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Yo, bro.

- What's happening, bruv?
- How much you got, then?

Yeah, sweet.

They can't even get to the top!

Shit.

Oh, come on.

- Yo.
- Yo, where are you?

Something's
about to kick off.

- You might need to get back here quick.
- Oh, yeah, man. Come on. Come!

Fuck!

The fuck you doin' here, cuz?

Get the fuck out!
Get out of my way!

Alright, man. Shut your mouth!

Say somethin'.

Go! Roll out!

Fuck, man!

- What happened?!
- That man took everything, bruv.

- What?!
- Kamale and them took everything.

- What the fuck you talking about?
- They had a gun to my face, bruv.

- All gone. Every fucking thing.
- Everything?

- Fucking slapped me in my face, cuz.
- So fucking what?

Yo! Wha gwan?

Look, he was with all of them.
I couldn't do nothing by myself, bruv.

This is some joke thing, right?

Mum?

Mum, wake up.

You gonna get out of bed today?

What are you doing?! It's too bright!

Do you want me
to call a doctor?

I can get him to come round.

You should try and eat something.

You need a new colour
in here, Mum.

It's making you depressed.

I'm gonna paint it for you.

Ra'Nell!

Ra'Nell, it's Gem!

You owe three grand.

Listen, bro, we didn't lose the food.
Kamale come in and took the food.

That's not my problem.

I still gotta tell Bobby that you let
Kamale come and take his food away.

Hold on, Lee, we done warned you about
Kamale and them London Fields, man.

Dushane, you're not listening.
You owe Bobby three grand.

How can we owe
three grand

when you're the one supposedly runnin'
Summerhouse, bro?

- Who the fuck are you talking to?
- Hey, listen. Come on, man.

- We're gonna get your money.
- When?

A week.

You're gonna keep Bobby Raikes
waiting a week for his paper?

Good luck.

So why don't you
cover us, then?

I'm not pickin' up
your fucking debts, you prick.

Go on, fuck off.
I'm eating. Fuck off.

I'm sick of that fat fuck,
you know.

I'm telling you now,
we ain't getting nowhere

with this guy
sitting on top of man like that.

We need to go and talk
to Raikes direct.

Bro, we can't talk
to Raikes direct, bruv,

especially if we ain't got
that paper for him.

I know who can help, man,
with this fat.

Femi.

Femi.

I know the boys,
they don't do cards no more.

Some of them even had to get jobs.

It's that Chip and PIN, man.
It's made it hard for all of us.

Even the postman.

Used to be you could get a postman easy,
but now they're all scared.

- They check up on them now.
- What you saying?

Man need this
real quick, bruv.

- I'll talk to my postman.
- You do that, then.

Femi!

- That didn't sound too positive.
- He'll come through.

Fucking hope so, mate.

You want that bit?
Want me to weigh that for you?

Nice piece of yam
that is, darling.

Here, let me weigh it for you.

Yeah?

You okay?

You want anything else?

£7.30. Here, take it, darling.

Take it.

Pay me next time, yeah?
Alright?

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

Stop it.

Stop looking at me.

Stop... 'Cause I don't want
anyone looking at me.

Stop it.

Don't look at me.

Are you okay? Can I help you?

Oh, my gosh!

Do you have a history
of mental illness, Lisa?

Okay.

We think the best thing
would be for you to come in.

Is there anyone at home?

A husband or a partner?

Do you have any children?

Lisa?

Because, obviously, if you did,
we'll need to see about their care.

I ain't got no children.

It's Precious again, man.

- She keeps on texting me.
- You're a liar!

- I'm all you care.
- Why would I lie?

Hey, Dushane, wha gwan
for my man, Ra'Nell?

- Who is he?
- Ra'Nell Smith, man.

Don't you remember?
Shanked up his dad last year.

What, that's
Wayne Smith's kid?

- Yeah, cuz.
- Yo!

- Wha gwan, blud?
- Wha gwan.

- You know who I am, innit?
- Everyone knows you, Dushane.

Come here.

I wanna ask you something.

Ain't it time
you started rolling with us?

Can't do that.
My mum wouldn't like it.

Look, hold that.

What's wrong with you?

- You don't want the money?
- Alright, alright.

You know what? It's cool. Cool.

Listen.
Anyone bullying you,

disrespecting you,
you let me know, yeah?

I'll sort it out for you.

- Smart yout.
- Bruv, what's wrong with you?

Whenever someone
offers you money, you take it,

especially when
it's someone like Dushane.

That's you,
not me, innit?

Mum?

Mum?

Mum?

I don't smell
no jerk chicken, bro.

She's not even here, bro.

Stop.

You alright?

You wanna go down the chippie
and get something to eat?

Nah, man. I'll wait for my mum.

You go, innit?

Nah, it's cool. I'll wait with you.

Gem?

Gem, wake up.

Gem, you should go home, man.

See you in the morning.

See you in the morning.

Hello, Mum, it's me.

Where are you...
and when are you coming home?

Yo, brudda.

It's a good address.
Swiss Cottage.

- £5,000 on there. PIN, Code 10, everything.
- Alright, cool.

- You have something for me?
- I will have.

- What?
- Bruv, give me 3 days, I'll get that for you.

Are you trying to boy me off?
I already paid my postman.

Yo, yo, what the fuck's your problem, blud?
You ain't takin' no risk.

- It's man that's puttin' in the work out here.
- Three days, man.

- I want my money, Dushane.
- It's free money, man. Chill out.

Fucking ponce.

- Alright, Kerry?
- Hiya. I'm fine. How are you?

Anything new for today?

- No, it's all exactly the same as yesterday.
- Cool.

Lisa?

Lisa?

Lisa, it's Leon.

When did you come in here, Lise?

Lisa, how long you been in here?

Someone lookin' after Ra'Nell?

Is someone lookin' after Ra'Nell?

Lisa?

- What are you doin', man?
- We're gonna need brushes, innit?

You know what?
I can't even afford this.

Shit, they're taking the piss.

Ra'Nell? Hello, Ra'Nell.

- Oh, you alright, Heather?
- Yeah, alright?

What you doing?

- Painting my mum's room.
- What colour?

Loyal wheat.

That's nice.

- Are you pregnant, or just fat?
- Hey, shut up, man!

Seven months,
only another two to go.

- Have you done the scan?
- Listen to you talking about scans and stuff.

What do you need
all them lights for?

Doing up a flat, and there's
not much natural light in there.

Be well bright with all of them.

Yeah.

I'm guessing it will be.

- You boys got five minutes?
- Yeah.

Come on, you can help me
put this stuff in the car.

Here.

- Take that.
- Nah, you're alright.

Go on, take it.

- Thank you.
- Hey, what are ya doin'?

Oh, he's alright.

You deserve it.

Thank you, boys.

- Say hello to your mum for me.
- Yeah, I will.

She's a MILF.

- Shut up, man!
- What?

So you're telling me
you wouldn't bang that?

Yeah...

flat this big,
you'll get a very good crop.

Very good crop.

What's the matter?
Don't-- don't worry.

You don't have to do nothing.

I take care of everything.

Cool.

It's Ra'Nell, right?
Do you remember me?

You're a friend
of my dad's.

I was a friend of your dad's.
I ain't seen Wayne in a long time.

How do I know
you're not lying?

You don't.
You just gonna have to trust me.

- Listen, I'm here about your mum.
- What about my mum?

She's okay, but she's in hospital.

What do you mean,
she's in hospital?

Don't worry, she's not
physically sick or nothing.

She just needs time to rest.

She'll be alright. Look,
I bought you some jerk chicken.

You better save me some,
you know!

I'm guessing you don't wanna
stay with your dad?

No.

Don't even know where the fuck he is.

The thing is,
if you ain't got no-one to stay with –

no family or nothin' –,
they're gonna put you into care.

That's why your mum never said
anything to the doctors about you.

I'm not going into care,
I can look after myself.

- But she might not be back for a while.
- I said, I ain't going into care!

This is what we're gonna do.

You're gonna stay here...

but under my terms, yeah?

Right, you go to school every day.

You keep yourself and... this place
clean for your mum.

No hanging out on the estate...

and you go to your bed at night early.

That's the deal.

- Now, can you cook?
- A bit.

Okay, I can bring you
some stuff you can heat up.

When do I get to visit her?

That's gonna be tricky.

'Cause if the doctors see you,
they put two and two together and...

I'll see what I can do.

If I write a note,
would you give it to her?

Yeah, of course.

Now, eat up.

What the fuck's he doing here?

- Who's that, Lee?
- Soldier outta Summerhouse.

- Is he the one that lost our bit of grub?
- Yeah, that's the cunt.

You've got fucking cheek, innit?
What ya doin'?

- Came to give Bobby his paper.
- Give me the fuckin' money.

I want to give it to him personally.

Give me the fucking paper, mate.
Go on, go on, gimme.

I think Bobby wants to see me.

Fuck you, you cunt.

Sit down.

What's your name, kid?

Dushane.

- You got some paperwork for me?
- Yeah.

It don't wanna be shy.

- It's all there, man.
- You got two minutes.

Let me ask you a question, yeah?

Why we gotta make it so hard
for the customers?

Feds know people are
buying and selling in Hackney, man.

Now, as long as we don't make no noise,

they don't really care.

It's just part of the
fabric of life, innit?

Fabric of life?

- Look, this is all very interesting but--
- Look, let me run Summerhouse.

That position's filled,
you know that.

I ain't dubbing Lee
or nothin', yeah?

But you think
Kamale and them London Fields boys

could come into Summerhouse
if he was doing his job right?

I know you and Lee are tight.

That don't change what happened, man,
and it shouldn't have happened.

So, what do you want from me?

Eight ounces of brown,

- to start.
- Eight?

I can move that easy.

- So you wanna do business with me, yeah?
- That's right.

- Why?
- I want a life.

But you're breathing, ain't you?

I want a good life.

I was born and bred in Summerhouse.

26 years old.

I got nothing else to be, except this.

I was born in Summerhouse.

We gonna do business or what?

Light, very important.

Always keep this distance from here.

- What about the water?
- Water? Water is here. Pump is always on.

- You like gardening?
- Yeah, I love gardening.

- But it's not like growing tomatoes, is it?
- Same same, but different.

You don't go to prison
for growing tomatoes in a window box.

Most important thing
not to go to prison – smell.

- Smell?
- Smell from the plant very strong.

Extractor take away the smell.

- How long does it take to grow a crop?
- 13 weeks. Now...

when you grow,
must always have shiny leaf, dark green.

Pale, no good.
Yellow, no good.

Means you not feed it right.

Every day, you check the pH, water.

Temperature.
Make sure pump is always working.

Shiny, shiny leaf?

You want,
I buy your crop off you.

- What are you gonna give me for it?
- I give you good price.

- What price?
- Good price.

No, no, Vincent,
I need the exact price.

- I need to have this all worked out.
- Nah, nah, don't worry.

I give you good price, alright?

What's goin' on?

What's happenin'? Alright?

What's this?

There's a name in there.

It's gotta be this one, the right one.

You alright, girl?
What ya saying?

Ra'Nell put some clothes together for you.

He asked me to give you this.

He's a good kid, ya know.

He's got some fire in his belly!

He's alright.

Listen, Lise.

They got you on all these drugs
to stabilise you...

and that's alright for now.

But I've seen too many people
stay doped up on these things,

and it ain't no way to get better, trust me.

So when you're feeling up to it...

I want you to come to the gym and train.

It'll do you good.

And don't worry about Ra'Nell.

I'll look after him.

He'll be alright.

If your mum doesn't come home tonight,
are you gonna call someone?

I don't need to,
I already know where she is.

Where?

Come on, tell me.

They put her in a mental hospital.

No.

- When is she coming home?
- I don't know.

Shit.

She'll be alright, though, yeah?

Yeah, hopefully.

Can't even visit her. If they found out
about me, they'd put me in care.

So don't be telling no-one, bro.

I won't.

Marnie?

Keep your head still now, bro.

I'm talking.

How am I supposed to talk
if I can't move my head?

I can talk without moving my head,
watch me.

Did you see my head move?

That's 'cause your chat is shit, cuz.

My head moves when I talk
'cause I talk important shit.

And don't use that as an excuse
to fuck up my hair.

You're done.

Nah, nah, I'm not done, fam. Look...

symmetry, fam.

That's it, you're done.

Listen, I'm just about
to get in the car.

Alright.

- Yo, are you Rossie?
- Who's asking?

Just come on, man.

What's wrong with you? Hurry up.
Fucking open it!

- Keep still, man.
- Fuck.

Fuck.

- Hey, fam, just come on! What's wrong with you?
- Fuckin' hold him down!

Come on.

- Shit, man.
- What? What?

It's the wrong finger.

Bruv, they ain't gonna know
the fucking difference.

Of course they will know
the fuckin' difference, bruv. Look.

They look the same to me.

I'm telling you now,
you need to get the right finger.

You saying you want me to cut
the other finger off now?

It's attention to detail, innit?

- Go on.
- You're sick.

Come on.

My sister's kid,

17 years old, got a glass eye,

all because this...

got poked in his face.

Now, a situation has become vacant.

My mate here, Lee...

well, he's moving up.

Congratulations.

So that means that you two... and me
are gonna do business together,

but we're gonna do business...
exactly how I say.

Because what this is
is a special relationship.

I'm trusting you with my food.

You can trust us.

I know that I can trust you.

Because I know who your family are.

Give 'em the parcel.

- Bring me the paper in a week.
- What about Kamale?

What about him?

You boys are running
Summerhouse now.

Whatever you feel to do, fine by me.

What you saying, cuz?

Nah, chill, man. Jam.

I just come to tell you
we're running Summerhouse now.

You hear me? So all them
little stunts you pulled before,

coming and taking man's food
and all that,

can't happen again, understand?

- So, what about Lee Greene?
- Don't worry about Lee Greene.

He's moved on.

What ya doing, man?! Fuck!

Stay the fuck out of Summerhouse,
ya listening?!

What you do that for?

You know me, I don't come nowhere
just to talk, blud.

And, anyway, I saw his face.
He weren't even listenin' to you, blud.

You know what you started now, innit?

He already started it.

Listen, we've got this place in Finchley,
it's all set up, ready to go.

We're going country,
that's full-on, that's 24/7.

You sure your youngsters can handle
that sort of pressure?

They know what they have to do.

How much do you want?

Box of each.

That's a lot of money.

You better know what you're doing.

- No!
- Oi!

Come, man,
let me talk to you quickly.

You see Dris, Chantelle?

They're all making mad paper,
you know.

Even little Michael, 10 years old...

making his money.

What are you lot saying?
Wanna make paper?

- Yeah, I do.
- What about you, Ra'Nell?

Look, bruv, I know your mum's
in the Hackney nuthouse, you know.

- I didn't say nothing, I swear.
- Don't worry, bruv.

- This is Summerhouse – word gets around.
- Yeah.

Look, I know how it is,
family and that, you get me?

I know your dad ain't around,
but we are.

When your mum comes out,

it's you that has to
step up for her like a man.

- Gotta take care of her and all that.
- Listen...

we're your family now.

Right, think of all these lot
as your cousins, you get me?

I'll look out for you, fam.
Don't worry.

Hey, you lot,

- I'm gonna pick you lot up, innit?
- When?

When you see me,
that's when it is.

Fucking hell, man. "When?"
Just be ready.

Bruv, we're gonna be rich.

Fuck.

Do you know how gay you look?

Shut the fuck up!
You know how fucking skinny you look?

- Prick.
- You think I'm joking?

How you gonna defend yourself
on the roads with them skinny arms?

That's why I've got a knife,
so I don't have to do none of this gay shit.

What are you saying,
Shane?

- What are you saying, man?
- I need to ask you a favour, man.

Alright.
What is it?

I'd really appreciate it
if you left Ra'Nell Smith alone.

What's Ra'Nell Smith
got to do with you?

- His mum's a good friend of mine.
- So what, bro?

Still ain't got nothing
to do with you.

Like, this is our thing.

If we wanna talk to someone,
we're gonna talk to them.

I'm sort of looking after him
while his mum's in hospital.

I promised her
I'd keep him out of trouble.

Didn't you just hear
what he said?

Think about it, yeah?

Plenty other kids out there, man.

Hope you ain't
thinking about it?

Who the fuck
does he think he is?

You know what?

- Leave Ra'Nell out this time, yeah?
- What, 'cause of him?

It's more trouble than it's worth.

Fuck him.

Come.

Yo, on this. Jump on this bar.

We're done. Got shit to do.

Come on, man.

Yo.

- You good?
- Alright.

- Alright, get in the car, man.
- I need to get my dog.

You wanna make money
or you wanna take your dog for a walk?

Exactly. Get in the car.

- No, not you, bro.
- What you talkin' about?

- You ain't comin'.
- But Dushane said I should.

Dushane nothing.
You got a problem, talk to Leon, yeah?

Yo.

Stop making so much fucking noise, man.

Only joking, man.

Fucking hell, don't you talk?

- He's alright, man.
- Tell him I'm only joking.

Gem, you ever been country before?

I went once to Hampshire with my nan.

What, you went country shopping
with your nan or something?

He did not just say that.

Nah, nah, nah. That's not the kind
of country he's talking about.

Hey, listen, Gem,
there's a whole 'nother country, you know.

It's not that place you've been before,
trust me.

He's talking about his fuckin' nan.

You okay?

Burst his brain, blud.

Head top's popping.

'Cause you're shit, man.
You can't even fucking play.

The thing's hard, bro.
You get sore thumbs!

- Good?
- That's what I'm saying.

Well done, hey.

Hey, you lot, listen, yeah.

This is Robert, my best fiend.

Hey, wake up, man. What's wrong with you?
Gazin' on the game, man.

Just wanna let everyone know we're here.
You get me?

Get the line banging.
Isn't that right, Robert?

Yeah?

Yeah?
Go sit over there or something, man.

Fuck, man.

Make sure you bring my lighter back as well.

Nice to meet you, fam.

Fuck, say something.

- This place is dirty, fam.
- Yeah.

- I got that, fam.
- Well done.

Oi, listen.

Gonna blitz this place quick,
you get me? In an' out, yeah?

Before the feds even know man's here.

What you sayin', fam?

Yo, come here, let me talk to you.

Come, Rob, get up, man.
Go in the other room, man.

What's wrong with you?

Sit down there, brudda.

Now, it's a simple thing, bruv.
All you gotta remember

is make sure you bring me back
the right money every time.

You understand?

Alright?
Otherwise it's gonna get political.

I don't care if it's even like £5.
It don't matter.

You get me? It's the principle.

Alright, that £5 there
represents respect, yeah?

We're together.

Anyone fucks up,

it reflects on everyone, you understand?

Alright,

go and do your thing, man. Go on.

Come and get this crack here, man.
Fuck all this game shit, man.

- But I just don't get it.
- Look...

all you have to do, yeah,
is practise with your tongue, innit?

Get it all agile. Look, see?

Drop to the back like this.

Okay?

Under your tongue like this.

Can you see?

Does it look like
I'm holding anything?

See, because I've got five on this side,

got seven on this side here.

If the feds try to stop me,
they ain't gonna clock shit in my mouth,

'cause it's all the way back there.

See that?
Right, look.

Go on, try it.

At the back, under your tongue. Way back.

That's it, yeah. Go on.
Way down in the back.

Shit, what the--

Bruv, don't swallow it, bro!

Couple of score bags, star.

Oi, what's this street called?

Just in case I get lost.

Andrews Road, blud.

There you go,
done your laundry for you.

What did you say to Dushane and them?
You had no right.

What was the deal?

You can stay here
as long as you behave yourself.

Hanging with Dushane and Sully and them –
that ain't behaving yourself.

You're a hypocrite.

You were on the roads with my dad, right?

You were in jail with him,
for fuck's sake.

I see you talking to
Dushane and Sully and them again,

I'm calling social services and I'm
telling them that you're here on your own.

What, you'd hurt my mum like that?

Don't you think it would hurt her more,
you hanging with them?

God, no.

What do you need, love?

Oh, just two on one,
can I have some?

Those okay? Okay.

- Thanks.
- Enjoy yourself.

Bruv, kill him.

Kill him, otherwise come off the game,
seriously.

Yo.

Yeah, fam, what-- what was you looking?

Alright, just wait in the same place, yeah?

Yo.

Three on two.

Fuckin' hell, man.

Yo!

Yo, fam. Come on, man.

Three on two for me now, yeah?
Same place, yeah?

Shit.

Yo.

- Yo. Have you got six on two?
- What ya want?

- Six on two.
- Alright, cool. Where you at?

I'm outside.

The fuck! What you doin' outside, bruv?
Yo!

- What the fuck they doin' coming to the house?
- I don't know.

They're outside, bro.

Go and sort them out.

- Tell them to fucking never come back again.
- Bruv, don't fuckin' come back to the house,

you hear me, yeah?

Dickhead, bruv.
Bruv, I don't...

Fuck.

Oi, you idiot!

Don't fuckin' come round our house again
before I smack you up, bruv!

- Where's my money?!
- Open the fuckin' gate.

- Fuck.
- Hurry up.

Open the gate. Open the gate.

Hurry up. Hurry up.

- Run it! Run it!
- What?

Oi, pussy!

Where's Dushane?!
Where's Dushane, huh?!

What? What? What?

Hey, yo, country boy!

Hey!

What the fuck, blud?

- Big man, yeah?
- Get the food, man.

Oi, get the fuckin' food!

- What the fuck?
- That's right.

- I need to whip you like a fuckin' bitch.
- Get the food.

Fuck, where's
the fuckin' money, bruv?

The money, B?

- Where's the fucking money?!
- Pick up the money, blud.

Fuckin' pay with money, brudda.

You know, you better use that right now,
you know, 'cause I is coming after you, fam.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I ain't gotta do that.

Bobby Raikes is gonna do that.

Both of you.

I'll see you later.

Okay, let's go. Pussies!

Pussy!

What the fuck?!

Fuck...

What you doin' here?

You know we're fucked now, innit?