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(tranquil music)

ZIBA: There's a picture of the Earth from space, it's...

it's called The Blue Marble.

And that's exactly what it looks like.

A marble.

This beautiful, intricate globe.

I would stare at that thing for hours and hours.

The earth is mostly made up of water.

I remember being surprised by that

and other obvious things.

The blue of the oceans.

And the vastness of space.

We had this photo of it in the bathroom.

(distant shouting in Farsi)

ZIBA: It's not until you pull back

that things start to make sense.

You notice that it forms part of a bigger picture.

My imagination would run wild,

looking, staring, studying it.

Endlessly, for days on end.

I guess that's what sparked me to want to know more

and led me here.

That's good to know.

PROFESSOR: Uh...

Is it Zee...Ziba?

Ziba. It's Persian.

Does anyone in your family

have an interest in astrophysics?

No...

I mean...not in my school either.

And you live here in London?

Yes. I think my mum loves the idea of UCL

because she can still feed me!

(chuckles)

Whats the Hubble Constant?

Sorry, could you repeat the question?

The Hubble Constant. What is it?

Okay, so the velocity of the galaxy

is proportional to its distance.

And the Hubble Constant is a scaling factor

of that relation.

Hubble's law led scientists to the conclusion that

it's not individual galaxies flying away

but it's actually the whole universe which expands.

Correct.

Well done.

(uplifting music)

(campus chatter)

(splashing)

(gasping)

(sighing)

(trip hop music)

(alarm ringing)

DR MAGGIE: This asteroid, which passed closer to the earth

than any others have in the past forty years

left behind a trail of debris.

And tonight, our planet

will pass through that debris trail

resulting in one of the most spectacular

meteor showers ever seen.

So, in about 12 hours' time,

get up high to get uninterrupted views of the sky

and check out those shooting stars.

TARA: Morning, stranger!

So...you excited?

Right you're gonna need to remind me of the plan

because I've forgotten it already.

But I trust that it is all in the hands

of our great organiser, Zibi Softie.

Er, anyway...tell me what I need to bring.

Because I seem to remember a bikini

being mentioned at some point but I can't find it,

so I'm swimming in my knickers.

What are you wearing, please?

What do you even wear to collect your envelope of failure?

I went with...she's fucking sexy

even if she ain't the smartest.

Alright. I've missed you.

Please don't cancel on me again.

So excited to see you today.

Okay, love you.

Love, love, love! Over and out!

Sorry I didn't make it out.

Wanted to save my juice for today.

And I'm wearing what I always wear.

And fuck off about you're not the smartest.

You're street smart. That's better.

And yeah, I'll bring the itineraries.

They're printing as I speak.

Busy day ahead, so... go and eat your breakfast.

Over and out.

(message pings)

(sighing)

(background radio)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

DR NOLAN: Miss Soofi?

Yes?

It's Dr Nolan. Are you with Ziba?

Hi Doctor. Yes, yes. Ziba is here

and you're on the loudspeaker.

Good. Good, um...

Mona, I need you and Ziba to come in again today please.

Not today. You promised.

Doctor, is it possible we come tomorrow?

It's A-level results day.

We're on our way to school.

Oh! Of course, yes. Okay, well, best of luck.

Not that you need it.

I'd like to discuss Ziba's latest bloods

and I can't do that over the phone.

I'm going to hold some time this aft...

-(dial tone) -Eh! Ziba!

No.

Will you let me have this one day?

Please. Maman, please.

That's fine. Thank you. Thank you.

Love you, Maman.

(campus chatter)

-Oi, Ziba! -Hello.

Where the fuck have you been all summer?

Missed you too.

-Hello mate -You alright?

Er, Taz says you got a little plan for us today, yeah?

I do, I do.

-What's that? -Here, here and here.

Alight listen. I'm only here for you, Z.

Otherwise I would've swerved this.

None of my brothers even came to school on results day.

-I'm flattered, Shea. -(laughing)

Yeah, you should be.

9:32, meteor shower. Oh what, a light show?

It's not a light show. It's a celestial event.

Celestial event. It's celestial.

Alright, Professor Zib over here.

Look, tonight's astroid is going to be the closest

it's been to Earth for over forty years.

We can't miss it, okay?

I've got an audition later, so I need to...

need to factor that into your little plan, alright?

-Audition? -Yeah.

This girl stopped me in the street,

took my Insta, and dm'd me about this modelling gig.

(giggling)

Told ya I had something special going on with these cheekbones.

(giggling)

Nah, it's probably nothing, but...money if I get it.

No, where is it?

Central, 11:30.

Fine, um, is your dad's car here?

Uh, it's my car now.

But yeah. His audition's congestion zone though.

We'll split it.

-(screaming) -Ah, there she is.

Come here!

Where have you been, you mad woman?

Ah!

MERF: Kiss.

You three split it, I already paid for petrol

You're so fucking tight!

Yeah, don't you work at your dad's garage?

I ain't started yet.

but I'm gonna be Price & Co's most skilled mechanic.

-Oh yeah? -Yeah.

Exhausts, filters, body work. You name it.

I bet your mum and dad are well proud.

-Alright, fuck you man! -Make an orderly queue...

-At least I've got a job! -Thank you very much.

-Yeah, Merf please. -Uh, Peter Curtis.

-Peter Curtis. -There you go. Good luck.

-Tara Dean Miss. -Tara Dean. Right at the top.

-Right at the top. -Good luck. Of the list.

-Ziba Soofi? -Ziba...

-Thank you, Miss. -Good luck.

Shea Price.

Shea Price. Of course, there you go.

-You alright? -Yeah.

She's excited, look at her. Look at this little face.

-I'll miss you, Miss. Bye! -Shut up.

Right, well, who's gonna go first then?

Uhh, I don't even know if I'm gonna open mine to be honest.

Rip off the bandaid, Shea.

You fucking Yank, what?

She doesn't even watch TV.

Blue Planet does not count.

David Attenborough is a national treasure and you know it.

-Can't argue with that. -Sorry, who?

-Shea. -What world do you live in?

I'm just gonna pretend like I didn't hear that, Shea, but...

Let's do it. I'm doing it.

Alright.

Oh shit!

I ripped mine.

(laughter)

Shit.

(poignant music)

Fuck.

They're not as bad as I thought, to be fair.

So, yeah...

Yeah. I don't even need these to be a dancer.

Zib?

Yeah, I did alright.

Come on then.

Yeah. Two A stars, two As. She's a genius.

-Mate, well done. -Yeah, congrats.

-Thanks. -Huh.

What's the matter? You smashed it!

You bummed about those As?

No, no. Just shocked, I guess.

Well, we're not. Right?

-No. -No.

We always knew you were a genius.

You're the only one of us that's definitely

gonna do something big with their life.

That's not true.

You alright?

Huh? Yeah. Yeah!

Yeah...

Nah, I mean...I don't even need these to be a mechanic, do I?

I didn't even tell my dad I was coming today.

Yeah, fuck this pointless piece of paper.

Except yours, Zib, obviously.

Your mum's gonna be chuffed.

Yeah. Look, I'm gonna go to the the toilet.

I'll be back.

Okay.

Too hard on yourself. Let's see.

-Right, what have you got? -Aah...

-What did you get? Come on! -Don't worry about it.

-I bet you it's fine. -Come on...

(laughing)

(poignant music)

MONA: Ziba.

Ziba!

(piano playing)

(coughing)

DR NOLAN: Chronic nosebleeds, the exhaustion.

The pain in your joints.

I have referred you to the teenage ward

at the Royal Marsden.

(distant ambulance sirens)

(piano playing)

(video chatter)

(coughing)

DR NOLAN: The treatment will leave you feeling unwell.

DOCTOR: Some days Ziba,

it is unlikely you'll get out of bed.

TARA: This is a message for Ziba.

You should be here.

(machine beeping)

TEACHER: And that's time. Pens down please.

(pens banging on desks)

(machine beeping)

(long machine beep)

(stall door creaking)

Proud of you, babe. Mwah.

Proud of you too.

Don't be daft, I fucked it.

What's the time?

I don't know.

Coming up 10:15.

Right. Let's get a move on.

Race you to the end of the corridor!

(upbeat music)

Excuse me, ladies!

One foot down at all times!

You know the rules!

What do you reckon?

What?

Car.

Oh, yes. The car.

-Yeah, it's nice. It's nice. -Yeah?

-Yeah. -(laughing)

Why you laughing?

(clears throat)

It's a bit boxy.

-(laughing) -Boxy?

Yeah. Like a matchbox on wheels.

(laughing)

Do you...do you even know how rare this car is?

112,000 miles on the clock.

Still good, L series engine, this. Six cylinders.

-Six? -Yep

Six?

Shea, and what... that's better than?

-Five cylinders? -(laughing)

Nah, this is wasted on you guys, honestly.

We get it Shea, you're gassed about your car.

-(Shea mumbling) -You love her.

Shut the fuck up.

I've missed you guys.

You've been a proper stranger this summer, Zib.

Yeah.

Just...sorting shit out, you know, for uni.

-Mm. TARA: Busy girl.

(clears throat) Aight, light it up, Merf.

What the fuck are you doing?

What does it look like? I'm practicing.

Malcolm's gonna link us later.

-Who? -Yeah, alright.

Bro, just gimme the spliff.

Yeah, give me a second, you fucking crackhead.

Guys, who is Malcolm?

It's alright. We can still go where we're going.

No, I know, but I'm just asking who Malcolm is.

He was in the year above us

and he dropped out to play football.

Bruv, I'm fucking hot in here.

-Yeah. -Roll down the window.

It's not working.

Oh shit, yeah. They don't work actually.

-You what? -Umm...

They don't work.

Alright, just tell Mal to link us at your audition.

-Umm... -Yeah, but the window.

It's supposed to be just the four of us today.

Yeah, and?

He's not in our year, is he? Like, does he have to come?

-Zib! -Calm down, Zib.

-It's not all about you. -Oi!

Look, I'm just sayin'. It's just a joke.

Look, he's fine. He's blessed.

What time's the asteroid thing?

Bottom of your itinerary. Half past nine.

Here you go mate. No, it's alright.

-Thank you. -Yeah.

Mm.

MERF: Baby.

Shut up.

You're not smoking that whilst driving, are you?

Yeah.

We'll get arrested!

-Oi! -Oi, Ziba!

-Did she just take the zoot? -Yeah!

Goody fucking two shoes.

Look I'm not ruining my life

and getting arrested over the sake of a...

-Fuck's sake. -She's back.

We want that back though.

-Come on, Zib. -Come on.

We're celebrating!

Celebrating at 10:30 in the morning?

-Yeah. -Yeah!

Come on. She's back! (laughing)

She's back. She's back.

(tranquil music)

TARA: How you doin', Merf?

-Yeah. Can I have the zoot? -You lookin' forward to it?

TARA: No. MERF: What do you mean?

You need to have a bright face.

They're gonna be taking a Polaroid of you.

Yeah, but it'll just loosen me up and I'll feel really sexy.

TARA: Zib, every time I see a McDonalds, I think of you.

She does this hilarious impression of her mum.

-Go on, do it, please. -It's not that funny.

Oh it is, Zib! Come on.

Please.

-Okay, okay. -Get in!

Basically this is my mum when she speaks

to Taz in an English accent, okay?

(speaking Farsi)

Would you like to go to McDonalds today?

-Or perhaps you, Peter? -Peter!

Peter! Nah, don't do that man.

Maybe I can take you to Burger King.

Or you Shea, perhaps we can go to Subway.

Have a six inch sandwich and a meal!

-Oi! -Or Starbucks, you know?

Oi, Mal's on his way.

I think this is it, actually.

-In here? -Here?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Alright. Found it.

Uh-huh.

-Uh-huh. -Uh-huh.

-Yo... -Alright then, babe.

You got this, bro.

-Kill it, bitch. -Aight.

-See you later, yeah? -Got it. In the bag.

Yeah, yeah. Meet me at the car, yeah?

-Love you. -Go slow, baby.

Bye!

-Get off me! What the fuck... -Oi.

Hey. Lip gloss.

Oh, sorry 'bout that.

Oi Zib, what's the matter?

(sighing)

(eerie background sounds)

(sinister music)

(distant sirens)

Alright, take a seat there.

Give me your bag.

Christ Zib, what have you got in here?

(laughing)

Here.

Thanks.

It's alright, babe.

Doctor said it's 'cause of the stress?

Yeah.

You should be alright now exams are over.

(birds fluttering)

Fuck! I hate birds.

-Not my scene. -Hey yo!

-Yo! What you saying. -Hey!

What you sayin', bruv? You good?

-Yeah, I'm good bro. -Ah. Good to see you man.

-What's up, Malcolm? -Sup, sup, sup, sup.

-How are you? -I'm good.

-This is my bestie, Ziba. -Oh.

Friends since the first day of Year 2.

-Malcolm. -Ziba.

How was results day?

Oh yeah, it was fine.

It's fine bro, she got straight As.

-Yeah. -Ah, is it?

-Shut up, Shea. -(laughing)

You just come from training, Mal?

Yeah, yeah. We had pre-season.

-Nice. -So, what's the plan now?

Um, I mean I'd kill for a beer. Not gonna lie.

ZIBA: What, at this time of day?

Nah. We're probably the only ones in our year not drunk yet.

I mean, he's not wrong.

-Yeah. Drinks on Shea. -You'll be lucky.

Mate, I wish. Nah, I got um...

Wait, wait, wait, wait...

-£5.31 in my account. -Yeah.

So, no.

What you sayin?

Don't look at me!

No money?

Um, I'm gonna catch you guys in a bit, okay?

I'll be back.

What?

Where's she going?

Dunno. Wait for me!

-Where's Merf? -Bro, audition man.

-Oh, yeah, yeah. -Yeah. He texted you?

Yeah. Nah, he should be out soon.

We're gonna meet him at the car.

(buzzer pings)

How much can I get for this? It's less than a year old.

Zib. What are you doing?

(shopkeeper clears throat)

(shopkeeper clears throat)

I give you 250.

What?

It's newer than the one in your window

and that's on for 600.

(slurping)

How are you drinking tea in here? It's like 40 degrees.

Okay, then I give you 350.

No way, look.

Do we need to go to your competition across the road?

Zib, your mum is gonna kill you.

Trust me.

Final offer, 500.

You are in cuckooland if you think

I'm gonna give you 500 for this.

Look at the state of this thing!

What are all these stickers?

Come on! Take it away.

Is that you?

Yeah.

You graduated from UCL?

I applied there too.

What did you study?

Computer science.

Oh sick. I'm studying sciences too.

Astrophysics course.

Mhm.

Hey...computer science degree means that

you know this laptop's got a 3 gigahertz processor.

UCL.

I bet your parents were well proud.

Yes, they were.

Okay, little girl.

I give you 450.

-Deal. -Zib...

I'll take it in tens and twenties actually.

Zib, what the fuck?

Will you just leave it. Look, trust me.

Thank you.

You're fucking mad.

(emotional music)

400, 420, 440, 450!

(laughing)

We're fuckin' minted now, mate.

Ay, what's good, Malcolm?

-How's Saka 2.0? -Yeah, good.

Ai what, show us your blue steel then, Merf.

-Funny guy. TARA: No, go on. Show us.

This is angry.

(laughing)

-This is happy. -Yeah.

And this is my get paid face.

Oh yes, oh, money please, now.

-Ooh. -(laughing)

Get away bro, urgh!

I am fucking sweating my tits off here.

Zib, will you open that window please?

Again Taz, it doesn't work.

(screeching)

Yeah, sorry about that.

(Tara screeching)

Right, well I wouldn't even be fucking complaining

if there was more room back here.

Complaining, complaining. Why don't you just, fucking...

Why don't I let you out at the next station

and you can walk, then.

-Get some exercise. -(laughing)

Excuse me!

-Taz, is he calling us fat? -He's calling us fat, mate!

Cheeky. No drinks for him then.

Bruv, he's winding you up!

Whatever. Where we going?

I gave you each an itinerary for a reason.

-Yeah, I'm drivin', ain't I? -Shea! Eyes on the road!

Portabello.

What...what?

We never go there.

I want to get something.

SHEA: What do you wanna get?

I want to get a sandwich.

(laughing)

Are you serious?

Yeah! Like no, it's the...

it's the best sandwich I've ever had in my life, okay?

What, and you want us to all come and have it with you?

Look, it will all make sense once we get there.

I'll buy the sandwich, eat it,

and then I'll buy you drinks so you can shut the fuck up okay?

-Oooh! -Okay!

Where's this come from?

Ziba!

SHEA: Shut the what-what?

Shut the front door! What you talking about?

Ladbroke Grove end, please.

Yes sir!

I think we're about to pass my place by the West way.

You think we could stop for a second so I can get changed?

I don't mind.

I mean...

er, Zib?

Do we really have to?

I'd really appreciate it.

(upbeat music)

Be quick please.

I'll be two minutes though. Yeah?

Yeah, alright.

Yo, what was that bro?

Can I, um, use your toilet?

-Thanks. -This way.

Yo, say hi to Tonya for me though.

(laughing)

She made a beautiful son.

-Ai, how much for another one? -Shut up, Shea!

You lived here long?

Nah, not really.

Er, we used to live round the corner.

Um, then my dad passed away and we moved.

Sorry.

Oh no, it's cool.

You?

-Yeah, west. -West, yeah?

Just me and my mum though.

-Yeah? -Mhm.

Where's your dad?

Left, somewhere... I don't really know.

(toy sounds)

Yeah, but it's about 40 degrees in here.

-Hi Mum. -You're back early.

There's literally no air in here!

-Hi Mia. -Can you please send someone...

round tomorrow to unseal the windows?

Hello.

-That's Ziba. -Hi.

-What's your name? -Mia.

Cute. What's his name?

Ted.

Oh yeah, yeah. Show her your skills.

TONYA: Yes!

Okay.

Yep. Okay, thank you.

-She's sweet. -She is sweet. Yeah, she is.

How was training?

Oh, we had a half sesh today.

Gotta grab some stuff from my room.

Okay.

Nice to meet you, I'm Tonya.

Ziba.

Sorry, can I use your bathroom?

Yeah, it's just there.

Thank you.

(water running)

(poignant music)

(soft footsteps)

What is it?

Um, coach called me into his office this morning.

Not the boots again.

Nah. Nothing about the boots.

Look, if you can hold up till Christmas

I can probably get a new pair by then.

Mum. It's not about the boots.

Well, spit it out!

They're not renewing my contract.

What?

Yeah. Coach told me to tell you to give you this.

So you could call...

I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to do that.

-It's okay. -I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

Ten years, Malcolm.

Ten years.

Dropping you off. Picking you up.

All this money on kit.

Everything I have done.

And your dad too.

You think I meant for this to happen?

(floorboards creaking)

Where are you going?

We have to talk about this!

(door slams)

Malcolm, wait!

Malcolm, can you please wait for me?

(Malcolm sighing)

(sombre music)

Please don't tell the others.

Of course.

-Alright. -Oooh.

-Where the fuck were you two? -Would you look at who it is.

-What time do you call this? -Yeah, sorry I was late.

-Come on, man! -Aight get in.

-Got places to be. -Your car, Sir.

Apparently we're going to get a fucking sandwich.

(engine starts)

(upbeat music)

-Hoho! -Oh, here she is.

-Dah, dah, dah-dah! -So royal!

-Dah, dah, dah-dah! -The sandwich of all sandwiches.

-The life-changing snack. -Yeah, alright.

It is life-changing, I'm telling you!

What's in it, like...falafel?

-Yeah, well done, bruh. -(laughing)

Listen...

Falafel, hummus, aubergine, pickles and...

Tahini.

You know you can get that on any high street, right?

-Na ah, not like this. -Tahini.

This is literally the best sandwich I ever remember eating.

When have you been comin' Portabello?

Used to come this way, what?

Every weekend with my grandad.

Been a few years though.

How can this girl remember a sandwich she had like,

years ago, and I can't remember my number?

MERF: And that's why she got A stars and you got 3 Es.

-You got some on your... -Ooh!

Go on then, how is it?

-It's fresh still. -Orgasmic.

-How would you know? -You want some?

Yeah, come on. Okay.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

-Ooh! -She got the pepper as well.

SHEA: Watch the pickled pepper.

Oh! Fuck me!

-Yes! -Yeah?

Mm! Ooh!

Yeah, fuck that. I don't want that anyway.

Mm mm.

What did I say? They don't call it Falafel King for nothing huh?

-Oh, he is the king of falafel. -Oh shit. Mm mm.

TARA: Fuck.

Try that, man.

Right?

-I rate it. -It's good, you know.

I told you, and you didn't wanna drive me.

-Nah, I never said that. -You did.

I never said that. Have a bit, bro.

-I'm not hungry. -No?

-Oh, Zib. -Mm?

-Look. -Shit.

Right. Bathroom. Come on.

-Yes. -Take that.

Come on darling.

Huh?

It's alright bro, she gets these sometimes.

-Yeah? -Mm.

Are you alright, Zib?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Come on. I mean, the way you have been lookin' at him.

He's been looking at you too.

Oh... I mean...

-He's fit. -(knocking)

We're in here.

Alright. It's Shea.

Yes?

I think it's time we got them drinks we were promised.

Ugh, cheeky sod.

I'm fine by the way. Thanks for asking.

Twat.

So...how do I look?

Like a Persian Hermione Granger.

-I wish. -That was a dig!

-Really? -Yes! Loser.

SHEA: Oh, hello... -Coming!

Next stop the heath, I'll buy your drinks on the way.

(upbeat music)

Bruv, it's fucking hot in here man.

Yo, put that AC on.

Bro, this car's like 40 years old, there's no AC.

Ugh, fuck's sake!

It doesn't even fucking move, Shea!

Hey...Taz.

Thank you.

Mate, don't leave me out.

It's comin'!

-Come on! -Ugh!

-Or me. -What you doin'?

-Stop messin' with that. -(coughing)

It's the devil's finger right in your lungs.

-It's kinda funny -(coughing)

-Nah, I'm good. Thanks though. -Yo, gimme that, man.

-Where we goin'? -Oh my god...

(coughing)

Hampstead Heath, sorry. I packed a spare itinerary.

Here.

-Yo, get out of the road! -Watch where you're going!

You fucking saw him, he just ran in front of me.

It's almost like he didn't pass his test.

11:59.

What are we doing at 11:59?

-What do you mean? -Huh?

At the bottom of the schedule

(sighing)

MERF: Oh yeah, mine don't have that.

Nah, me neither. Nothing.

-Zib? -Last train, sorry.

Oh. Oh shit.

-Shea. -Yo.

Can you turn it up?

(urban music)

-Ah, mate. -Show them the ID.

I haven't got it. I Ieft it at home.

Aaah. He's useless.

See how it's shaped like a fluffy cauliflower?

These are the type of clouds we usually get in England

during the summer.

Cumulus clouds.

-That one looks like a feather. -(giggling)

(laughing)

That one looks like a heart.

Oh yeah.

-That one looks like a puppy. -Oh yeah.

-I can see its ears. -Yeah.

-What the fuck? -(laughter)

(laughs) That one looks like a dildo.

(laughter)

What, like your dick? Short and tiny.

Ohhhh!

(laughing)

Haha.

Do you wanna know something weird?

-Go on. -Here we go.

If the sun died right now,

we wouldn't know about it for another eight minutes.

What?

That's how long it takes for the light to reach Earth,

so if it did stop...

we'd just be sitting here

and we wouldn't know about it till then.

So, we're basically looking back in time?

Yeah, you know, something like that.

How many minutes?

Eight.

-Till complete darkness? -Complete darkness

(laughing)

Yeah, what would you do?

In eight minutes?

Drop a pill, go raving.

(laughing)

-All that in eight minutes? -I think so.

I'd fuck someone's brains out.

-Shea! -Eeergh!

-You mean lose your virginity? -Hey!

Yeah! Funny guy!

(laughing)

-Oi. -For jumpin'?

I think I'd lie down, close my eyes

and try to remember the best things

that ever happened to me.

Shit, man.

I'd probably call my gran and tell her that I love her.

-That's sweet. -Mm.

(mobile phone buzzing)

SHEA: Do you want one?

-Oi! -Oh, sorry love.

What you doin?

You alright?

Zib?

-Ziba? -What are you doing?

-No! Yes! Go on, girl!

-Hey! Do it! -Yeah!

(cheering)

-Zuu! -Zuu!

(laughing)

Come on, then!

-Fuckin' come on then! -(screaming)

(splashing)

(screaming)

(poignant music)

I've drunk too much for this.

What have you had, like half a can?

Lightweight. Guilty.

Yeah.

Me too, just don't tell Merf.

I should bring my little sister here.

She'd love it.

So, what you gonna do?

Yeah...um...

There's no point getting upset over something I can't change.

Probably go on some trials.

Maybe I'll just pack it in.

You'd really just quit football?

Yes. Maybe.

Do something else.

What's your plan?

Got a place at uni.

Oh. Which one?

UCL.

Wow. Smart.

Not really.

Nah, Merf said you're the cleverest girl in school.

(laughs) You mean he said I'm a nerd!

Nah, nah.

It was very complimentary. I promise.

I wish I worked a bit harder now. But hey.

Wait, if you're going to uni...

how comes you sold your laptop?

Tara can't keep her mouth shut, can she?

What time are we going to the next thing? I'm bored.

-Woo. -(laughter)

Race you back.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

-Let's go. -Come on.

(laughing)

Oohoo!

(laughing)

(chatter)

Girls. Dash your stuff in the boot.

You're not driving though, right?

Yeah, why?

-Shea, you've had four beers. -Five beers.

Bro, shut the fuck up. I'm cool to drive. It's fine.

What time is this celestial event?

Half past nine. We've got ages.

Right, well...we can get bikes.

-Seriously, I'm good. -Shea.

You lot cycle. I will meet you there.

We'll come back for the car later.

Bikes will be fun.

-Fine, fine. Alright, alright. -Hey!

(boot slams)

(mellow music)

-Whose idea was this? -Fucking Merf.

-Ugh. -I think.

-Can't do it.

To be fair, we are all way too smashed to drive, so...

(laughing)

Aight, you never approach a girl from behind.

Always from an angle, ideally, like, 45 degrees.

Oh right, yeah, yeah.

Let me just get my protractor out.

Merf, shut up man.

Nah I swear they can see you in their periperal vision.

-Haha! Periperal? -What? What did you say?

-Huh, what? -Peripheral.

Periph...yeah, that's what I said.

-Bro you said... -Also...

Also, you've only got a nine second window

to chat to a girl after you make eye contact.

-Alright -Oh my...

Otherwise the moment is gone, right?

And you never get it back, bro. Trust me.

Yeah, yeah. It's like taking a shot at the goal, you know?

The best ones you just hit without thinking, you know?

See the moment, take it.

If you think about it, you'll scuff it.

Yeah bro, see he gets it.

Boys, no hands.

-No hands. -No hands.

Oh look, look. Oooh!

You know, once he's had enough to drink.

He'll make his way over and slowly...

Grind on me from behind. No words.

Why won't he talk to you? Like a normal person.

Ziba, if you know any normal boys,

please send them my way.

-Malcolm seems normal. -Stop it.

MALCOLM: Look at the size of these houses.

Yeah bro. Bishop's Avenue.

Most of them are empty too.

Russian and Chinese billionaires.

Apparently A$AP stayed here once.

Maybe you can get one one day with that footballer money.

Yeah, how much are they paying you these days?

I'd get paid more to work at Starbucks, I reckon.

Ah, nah. Give it a couple years bro, you'll be rollin' in it.

What's the galdem sayin'?

-Huh? -What, Zib?

Yeah.

-Nah. -Nah.

-No what? -Nah, bro.

Nah. She ain't got a boyfriend.

-Yeah? -Never has.

Why, what you thinkin'?

No, nothin'.

-What you thinkin' -Aah!

(laughing)

Bro, that's the biggest smile I've seen all day.

So...

Mm.

Does he have a girlfriend?

Mmm! I knew it! No.

-I asked Merf in the car. -Of course you did.

Mhm. You'd be a great WAG.

-Mm. -Woohoo.

Woo-oo!

(laughing)

(screaming & laughing)

Wee, wee, wee, wee!

(thud)

(sombre music)

DR NOLAN: It seems it's even more aggressive

than what we first thought.

If...left untreated,

it can become extremely dangerous.

So, I strongly advise that you defer your place at university

and commence treatment immediately.

We need to start treatment this week.

Am I gonna die?

This is a horrible conversation.

We do understand that, but we...

We have to be honest with you.

There is a possibility.

TARA: Ziba? SHEA: Zib!

TARA: Zib! MERF: Zib!

TARA: Zib.

MERF: Zib. TARA: Ziba?

Jesus Christ, you gave us a right fright!

(groaning) Where am I?

Oi, you fell off your bike, mate.

Have you got her mum's number?

No, no, no. She'll only worry.

It's probably just my blood pressure.

Maybe you should... eat something.

SHEA: We went all the way to Notting Hill

-for a fucking sandwich. -Shea!

Something sweet maybe.

MALCOLM: Hey, you scratched your face.

Bro, did you hear her smack the fucking ground?

No, I didn't.

TARA: Shall I call Mona then?

She'll only worry.

TARA: Maybe she should worry.

You just hit your head off the fucking concrete.

-I'm fine. Seriously. -Ziba...

I knew something was going on when she was like...

Yeah, no. I can cycle her back or...

get a cab or somethin'.

Yeah, yeah. Do that.

Ziba.

I'm not tryna be your mum or anything, but come on.

Maybe you should lie down, we can do this another day.

The meteor shower happens once every 40 years,

so no, we can't do this tommorrow, can we?

Dumb bitch.

(solemn music)

(sighing)

Aight, I guess we'll just cotch here then, hey?

I've got a little axe, right, next to my front door.

Yeah.

-They'll come in. -Yeah.

Don't know how many guys. Could be any of them.

And then they've see me in there, right?

-Yeah -I'm not gonna do that...

Ok, so imagine I'm one of them. Imagine I'm one of them.

-Yeah, you alright man? -(shouting)

They're not gonna... they're not gonna stay

to see whether I'm gonna use it or not.

Aight, I need a piss, so...

-Yeah? -Yeah, me too.

Zib?

I'll hang here.

(sighing)

(sighing)

(ringing tone)

(chatter in Farsi)

(phone ringing)

I know, I know. I'm sorry.

So...

I got four As.

(screaming)

You're breaking up, I can't hear you.

Call you la...call you later.

What?

I was gonna save it for the light show but...

Fuck it.

Can I have some?

What?

Can I have some?

You done this before? You know it's shrooms, right?

No.

But I fancy it.

You fancy it.

(laughing)

Uh...

Yeah. Maybe let's wait for Taz.

Why do you lot always treat me like I'm a child?

I'm sick of it.

You being serious?

(giggling)

Alright then. (laughs)

Alright. (clears throat)

Ziba.

Alright though, listen.

You have a bad trip... it's on you.

I won't have a bad trip.

"I won't have a bad trip."

What, you had a couple tokes on a spliff,

-now you're a class A expert? -Shut up!

No, you shut up man.

Fuckin'..."I won't have a bad trip."

(laughing)

Oi, only have a half, yeah?

Try chew it as well, don't...

That weren't half.

Jesus.

(laughing)

It's comin', Zib.

Oooh!

Shit.

(clears throat)

Oh yeah, how long are we here for?

Who cares?

Alright.

(folk music)

(chatter in Farsi)

I'm so proud of you.

ZIBA: I'm comin' up nicely

-Wavey. -(laughing)

There's like...levels.

(laughing)

I like this side of you, Zib.

Nice to meet ya.

(laughing)

I'm sorry about before, Taz.

Nah, don't worry babes.

Taz, I love you!

I love you.

(laughing)

(chatter in Farsi)

(tranquil music)

MONA: Love you so much.

How many we on now?

-Nineteen. -Jeeez.

(giggling)

Oh, what is that?

It's just a ladybird.

-Oh. -(laughing)

Hi friend.

Yo, do you remember when we were obsessed with bugs.

And we went to that zoo on that mad hot day,

just to look at some beetles or some shit.

What, when we were like, seven?

Yeah.

You know it was your idea to go?

Yeah well...

I fucking love penguins, man.

You kind of have penguin energy, you know?

Penguin energy? What the fuck does that even mean?

I can't describe it, you just...

You crack me up, that's all.

I miss you, Zib.

(poignant music)

Are you good, yeah?

Yeah...yeah, I'm good.

You know I'm always here if you need me, right?

I'm always here for you too. Always.

Day one.

Day one.

Love you. Peter.

Shut up. Right, come on.

This space thing ain't gonna watch itself.

(laughing)

MERF: Hey, it'd better be worth the hype.

ZIBA: Do you think we're good people?

What?

Think you're a good person?

Nah.

You know the whole time my mum was in hospital

I only saw her twice.

And the last time I saw her she asked about my grades.

So, I lied to her.

I faked them.

How'd you manage that?

I photoshopped the certificates.

She thinks I got Bs.

At least I inherited her sense of humour.

She had the best laugh, you know.

Anyway, hospitals are shit, yeah. Do not recommend.

ZIBA: Well...I don't think of you as a bad person.

No.

I think you're the kindest person that I know.

Stop it.

What about you, Taz?

What, am I a good person?

Nah probably not.

Stole £640 once.

When?

Last summer when I worked in that deli.

Envelope dropped out the delivery guy's coat

and I just...

picked it up. Put it in my apron.

Jeez Tara.

What did you do with it?

Spent it, mate.

Clothes...

Going out...

Boys who didn't deserve it.

Stupid shit.

I killed a baby chicken when I was 13.

-What the fuck. -Shea!

How?

I was on my aunt's farm.

and uh...

she had all these baby chickens running around.

And I grabbed one and held it under a stream of water.

Just wanted to see if I could kill something.

Jesus Christ, Shea!

Way to bring the mood down.

Nah, I...

I wanted to know if I had it in me.

Turns out I don't. I mean, I killed it. But...

I hated myself for it ever since.

Still have nightmares about that fucking bird.

TARA: Fuckin' hell.

What about you, Zib? Surprise me.

(poignant music)

I haven't done anything for the past two years!

I haven't done anything!

I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't do it.

Come on, let's hear it.

Umm...I don't know.

MERF: No, no, no. It was your question.

MALCOLM: Come on Ziba, your turn.

Um...got nothing! I'm a goodie-two-shoes, innit?

Boring.

-Until now. -Yeah, trust me.

Fuck.

MERF: Yo, yo, yo, what you doin', mate?

SHEA: Bro, what the...

Livin'.

MERF: Are you mad?

Bro, please. Just shut the fuck up so I can enjoy it.

-Sorry, I didn't mean to... -No, no. Seriously, it's okay.

No, no. It's not okay.

It will show up on your piss test, bro!

My football club won't find out about me smoking weed

because I no longer have a football club.

They dropped me this morning.

Are you okay?

Yeah. At least my dad wasn't there to see it.

Last ten years, down the drain as my mum put it this morning.

Shit.

Yeah.

MERF: Bro, why... why didn't you say something?

You know the season before last?

I had the second most assists.

Thirteen.

I had a few bad games, sure, but...

To just let me go? Just like that?

After ten fucking years.

MERF: They're makin' a massive mistake, man.

SHEA: Yeah.

-Well, if it's any consolation. -Mhm?

I think you've got the best right foot of everyone here.

MERF: Yeah.

Not the best left though, that would be me.

-Thanks! -Give me that fucking zoot.

Give me that shit before I tell your mum.

-(laughing) -My guy.

-Thanks fellas. -Shit.

Bad man.

Fuck me, man.

So...when's this light show then?

Celestial event!

Come on.

Less than an hour.

TARA: I'm fuckin hungry.

-Again. -Mm.

We could order a pizza?

-Yes! -Oooh.

-The devil's pancake. -Yeah, man.

-The devil's what? -Take that.

No, no, let me get these. Let me get these.

What do you guys want?

-American hot! -Mhm.

MERF: Daviola.

-Hawaiian, bro. -Hawaiian, yeah?

Hawaiian?

Oh my god...

-Shea! Mate! -What's wrong with that?

You need to sort out your taste!

-Brown car, Hawaiian pizza! -(laughing)

-Ai, what the fuck! -No!

-You're just a hater. -I swear to God...

You okay?

Yeah. I think so.

Thanks for letting me tag along.

Didn't really have a choice.

Like that, is it?

I'm messing, I'm messing.

You're okay though?

Yeah. Just gotta figure out what the fuck I do now.

Yeah, I...I get what you mean.

Huh?

No, it's just...

It's all change right now, isn't it?

You got UCL waiting for you.

Yeah, well...

Look, sure I can't get these?

No, no, already done. My treat.

-Pizza for Malcolm. -Yeah, that's me.

Ziba...alright...

(romantic music)

Are you sure?

(kissing & moaning)

Um...

What?

Your nose is bleeding.

Fucking perfect.

You okay?

We can...we can keep going.

It's fine. We can keep going.

It's not just a nose bleed.

Is it?

I'm fine.

You can tell me, Ziba.

The guys are worried about you. Everyone's been talking.

You were all talking about me?

No, no, no, we're...

Everyone's worried. Everyone's worried about you.

I literally just met you.

I'm sorry.

No.

I'm sorry.

Oh, forget this.

(sombre music)

(suspenseful music)

(splashing)

TARA: Thanks for these, Zib. They're delish.

MERF: Mm. Yeah, cheers Zib.

Wasn't me, Malcolm got 'em.

-Oh. Cheers Mal. -Thanks Mal.

Cheers Mal.

(alarm pings)

Any second now.

Where should we be lookin'?

(joyous music)

Ai, not gonna lie, that was fucking live, man!

-Mad! -Yo!

-Yo, so sick, so sick. -I guess that's it then.

I thought it was gonna hit the earth, but then it just kept

goin' and goin' and goin' and goin' and going!

If you guys are done now, I can book you a cab back west?

Us? What about you?

I've got somewhere I need to go.

-What you on about?

-I'm kinda buzzin' right now. -(cheering)

-Yo, we could hit that party. -Yeah!

-Yeah, come on! -(cheering)

(cheering)

-Alright, come on, let's go! -The pizza! The pizza...

We need to get some drinks!

(laughing)

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

(train clattering)

(solemn music)

(uplifting music)

(distant club music)

Yeah, what was that you said, Shea?

I'm not a fucking psychic, am I?

Nah, nah. It's moving quite quickly.

-Is it? -Yeah.

I need a drink so bad.

Look, there's a stand over there.

I'll get some waters.

Yo, yo, get some Cubas.

-I'll be two minutes. -Alright. cool.

(crashing)

(screaming and shouting)

-Fucking hell, man! -He's bleeding!

MERF: Wake up, wake up, wake up.

Malcolm!

-Come on, mate. -Fuck!

Fucking hell!

Call a fucking ambulance, man!

Tell them there's a lot of blood, man.

Tell them there's a lot of fucking blood, yeah?

-Can they come quicker? -Three minutes.

-He's really fucking hurt. -They're coming.

Merf, is he breathing?

He's breathing!

His leg is fucked!

-It's my fault, Taz! -(ambulance sirens)

It's my fault!

(ambulance sirens)

(alarm ringing)

(sobbing)

(sobbing)

(ambulance sirens)

PARAMEDIC: Signs of internal bleeding

We need to get going!

Malcolm, can you hear me?

Just try and take some deep breaths.

Okay, Ziba, listen to me. He's unconscious.

(alarm ringing)

(splashing)

(ambulance sirens)

(sobbing)

DOCTOR: So the good news is Malcolm is now stable.

Now, he does have some very serious injuries.

And we had to rush him to emergency theatre.

He has three broken ribs and one punctured lung.

Now, it might be quite upsetting to see him in this state, but...

Please rest assured that he's in the best possible hands.

You can still speak to him, and him to you.

He does also have a broken leg

with a lot of tissue damage, but

we're doing everything that we can.

I'll let you know as soon as

there's any further developments.

Thank you, doctor.

He's ready for a visitor now

but please can we keep it to one at a time?

This way.

(sombre music)

(sobbing)

Happy fucking results day, guys.

(laughter)

Oi, this...us.

Doing stupid shit.

That's all that matters.

Soppy twat.

(laughing)

-Okay. -He tries.

-I try. -(laughing)

(sombre music)

I'm sorry I've let you down, Mum.

But...

I'll get back on my feet, you know.

I'll go do some trials.

Don't worry about all that.

All that matters is that you're alive.

Mm?

(kissing)

I'm just popping to the bathroom.

You crying for me, yeah?

Barely.

(coughing)

Hey.

Hi.

This is the strangest first date ever.

This was a first date?

(chuckling)

(coughing)

I'm playin'.

You better be.

For real, though...

Thanks for today.

Best thing that could've ever happened to me, I reckon.

What do you mean?

Um...

(coughing)

How are you? You okay? (coughing)

(sighing)

You sure?

Yeah.

(poignant music)

I want you to fix up first.

Yeah.

See you.

See you.

(poignant music)

Get some rest. Try not to chunder.

I will! (giggling)

Right. I love you. I'll see you tomorrow.

-Taz. -Yeah?

There's something I need to tell you.

I haven't been well this whole summer.

Me and mum, we went to the doctors and...

Come here.

I know, Zib.

I know.

(tender music)

(sighing)

-I'm sorry, Taz. -Stop it.

I wanted to tell you.

(tender music)

(lock clicking)

I fell.

Fell?

(door closing)

(bag unzipping)

(phone vibrating)

(music playing)

(folk music)