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I used to think you might not actually find the one.

Say if you've got, I don't know, an ugly side or psoriasis,

and that is why I settled for my ex, Ronald.

To think, I was actually going to take you as a wife.

Yeah, I settled for a guy who 100% might be gay.

But luckily, I escaped, and I found the love of my...

my mum's coming, get away from me.

Hey, Mummy.

Yeah, definitely lucky with this one.

I mean, Ronald was always concerned about my hygiene,

wanting to go to these posh functions,

but my boy, Connor, he's an amazing poet.

Yeah, I mean, he doesn't care about my hygiene,

he doesn't want to go to all these posh functions...

I mean, he doesn't care about anything.

Yeah. I mean, I got a man who don't even want to leave the house.

He's just happy licking me out and playing on his, um, his thing.

So, yeah, it is great.

[gunfire on TV]

Fucking... Argh!

♪ Life ain't so great yeah ♪

♪ There'll be dots in the mud ♪

♪ And life ain't Hollywood for any one of us ♪

♪ If ever you're in doubt ♪

♪ Just get your wings out ♪

♪ It's all right darling Get your wriggle on ♪

♪ Somewhere else ♪

[laughing]

[phone beeping]

-What's funny? -Tracy! [giggling]

Sorry, it's just my cousin.

Who's your cousin?

Um, Tracy.

Tracey? That's your name.

And he's Boy Tracy.

Let me see.

Here you are. Last Christmas.

[Tracey laughing]

Check.

I'm playing Warcraft tonight, can't come mine till tomorrow.

Yeah, I can't tomorrow anyway,

my mum's been bugging me about some family dinner.

Don't forget dinner. Oh, my gosh, yes, OK!

[computer powering on]

-[Connor] I'm in. Relax. -Hi.

Get down.

Help yourself to some bullets!

-[clinking] -[laughing]

Thank you.

[Connor] Don't walk over there, don't walk over there!

Sorry.

Argh!

There is a bad smell coming from the back of the shop.

Welcome to Deathsville - population, you.

-Shoot you in the head! -[gun fire on computer]

-[Tracey] Connor? -Hello.

Did you flush the toilet?

Yeah, I promise.

Connor, you're not supposed to flush the toilet

'cause there's a sewage block.

How am I supposed to know?

Because the sign is there on the door. It's overflowing now.

You-you know, you got shit on your shoes.

Yeah, yeah.

Guess I'll go buy a mop.

Oh, you buy me a kebab?

[doorbell rings]

It's tinglin'. Is it in date?

-[Woman] 'Course it is. -It better fucking be in date.

-'Course it is. -Ugh, bruv, you stink.

What the fuck is that, man?

Connor done one of his horrendous number twos down the shop toilet

and burst the sewage thing.

How can one man make so much mess?

I, practically covered in his doo doo, have got to go

and buy a new mop to clean up his mess.

It's every day, there's something like that every day.

-You're there. -What, where?

The rut. Get stuck in, sit yourself down.

You're definitely gonna get in a rut with him, babe.

He's a bit... you know.

No, what?

Just a bit... mmm, you know.

Yeah... I hear you, doll. Trace, he is a bit...

[together] Mmm...

Can someone finish their sentence with words?

-He's a bit dopey. -Bit boring.

-Lifeless. -No soul.

I just meant he was a bum, but all of that too.

[woman] No wonder you're keeping him secret from your mum.

He's a poet.

-Mmm. -Nah.

Well...

[Woman] I'll believe it when I see it.

It's the metamorphosis. Butterfly clips.

Equals resourcefulness.

Hair follicles. Grit with forcefulness.

If my boyfriend wants to be all...

I ain't gonna sit there like a dumbass and let him act like a fool,

I'm gonna fix him.

You can call me Morpheus.

-What's that on his head? -I don't know.

Who are all these people?

They are definitely people that are not boring, dumb or lifeless.

[man laughing]

Oh, my God, that is Ronald,

my ex-boyfriend, with a man.

I do hereby confirm the fact that he might possibly be gay.

OK, so the next poet that's going to grace this stage is...

Connor Jones from Tower Hamlets!

Connor Jones? Uh, Tower Hamlets?

Surprise! He's here, he's here.

Er, what the fuck?

Hey, go on, smash it. I believe in you. Come on.

Go on.

[grunts]

This is one of my poems.

I don't like sleazy Stacey,

'cause sleazy Stacey's fac-eys not as nice as chocolate Trac-ey.

Chocolate Tracey. I could spot those goggly eyes from anywhere.

His first time?

I don't know how you knew I was comin' here, but...

-It doesn't matter. -Yes, it matters.

OK, it probably does matter...

-I don't like you no more. -Whatever.

Sheep can't fly, 'cause they, uh, they ain't got wings.

I'm going to be more than a friend to you.

-[camera clicks] -So...

Sheep can't fly 'cause they ain't got wings.

He is as bad as your body odor.

Just piss off.

Have they stopped running hot water through the council estates?

-You're a dick. -You smell like poo poo.

Yes, I know!

I have to go.

I've left my... juice at the bar.

It's the universe that's alarmed

-Like a superstar lost a credit card. -[woman laughing]

I just got parred.

Fuck you lot, yeah?

-[laugher from crowd] -[Connor] Fuck you.

You're fuckin' mental, Tracey!

[slow clapping]

[cellphone beeping]

Hm. So now he's texting.

You know when you just can't be asked to read some lame arse apology?

Are you gonna help me, or are you gonna just stand there?

I'm gluten, wheat and meat free.

-She ain't any of them things. -[doorbell rings]

[sighs] Why are we even doing this?

Ah-ah... Why not?

You must learn to cook a meal

before a man of God will sweep you under the carpet!

Off your feet, Mum, it's "sweep you off your feet".

Hey, hey. Shut up and... season the meat.

[whines]

If you threw a party

invited everyone you knew

You would see the biggest gift would be from me

And the card attached

You told me drop by sometime so I dropped by, innit?

Boy Tracy!

He ran off the stage. If I knew he'd hate it, I wouldn't have done it.

-Wouldn't an actual poet be happy? -Yeah, but I feel bad.

You can't read the mind. Yes, and I can't know the heart.

Boy Tracy, here is like Downton Abbey.

Let the women do the kitchen work.

OK, Aunty. Really I was just giving Tracey advice about her boyfriend--

Argh. Why don't we go shop? [chuckles] Yeah, let's go shop.

OK.

-How's she not found out about him? -I know.

Connor lives in your block.

Yeah I know, but who's she gonna ask?

She don't talk to Muslims, she don't talk to Catholics,

she don't talk to atheists, basically the whole block, so...

What about you, man? I don't ask you nothing.

No girlfriend. But I've had sex now.

Yeah... I stopped going church.

Me too. [gasps]

[both grunting]

I've illegally downloaded movies. Go.

I stripped naked for my ex and he threw me out the house. Go.

-Ronald? Was he gay? -Maybe. Go.

I've smoked weed. Go.

Oh, I had MDMA and speed at the same time. Go.

-That's a lot. Did you recover? -I dunno.

I fingered a girl in my mum's room, while she was sleeping.

-My mum was sleeping. -Oh!

[beat boxing]

♪ My favourite cuz, ain't seen you in a while ♪

♪ You are the best, you make me smile ♪

♪ We got a vibe and we proper get down ♪

♪ When you leave I'll definitely frown, oh! ♪

♪ My cuz Tracey is so damn fly ♪

♪ Cynthia's weird and she ain't said hi ♪

♪ She's been telling lies since she was five ♪

♪ She said she's meat free but she just had shepherd's pie. Oh. ♪

♪ Nice to see my blood relatives ♪

♪ Everybody loves and everybody gives ♪

♪ You were upset 'cause Your man's a dick ♪

-But you turned negative into positive. -[together] Oh! Oh! Oh!

[Boy Tracey firing machine gun]

Whoa... Whoa...

Ooh! Ooh!

-Ludo! -[groaning]

You always win.

I hate playing this game with Cynthia, it's so boring,

but when I play with you, cuz, I swear that it's...

[exhales]

Oh, wow, I'm still here.

I was six, and you was four. What?

You lay on top of me and kissed me on the lips.

Since then, I've thought about that moment more times than I've inhaled.

I really like you. I want you to see me...

see me as more than a friend, more than a cousin.

I want you to see me as someone who you can grow old with,

make you smile, and laugh...

And squirt.

My mum and my sister are downstairs.

Sometimes you just gotta take the plunge, innit?

I'm sorry, who are you talking to?

[Mother] Traceys. Dinner is ready.

Just-just put your clothes on.

Take your clothes off.

-What? No! Ugh! -Cuz.

Tracey, please just put your clothes on. Please.

[doorbell rings]

I bought you liqueurs. And I forgive you, so...

-What you doing here? -Dinner!

Well, we love each other, you're gonna be with me till you die,

so let's tell your mum now, innit?

Come on, it's not like you're ashamed of me.

Oh, my God.

[clears throat]

Nice to meet you, Aunty. I got you chocolates.

Evening. Seen you around, obviously.

I'm Connor.

I'm lactose intolerant.

-I know you. -Sh-shut up and just eat the chocolates!

-Who's that? -I'm family.

-Oh, now you're family, yeah? -What's that?

Nothing, it's Boy Tracey, remember I told you, my cousin?

Yeah, she told me all about you.

Great. Auntie, shall we say grace?

Er...

I'm so sorry. It's never like this. You should go, I'll save you food.

Thank you, Lord, for your son, who died for our sins.

All we need is the love of a saviour,

in addition to financial prosperity.

We hold down Lloyds TSB, Santander and demand them

to share out the cash monies.

Send Northern Rock to the south, not west, to the east!

Lift up the borrower and...

-[Cynthia gasping] -My dear.

I think the lack of familiarity of people around the table

is triggering negative emotions.

Cynthia, don't frighten others.

How many times have I told you?

It's all right, I'm fine. I'm fine.

You are fine. That's good for you.

Listen. The world is welcome at my table,

as Christ himself welcomes the world.

But who are you... and what on earth are you doing in my house?

-I'm Tracey's boyfriend-- -Ah, ah, ah! Mummy.

Mummy, I was at Candice's, you know, that sinner girl from the big block?

And, uh, I saw Connor in-in the dark.

Connor, would you say it was-it was quite dark?

-It was a house party, so... -He needed the light.

-Hm. John one, verse five. -[snickering] Serious--

I have since then...

been showing him...

what the greatest love of all is.

Tracey, man, Jesus.

Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. [giggling]

The greatest love of all, Mummy.

Welcome.

This is gonna be fun.

I've encountered all sorts of darkness.

Single mothers, football fans, contemporary dancers,

the mentally disturbed.

I used to be in a mental home, actually.

I was on weed from young. I got very bad paranoia.

Are you serious?

No, no, no judgment. Paranoia, you say?

Yeah, I got better than that. I started counseling people in there.

Unofficial, like.

Thank God for freedom from addiction.

I'm still addicted, just not paranoid.

I am gluten free. Mmm.

Easy with those. They're a bit boozy.

Don't talk to me like I'm some autistic toddler.

Or... or I'll get my boyfriend to curse you.

That's right, Tracey, I have a boyfriend.

She absolutely does not have a boyfriend.

That is amazing, I'm-I'm really happy.

[imitating] Every thing's about Tracey.

Every thing's about Tracey.

Leaving! Stranger danger!

They don't believe me. [giggling]

Yes, I have great respect and admiration for you too.

Goodbye. Bye. Dropped the phone.

Dropped the phone.

A poet. And what do you like to write about?

Ah. [exhales]

Everything, really. Two-dimensional shapes,

um, cows, obviously, patterns, three-dimensional shapes,

-Uh-huh. -love, I'm not gonna lie.

Connor, what's your sexual history?

That's a really inappropriate thing to-- -No, no, no, no shame.

Often, the more sinful your past, the more special you will be.

Unless you're not serious about your relationship with Trace--

[yells] What time is it?

Time for a poem, I think.

Connor, heard you gave your strongest performance last night.

Heard you had a great crowd reaction.

You're definitely talking in riddles now, bruv.

You got something to say, say it.

I ain't your brother, and I dare you.

I remembered. I remembered. I remembered.

His face was underneath your vagina, so I couldn't see it,

but he's wearing the same shoes.

[Cynthia] Solved that one. I beg your pardon.

Why is Connor here?

To get to know you.

Ah, OK, you are?

I'm Connor, we met earlier. You didn't tell me she was ill.

I'm Connor. Tracey's man.

Her waste man.

I swear down, if you didn't look so much like her,

I'd smash your face in, you fucking prick!

There's dignity in the milk of this cow. You are pumping me dry, Trace.

-Is that supposed to be poetic? -[Cynthia] It doesn't even rhyme.

-I'm sorry. -Hurry up and dump this idiot.

-[Connor and Tracey together] What? -He's even intoxicated your sister

-Connor, no. -with alcoholic chocolates.

Get rid of him before he does any more damage.

What's he talking about? What's he mean, "dump him"?

-Cynthia, are you OK? -[mocking] Are you OK, oh, are you OK?

Oh, I'm Tracey. Oh, look at me,

my crisis in faith amidst the dark and confusing world.

[gagging] Penis in my mouth. I put it in my mouth. I take it back out.

Learned my lesson, overcame, now I'm stronger.

Well, guess-guess what? Guess what?

I'm engaged.

Cynthia, you're gonna be fine, OK, I promise you, you just need water.

I said, "I'm engaged"!

[choking] I'm gonna be sick. I'm gonna be sick.

[Connor] Use little Boy Tracy's jacket.

Ah. Ah, that's better.

-[retching] -Ah, yeah.

That's my jacket. Oh, sorry.

Don't rescue me. I'll show you how to be a poet.

Want my fiancée. Fee-yon-say.

Who you gonna marry?

Who? Beyonce. Yeah, that's how you rhyme.

[doorbell rings]

-Tracey. -Nah.

[Connor] What're you talking about?

[indistinct chatter]

in the name of your son, Jesus of Nazareth...

[indistinct chatter continues]

Root out all evil in this house.

Mum. Mum. Mum!

[continue arguing at once]

You live on a deprived estate. You should consider auto-lock.

Oh, leftovers. May I?

[Cynthia retching]

[soft thud]

I thought that'd be louder.

Bang! Crash!

What is this? Congo-fried chicken?

What is wrong with all of you?

What is this stupid, stupid shit?

[mocking] Oh, look how confidently I use profanities.

You! You don't own me, I am mine!

I don't want to break up with you,

I'm just deeply unhappy in the relationship.

What is so hard to understand about that? Fucking hell, Connor!

[chewing loudly]

And you! Oh, hi, yeah.

You abused me.

It wasn't severe, it was very mild abuse,

but nonetheless you abused me.

You put hair growth cream in my nostrils and all over my face

because you were always trying to change me. Well, guess what?

You cannot change a vagina!

Yeah, yeah, vagina, and breasts.

Little, droopy, saggy breasts.

And they frown when they sag,

when they think about all the abuse that you put me through,

and I have lost my train of thought.

Just embrace yourself, yeah?

Because I would rather kiss my cousin than ever hold your hand again!

[Boy Tracey] Ha! Yeah.

Boy Tracy...

You cannot fuck your cousins.

Yeah?

We will never go back into a time when that is OK,

and we will never go into a time when that is trendy or quirky-cool!

-It's legal in the UK. -Oh!

Well, I... didn't know that.

Now, I've got a sick sister to take care of.

So all of you lot can get out, or you can help me!

No, not you.

Cynthia, you're gonna be fine, OK? You just need water.

I promise you. Look, 'cause--

I want my fiancée to rub my back.

You don't have a fiancée, you just need water.

Can someone please get her some water?

[Tracey] Oh!

Thanks, babe.

Yeah... we're engaged.

I did say we were gonna be more than friends.

Sorry, Tra... [retching]

[Cynthia] It's fell all over Tracey.

-[Mother] No more tears, my dear. -[Tracey sobbing]

Let your yes be yes, and your no be no.

Be clear about what you want. Then nobody can walk all over you.

-Yes, Mum? -Yes, Mum.

Thank you.

There you go.

-I've left your things in the downstairs. -Oh, thank you. [sniffing]

Why?

Well, you cannot live here after your recent "galavantics".

You want to forget the Lord?

OK. When you come crawling back to his gates,

better mind out he hasn't forgotten to cut you a key.

-No... -Well, anyway, goodnight, my dear.

-Cynthia! -No, no. Mummy!

Did you see that?

My mum just kicked me out!

[crying]