All language subtitles for Top.Boy.2019.S02E04.Fully.Loaded.Headache.MULTi.AD.1080p.NF.WEB.DDP.H265-BTT_track10_[eng]

[brooding ambient music playing]

[keys rattling]

[door locks]

[Sarah] You all right, Ruben?

[sighs deeply]

Not a morning person myself either.
Can I get you a tea or coffee?

I want my solicitor.

[Lee] Your solicitor has been notified.

We will start the formal interview
when he arrives.

This is just a little informal chat.

Informal chat?

What, with you people?

[Lee] You see us writin'
anything down, Ruben?

I'm not recordin' anything.

It won't go any further than 'ere.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

Okay. Over the past six months,
police officers have stopped

a number of vehicles driven
by gang-affiliated youths in the borough.

A significant number of those cars
are registered to you, Ruben.

All my vehicles

have insurance and road tax.

I don't know nothin'
about no gang-affiliated youth.

Do you know where
those gang-affiliated youths went

after the officers stopped them?

They went round the houses a bit,

wanting to make sure
they weren't being followed, I reckon.

And then they dropped the car.

The one registered in your name, remember?

Into your shabby little garage
in Tanner Lane.

You sure I can't get you
that coffee, Ruben?

'Cause we've actually got
quite a lot to talk about.

For instance,

do you know this man?

He was shot dead.

A bullet to the head
at a filling station in London last year.

He was traveling in one of your vehicles.

So it makes him a victim

if he was shot dead, no?

At the time,
Mr. Green was involved in a shootout

with men in a second vehicle.

A BMW X5.

Do you have a BMW X5, Ruben?

Why are you asking me this?

These are just hypothetical questions.

BMW X5.

There's a million X5's out there.

I'm not saying nothing
till my brief gets here.

[Lee] Just help us, Ruben.

'Cause you're not really
even the one we're interested in.

The one we're interested in
is your friend Dushane Hill.

We've been taking a long, hard look
at Dushane for quite a while now.

And let me put it to you this way,

Dushane's due.

In fact, he's overdue.

We're gonna put him away,

and you can help us with that.

[Lee] You'd be doing yourself a big favor.

[Sarah] Tell you what,
I'll let you think about it.

Take your time.
We'll go and get you that coffee.

-[bangs on door]
-[keys rattling]

[door opens]

[sighs]

[door slams]

[whirring]

-[knocking]
-[Dushane] Come in.

-[switches blender off]
-[Jeffrey clears throat]

-Shoes.
-Oh yeah. Almost forgot.

-[toy squeaks]
-Oops.

[bell jingles]

Don't ask, bruv.

All right.

So Summerhouse is going well, no?
It's going very well.

But there's always something, you know?

Couple of the residents
are playing silly buggers,

which means we can't get
the bulldozers in till they're out.

I thought you and your investors
were meant to know how to deal with that.

Yeah, well, back in the day,
it wasn't a problem.

It was easy, you know,
you'd send in a… couple of henches,

threaten to break a leg or two.

But now it's all, like,

health and safety, nanny state, all that.

Now all we can do is make life, um…

a bit unpleasant for them, you know?

The trouble is that takes time.

And time for us is money.

A lot of money.

The investors are getting impatient.
And the thing is you know these people.

The ones refusing to leave.

Yeah?

One of them is your mum.

The investors have asked me to ask you,

you know, if you'd have a word.

Done.

Great.

Good. Great.

You wanna stay
and wash the dishes or somethin'?

["Mahmouma" by Nass El Ghiwane playing]

[Mounir] You were business class?

No.

Business class not worth the money
if it's a short trip.

The flight was, uh, pfft, three hours?

Yeah, somethin' like that.

But flight was good?
You were comfortable? Everything was good?

Yes. All good, bro.

Good. I'm happy.

Uh, listen, I need to see my uncle.

Very quickly.
He lives here, off this road.

It's okay with you?

How far is it?

Not too far, just nearby.

Okay? He's an old man.

Very nice, very gentle.

Okay?

["Mahmouma" continues playing]

-[horns blaring]
-[people speaking Darija]

[Mounir sighs]

I'll be back in a minute.

So, uh, you want water? You want coffee?
Are you hungry?

-[Jamie] Nah, man, it's calm.
-[Mounir] Okay.

[Jamie] Yo, how long
you gonna be though, man?

G, you're makin' me feel like
you ain't even takin' this serious.

Yeah.

-What do you mean, yeah?
-Yeah.

I need to know why
Juan El Bueno was sittin' there waitin'.

It don't make sense.

Don't worry, we'll get to the bottom.

How can I not worry?

This is a serious situation, bro.

And your boss promised us
everything was gonna work out fine.

Right now, it's not.

This is you man's guarantee.

Of course.

And you have my word.

We're going to fix this.

[Mounir speaking Darija]

[trader shouting]

I think we booked you in for a pedicure.

Do you know, I think it was the…

[Shelley] Oh, okay. All right. Cool.

-[Naomi] Hi.
-[Shelley] No problem.

-What did you get last time?
-Shelley.

["The Bloom" by Wesley Joseph
playing over speakers]

-Can I have a word, please?
-Uh, yeah, just give me a minute.

I'll just be outside.

Uh, you can wait in here if you like.

I can get you a tea, coffee,
or a hand massage.

I'm good, thanks.

[Naomi]
Well, you can't knock me for tryin'.

[Shelley] Sorry about that. [chuckles]

Nah, no problem.

Business good?

Yeah, we're gettin' there.

You know Mandy, Dris's baby mum?

I don't know her like that,
but I know of her, yeah.

She's been in jail for a little while.
She just come out.

Um…

They got her staying
up in that hostel, on Jane Street?

She's been through a lot, Mandy.

Um, I don't really like to ask, but…

there ain't really much work goin' on
for people like her.

Not really much work
goin' on period, really.

So I don't know, if you ever needed, like,

an assistant or somethin'…

Good girl, you know.

She's decent people.

Okay, yeah. Tell her to come see me.

A'ight.

Obviously, whatever you pay or, you know,

if you was to give her this job,
whatever you pay her,

I'll make sure I come
and give that back to you.

Look, it's fine.

No, I wanna do that. And please, don't
even let her know it's come from me.

Listen, if I can help
in any way that I can, then I will.

-It's cool.
-All right.

I'll tell her to come through later.

I'm sure you know
it's mad me even bein' here askin',

'cause me and Dushane ain't really…
you know what I mean?

Look, Sully,
that's between you and Dushane.

A'ight.

[sighs]

["AVEN9ERS"
by Unknown T (feat. KO & V9) playing]

♪ Bare residue in the air when it boots ♪

♪ Who's gettin' a twos
Cuh the smoke too blemish ♪

♪ When my niners get round
They dread it ♪

♪ No left, right
Just step round and shell it ♪

♪ Bro might load that gauge
Then sneeze at your brain ♪

♪ It's a new pandemic
Jailhouse ting I was doin' up Snap… ♪

[Mounir] How do you like Morocco?

I'll be real.

This is the sort of shit
that you only see in the movies, man.

-[Jamie] Wow, man.
-[Mounir] You like the place?

[Jamie] It's fuckin' beautiful.

[speaking Darija]

-This is mental.
-[kids clamoring]

[speaking Darija]

-Ay, Mounir, man.
-[Mounir in English] Yeah, it's okay.

[speaking Darija]

[in English] Please. For you.
Money. Please. For you.

-Please.
-Nah, I can't, man. I'm sorry.

-Nah, man. I'm sorry, little man.
-[speaks Darija]

[Mounir in English] Please sit.

["9Ortass" by Mocci playing over speakers]

How long are these guys gonna be?

They're coming.

This is Chaash.

[Chaash and Mounir speaking Darija]

[in English] How are you, bro?

Chaash, yeah?

[Chaash] Somethin' like that.

What happened to Dushane?
I thought he was comin' out.

[Jamie] He's a busy man, innit?
So, unfortunately, you got me.

[Waiter and Chaash speaking Darija]

[in English] Obviously, what happened
on the beach can't run.

Dushane's puttin' his trust in us,
and we're fuckin' it up.

But I need you and Dushane both to know

that I'm gonna deal with this matter
personally, okay?

-When?
-What do you mean, when?

As in, when are you gonna deal with it?

All I've been hearin'
is bare false promises, bro.

This might be fucked up for you,
but it's fucked up for me as well.

I'mma find the leak. I'mma deal with it.

Can't have word gettin' around
that my own people are snakin' me.

[exhales] Respect is a delicate flower.

Ain't no Juan El Bueno gonna walk
all over that for nothin'. Are you mad?

Calm.

-So who knew about the boat?
-[Chaash] Me.

You and who else?

Me and the two youts that pilot it.
But they ain't said nothin' to the police.

-How do you know?
-They don't know where they're goin'

till the boats are loaded
and they're on board.

You ever try sendin' a text message
on a speedboat goin' 80 miles a hour?

They're goin' overboard, bruv.

What about your bodyguard?

[Chaash] Hey, watch how
you're talkin' about my boy.

'Cause that's more than my boy.
That's my bruvva.

We've been ridin' since before jail.

If Khrito had anything to do with this,
bruv, my whole life's fucked.

Mounir?

I've known Mounir my whole life.
Used to work with my dad.

A bit cuddly, a bit old fashioned.

-But he's loyal.
-[chuckles]

So, what, then? No one?

-What about the loaders or somethin'?
-Bro, they don't know nothin' either.

They get paid 200 euros
when the job is done, then they fuck off.

[kisses teeth]

[Chaash] What I think
is we need to go over to Spain.

Question the fuckers that unload the shit.

[speaks Darija]

[both speaking Darija]

Yo, English, man. Come on.

[kisses teeth]

I don't understand.

[in English] Someone here has sold us out.
Juan El Bueno is National Police,

but National Police
do not patrol the coast.

That is Guardia Civil.

["Wana" by Leil playing over speakers]

Juan was waiting for us.

He chose his moment.

Nice and calm.

That means someone on this side

gave him plenty of warning.

The leak is here, in Morocco.

So you man had me fooled, yeah?

See, I was thinkin' he was the boss.

Clearly, I was wrong.

It's you.

You're the real top boy around here.

You're smart.

No flies on you.

Maybe you should be Dushane's boss, eh?

I know.

We done talkin' business?
'Cause I'm hungry. I'm tryin' to eat.

[Jamie] You takin' the piss?

What'd you mean,
done talkin' business, bro?

You need to pattern the situation
before the next shipment's ready to roll.

Wait a minute.

-[in Darija] You better talk to this guy.
-[in English] Wait a minute.

Excuse us a moment, okay?

-[sighs]
-Thank you.

[in Darija] Come with me.

[in Darija] Stay with him.

[inaudible]

The fuck you lookin' at?

[speaking Darija]

[clearing throat]

[Jamie] So what was that about?

[Chaash in English]
Listen, we can fix this for you,

but to do that,
we've gotta go again, later today.

Trust us. No fuck-ups. Are you happy now?

Thank you.

Yo, Rob. Can I get a tea, bro?

What you sayin'?

The feds were all over Ruben's garage
by the time Kieron and them man got there.

They took his whips, everythin'.

-And what about the yard?
-Feds got there first too.

Who's his solicitor?
We need someone reliable on this thing.

-I've already got Wilson Lee onto it.
-Good.

Listen, I wanna know
every question they're askin' him,

and I wanna know every reply
he's givin' back, you get me?

-Say nothin'.
-Good.

Cheers, man.

What's up?

It's Lauryn.

She's pregnant.

It's not mine, is it?

I'm happy for her.
What you want me to say?

She's pregnant to a psycho,

and that psycho's got a psycho sister

that's way more fuckin' psycho
than what he is.

She's scared, Dushane.

She's proper scared that they're gonna
try do her or somethin'.

She knows who Sully is, right? Yeah?

She know how scary he is?

Now, I guarantee you

Lauryn's psycho
ain't more psycho than Sully.

At least she's got a chance with her one,
'cause she ain't got a chance with ours.

Only three people know what Lauryn did.

You, me, and Shelley.

I ain't gonna tell Sully
and Shelley ain't gonna tell him neither.

Listen, Lauryn ain't comin' back.

End of.

Jaq, go to work, man.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[sighs]

[man] Yo, Dushane!

What you sayin'?

[letterbox bangs]

You all right, Mum?

I was wonderin'
whether you might show your face.

[sighs]

Looking good, you know, Mum.

Mm?

What's your secret?

Fighting the good fight
against the big property people.

Fighting them keeps me young.

Okay.

Well, listen,
whatever you're doin', it's workin'.

You eatin' good? You eatin' healthy?

That is not important.

Yeah, it's important to me, Mum.

This is not about me,
so let's not waste our time.

I know you're a part
of the so-called "redevelopment scheme."

I know you do.

-And, uh, whatever Shelley told you--
-This has nothing to do with Shelley.

This goes to character.
Your character, Dushane.

And it says a lot about me too.

You?

I brought you up.

I turned a blind eye to the man
I could see you were becoming.

I've prayed. I've examined my conscience.

Now you must examine yours, Dushane.

Look…

I come here to try and do a good thing.

You understand?

I'll buy you whatever you want.

House, flat,

wherever you want, I'll buy it.

Okay? I'll pay for everything.

I know where your money comes from.
I don't want it.

Mum, you don't know
where my money comes from.

You sell drugs!

Mum, I make investments.

All right? I invest in business.
I invest in property.

That's where my money comes from.

My son sells drugs.

You've no idea
how ashamed that makes me feel.

[both sigh]

A'ight.

Want me to be honest?

I sell drugs.

'Cause people wanna get high.

Everyone does it.

All of them politicians
you watch on the news…

[sighs] …they all get high, you know?

Whether it was at uni,

or now at them little private parties
they go to, they all get high.

And that's life. That's how it goes.

I mean, even the prime minister was on TV
talkin' about how someone gave him drugs.

-Why ain't he in jail?
-That man has no morals.

Don't try and use him
to justify what you do.

[sighs]

And now you're using the money you've made
to tear down this community!

Mum, listen.

If people from Summerhouse
wanna stay, they can stay.

That's the whole point in this ting.

You don't believe that. You're not naive.

You tell me what the alternative is, then.

Hm?

No, seriously, think about it.
What you gonna do?

You're gonna go
and spend all your life savings

gettin' this stupid report done,
then what happens next?

We win.

Come on, Mum.
You know the world don't work like that.

Now, you see, if it ain't me,

if it ain't me
makin' money from this ting,

there's gonna be
someone else out there, Mum.

And you know that someone else?

He ain't gonna give two shits
about Summerhouse,

or you,

or this little community.

So who's got more rights than me?

You know why
I haven't offered you a coffee?

-No.
-They cut the water off.

And it's not the first time.

I'm sorry. Look, you think
I want you to go without water?

Come on.

I will sort it out. I will fix it. Okay?

Leave the water, Dushane.

-Fix yourself.
-[kisses teeth]

Don't even know why I'm botherin',
you know.

Listen.

Just for the record,

Summerhouse is a shithole.

I'm doin' everyone a fuckin' favor here
by knockin' this shit down

and rebuildin' it
and makin' it better for everyone.

You spent your whole youth selling drugs

to make money out of this estate.

And now you're selling it
to make more money.

Well, this is my home.

This is where
I raised you and your brother!

This is where I live!

You can go now, Dushane.

I'm goin'.

I'll see you soon.

[drilling and hammering]

[gasps]

[breathing heavily]

[Sarah] So we know that the BMW X5
we recovered from your garage

was the one used
in the shooting of Jamaal Green.

And now guess what else we know, Ruben?

It's registered to you.

Are you gonna help us, Ruben?

-[scoffs]
-With Dushane?

We need an answer now, Ruben.

I wanna talk to my solicitor.

[Sarah sighs heavily]

In private.

[beep]

You got five minutes.

[Wilson sighs]

[door closes]

Well, you heard 'em.
You heard 'em, man. They wanna know now.

They're hustlin' you.
You don't have to say anythin'.

Not now.

We can buy time.

-[exhales]
-You stay cool.

[door opens]

-[exhales]
-[door closes]

[exhales]

I was a beautician before I went away.

Makeup counters.

Okay.
Well, I need someone on the front desk.

Greetin' customers,
helpin' me and Naomi with the diary.

If that works out and you're interested,

I don't see
why we can't get you trained up,

and maybe you can start
doin' some treatments yourself.

["Buss It There" by A Lxvi (feat. A7Los)
playing over speakers]

Are-- Are you okay?

Why you bein' nice to me?

[sighs]

Look, you have a little girl.

So do I.

I get it.

You know, we've gotta be there
for each other.

That's what Summerhouse
is all about, innit?

Can you start tomorrow?

Of course I can. Are you serious?

[Beverley] Where is she?
She said she'd be here by now.

[Naomi] I'm not really sure.
She's out the back with a customer.

[Beverley] Oh, it's all right.
She's here now, look.

-Naomi, this is Mandy.
-[Naomi] Hiya.

-[Mandy] You all right?
-Can you get her contact details?

-I've gotta talk to my friend outside.
-[Naomi] Yeah, sure. Yeah.

All right, so can I just take
your mobile number?

-My number is zero, seven, seven…
-[Naomi] Yeah.

[inaudible]

-[Mandy] …double-zero…
-[Naomi] Yeah.

[Mandy] …nine hundred…

[Naomi] Nine hundred…

[Mandy] …six, six…

two.

[Naomi] Yeah. And do you have an email,
please, Mandy?

[Mandy] Um, yeah, my email…

No, she hasn't, but she said that
she could show me tomorrow when I come in.

She said it will only take
something like ten minutes or something.

[Naomi] Great, so that's all done. Um…

-I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.
-Okay.

-Bye. See you tomorrow
-Bye. See you later. Bye-bye.

[Beverley] Listen, thanks a lot, Shelley.
You're an absolute sweetheart.

See you later. [kisses]

-[exhales] See you tomorrow.
-See you tomorrow.

I won't blow you a kiss.
I'll just say thank you. But I mean it.

-All good. See ya.
-See ya.

[bubbling]

[in Darija] Go get the boat
and call the guys.

[speaking Darija]

-Bruv, I don't understand your language.
-[speaking Darija]

I don't-- I don't get it.

-[in English] Buy my candies.
-Candies?

Bruv, yo, how many times
you gonna offer me candies?

-To order, good price, fair price.
-No.

Good price, good price.

-See you, you're a hustler, you know.
-Hah!

There.

-Where's the change?
-[laughs] No.

Just go, man.

Take me, take me, I go.

Go where?

Go with you, Uncle.

Nah, G, when I go, I'm flying.

You can't come.

My sister, Spain.

Want me come Spain!

Look, I'm not goin' to Spain, you know.

I live in London. England.

Look I'm sorry, little man.
I wish I could help.

Why are you here? Huh?

[speaking Darija]

-Where's your home? Where do you sleep?
-[speaking Darija]

[speaking Darija]

Where we goin'?
You gonna take me to your home?

[boy] Samar, Samar!

[boys speaking Darija]

[Jamie] No, wait, man.

You're gonna pull my arm
outta my socket, little man.

-This-- This is your home?
-Ah.

-You sleep here?
-[both speaking Darija]

[in English] I home. You home.

[chuckles] Thank you.

-[both speaking Darija]
-[Jamie laughs] You like cars?

-Ah.
-[speaking Darija]

[in English] My sister…

[Jamie] Oh. This is your sister
you was talking about, yeah?

The one in Spain?

-Yes.
-Okay, look, look.

-This… This…
-[speaking Darija]

[chuckles] This is my brothers.

This is Aaron. This is Stefan.

[boy] iPhone…

Aaron, Stefan. My brothers, yeah?

-[speaking Darija]
-Mm.

Yeah.

That's… That's your sister, yeah?

Ah.

-[laughing]
-[Jamie] Oh!

Go, go, go go!

[door closes]

["GS X PS Whips and Bikes" by Frecks
(feat. Spooks, Goose & Tragic) playing]

Why do I always have to cook?

If you want food,
you gotta cook somethin', innit.

We'll get takeaway, man.
Jamie left some money.

-Why do I have to get the takeaway?
-Why you in a bad mood?

-I'm not.
-I've got exams in two weeks, man.

I ain't got time to argue.
If you want food, go get somethin'.

Take the money.

[Tia] Stef. Yo.

Bro. You good?

Yeah, man's calm.

D'you hear about that yout
that got ducked down the other day?

[Stef] No. What happened?

[Tia] Bro, he must've gone
to some next ends.

Four man there chased him down,
chinged him up.

[Stef] Chased where?

But what, I gotta do
this bullshit sign-on ting.

I beg you wait for me.

-Calm, calm.
-Yeah, two minutes, innit.

-Hurry up, man.
-Two minutes.

Two minutes, bro. Two minutes.

[sighs]

[boys shouting]

[man] Tia, man.

-What you doin'?
-[Tia] What?

What do you mean, what?

I'm here.

You know what time
you're supposed to be here.

[scoffs] We still have 30 minutes, though.

I'm sure I can say everything
I need to say in 30 minutes.

Come on, my guy. [kisses teeth]

I beg you, lock this up for me though.

That's a rental.
Why have you even brought it in?

Nah, it's mine. I got it from the company.

-You bought this from the company.
-Mm-hm.

Looks like it.

[man] All right, so…

put you in the middle.

And then what about your parents?

[Tia] What about them?

What's their names?

This is so long.
Why are we doing this bullshit?

Well, family trees can be quite useful,
you know, to map out your relationships.

-Who you're closest to.
-Fuck that. [kisses teeth]

[sighs] We need to try and get a picture
of how you've ended up

where you are.

Listen, my parents don't give fuck all
about where I am.

[scoffs]

Me and them, nothing alike.

I do me, yeah?

Fuck them. Like, seriously.

Fuck them. I do me.

So you definitely don't wanna
do the family tree? I--

-I'm goin' toilet. Jesus.
-Tia, let's just…

[Stef] Yo, where you been, man?
That weren't two minutes.

Where you goin'?

-[beeping]
-[chuckles]

[Stef] Oi, what's that?

-[car unlocks]
-Ah, it works!

Yes! Hey, see that?

[laughs]

What you doin'?

Ah, Stef, come on, man.
Stop bein' a pum pum. Come in here.

-Where you goin'?
-[boy 1] What's she doin'?

[Tia chuckles]

-[Stef] Tia, this is a bad idea.
-[boy 1] Hey, what you doing?

-[Tia] It's cool, man. Just get in.
-[boy 2] You a driver?

[Tia] Yeah, what? [chuckles]

-Go on.
-[boys clamoring]

Put it on. That one. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Man, what you doin'?
-[revs engine]

-[boy 3] Yeah, what?
-[tires screech]

-[boy 4] Wicked.
-[boy 5] Oh my God.

-Can we get out the car park, please?
-[boy 6] Whoa, man!

-What you doing?
-[engine revving]

-What's goin' on? What are you doin'?
-[boy 7] Bruv, bruv, bruv.

-Open this door.
-Look what I'm doin'. Look at me.

[engine revving]

Get down! It's--

-[crowd] Ooh…
-You lot stand back. Are you all right?

[laughter]

[metal clattering]

This is my car, Tia!

You know you messed up, right?

This is a sticky one still.

[Pebbles] Or we could sell it.

No. We've already tried that,
to your boyfriend, remember?

Yeah, there's nothin' to stop us
sellin' it again. We could split the P's.

Except the fact it's not ours to sell,
which is why you're in this mess.

It belongs to your mates, don't it?
Khadeem and Cyprus.

-Fuck them.
-Oh, it's "fuck them" now, is it?

I'm the one that took all the risk.
Like my name's Pebbs da Eediat.

It seems to me like you're forgettin'
how this whole shit started.

You taking what belongs to them.
Them, rightly so, comin' back for you.

You comin' to me for my help,
fuckin' cryin' over there.

[sighs] Yeah, I hear all that, Uncs.
We could make proper P's, you know?

[chuckles]

So you think I'm an idiot?

We're goin'.

[Jamie] So what happens
when they get over to Spain?

How can you be sure
this ain't gonna go like the last one?

Bro, I promise you,

this time, everything's under control.

[in Darija] All right, they're done
loading the Zodiac.

They just need to know where to go.

[in Darija] The small beach near Barbate.

Tell them if no one's there to meet them,
they'll unload everything themselves.

What?

That guy acts like he knows what
he's doing, but everything's messed up.

Fucking typical.

It's fine, forget about it.

I have people on their way now.
They'll be there soon.

All right.

[Pebbles] Think I could make it somewhere
like New York or LA or somethin'.

Yeah, somewhere over there, like.

I swear, I was born
in the wrong place, man.

I need to get out of here.

So why are you on the roads
tryna be a rude girl, then?

[Pebbles] It's not like that.
You're not listenin', man.

Same as my mum and Taylor.
You're all as bad as each other.

So, what, you see Tash?

Yeah, man, course.
That girl's my little queen.

We make TikToks together. Hang on. Watch.

["Kilofe" by Shae Jacobs playing on phone]

♪ Anyting you want
Keep it drippy omo get ♪

♪ Kilofe, fe, fe, fe ♪

♪ Fe, fe, fe
Fe, fe, fe ♪

♪ Kilofe, fe, fe… ♪

-[laughter on video]
-She all right?

Yeah, fam, she's smashin' it.

Smashin' school. Got loads of friends.

She's chattin' about
wantin' to be a vet or some shit.

I was like, "That's seven years of uni."
You have to have mad racks for that.

Oi. Tash don't ever have
to worry about money.

She's good. She'll be taken care of.

So if my daughter tells you what she wants
to be, can you tell her she can, please?

Yeah.

Uncs, the gym's just here.

[cocks gun]

Are you gonna shoot him?

Don't get your hopes up.

-[exhales]
-It's just in case they don't wanna talk.

[chattering]

-[Sully] Is that them?
-[Pebbles] No.

Wait here.

Don't fuckin' move.

-Be careful--
-[door closes]

[sighs]

["Nuttn 2 Prove" by Suspect OTB
playing over speakers]

[men chattering]

Which one of you's Cyprus,
which one's Khadeem?

♪ How can I lose, nigga?
How can I quit? ♪

-Who wants to know, blud?
-You don't recognize me?

Nah, I don't.

You don't know Father Christmas?

[chuckles] I know your face, bruv.

What's his name again? What, Sooly?

-Sully? Summerhouse?
-[laughter]

-[chuckles] Huh?
-Nah, not today.

Father Christmas today.
I got a present for you.

That little bit of grub you lost,
I got it.

What are you talkin' about?
The thing with Pebbles? Huh?

I didn't lose that food, she stole it,
if that's what you're talkin' about.

I dunno. Maybe you lost somethin' else.
Wouldn't surprise me.

[laughs] Nah, nah, nah, nah.
Hold on, hold on.

So where's man's package, then?

-Santa?
-[scoffs]

Let's get one thing straight.

This how it's gonna run.
I give you the food back. You thank me.

[laughter]

-This brudda's mad.
-What's wrong with him?

We can all go home happy,
laughin' like that.

-Or we can make an issue out of this.
-Are you fuckin' stupid or somethin'?

There's already a issue, blud,
'cause you got somethin' from man.

Run it back, or there is gonna be
a fuckin' problem, blud.

-Is it?
-[Khadeem] Yeah.

Another thing. Pebbles, that's family.

So whatever beef you lot had,
I dunno, but it's dead now.

Bruv, the girl's a likkle teef.

I paid her to bring somethin' over.
I gave her five quid.

All she had to do
was hand it over to this don.

But instead, she bounced
with my money and the drugs.

Come on, brudda. Am I a dickhead?

Are you?

She made a mistake.

-I'm just here to fix it.
-Well then, fix it, then, innit.

Blud, you know what?
Fuck all of that, blud.

-That's too much chattin'.
-Fam.

Nah, what she done was a disrespect, blud.

That's gotta get compensated still.

Well, it ain't gonna
be compensated, is it?

-There ain't gonna be no compensation?
-No.

You takin' this for some cartoon ting?

So what you sayin', then?

Ah! Fuck!

Fuck!

Oh shit!

-[groans]
-What's wrong with the silly boy?

-[groaning]
-What's the point in all this?

I get it. You man are fuckin' embarrassed.

Pride and that.

-[groans]
-Know what? You man sleep on it.

You want the food back,
get at me tomorrow.

We can wrap this up.

♪ …kick like judo ♪

-♪ Ah, who's shot? ♪
-♪ Who's shot? ♪

♪ It's like a game of Cluedo ♪

-♪ Oh, oh ♪
-♪ Oh ♪

♪ Soft-top like I ain't got beef ♪

Did you shoot 'em?

[exhales]

-[sighs] Uncle.
-What?

This all some fuckin' joke to you?

Yeah, I shot them both.

I'll go and do 30 years for you.
You idiot.

-I was worried, innit?
-No, I didn't fuckin' shoot 'em.

What they sayin', then?

Well, it's not cool.

Idiot.

They're thinkin' about it.

You ain't gotta worry, have you?

Not you sortin' it out, is it?

All right. Thanks, Uncs.

What you doin'?

-I'm--
-Shut the fuckin' door! What you doin'?

-I live round the corner.
-You think you can just go home?

Nah, but I don't--
Where am I supposed to go?

Pebbles, as much
as I'd fuckin' love you to,

you cannot go home after that.

-Nah, but--
-Do you not get it?

Where-- I get it, man.

I ain't got fuckin' time
to explain this to you.

-Where else-- Where else am--
-Shut up. Shut up.

Where am I supposed to stay, then?

[sighs]

[man in Darija] I just leave this
on the beach?

Yeah, just leave them there.

Police! Police! Police!

[yells in Darija]

[dramatic ambient music playing]

[men yelling in Darija]

[in Spanish] What the fuck is this?

Shit!

[line rings]

[Chaash, in Darija] Talk to me.

I was right.

That son of a bitch, Juan…

-Okay.
-Chaash.

You have to take care
of this now, brother.

All right, don't worry.

-What's goin' on?
-[in English] Happened again.

Fuckin' feds were waitin' for us.

So why the fuck do you sound
so calm about that, bro?

I'm gonna handle it, innit?

-G, what do you mean--
-I said I'll fuckin' handle it, innit!

[sighs]

[in Darija] Let's go, brother.

-Everything all right?
-No.

Everything's not all right.

Everything's fucked!

How so?

Tell me, why?

Why, my brother?

Bruv, what the fuck, man?

[sighs]

[in English] Khrito was the one
that sold us out, innit? [kisses teeth]

Let's go.

[phone ringing]

-[man] Hello?
-Hello.

Uh, is this, uh, Aaron Tovell?

Yeah.

You got a brother called Stefan?

Yeah.

The problem's the insurance.

They're gonna wanna know what happened,
and if I tell them,

then obviously, the police get involved.

Nah, man. Tia's gotta pay or somethin'.

Tia can't pay. She has nothing.
She has less than nothing.

How much is it?

Hundreds, at least.

-Yeah, man, I'll pay for that.
-Bro, shut up.

All right, cool.

If I take care of the damages,

you don't need to chat to any feds, innit?

It could be, like, a grand. More.

I'll cover it.

[kisses teeth]

[Delphine] Don't worry, I was gonna stay
at my cousin's for the night,

so she can have the bed,
and she'll be very comfortable.

I appreciate it. And I'll make sure
she leaves it just as she found it. Yeah?

Thank you.

She's quite a girl, huh?

No, she's a headache.

[Delphine chuckles]

But she's brilliant, though.

All that energy, that conviction.

I wish I'd felt as empowered as she does
when I was her age.

Yeah, she's definitely empowered,
all right.

Do you know that Stormzy
follows her on Instagram?

-[laughs]
-Told me all about it.

-Where is she now?
-She said she'd do the washing up.

Where's your purse?

-I'm trusting, but sensible.
-[chuckles]

I've finished.

That's great. Thank you.

Aw, look at youse two, man.

-I'll get a picture, fling it on the Gram.
-[Sully] Oi!

What you doin'?

Where you goin'? Not gonna
Netflix and chill at Uncle Gerry's?

-Relax.
-Not tonight, no.

Come out my business, man.

[phone chimes]

[Delphine] Oh. That's probably Beyoncé.

[sighs]

Thank you for this.

No problem.

Okay. Well, I better go.

Mm.

Well, sleep well.

[kisses]

["Heartbreak Hotel" by Kelly Koka
playing over speakers]

[door slams]

♪ We're hiding in the shadows, tryna… ♪

Yo, where you been?

You know I've been callin'
and callin' you?

[clattering]

Went to my mum's yard.

When I come out,
my heart just started going mad.

Like a million miles an hour.

[Shelley] Maybe you should see a doctor.

[Dushane] Doctor for what?

[Shelley] Tests.

I don't need tests. I'm not an old man.

It's my mum. She was angry.

It was upsettin'.

[Shelley sighs]

[Dushane sighs]

-[Pebbles grunts] Get off me!
-[man yells]

[Pebbles grunting]

[man 1] Put the gun down.

-I said put the gun down!
-Okay.

-I'm so sorry.
-Well, grab the gun. Let's go, man.

Man, get this bitch out of here, man.
Get the fuck in there, man. Let's go!

I said get in there!

[grunting]

Now hold him still.

-[yells]
-Put him in the corner!

Search for the tings.

[unsettling ambient music playing]

[clattering]

[man 2] It's not here, Koka!

Oi, dickhead, where the bricks at?

[man 3] Yo, there's nothin' here, bro!

I said, where the bricks at?

-[grunts]
-[Koka] Blud.

-[phone rings]
-Hold on, it's them now.

Yo, talk to me, brudda.

[Koka] Yo, Cyprus.
He's at the boat like she said.

But the food ain't.

What you want me to do, hm?
Bad him up anyway or what?

Bruv, have you got any sense
in your fuckin' big head, bro?

Course I don't want you to bad him up.
I need my fuckin' food first, innit?

Bring him here, bruv. Hurry up,
and stop wastin' my time, please, bro.

They're bringin'
the eediat here now, innit.

Yeah, make fuckin' sure.
I'm gonna slap his head out, bro.

[Pebbles] But you weren't supposed
to bust in at night and fuckin' hurt him.

[man] Shut up.

-[Pebbles] Cyprus said we had a deal.
-What?

If I said where the food was,
we'd be calm.

-No one cares, man.
-Shut up, you dumb bitch.

-Uncle!
-Uncle, what? You're not goin' nowhere.

-Where the fuck are you takin' him?
-Oi, shut up, man. Hey, hold her.

Uncle, I'm so sorry.
I was tryin' to fix it, I promise you.

-Shut up! You fuckin' killed me.
-[Pebbles] Tell them where it is.

[gasps and grunts]

-[man groans]
-Oi!

-Hey, what happened?
-I'm sorry, Koka, man.

Your slippery hands, man. Shut up!

Hey, yo, Pebbles!
Next time I see you, watch!

Straight bullets in your fuckin' head,
d'you hear me? Fuck!

-[man kisses teeth]
-[panting] We gotta get out of here, man.

-Get him in the car.
-Get up.

[Sully grunts]

[panting]

Oh my God!

Get in!

Come on, move!

[Koka] Hurry up!

What you sayin'?
Santa come early for true?

-[man] Sully.
-Wagwan, blud?

Who feels embarrassed now, huh? Huh?

What you sayin', blud?
Nah, what the fuck you sayin'?

-Wagwan? Wagwan?
-What you-- Khadeem.

Bruv, not what we do.

Big man, 'ear what I'm sayin'.
You know how tings settle.

Tell us where you stashed the food
and make it easy on yourself.

It can go the other way.
Either way, you're gonna tell man.

So what you sayin'?

What you sayin', bruv?

[breathing heavily]

Koks, deal with it, man.

-[Sully groans]
-Fuckin' dickhead!

Get them hands bloody, bruv!
Oi, you fuckin' nigga, let me record it!

Mash his face, blud!

Pat his fuckin' knuckle, blud.
Dickhead! You're a pussio, blud!

[laughter]