All language subtitles for Babymother (1998) REMUX.eng

Hello, baby. How are you?

All right.

Wha' happen, baby?

Hi, Neeta.

All right?

Lips don't lie!

Hey, Miss Dionne.

How much time I tell you and your posse
to leave the studio?

This isn't a free stage show, you know.
It's a rehearsal.

You pay for hear Don Byron
like everyone else.

Neeta!

My one and only heartbeat.

Been missing you bad, you know.

And me you, Mr Honey Tongue.

I want you do that tonight.

Think I'll do it now.

No, no, no.

- I mean on stage.
- What?

The chat, Neeta.
It works. A duet!

- On stage with me tonight.
- What are you talking about?

It was wicked.

- Really?
- Yes, man.

Serious.

Nah, man, I'd be too scared.

Confidence, Neeta.

- Mummy!
- Daddy!

What's going on?

Ten minutes you say, Neeta.

Three... I want
to hear you counting.

Four... Oh, we've got four.
Careful, Neeta.

You never have time to do
the few little things I ask you to do.

And half of these
is for you anyway.

Thanks, Mum. I know.

I'm sorry, but you will take the kids?

I'm tired.

Why don't you try Rose?
She'd love that.

- What? She lives across the city.
- There are buses.

I've got no time.
Come on, please!

Mum, I'm on stage tonight.

You'll manage.

- See you later, baby, yeah?
- Bye, Mum.

Hey, why don't you tell me
what you're wearing?

- Hey, babes.
- Pure bondage!

Hey, that's what I'm wearing.

I can't believe Neeta's really
gonna go through with this.

On Bee's stage with Byron? Boy!
Neeta's gonna tear down the place.

Whey-hey!

Don't worry, Neeta, you're gonna
mash the place down. Mash it!

Come, come!

Doorman, let them go in.
See you on stage.

Let's go, then.

I see you're enjoying
the latest Tambo rhythm.

Well, Beez Neez Promotions
presents for you tonight

the man you've been waiting for.

Let me hear it for...
Don Byron!

Let me hear it!

Let me hear it!

Big up, all the pretty ladies
in the house.

Respect and gratitude
to each and every one of you.

You have the gift of creation
in your hips, your lips

and in your fingertips.

You bring X amount
of joy into this world.

Big up, spread out,
and hear this.

Sing.

My part's coming up.

That's my part!

That's my part.

What?

- What's Byron playing at?
- You bitch, you.

The rass is ramping with me.

Maybe your babyfather
no different from the rest.

- Jesus, Neeta. Leg it!
- Go on, run!

Good morning.

Oh, look, there's your mummy.

- Mummy!
- Yeah, Mummy!

Aah. Were you good
for Grandma last night?

Yeah? All right.

Sorry I'm late.

Better late than never.

How was the service?

Very nice.

You're looking tired.

No, I'm fine.

Rose is over there.

OK.

Stay with Grandma.

OK.

OK, come on, kids.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Happy birthday, Rose.
- Thanks.

It's been ages.

Wow, you look...
You look great.

Yeah, well, running round
after those two keeps me fit.

I can't believe
how much they've grown.

Let's go.

Let's get back to Mum's, then.

A good education
will do a lot for you.

Look at your sister Rose.

Why are you being so stubborn?

I've been doing some deejaying.

- Byron's influence?
- I'm doing it by myself

but he's helping me.

I did a number on stage with him
last night. Went really well.

What kind of career is that?

If you're interested in music,

why not take a music course?

Why can't that boy come to the door
and show a little respect?

I'm sorry, Mum, I have to go.

What about dinner?
You know it's Rose's birthday.

- I'm not really hungry.
- And Anton and Saffron, they are.

Give me something to do.
I feel useless.

Sorry. I was just telling Mum
I can't stay for your dinner.

- Can I pick them up tomorrow?
- Pick them up early.

- I've got a doctor's appointment.
- OK.

Promise.

- Goodbye.
- Bye, Rose. Sorry.

Bye, kids.

Where's my little man?

Oh, no!
I thought you had him.

What? Shut up.

Get out my face, you dog.

Neeta! What's wrong with you?
Get in the car.

- Get in the car, man.
- You cut me out, you two-faced shit.

I had to change things up.

You never take me seriously.
Never do!

Don't vex with me.

It's how entertainment business goes.

Entertainment business?

Is you and me business
I worry about.

It was no big promise
I made you.

It wasn't even my idea, though.
It was yours!

Get in the car!

Tcha!

'It's time.
What's anyone doing for us?'

We must have to try
our own thing, man. Trust me.

Are you mad, Neeta?
You think it's that easy?

No, man. There's nothing
worth doing that's easy.

- Who gonna take us for serious?
- Thank you.

The music business is nasty.

Byron just teach you
that lesson for sure.

For real, but we just got
to be better than the rest.

I deejay, right?
You two sing chorus.

- The combination's safe, man.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Look, I'm deadly serious.
- So, you want me

to play second fiddle to you?

Simple tunes.
You got the sweet voice.

It's true, though.
My voice is sweet, innit?

Sharon, come.

Where you find
that nasty, dirty man in your bed?

Forget him, man.
He's limited.

Telling me he owns his own house
when I happen to know

- that man is living with his mum.
- Oh, my God!

He couldn't even put beans
in my cupboard, let alone things.

One'd think you can't keep off
the man topic for just one minute!

What you think about
what I've been saying?

I'm with you, rude girl.

Touch me.

Hey! Come now.

Get up!

Get up! Get off the sofa!

Pa-da pa-pa!

Hey!

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

Come on.

Carry on anyway.

Neeta!

Why did you come disgrace yourself
in front of my house?

- What do you think?
- & Forgive me.

Right in front of my house!

Go and find Dionne.
Yes, that's right. I don't want you.

What's he want, man?

Fuck.

I really do, man.
I said I was sorry.

Don't do this to me, man.
We go away?

You step up on me

I'm facing reality.

You're a liability.

He shouldn't even come.

What you come here for.

How you live anymore.

All right, tcha!
Go on with yourself.

See you, Byron.

- Ciao, baby. Look at him.
- Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

I've gone too far,

Shit.

It's OK, my little ones.

Don't worry.
Mummy won't leave you.

Mummy, has Daddy gone?

We'll be fine.

You're right, Neeta.

There ain't no other way
but to be helping ourselves.

There's no point in this
unless we got a name.

- What we gonna call ourselves?
- Innit.

I've been thinking
but I ain't come up with nothing yet.

All right.
What about "Neeta...

"and her Crew"?

How about...
I got a good one.

"Neeta, Skeeta
and the Cruffettes"?

- No, no!
- I like that one.

No, I'll tell you what,
"Neeta, Sweeta,

"and Nastie".

"Neeta, Sweeta and Nastie"?

- Ah, me like it.
- Yeah, that works.

You like that? Touch me.

Come, we go.

- Dennis Brown, Sanchez.
- Yes, no problem.

Ticket has already sold out.

- All over the place.
- OK, that's good. Let's go.

Hey, Luther.

Ladies. You looking for me?

I met you with Byron.

That's right.

Byron's babymother.

This here my man, Matt.

He run the show
on the other side of town.

Up here on a spying mission,
I reckon.

Not necessary, Luther.
Doing fine my side.

My dance hall is ram.

Yeah, well, you see, Luther,
I got my own vibe.

I feel say you should give it a listen
and maybe give us a little spot.

That so?

Well, I tell you straight, sweet thing,
I full up with artists right now.

Try Bee.
Hear she start out promoter.

Hear she looking for new talent.

All right.

OK, then. Later.

Neeta, do you wanna go?

- Do you wanna go, Neeta?
- Boy! No way!

I'm not standing down
cos he show his idiot face.

You're not giving that slusher, Dionne,
the satisfaction of that. Come, we go.

- Yeah, yeah, wild boy.
- Dionne, how you doing?

I don't know why
Byron's bothering with Dionne.

What?

What?

- You all right, girl?
- Yeah, yeah.

Here comes Mr Cool Caesar.

Later, sexy.

Nice one.

Yeah, yeah.

- Why don't you show her, Neeta, huh?
- Nah.

Come on, Neeta, man.
Show her.

Yeah, all right.

Come, now, Mr Selector.
Put on some drum and bass.

Let me ride the rhythm.

Come down!

Rebel Neeta riding the rhythm, OK?

Bad girl, wicked and wild.

Sing.

In a junglistic style.
Watch this!

Wicked.

We'll a come again!

Tell me something, Neeta,

where you been hiding
all them shocking vibes?

Don't like to rinse out, my friend.

No matter how much
you show up on the mic,

you're not getting your man back.

Watch yourself, rude girl.

Is your big foot made me fall.

Too bad. I hate for Byron babymother
to mash up her pretty face.

Tell you what, right?
Kiss up my underneath.

You's one dirty little bitch, right?

What do you think
of that bloke Caesar?

Hardly noticed.

- He noticed you.
- What?

He wanted your number.

I hope you gave him fake digits.

- No, I gave him mine.
- Oh, Sharon, man.

I'll tell the man when he calls, innit.

You're a basic woman, man.

Anyway, right, Caesar says
our tape is mash-up

and we need to make
a professional recording in a studio.

Mr lover man gonna pay for that?

If it's quality, we'll get the notice,
so it's just got to be done. Get me?

Seem. All right, then.

My place later
on this professional recording business.

- Better go get them kids, then.
- Yeah, man, come.

Yeah? See ya.

Anton, where's Grandma?

No, no, speak up.
What happened?

They took her away.

Not Edith.

No, I want my mum.

I knew
this would have happened.

Go inside and play, please.

Neeta.

How are you doing?

You all right, girl?
You're doing fine.

Why don't you come
and get something to eat, yeah?

OK.

Neeta?

She's suffering, man.

By rights Byron should be here.

He must have heard.

Edith never welcomed him
when she was alive.

Her spirit's not feeling
any different now, is it?

This is not about Edith now,
Sharon, it's Neeta.

She needs him right now.
Not showing up is... pure rubbish.

We have to talk, Anita. I'm not sure
if now is the right time but...

Do you think they were
too much for her, the children?

You mustn't blame yourself.

- It'll only make it worse.
- She was tired.

- I kept pushing her.
- Neeta, listen to me for a minute.

- I wish we'd told you before now.
- What?

I think it's important
that you know.

I know what you're going to tell me.

Edith wasn't my mother, was she?

You're my mother.

What are you doing?

Cleaning. You can help me
put the stuff away when I'm finished.

Yeah.

Hello?

Oh, Rose.

Yeah, fine, thanks.

No, I don't think I can, actually.
I'm really busy.

Look, Rose, I have to go.

I can't talk. Right, bye.

Anton, man.

Neeta, just on my way
to the airport.

Want to say goodbye
to your babyfather?

He off on tour with me now.

Come on.

- We're late.
- Daddy.

Get in.

Come on.

Is Daddy coming back?

Neeta, man, how they doing?

They must miss their gran bad, innit?

Indoors with them 24/7
must be sending you mad.

Yeah, man.
Anton been playing up terrible.

Can't that sister of yours help you out?

- Yeah?
- Nah.

Wicked.
That could be us out there.

Could be me, you and Yvette.
What you saying, huh?

Hey, listen, me tell you,
I bought that thing for you.

Neeta, you look more precious
than a diamond, girl.

Go up there and drop
some lyrics on them, nah?

Neeta, come we go, man?

Are you mad?
This is it, rude girl.

No, man, my deejay days are over.

Are you mad, Neeta?
They haven't even started to rass.

Yeah, well,
I ain't really into this, yeah?

I'll check you later, Yvette, yeah?

- More time, yeah?
- Yeah.

You a bitch, you.

- Mummy, I want an ice cream.
- No, we're not going into the shop.

- Mummy, I want ice cream.
- Sorry.

- Please!
- What did I say, Anton?

Anita. Where have you been?
You need to settle up with me.

It's going to be next week.

I want my daddy.

Hi. I've just written you a note.

I was gonna leave you this food.

- Hello, darling.
- Wouldn't last a minute round here.

Yeah, well, I suppose.
I just thought.

Look, are you busy?

Going out again in a second.

Sorry. You know,
I'm just in a bit of a hurry.

- Oh, OK, then.
- Mummy, I'm hungry.

- Bad timing.
- No problem.

Ring me.

Go inside, Anton.

You shouldn't have.

The stuff.
I'm doing fine.

Listen, Anita.

I'm really having a hard time with this.

I need you to talk to me.

It was impossible, you know.

I was so young.
I mean, where would we be now?

Mum could give you things.

You'd have just grown up
living from hand to mouth.

On an estate like this?

Like Saffron and Anton?

And you, a babymother like me?

Yeah, scraping through,
going nowhere.

No.

- Yes, but...
- I'm busy, Rose.

- That's my daddy singing.
- Turn it off.

No.

Turn it off, I said.

Don't you run away from me, Anton!

Now, you listen to me, all right?
Don't you dare!

Don't you dare, all right?

I won't have you running wild.
I will kill you. Don't you dare!

- Sit down.
- I want my daddy.

Oh, come, baby.

- Come. Sit down.
- I'm thirsty.

Yeah?

Mummy, I can't sleep.

Oh, little princess.

Come. Sit down.

Do you wanna hear
Mummy's new song? Yeah?

OK.

Do you like that?

Yeah?

Again?

Again? All right.

So you really believe
we can make it as a music act?

Yes, Neeta.

We're better than the rest.
Boy, we're the best.

Caesar agree
and he see what's going on.

Enough about Caesar.
On and on about Caesar.

- I'm a one-man woman now.
- Yeah, please!

Yeah, well, I'm finding that
a little hard to believe.

Any word from Byron, then, star?
You've been MI5 on him lately.

Yeah, well,
no point in dwelling, is there?

Forget Byron and forget Caesar too.

- I got a deal with Bee.
- No way.

- How you mean? Way!
- And you lot been getting in my way.

Can't you lot get out of here?
Interfering with business.

Sorry, sis.

Can you take Hakeem later on?

Yes.

Bee giving you free studio time?

No, it ain't a squeeze.
She say we need 350.

350 quid?

- Sure, no problem.
- Best forget it, then.

Yeah? Well, I got a plan.

Oh, yeah?

Sharon, man!

Fuck's sake.

Sharon!

What do you want?

How about you take me inside?

No. What do you want?

I've been talking to Sharon

and I hear say
you got some plans.

- That so?
- Yeah, so I was thinking,

Maybe I could help you out.

And how would that be?

Free studio time
if you're interested.

You know say?
Caesar have the keys-a.

Me like you.
Beg you a little of the kitty, nah?

Come out of my face
before I kick you in your head.

What Sharon see in you,
I never know.

No assets cruff.

Just take your time
and think 'bout it.

No rush, no fuss.

Say?

- Say?
- Come out the way.

- Little man, give me a touch now.
- Anton, come on.

Anton, will you
behave yourself, please?

- Will you come on?
- I can't go anymore.

Anton I don't want
to get vex with you.

Will you come on?
Pick your foot up.

Come on, we gotta
go see Auntie Rose.

She went on at me for ages
to talk to you.

Why didn't you?

Didn't know what I would say,
I suppose.

You came here.
Do you know now?

No.

- I need your help.
- With the children?

No.

My music.

What can I do?

Money?

Is it?

Yes. I'm making a record.

Just a couple of hundred.

Sorry, Anita.

I'm not about to buy
a relationship with you.

Daddy.

Where you going, Mummy?

What you doing out of your bed?
Mummy has to go out.

Aunt Yvette's gonna mind you.
All right?

Give me a kiss.

Good girl.

Come.

Here's to the furtherance
of your music career.

Cheers.

Let's go. Come.
Are you ready?

- Yeah.
- Come, come.

All right.

I think you and I could get along
really well, you know, Neeta.

- Here, take this. You get lucky, man.
- Thank you, sir.

Hope you've enjoyed
your evening. Good night.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, Jesus Christ.
My mum gave me that.

- Tsk.
- I'll buy a new one, baby.

Shh. Hush, hush.

Hush.

Saffron.

Come, baby, come.
What happened?

Yvette?

Jesus Christ.

- Anton, where's Yvette?
- I don't know.

Where is she?

Sit.

Yvette.

- Yvette!
- Anita?

- Anita, where are you?
- I'm here.

Rose, where's Yvette?

Will you calm down?
What's happened?

- I don't know, I was out.
- You went out and left the kids?

Yvette. Where the rass you been?

What happened to you?

What happened to you?

Take your pickney.

No, Rose, I did not leave them
on their own.

I left them with her.

What you doing here anyway?
Just come out my house!

- You know what?
- What about?

Forget it.

- You are a mess, Anita.
- I just went downstairs.

- You left them on their own.
- For two minutes, Neeta.

His crying must have woken them up.

- I'm sorry, Neeta, man.
- Saffron? To bed.

I'm going, Anita.

OK, Saffron,
I know you're tired, honey.

Listen,
the yout's wicked, man.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I wanna produce him.

You give me the chance?

- Wicked. All right, Malcolm.
- Hey, Caesar.

Why you don't return my calls?

What about our arrangement?

Yeah, all right, Neeta.

I was just thinking about you, you know.
Um, it's good to see you.

Enough of your rubbish.
When can we get in the studio?

Listen, busy.

Enough dealings inside there, man.

Now, I tell you, crazy like a what.

I tell you what, come check me
week after next, yeah?

So, if you're so busy,
what you doing out a road?

Could be sooner. I tell you what,
let me take you out tonight

and we can talk.

Yo!

Marsha!

Neeta.

Just touched down.
I came here straight.

There enough other bed
for you to sleep in.

No, no, no, Neeta.
It don't go like that again.

I came back here for you.

No one else.

Is one wasted trip, then.

Will you leave me alone?

I can't, Neeta.

Let mein.

I don't need you.

What you ever do for me?

It's been hard for me
as well, you know.

Please.

You heard my mother passed on.

Why didn't you come to the funeral?

I did reckon to come, but...

I thought you wouldn't want me.

I did want you.

I'll take you and the kids out tomorrow

and buy you anything you want.

'Hello. Do you know
what's happened?

'We've gone back to the time
before the universe was formed

'and scientists believe
that the universe was created

'in the big bang..."

Daddy's home.
Wake up, Daddy.

Daddy.

Hello, baby.

Mmwah.

How are you?

- How you been?
- All right.

Yeah?

- Where's Mummy?
- I don't know.

You don't know?

Mmwah.

Good to see you.

We care!

OK.

- Hey, Byron, man, cool.
- Yo, man. Nice, nice.

All right, darling?
Yeah, yeah.

All right, nice.

What up, B?
You get rich and switch?

- No, man, been working foreign,
- OK, I'll see you again.

Bye, Janet. Nice, man.

Darling? Some foodage.

What this?

What this?

Ah, what the rass.

Hey, Bee, how's it going?

- Hey, Bee, how's it going?
- You know how it go already.

Bee, Bee, hear it? Ready?

Go on.

So, you come back.

Of course.

Where's my money?

I can't tell you.
It's gonna be a surprise.

Don't tell me about no surprise, man.

Hello, munchkins.

I'm not gonna say anything
about yesterday.

I'm back and you got
no reason to worry.

Cruff.

Later.

Later.

Big monster!

Faster.

- Rose!
- Yeah!

I'm not a mess, Rose.

I know.

I know it looked bad
but it wasn't what it seemed.

What were you doing there
So late anyway?

Bringing you the 350.

I guess things were different for you.

They were.

You were the same age
as me with Anton.

Yes.

Only still much more of a kid.

So, who's my father, then?

He was called Dean.

Much older.

And beautiful.

Yeah?

I really thought
we'd get married and...

I was in a terrible state.

Broken-hearted.

So, Mum took over.

He went back to Jamaica.

I went to college.

And bit by bit I lost you.

I guess that's where
me good looks come from, hey?

That's it.

Think I'll stay by you tonight, yeah?

Is just how me like it.
Maybe I'll never let you go.

Anita.

Byron.

- Way to go.
- What are you saying, Bee?

How it goes, busy Bee?
What you want?

Well... you know
I got this gig set up.

Sorry, Bee.
Is Luther my promoter, you know.

I know, but is Anita
I come to see really, you know.

Safe.

Yeah, she show me some great talent.
I want her at my clash.

Shit.

I don't know
how you put up with him.

Look, I can't listen
to this shit, you know.

Bring the equipment now.

Otherwise unno finish.

- And what do you want?
- You know me too good, eh?

There was one little thing.

Wondering when it was
you decide to turn promoter.

- And what's it to you?
- It's everything to me.

So, what?

Luther the big man
can't take a bit of competition”?

This my patch.

If you think we stopped romancing
so you can fuck with my livelihood

is a big mistake.

Just like a man.

No... a boy.

Come on to my face
with your petty attitude.

Back off, woman.

You better listen what I say.

Excuse.

Ah, what you a do, Neeta?

This is the place
for the mother of my children.

Not the stage.

We don't need
more than one musician in this family.

Hold on. Who are you
to tell me how to be a mother?

Since when? Why shouldn't I be
out there chatting the mic?

Cos you're my babymother,
that's why.

What kind of reason that for anything,
you damn fool, you?

Yeah? Come.

Tramp.

Bye.

Bye-bye.

- One at a time now.
- I'll see y'all later, OK?

All right, give me a nice big kiss.

One for you, and...

one for you, OK?

Children, come on.
We're starting.

I'm gonna count to three
and I want you all inside now.

No pushing.
Come on, one at a time.

So, you turn big superstar now
you can't come check me?

- Been busy, huh?
- With what?

Me no see you play out again.

Off, man.

Me see Neeta out and about town
when you was touring.

With that guy.
What's his name?

Caesar.

And me hear say
he give it to her good.

You bitch, you.

Come out.

I said come out!

- What? What's going on?
- Move!

- What you doing, Byron?
- Dionne tell me.

- Wait for next person to tell me!
- Come off me. What you talking about?

- You and Caesar, that's what!
- What do you know about that?

When I'm in America earning money
for you to make a record with,

you off grinding some fool
like a whore.

Fuck off.

You out and about with him
for all to see.

- Who you talking about?
- You go too far this time.

- Who you talking about? My Caesar?
- Stop it, Byron.

So you poach your best friend man
when you running short?

It wasn't like that.

Fuck!

- Don't you walk away from me.
- Sharon, leave it, man.

Look at you.

The way you chat at me
and all the time you're the queen hussy!

You slag, going undercover
with your best mate's lover.

It's no wonder you're so silent.

- Yeah? Yeah?
- Let me go!

- Yeah?
- Let me go!

Sharon!

Sharon, hold on, man.
Don't do this.

- Leave her.
- Why didn't you tell me, you bitch?

- I didn't know, man.
- Yeah?

I didn't know. I didn't know.

I'm out of here, man.

Oi, Caesar's gonna be
pleased with that.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, so long as you know
what I'm saying.

Because I serious about this.

Respect, man.

Really? Suddenly all artists
in them sick bed when I want them.

Will you hear me now, though?
None of you can't stop my show.

Trust me.

- Whose record you play?
- Byron babymother. She named Neeta.

'That was the debut single
from a wicked new artist named Neeta.

'Check her out at Mistress Bee's clash
against Matt's Puma Promotions.'

What, Byron?

A word in private, please.

Leave us.

All right, boss.

You're looking troubled, Bee.

Now, what you want?

You know me have me artists' clash
set up against Matt.

Puma Promotions.

But I need a headline act.

Good money.

You're leaving it very late.

So, why you never ask me before?

- So you'll do it?
- I'll not play if Neeta's on your bill.

Auntie, Auntie!
That was my mummy.

That was Mummy.

Is that your record?

Why didn't you play it to me?

- I only just got a copy from Bee.
- Wow, it was brilliant.

I mean, I don't know much
about this sort of music, but...

it's really exciting.

Good for you, Anita.
Mum would be proud.

Do you think so?

What is it, Anita?

It's this artists' clash.

Was going to do it alone, but I can't.

It's Sharon.

Just go. Come on, go on.

- Come on, man, Neeta.
- All right, then, I'm going.

Don't know how you got Sharon here
but I hope they can get it sorted.

Sharon, I'm really sorry.

Don't even matter about the show.

It's fine if you don't wanna do it.

I should never
have gone with Caesar.

Is what Rose tell me true?
That he offer you time in the studio?

Yeah.

OK.

Come on, girlfriend.
Let's go get 'em.

Come on, put your hands together
for Mr Governor Tiggy.

Now, massive.

Now that you've got your whistles
and your foghorns going

I want you to make
as much noise as possible, right?

Cos you're gonna decide
which promoter has the best artist.

Is it Bee from Harlesden?

Or is it Matt from Brixton?

I'm the best promoter!

Well, right now,
ladies and gentlemen

from Matt's side in Brixton,

the one and only
Mr Peter Hunningale.

You know what?
No sign of Sleazer.

Probably working late shift
at McDonald's to pay for him car.

- You reckon Byron will show up?
- More likely me head will drop off.

Sorry me never got
a chance to call.

- We're here.
- You're not playing.

- Why? What happened?
- Got too much artists on me bill.

You're not serious, man?
You can't be serious?

You're late anyway
and me have other matters.

Come on, Bee.

You bring me too far
to do this to me now.

Ah, she mean!
She can't do this, man.

She done it.

- You should have squared it with Bee!
- Yeah, Neeta.

I did. It's not down to me.

If you'd arrived at the right time,
this wouldn't have happened.

That was Sharon's fault.

- Are you blaming me now?
- Sharon, man...

Shut up!

What?

What?

Make perfect sense.

No matter what time we'd arrived,
we'd have been too late.

Bastard. Come.

Go on, girl.

I want to be up there on your stage.

Yo, massive!

Let's hear it for Don Byron.

What do you say?
Harlesden win the clash?

Can Byron win the clash
here on stage?

Let's hear it.
Who say Don Byron?

How you say Don Byron?

Pull this off and we go far.

Who want
to bring back Don Byron?

Hold on, hold on.
Show's not over yet.

And who are you and your crew?

Neeta.

- Sweeta.
- Nastie.

Ladies, are you sure
you're in the right place?

Well, massive anyway.

It look like we have a surprise entry
from Matt's side.

Watch this.

How you live anymore.

Who you love if you can.

I'm facing reality.

You're a liability.

- Well...
- Come off!

It's all about the clash.

Hey, hey, hey!

So, what you gonna do now?

Hey, hey, hey!

Yo, massive.
Who win the clash?

Is Don Byron win the clash?

No!

Anita win the clash?

We did it.

We find bright, young,
burning new talent for real.

Neeta! Neeta!

Anita! Anita win the clash!

Neeta! Neeta!

Yo, massive.
Is Anita win the clash.

Is only fair we make Anita
close the show.

All right.

So, Anita, it's all about you
and your crew.

Yeah, yeah.

This one our debut single,
"Babymother".

Goes out to my children...

...and to my grandmother,
the late Mistress Edith

and to my mother, Rose.

Big up, all the babymothers
out there, seen.

Well, well!

Babymother, be a mother to your child.

Listen up.

We care!

Hear this.

Babymother.

Come now. Right?

Big up, all babymothers.

You know I say
you carry the race along.

Seen.

Big up, all babymothers.

Seen.

Well, well.

Well!

Yeah!

Yeah!