me never sight you.

- Sorry about your Mother. - [Clifton scoffs]

You sorry about my Mother?

Hmm?

Me not seen or 'eard from you in time, Martha.

[♪ indistinct music playing]

She gone like that, you hear?

Dad couldn't take it.

You know how he love her bad.

[laughs]

All he gimme was this thing here.

I take it an keep it since.

Martha!

You see my cousin...

this little pickney here, she treat me good

from when we was youts, yah know.

So why we none ah us understand why we no see you for nine night,

funeral, nothin' dred.

You know how my father stay.

My mother's God-fearing as him.

- I know. - You know?

- I know. - Family!

How many times my Daddy come up your yard

due to your father temper, hmm?

Lef him.

Stop him mash up plates, and bust up your mother?

- Don't, yeah. - What? What?

Don't put yuh mout on my daddy like that.

To raas...

- [indistinct remark] - Fuck you, man.

So you tell me something, Martha.

How long your daddy beat up you an you mama half to death...

before the two ah you pick up an leave?

[Martha sucks teeth]

- Martha, no. - Lef me!

Move.

[♪ music continues in distance]

[recorded siren wails]

[new song begins inside]

[remembered arguing voices]

[Bammy, whispering] I'm gonna christen you.

[Cynthia] Get off!

[remembered arguing voices continue]

[Cynthia] You're hurting me.

[Bammy] You want your birthday gif'? Eh?

Watch your mouth. What? Your gif'?

- You ah go get the length and strength. - Fuck off! [cries out]

You never been christened before. You hear me?

[Cynthia, whimpering] You prick. Get off. Get off!

I'll christen you...

Leave her, man!

[angry grunt]

Ah, wha the rass do you?

You mad?

Ay gyal, is you me ah talk to!

You ear favor cloth?

Who tell you for push yourself up in big people business?

You want two box inna you mouth?

Come stand by me, sis. Come, sis!

- [Cynthia cries out] - [Martha] Hey! Hey!

[Bammy grunts]

You want me go for doorman, or you want her stand by me?

[Bammy huffs]

[Cynthia cries out] Thank you.

You wretch you.

[Bammy grunts]

Or what, or what? Eh?

[Bammy scoffs]

[Bammy spits]

[Bammy sucks teeth]

You all right?

[♪ distant party music playing]

[recorded siren wails]

[♪ instrumental music begins]

Wha.

[Samson] Mercury Sound!

Only good vibes for the rest of our lives.

Wha.

[♪ instrumental music continues]

[Samson] Really. Really.

[♪ instrumental music continues]

Yo.

Watch it. Watch it.

Mercury Sound!

Yah.

Everybody ready.

Wow.

Yo.

I see the smile on your face.

[♪ instrumental music continues]

[Samson] Be in the groove, as we do.

[Samson] Everybody in the moon can feel the groove!

Mercury Sound wicked

when we drop these children down what they're missin'.

[Clifton] Babylon.

See you.

Me nah fear you.

Jah!

Me nah 'fraid.

Nobody afraid.

Go, go!

Babylon big duppy.

Free up yourself.

[exuberant cry]

[♪ muffled instrumental music]

[♪ instrumental music ends]

[high-pitched tone]

[♪ instrumental music playing]

[rapid drumming]

[partygoers cheer and shout]

[♪ beat-driven instrumental music playing]

[indistinct rhythmic shouts]

[man] Hey, hey! Go, go, go!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo!

[indistinct shouts]

♪ Mercury Sound, Mercury Sound ♪

[indistinct happy shouts]

[♪ instrumental music continues]

[man] Burnout!

[man 2] Yeah, yeah, yeah, burnout!

- Burnout! - Burnout!

I wanna feel it!

Hey, back to me!

Right!

[overlapping shouts]

Youts!

Mercury Sound! Mercury Sound!

[overlapping shouts]

[♪ music ends]

[high-pitched tone]

[♪ instrumental music plays]

Mercury Sound! Mercury Sound!

Back here, I say! Back here, I say!

Get back!

[♪ beat-driven music playing]

[partygoers chanting]

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

[indistinct, overlapping shouts]

[♪ instrumental music continues]

Let out the lion! Let out the lion!

Mercury Sound!

- I feel me soul! - Mercury Sound!

That man sound!

[partygoers] Mercury Sound! Mercury Sound!

[chanting] Mercury Sound!

Mercury Sound! Mercury Sound!

Mercury Sound! Mercury Sound!

Mercury Sound! Mercury Sound!

- Yeah! - Mercury Sound!

Mercury Sound.

[exuberant screaming]

Power!

[♪ instrumental music continues]

[recorded siren wails]

[cheering and shouting]

Mercury Sound!

[overlapping shouts]

[♪ beat-driven instrumental music playing]

[man shouts indistinctly]

[man] Give it up. Give it up.

[indistinct, rhythmic shouts]

[man laughing]

[man] What? What?

[chanting] Mercury Sound. Mercury Sound.

Mercury Sound. Mercury Sound.

[indistinct shouts]

- Mercury Sound! - Sing it to Jah!

Mercury Sound! Mercury Sound!

You and I now free ah man!

Mercury Sound! Mercury Sound!

Mercury Sound! Mercury Sound!

[recorded siren wails]

[high-pitched whirr]

[ragged shouts] Mercury Sound! Mercury Sound!

This-a Mercury Sound! Mercury Sound!

- Mercury Sound! - How are you?

Mercury Sound! This-a Mercury Sound!

Mercury Sound! This is a Mercury Sound!

[indistinct shouts]

Mercury Sound! This-a Mercury Sound!

Mercury Sound! This-a Mercury Sound!

Mercury Sound! This-a Mercury Sound!

Mercury Sound! This-a Mercury Sound!

Mercury Sound! This-a Mercury Sound!

[Parker B] Mercury Sound! Mercury Sound!

Mercury Sound! Mercury Sound!

Mercury Sound! Mercury Sound!

- [Parker B] Jah! - Jah!

[Parker B] Jah! Rastafari!

[partygoers] Jah! Rastafari!

- Jah! - Jah!

- Rastafari! - Rastafari!

[Franklyn] Gimme some of that, now.

[Martha giggles]

- Not even get down one. - Over there.

[both laughing]

[Martha] Then take some.

Give it back. [laughs]

[both laugh]

I said it's there.

Wa-wa-wait.

No, man. Yo.

See, told you.

[Franklyn laughs]

[Franklyn] Whoo-eee!

[Franklyn] Sorry.

So this is where you work?

Mm-hm. My palace this, man. I more than there ah me yard.

[Martha chuckles softly]

I'll put on music, there, one sec.

[switch clicks]

[static crackles]

Wait.

[car door opens]

[soft grunts]

[soft chuckle]

[♪ music intro playing]

Yeah, man. A big tune this, you know.

You want some tea?

Yes. I'll have tea.

Sorry fe de mess.

It's fine.

[♪ vocalist sings reggae ballad]

Is this tea?

Mmm-hmm.

Jamaican tea.

[Franklyn laughs softly]

I'm glad we leave. I see your eyes.

Yeah, and am them sweet you?

[♪ music continues]

[heavy doors open]

Oi, oi. What's going on here, then?

Could hardly... Well, it's well dark, innit. Didn't recognize ya.

Sorry about that, boss. It's... it's the big light, innit.

You know how it's usually too bright.

Yeah, right. Too bright.

Gimme a fuckin' seizure, you lot did, for fuck's sake.

Look at you, eh, all dressed up.

Hello, love.

Listen boss, we... we're not stopping, yeah?

We just popped in on our way home.

Right, well. Glad you're here. Couple of things.

[whispers] Be with you in a second.

[Franklyn sighs]

[low] What is it, boss?

[low] Frank, this ain't a knocking shop.

You do not bring your Doris in here.

All right?

Good boy.

Mister Norris wants his brake light done by tomorrow.

[Franklyn sighs]

I'll call you tonight. There.

You feel me no have phone where me live?

Cool.

Scout's honor.

Five o'clock, that phone box. All right?

All right.

[conductor] Mind how you go.

Yes, sir. In you go.

Come on. Seats up top, love.

[soft grunt]

[nearby train rolls slowly]

[soft chuckle]

[loud pounding on door]

[Mrs. Trenton] Get up. Get up. Time for church. Time for church.

[Martha sighs]

[♪ Nicky Thomas: "Have a Little Faith"]