TOMMY: Oh, sorry, I - ____(1)_____... 

 

AUNTIE: Well, you might as well come in and rest your soles and have some tea. Do you have something 

 

there for me, Tommy? 

 

TOMMY: Yeah... This place feels familiar to me, uh - it's - a smell from childhood - a _(2)_... 

 

AUNTIE: Now Tommy, I'm going to whisper a lickle errand for you. Hear me well, aye? 

 

TOMMY: You look like someone I, I... 

 

AUNTIE: The Cubans have fast boats they use to cross the seas with drugs. It is their livelihood. Me 

 

nephew bin making lickle flying bombs to take dem out. Blow de boats to coffin wood. 

 

TOMMY: Thanks for the tea.