Klash (1995) - full transcript

- They've just come back.

- Thanks, Sarge.

Tell me what you think of these.

- I pulled every string
I had left to get the job

and so I needed to
get back into gear.

A simple job on a quiet island.

When I walked off the
plane and the warm breeze

smacked me in the face, I
thought to myself, Stoney,

you are one bad motherfucker.

You free?

And who could complain
about coming to Jamaica?



I've always wanted to come here

since I shot Bob Marley
in Madison Square.

But I never went anyplace
without being paid.

My editor had arranged
for me to stay on his

friend's yacht in lieu of
a hotel bill of course.

But the man's cool, I'd
rather keep the cash.

Can you tell me where
the Sun Catcher is?

- Way over there.

- Way over there?

Thanks a lot.

What?

I knew in my heart I
wasn't gonna be living

in any Donald Trump luxury
but this was bullshit.

Shit.



- Yes, man.

I suppose you are Mr. Stone.

- Stoney.

- Oh, Mr. Stoney.

Welcome.

- Who are you?

- I'm Walker.

Walker. the boatman.

So you're the journalist.

- Woo.

Made it.

No, no thanks man, I gave it up.

- That's good.

- Yeah I guess so.

Drugs,

booze, alcohol, the
whole thing, I did rehab.

- You give up fish too?

- No, no.

I like fish.

What's that?

- That?

This whole area, man,

is the Suppa sound
system, big dance tonight.

- Oh yeah?

- Yeah.

I tell you,

this is Jamaica.

Every night there are
big dance, every night.

Stars too in love,
every night too in love.

- Where is it?

- Suppa out of Youban, just
on the corners of Verona.

- All right, man.

Hey Walker,

the fish is good.

I caught a cab over to the
dance Walker talked about.

I didn't get out, I had the
driver cruise around for awhile

checking out the night.

I love the night.

Hey hey wait, pull
over, pull over.

- Yo.

- What are you doing, man?

- Taking some pictures.

Hey wait wait wait, don't
touch the camera man.

Wait, don't touch
the camera man.

Wait wait wait, hey
don't be pushing me man.

All right wait a minute, wait.

Here take the camera,
here, here man, here man.

Take this one, take
this one all right?

Take the camera, look take
the picture all right?

Come here my man, come here.

Here, take a picture
of me and him.

Yeah man here we go, here we go.

Put the rubber up to
eye, there you go.

Yeah the viewfinder, that's
what's called a viewfinder.

Yes good man, now you just
press the button, yeah.

Now smile, you take
a picture with him.

Go ahead, it's gonna
come out real nice.

Yeah, just push that
little button right there.

There you go.

- Brah, stop flippin'
not fightin'.

- Get on the boy.

- I learned
a long time ago

to carry a worthless
dummy camera.

I used to do a little
paparazzi work.

- Drive, drive, drive.

- Where I go now, boss?

- Away from here.

Oh man.

- This ain't no vacation.

- I deserved that.

Thanks.

Hey hey, you know of a club

called the Hot Bush
or the Tight Bush?

Thanks a lot.

- No problem.

- So would you
like anything else?

- No.

No no, thanks.

- So you're ire then?

- I'm ire.

- Cool.

- Cool.

- When a big man like
you call, me come.

- Me just a small businessman

trying to make a living,
you are the darling.

- Me just a country man.

But well-respected in me art.

- Respect is due.

- And talk is cheap.

- Hi.

- Hello.

- Do you feel all right?

- Good.

- Have a drink.

Soda?

Juice?

You Rastafar-

- Who tell you I was a Rasta?

White rum.

Let's get down to business.

- I know a way we can
make plenty, plenty money.

- Well talk.

- You alone?

I should charge
you a muddling fee.

- How you doing, Blossom?

- You sure look good.

What are you doing in Jamaica?

- Ragga man's been in

that place three
times in one week.

Me know something is happening.

- Mm hmm.

- So why
we don't jump him

razz, clout and shit
on that bombaraska?

- Quit it with that, Sarge.

- The car is downstairs
boss, ready to go?

- I'll be there in a minute.

- It's been a long time.

- New
York, it seems like

1,000 years ago.

- Four years ago.

- Me remember.

- You didn't say goodbye.

- Them sent me back, man.

- You hang out with
the wrong people.

- Ya, that's
the story of my life.

What ya drink?

- Oh, I'm not, I'm on the wagon.

- What?

You lie?

- If I'm lyin' I'm flyin'.

- Ready?

Let's go.

- Yeah, we ready.

Talkin' to an old
friend of mine, Stoney.

Mr. Lee own the Wild Bush.

- Hope you'll enjoy your stay.

This is a wonderful country.

- So what
you waitin' for?

- What you mean what I wait for?

I don't miss our
woman, let's go.

- Celita.

Ooh.

Remember Mr. Lee
from the Sommere?

That's the Benz.

- Him just a friend I know from
New York man, it no matter.

We got more important
things for talk 'bout.

- Is Brown getting nervous?

- You'd be the
same way too, man.

The point is him gonna do it,

he just needs some reassurance
from you dis time, see?

- It
better be in time.

- He an accountant man,
of course he be on time.

- An accountant with a
bitch of a gambling problem.

- That's the best kind for we.

- Hey, you see him
there, that's him, let's go.

- All right but

no roughhouse, yeah?

- Surprise, Spooky man.

I thought we had a deal, eh?

- Yo Sarge, we do.

Who is your friend?

- Don't watch that.

How come you been
duckin' out on me?

You gave me your word.

- I cannot find you, Sarge.

- You gonna get me vexed.

- Sargent, that's enough.

- This who you're talking
orders from now, Sarge?

- Listen to me, you
fucking gracon hick,

we could put your
monkey ass in jail

right now for at least
three years, yeah?

You understand what
I saying to you?

Now you have some
information for us though.

Give it up.

- I tell him everything me know.

Me not in the crime
business anymore.

Me's a DJ now.

- DJ, Raas.

You nothin' but a petty crook.

Kissin' up to Lee.

You up there every day.

You know what is happening
and you're going to tell me.

- Lee and Ragga man,
them don't talk to me.

Fine, I gonna find out
and get back to you.

- You know something, Sarge?

I believe this man, you know.

I believe him gonna
call you soon, no?

Probably even every
day in fact, no?

- I believe him lyin'
for save him balls.

- Me check it out

and get back to
you man, trust me.

- Spooky,

don't get me vexed.

- Come, Sarge.

Call the man soon, you hear?

You understand me, sir?

- You better be right or
someone's gonna get hurt.

- You bet.

- Gonna catch a taxi from
here, you boys have fun.

- Blossom was
always in some shit.

Every man she came
across, she fucked up.

She was something else.

- I was right, it will be
receipts plus a fat payroll

but the real money is
the extra we're washing.

- Yo.

- Respect, man.

- We're making one stop.

Get up, you're dead.

She got nothin' and you
would take that away?

No respect.

Get him

and hurry.

I have more important
things to do.

You'll now clean
our people place

by cleaning the yard every week.

- Hey Walker, what
you tearing up?

- A piece
of the boat, man.

- Sounds more like you
demolishing the boat.

- Tell I something, what
you know about boat, huh?

- I had decided
to ignore Blossom.

She knew I couldn't do that.

Yo, gimme a draw of that.

- Thought you gave
up smoking, man.

- Yo, I just picked it up again.

Just taking the edge off.

- You gonna say jet, my friend.

You take care, you hear?

- I'll see you later.

- You don't say jet.

- This is Mutta
Baruka on Ire FM,

The Cutting Edge once again.

Yeah, I'm originally a six
string and I know things

go on out there, I know
things happening so

I want the people out there
to feel free, you know?

We're not limited to one
concerning what I say, so

anything you wanna
say, you know?

Just call in, Ire FM,
The Cutting Edge, yeah.

- So where
are you taking me?

- I want if I show
you some tings.

- Oh, I love it when
you show me tings.

- Just come through,

The Cutting Edge on Ire FM, Ire.

- Hello, Mutta?
- Oh ire, sista.

- How are you tonight?
- I'm ire, you know.

- Mutta, I wanted to
talk to you about something.

- Me take a star, man.

No no no, no.

No man.

Rasclot, I tell ya.

- Come on, man.

Maybe if I get lucky, I'll
shoot for these guys one day.

- You're
still a madman, Stoney.

All right.

- Take good care.

- Yeah, I know.
- Respect, brother.

- Respect.

- Come on, here,
you need a shorter shot.

- From the accountant.

- Send him in.

I'll have everyone meet us by
the beach in a few minutes.

Spooky, man.

I thought you was a DJ now.

You runnin' errands again?

- I lead back with
the drop, that's all.

Look like something big.

- Lose yourself, Spooky.

- Me no like it.

It don't feel good.

- You worry too much.

- I just come from prison.

You're supposed to worry about

the things that
would put me back in.

- What make you worry?

- Look at it this way.

Why us?

Why us, man?

Mr. Lee have men that
can do the same job.

- Maybe Mr. Lee recognizes
talent when he sees it.

- Ragga.

- Ragga.

- Ragga.

- Hey kid, not now.

- How it going, guys?

- We

have a job to do.

- We're ready.
- Anytime.

- Say how about
they cool that ire?

Have they got some of that?

- Yes but I don't think

that they have any
respect for women.

- You know
the DJ I'm glad

he made a career
from that, eh sister?

- Hey, yeah.

Oh, check me before you
start taking picture.

- Don't worry, I know
about that stuff.

What is this place?

- It's a beauty shop.

- Wow.

- I adore your work.

- Only my work?

- So you just bounce around
the world takin' picture?

- When I can bullshit somebody
into paying me enough.

- We must do what we must do.

- Yeah, you
know that's right.

But I love it though.

- Staring that people
through that little hole.

- I never heard it put that way.

I guess you're right.

I look through this lens
to see what I can find.

Lookin' for that shot.

Do you know him?

- It's a small island.

You were telling
me about that shot.

- Yeah, yeah that shot.

You know, the one where
everything comes together.

Lights,

subject, the shadows, the
background, everything.

All I have to do is snap the
shutter and capture magic.

- You're too romantic, Stoney.

I like that though.

- We drove back to Kingston
past the burning cane.

I was ready.

She had me and I had
no idea what was next.

It's a nice place.

- It is a nice bird cage.

- I'd been trying to catch this

chick for what seemed
like half my life.

She always switched up on me.

Pulling me in, pushing me away.

Nah,

not this time.

- Drink up, Mr. Stoney.

- So rude boy,

how was it?

- She stood there

and looked at me just
like I was nothing.

She played me, I was pissed.

Who was double-crossing
who, I don't know.

Blossom was all up in this shit.

- Boom, clot.

- Don't you worry yourself, man.

You'll be rich soon.

- Rich or dead?

- We in.

We're supposed to create

a diversion and shoot
up the show, eh?

But we gotta get the guns
in secured and tight.

- The guns are
already inside, man.

We walk in clean.

See that main
entrance over there?

Downstairs there is
where I get my gun.

We have this under control, man.

We gonna do this
thing out tonight.

- Yesi.

Yesi.

- Ladies, we'll be
working with lots

of money today and there's
no room for mistakes.

Is that clear?

- Yes.
- Yes sir.

- We've got their guns,
man, we don't need this.

- This is for you.

I'll feel better if you have
a little bit more insurance.

- It fine, it be okay man.

- I'm all ready to
run, mister boss.

Bye, Mr. Brown.

- Bye, Mr. Brown.

- Bye and just remember to
be on time tomorrow morning.

- Oh, I see ya. Spooky.

- Don't move.

What you got in there, Spooky?

- I hope you don't

got nothing illegal
in there, Spook.

- A man can't walk on the
road in this country, eh?

- You can walk or limp,
what do you have in here?

- It's my costume for the Klash.

You like it, Sarge?

- That's nice Spooky, this
is, woo, this is nice but

what you got for us?

- Well,

I really don't know much.

- We know that already, idiot.

- All right, listen Spooky.

Spooky, just tell
us what you do know.

- Well,

I think something
about to happen

at the Klash.

- The Klash.

- Woo.

You know, I might
stay here awhile.

- You look like
you're slippin', man.

- Ha ha, I'm slippin'
like a motherfucker.

- Rude girl mash
up your head bad?

- Yeah, yeah.

She mashed me up bad, man.

My one weakness you
know, beautiful women.

- You see a woman like that

is dangerous,

ambitious

and wicked.

- Yeah.

Deceptive and deadly and

dangerous and selfish and,

yeah.

- Hey.

Something like that
looking something,

if it's not your
life, sugar and cars,

then you're gonna spend the
rest of your days in prison.

Let's go take a swim,
man, and clear your head.

You can think about it.

- I'll pass.

Oh man.

Woo, this shit is good,
this shit is the best.

Hmm.

Brah, I think I better butt

this out before I
start seeing God.

I should stick to liquor.

- I
thought you was dry,

you make a big thing
about being on the wagon.

- Shit happens.

- So you havin' fun?

- Yeah you know, I'm taking
advantage of the situation.

- Me will take some rum.

- What do you want
here, Blossom?

- Can I get a drink?

What you think me come here for?

- Only women answer questions
with other questions.

- Sorry about what
happened yesterday, man.

Lee think he own me.

- Okay rude girl, you're sorry.

Now what do you want?

- Help me.

- Help you, help you do what?

It seems to me like you got all

the help you could
use right about now.

- Help me get away, help
me get away from Lee.

- You're not making
any sense, woman.

It seems to me like you got
it pretty good right now.

What's to leave?

- You think I like
that situation?

You think I enjoy being
under his control?

- You don't look like
you're suffering.

- I just don't wear my suffering

upon my sleeve like
some people I know.

Me do something about it.

- What are you trying to say?

- I'm trying to say
that I need you, now.

- Okay.

Keep talking, what's the deal?

- Worked up a master
deal for Lee, man.

Enough money in bag, you know?

- Well Lee should
be pretty happy.

- Him happy, me not so happy.

- I noticed Lee
doesn't like to share.

- Him sure didn't want to share.

- This sounds
like it could be dangerous.

- Oh wake up Stoney,
life is dangerous.

All you have to do
is make sure we have

a safe connection to get
off this rasclot island.

- Well
what's in it for me?

- Me will split the
with you, 50-50.

- How much?

- A million dolla.

US dolla.

- You're getting my attention.

- Everybody have a dream, Stoney

like that great shot
you wanna take one day.

This one is for me,
I want my life back.

Me know a guy get me my
papers and set me up right

for 20 grand and the rest
of the money are for me.

- You gotta be kidding me, lady.

You fuckin' come
in here and you try

to hustle me with
this bullshit scheme.

- It's a master plan, it
can't fail, Lee trust me.

- Lee trusts you?

Look what you're doing to him.

- Look what him done to me.

- The
motherfucker branded her.

Bastard.

- Wicked
Stoney, they're so wicked.

- Watch this.

- Returning to
the Grand Caymans with

a big bag of money was
starting to sound great.

Blossom could convince me
of anything right about now.

- Then?

- Then came Klash.

- Yeah.

Respect.

For me and John Rock, some
more music inside of Klash.

- All right sounds great.

But not by myself, get
up here and we'll see.

- We are the ones
now, come here.

- Oh my god, look
at this, check it out.

- Hey.

I think we're gonna
bring on stage

the latest fashions
in dancehall.

You think you ready for that?

Yes.

Go ahead.

- I could feel it.

Something was about to jump
off in a big motherfucking way

and I knew I was gonna be
right in the line of fire.

What else is new?

- And it's like a
lot of Jamaican stuff

and I used to get tapes from
different sets and I used to,

like you know what I'm saying,

I used to come and
get like the tapes.

- Hi, ladies.

- Hi.

- Fix it well.

- Don't worry, it'll be clean.

- It's up to you.

- I'm a bad man.

- No man, this is ridiculous.

It's been three days now.

I need to get this air
conditioner working now.

No no no no, you're
not hearing me.

Not tomorrow, now.

- Where the hell
have you been, man?

This place is like a furnace.

Is this the way your company

normally conduct their business?

- I'll see what I can do, boss.

- Christ, you'd believe
we're getting it for free.

- Yeah, Shandi.

- Yo, National Stadium.

Yes I'm here, yo!

Yo!

I'm gonna skin it.

Yo.

Yo play that track, play
that track, put it on.

- What the hell?

Wait a sec.

Yo.

All I seen you messing.

Yo.

I'll show 'em myself, yo.

I'll show you a show.

I'll put on a goddamn show.

Yo, watch out.

I'll show you you can watch.

Here are the problems.

- Walk.

And make me look good.

- Mr. Brown!

- Yo.

- The aftermath
of the robbery was ugly.

Nearly all of
Ragga's men had been

killed or wounded
during the heist.

The show went on
without missing a beat.

- You're late.

Where's the money?

Why didn't you
call me as planned?

- I have some questions for you.

My men dead.

Why?

- Something must
have gone wrong.

- I know something went wrong.

You man, you went wrong.

You set me up.

- Ragga, use your common
sense, you have the money.

So why you come here, to kill me

because your men
couldn't do the job?

Is there any more money?

- Of course there's more.

He hid it in order to
show how clever he is.

- What you playing at?

That's all.

- He lying.

- Do you know where
the money's hidden?

Well stop the game
playing, it's all over now.

So,

if I did set you up,

what the fuck you
gonna do about it now?

- Bumbaclot.

- Ragga trying to

pull something and
he's a dead man.

- Well if him not dead after

all that shooting, I don't know.

- Don't worry, he's
a walking dead man.

You know what to do.

I'll meet you in an hour.

- You want me to take that?

- I'll handle the
luggage myself.

- Boss,

I know it's your woman
but I don't trust her.

- You were right
about everything, Ultimate.

Nothing but blanks in the guns.

Lee double-crossed me, him dead.

Remember that alley
down by Hope Road?

Meet me there

and Ultimate, bring the
stash and I'll kill him.

- Say your
word Spooky man.

Many people get hurt today
and you could've prevent it.

- Yo, I'm
outta here Spooky.

- Moxy, no leave.

- Let Moxy go man,
Moxy need some call.

Just tell what we need to know

or else I'm gonna
turn him loose on ya.

- You know I have no
time for this, man.

What Lee have to
do with this Raas?

Me know him have
something to do with it.

- Give it up, Spooky.

- Lee's not the one.

Pussy control him.

Just like you.

- Hey.

- It's Blossom, she da one.

- What the hell am I doing here?

Did you get it?

- Most of it.

- Most of it?

This is most?

- Yeah.

Now me gonna go get the rest.

- How much?

- It no matter, me want it all.

- No wait a minute, wait
Blossom, don't be crazy.

Look, we don't
have a lot of time.

This has gotta be enough
for the two of us.

- It won't be.

- So it is all about the money.

- No man, it's not just the
money, it more than that.

- More than that?

How much more, what do you want?

That's a hell of a
lot of money there.

We got it fuckin' made,
let's not push it.

- I must push man,
we earned that money.

Okay?

I lay on my back and
sweat for that money,

grind and pulled and
fucked for that money.

Me deserve it, all of it,
all the money and for we.

- Look, I don't care
about the money.

I don't want the money.

- You think Lee gonna
let us get away?

- Fuck me.

- I know the man.

There no way him
rest until we dead.

So there no way me
rest until him dead.

- I don't wanna kill anybody.

- Don't you worry yourself,
me will take care of it.

- Yeah goodnight, this
is Mutta Baruka again on

Cutting Edge on Ire FM.

Enough things happened today.

- I wanted
to call in to say

that what you had
to tell me is right.

Pure Klash going on,
all over gunshots.

Everybody in one
uproar, fighting.

- We're close baby, real
close, everything criss.

- What would you have done
if I hadn't come along?

- But you did come along.

- You get the piece?

- With real
bullets this time.

And our pieces are going
to fuck him tonight.

- That's boy Lee bound
to part with that money.

We have him blooded out.

- He just disappear.
- But where man?

- A stampede.
- Buckets.

- That him there?
- You see him there,

you see him there

- Walker.

Walker!

Oh man, Walker, you down there?

Walker.

Okay.

Oh.

Man.

Shit.

Shit.

- Stoney,
what are you doing?

- Oh shit, man.

I didn't see you.

- I saw you though.

- Yeah.

What?

Look,

look I'm gonna need to
get off the island tonight

and I want to use the boat.

Can we do that?

- Just do what you
have to do, man.

The boatman will be right here.

There's a saying you know,

craving always choke puppy.

Want all, lose all.

- You gotta do what
you gotta do, right?

Tonight,

you arrange it.

Thanks.

Look, I'll be back
in two hours max.

You just wait for me
right here, all right?

- The boatman will
always be here waiting.

- I'll be back.

One for the archives.

- Yeah man.

We must remember this
night, remember it well.

Almost.

- Well,

She had me, I was caught up in

the mix on a dark road
to who knows where.

- This Ragga,
he must be fuckin' mad.

- Him actually hid
the money in the cane field.

- Keep your eyes out

for that son of a bitch Ragga.

- Okay, you wait here
Stoney, me soon come back.

- I don't
like this shit.

- Where's the money?

- There in the box.

You don't drive me no more.

Oh God.

- You know he fucked up.

- Double-crossing bastard.

Where the hell is my money?

Blossom, you know better than
to try that shit with me.

- Let her go, Lee.

- You?

- Yeah me.

I got what you want.

- The money don't mean shit
to me, I've got what you want.

- You tell your men to freeze
or I'll burn this shit up.

You want the money, here it is.

Let her go.

- This isn't like
taking pictures.

- Blast off!

- Boss, shit.

- Shit.

Oh shit, what's he doing?

Ah shit.

- We did it baby,
we did it good.

- Yeah.

- I told you we could do it.

- Let's get the hell outta here.

- How bad is it?

- I'll live, you
almost got me killed.

- Me love you.

You almost did for me

but them can't kill us.

We're invincible terrors!

- Where you going?

- Get the rest of the money.

- Blossom, what-
- Me at least try.

- We don't need any more money.

- Stoney,
I soon come back.

Gimme a kiss.

Stoney, for the archives.

- No!

No!

- You played me, old sport.

So,

here I am.

- So that's it?

- Well I don't
know what more I can say.

- How you get yourself
mixed up in this kinda mess?

Well, you're gonna
need a good lawyer.

You'll probably get off.

But in the meantime
Mr. Stoney, you know

they're gonna make things
very uncomfortable for you.

- What else is new?

I can handle it.

- They've just come back.

- Thanks, Sarge.

Tell me what you think of these.

- The picture.

- Ja,

Rastafari lives.

The last eye and the first.

The father of the
fatherless and the judger

of criminals of this
God-desolate habitation.

It is said unto thy son to
see if I have forgotten thee.

Ask and I'll give
thee the inheritance

and thus the father
deserts from thy position.

So be wise to your
fair rulers and judges

of this earth and be
justified, lest he purges

we as being just rot as
kindled but a little.

A father of the fatherless
and a judge of criminals,

that is God, the
last eye, Rastafari.

Ever living, ever
feared for, ever sure.

Ja.

Rastafari.

Living God.