Original subtitles

- Our ship just came in, my son. (chuckles)

- [Woman] What was your involvement in the murder of Kamale Lewis?

(gunshot)

- Don't know nothing about it.

- My client has given you an answer. Now move on.

- Michael.

Here, come.

I got a special job for you today.

Hey, listen, make sure you don't let me down, you know.

- I won't.

- Was it the water?

- The water's good, innit?

- Well, something's killed 'em.

- He took my phone.

- Dushane put the price up.

- You're getting it off him?

-Blood, Dushane's the only one that's got food right now.

- We need to make some more paper quick.

- I lose money. 25 grand minimum.

- All right. Well, I'd better go.

I've got school. - No, no, no.

You're not going nowhere.

- (Man rapping) Thinking of riding on my dogs?

No, you better not,

I'll leave your head open

Like windows when the weather's hot

No evidence for the federal

Only when I leave the crime scene I take the leathers off

Rolling with the AK, hoping that I catch a cunt.

- (Mike) (scoffs) What is this?

- I turn the 'matic on. I'll--

- (Mike) AK?

- What's funny?

- Blood, you ever been on the road? Hm?

Cos trust me, I've been on the road and I ain't never seen no

AK-47 in my life, bruv.

- Never.

- Bruv, get in that room, get a drink, man, go on.

Big man's talking out here.

So what you guys really think?

- It's like, I ain't even heard him before

and I feel like I heard him a million times.

- Exactly.

-You ain't showing me no love, man.

No love at all.

(laughing) - Look Tone, you called us.

What's up? Talk to me, man.

- Well, hear this, bruv.

See this killing people for money business?

- Mm.

- Don't really wanna be doing it no more, you get me?

I got my music now.

I got my kids and stuff.

Don't really like doing it again, you feel me?

- Well, don't do it. - Relax.

- Well, hear this.

A guy came to see me last week, yeah, offers me

ten grand for a hit. - Mm.

- I told him no at first. But then I remembered you guys are

looking to make some money fast.

So what I'm thinking is, you do the hit,

we split down the middle.

- Well, what you doing for your five?

- I'm introducing the work, innit?

- We can find that work ourselves.

Keep the whole ten. - Oh, you think so?

This is niche, you know.

Very specialized business. - (laughs) Niche.

- Look, you need the money or what?

- Look, how about this?

We do it, we take nine, we give you one.

You ain't even gotta move off the sofa.

- One?

- (Mike) One. - Come on, man. At least two.

- One.

- You're not serious?

All right, one, then, innit? - (Mike) Sweet, Tone.

(laughing)

- No hard feelings, you know.

- (Mike) Tone comes round fast.

Cheers, Tone. - (Sully) Who is it, anyway?

- Jermaine Newton, lives on Clarence Road. You know him?

- (Mike) Yeah, couple more jobs like this and we're on our way, bruv.

- Kamale, man.

- (Automated voice) Going down.

- So you know this Jermaine geezer?

- (Automated voice) Doors closing.

- Yeah. It's my cousin.

- Dushane.

- What happened?

Who did it?

- Ain't gonna walk.

- You'll walk.

You gotta tell me what happened.

What happened?

- The... the...

the Albanian.

- What?

- Albanian. - The Albanians took the food, yeah?

- Yeah.

- Where can I find them?

Joe, where can I find them?

(alarm beeps)

- (Mr. Mustapha) Gem!

Gemel!

Hey!

School.

School. Get up.

Now.

I'm going to Ramsgate.

- Ramsgate? Where's that?

- Outside London.

The rents are low.

- When? Are we gonna live there?

- Maybe.

And clean up that mess.

- My dad wants us to move to Ramsgate, innit?

- Ramsgate? What for?

- They're kicking him out of the chippy, innit?

- Why they kicking him out?

- I don't wanna go to Ramsgate.

- I don't blame you, bruv.

- Hey. - Don't leave me, bruv.

- Going to school?

Work hard. Study.

Enjoy yourself.

- Wait there for you, yeah?

- I sent you a message, come to my shop.

You no come.

Many messages.

- They never came through.

- You have a school locker?

- What? Yeah.

- You got a key?

- Yeah.

- Put this in your locker.

Don't look inside. Understand?

- I can't take this. - Seven o'clock, you take it here.

Give to a Chinese guy.

Don't be late, OK?

Hey, come to the shop after, OK?

- (Ra'Nell) You all right?

- (Michael) You actually think they're gonna catch the killer?

- They ain't never gonna catch who done Kamale.

- They got ways, man, believe me.

They got ways.

- Two on two.

- Wait over there.

Go get it.

- (whistling) Ay, yo! 5-0! 5-0!

- Hey, feds.

- (R-Marni) Why are they here?

- (Nevaeh) Trust me, man, they should be catching criminals or something.

- Good, yeah? - Good, yeah. Cool.

Two on two.

- Careful, man. There's feds there.

Hey, I tell you what.

You know, my cousin's working in the shop today.

- Is he?

- Yeah. He said we can take anything we want.

- Let's go, then.

- (Nevaeh) I'm telling you, any trainers you want, man.

- Where you lot going?

- (R-Marni) Shop.

- (Michael) We'll be back in a bit.

- Alright. Hurry up, though. Don't take the piss.

- (Nevaeh) Yeah.

- You gotta tell someone.

- Like who?

- What about your dad?

- My dad don't care about me except when he's angry.

If I told him, he wouldn't kill Vincent, he'd kill me.

You gonna come with me to his shop later?

- No, man. I got my trial, man.

You know that.

(school bell rings)

- Hey, wagwan. - Wagwan.

Where them youngers?

- Feds come round here, innit, so they fucked off.

- Feds, fam? There ain't no feds here, fam.

Shout dem, man. They should be working.

- All right, sir.

- What you saying? - What's going on?

- You seen this?

- What's up?

It's a waste of paper, man.

- Fam, they ain't gonna let that go, you know.

- They can put them things up.

They ain't got nothing. The case ain't going nowhere. You get me?

Oi. You found out where them men are?

- Yeah, they've got a warehouse near the canal.

- All right.

I'll check it.

- Yo, Trevor.

- (Trevor) Yo.

Yo, fam. Where the fuck's my food?

I gave you the money for the food and I still don't see none.

And don't talk to the mandem starving, blood. Wagwan?

- Bruv, you're gonna get your two boxes.

- Are you sure, bro?

- Yeah.

- Blood, right now I'm hearing you got problems picking up

and I hear you got problems with the Jakes over Kamale.

- Yeah, that's gone away.

- What do you mean, that's gone away?

- All I'm saying is, yeah, the reason there ain't been no wars, fam,

is cos of your rep, innit?

But once that goes, everything goes, fam.

Food, yeah?

- Fuck them pussies.

(techno music)

- Which shoes you gonna get?

- The Adidas, innit?

- Hey, that's my cousin, Rufus.

- You all right? - (Nevaeh) Yeah.

- Can I help you?

- Um, Can I get the high tops in size five?

- Size five, yeah? - Yeah.

- Wait here.

- The manager's looking at us.

- Don't worry. Rufus will sort us out.

- Sure you done this before?

- Yeah, man. Any trainers you want.

- What if we get clocked?

- We won't. - Size five, yeah?

- Yeah.

- Have a seat. - Thanks.

- Oi, got the Astro trainers?

- Oi!

- Move, man!

- Get off me!

Get off me!

- Keep still. - Get off me!

- Keep still. Just relax, mate. Relax!

- Crack cocaine and heroin.

That's big boys' stuff.

Somebody give you these drugs to sell?

- No comment.

- Look, this is a very serious crime, Michael.

Possession of class A drugs with intent to supply.

What, do you wanna go to prison?

- No. - Well, that's where you're heading.

- Here's what I think, right?

I think that somebody's given you these drugs

and they've told you to sell them.

- It's not just you, either. Your mum's in big trouble.

- My mum? - (Male detective) Yeah, you've been truanting.

You and your little brother. We've checked up.

Both of you, you're never in school.

- Mums go to prison for that.

- (Bearded detective) I see you live in Summerhouse.

Don't look at him. Look at me.

Someone in the Summerhouse gang,

did they give you these drugs and tell you to sell them?

- No.

- So these are your drugs you're selling? - They're not my drugs.

- These are your drugs? Is that what you're saying?

- They don't... They're not mine.

- Well, they must be, because no one gave them to you--

- I'm not saying that - So they must be yours.

- They're not mine. - Well then whose are they?

- They're not my drugs. - Then whose are they?

- Dushane's! - All right, OK. Dushane.

- Do you love your mum, Michael?

Yeah, yeah, course you do,

so you wouldn't wanna get your mum in any trouble, would you?

- No.

- Why did you have this on you, Michael?

- I just picked it up.

- Why, though? Did you...

Do you know something about this?

- You wouldn't wanna get your mum and your little brother

in trouble, would you?

- No.

- Do you know something about this murder?

- I only saw...

I was outside the house.

- You were outside the house?

- Yeah. - What house?

- The one in LF.

- (Male detective) Good. - (Dris) Don't you make money?

- (Shaheed) Answer the man.

- (Dris) Don't you make money?

- (Nevaeh) Yeah.

- (Dris) So why the fuck you stealing trainers?

- What the fuck's going on?

- This idiot took the youths to steal trainers, fam, got Michael nicked.

- Took Michael to steal trainers, yeah?

You took Michael to steal trainers?

Whose idea was that?

- It was mine, but my cousin said it wouldn't be a problem.

- What have I told you about stealing, though?

- Uh... Don't do nothing. It's gonna attract attention.

- What you say?

- Don't do noth... - Fucking idiot. I swear down.

Where's Michael now?

- I don't know. In the cells.

- So how come Michael got nicked and you lot never?

- Me and R-Marni got away.

- (Dushane) You got away, yeah?

What have I told you about family?

You don't ever leave your family when they in trouble, you fucking fool.

Where's your phone, man? Give it to Shaheed.

Those the trainers you nicked, yeah?

Yeah, take them off as well and give them to Shaheed.

You not fucking hear what I said? Take off the trainers!

- (Dris) Fucking twat.

- (Dushane) Idiot.

Hurry up.

Come, man.

- You lot making me look like some fucking dickhead.

- Are you OK?

(sucks teeth)

- All this, pubs and that,

is it all necessary?

- Trust me.

- Yeah?

- Plus he is my cousin, anyway. I can't just fucking...

kill him without talking to him. You know what I'm saying?

- (laughs) Suppose so. - (Man) Yo.

- (Mike) Is this him? - (Bartender) What's happening?

- (Sully) Yo.

- Fucking hell.

That Sully?

What you saying, cuz?

- Yeah, man, I'm good. - Good to see you now, yeah?

That's my mate Mike. - What's happening, geezer?

- (Sully) Jermaine, yeah?

- Cool. Nice, man.

What you doing round here, you mad man?

- Waiting to see you, innit?

- (Jermaine) What?

- Sit down, man.

- You all right, yeah? - Mm.

Look, I'll be straight.

Someone's put a hit out on you, Jermaine.

- (laughs) You're winding me up.

Serious?

- (Sully) Mm.

Yeah, man. Me and Mike got asked to do it.

It's no joke.

- That's mad, fam.

- Got any ideas who could be behind it?

- You mean you don't know?

- It don't go like that, man.

- You must know who wants you dead, bruv.

- Well...

I'm trying to think...

Obviously there's a couple that would like to try a ting, but doing it...

Not even. You get me?

- Offered us 20 grand.

- 20 bags? - Mm.

- Fucking hell.

- Someone wants you dead, man.

- Mm.

Aight, well, look, thanks for coming and telling man, innit?

I respect that.

Obviously you're not gonna forget man for that.

When I got a little ting running,

just bring man in. You get me?

- I don't see nothing in your hand, though.

- What?

- To reverse the hit.

- Don't piss me off, Sully.

- You don't want me to do that for you?

- This is something a cousin's meant to be coming and telling man for free.

What're you talking about?

You're being serious?

Look, you've done man a little favor, yeah?

I said thank you, innit?

I'll make sure you're good.

- (Sully) A little favor?

I want the full 20.

- (scoffs) You know what, Sully?

You can fuck off, then, innit?

- What?

Hey, Mike, show him what you got.

- Sit down. Sit the fuck down.

- Are you stupid, Sully?

How you gonna do this to your own blood, fam?

- (Sully) Yeah, yeah, yeah

you might be my own blood, but I ain't never liked you, Jermaine.

- Sully, come on. This ain't even on, fam.

- Shut up. - Just keep walking. Keep walking.

- This is a joke ting.

This is long, man. - (Mike) Keep it moving.

Oi, oi.

- (Sully) Oi, that's that fucking kid.

Oi, Mike, put him in the car.

- Sully, what the fuck you doing?

- (Sully) Huh?

Yeah, it's me. (laughs)

Where's my fucking phone?

Hm? - I ain't got it.

- Thought you weren't gonna see me again?

Where is it? I'll fucking hit you, you know.

- (Mike) Argh!

- Did no one tell you it's wrong to rob people?

- Sully!

Sul! - Fucking hell, Mike.

- (Jermaine) Fuck. Fuck.

(groans)

- (Sully) Hey, you bitch.

Don't fucking make me run again.

Move!

- I know... - Fucking move!

- Sully, man.

Fam...

- (Sully) Fucking move. Shut up.

- (Jermaine) I know. - (Sully) What did I say?

- I know. I done shit, blood. Sorry. Sorry.

- Get in. - (Jason) Oi!

I've got your phone, dickhead!

- Fucking prick.

- (Female detective) Which house is it?

- It's that one.

- (Male detective) That's Kayla Thomas's house.

That's where they went in to get Kamale, yeah?

Right, listen, we're gonna be acting on the information that you've given us.

You understand? - I wanna go home.

- You need protection, Michael. - I don't need protection.

I told you everything I know. I just wanna go home.

- Look, my personal mobile number is written on the back of there, yeah?

Now, if you get frightened, you call that number, yeah?

- (Coach 1) Go on, go on! Five seconds! Come on!

- (Coach 2) Keep going.

Sprint to the back of the queue and reset.

- (Coach 1) Legs up. Go, go, go!

Next!

- (Coach 2) Just the one foot, that's it.

Good, good. Next!

Sprint to the back and reset.

Keep it going with the one foot, left foot. Well done.

- Vincent sent you?

- Look, I need to contact the landlords.

OK, whatever, the church commissioners.

This is urgent.

(mouths)

- You alright, sweetness?

- Well, I still wanna see someone.

And you will call me back?

Thank you. Bye.

What you been up to?

- Had my trial, innit?

- Oh, the trial.

How did it go?

- Yeah, it went good.

- So what did they say?

Did you get in?

- Said they'll let me know.

- Well, how do you think you did?

- I was all right. I think I was one of the best there.

- That's great.

- I got everything crossed for you, babe.

- You'll never guess who these church commissioners are.

Only the prime minister, the Lord Chancellor and the archbishop.

They thought I was having a laugh when I said I wanted an appointment.

- Well, it doesn't matter how important these people are.

They're still gonna dash us out, innit?

- We being thrown out?

- Not if I've got anything to do with it.

- You give him the bag?

- Yeah.

- You look inside?

- No.

- You smoke?

- Not really. Sometimes.

- Here, you smoke.

- Thanks.

- Where you going? - Home, innit?

- You owe money.

I say you go, you go.

I say go there, you go there.

I say take this, what do you do?

- Take it.

- I call you, you come. You understand?

- Well, how long is this all gonna go on--

- You have the money to pay me? - No.

- You have the money? - No.

- OK, then, I own you.

You're, you're mine.

You do as I tell you, OK?

Now, don't worry. Don't worry.

I pay you. I pay you. OK?

One, two, three...

You earn good money.

So when I call you, what do you do?

- Come.

- Now you can go.

(atmospheric club music)

- So you finally got a free evening, then.

- I like to spend my time usefully.

- You need to relax sometimes, you know.

Can I get you a drink?

- I don't drink.

- Why don't you drink?

- If you saw me drunk, falling over, talking loud,

would you really think, 'That's the person I wanna trust with my life?

'With my freedom'?

- Well, you could do it in private.

- But then it wouldn't be any fun.

So...

girls like to buy you clothes.

They're nice. The clothes.

- I'd like to buy you something nice.

- Oh, reverse the pattern?

- Just to show my appreciation for what you done.

- Maybe I've got expensive taste.

- What size are you?

- And how would you pay for my expensive taste?

- With money.

- But you don't have any income.

That's what you told the police.

- I don't know why you're bringing up the police.

Now, I'd say you were...

a size eight?

Yeah.

You sure you don't want a drink?

- I've already answered that question. Now move on.

- So what do you do to enjoy yourself?

(Ghostpoet: "Us Against Whatever Ever" plays)

* Got no car, but my heart is beating, fleeting

* It won't stop for the rain or sheet

* And under sheets; staring silent

* Peaceful, yeah

* Hours to burn, but we don't care

* It's in the air

* Love is here. Not over there

* Round and round we go

* When's it gonna stop

* I ain't been paid and I ain't got a lot

* But it's us against whatever babe

* Us against whatever babe

* Round and round we go

* When's it gonna stop

* I ain't been paid and I ain't got a lot

* But it's us against whatever babe

* Us against whatever babe

- (Sully) All right, so, listen,

you know the deal, yeah?

You don't give your brother no names.

Don't tell him about shit that's happened today.

Bruv, you get that?

- Blood, I fucking heard you.

- Don't fucking make it hard.

This is happening whether you like it or not, bruv.

(ringing tone) It's ringing. Do it.

- Yo, Rafe. - (Rafe) Yo.

- Yo, what's happening? Yeah, it's me.

I need you to do me a favor still.

- Yeah, what's that? - Mm, yeah, yeah.

I got a little debt I need to run back.

I need to sell my car, yeah?

Yeah, I need to sell it quick, though.

- You want me to sell your car for you?

- Like tonight.

- Tonight?

How the fuck am I gonna do that? - Well, as soon as poss, then.

(inaudible)

Yeah, blood, I know, innit?

As long as it's quick.

- Quick?

- Can you just make that happen for me, please, Rafe, I beg.

- All right, yeah.

- Yeah, call me.

- I'll call you.

- Yeah, call me when you do, yeah?

All right, cool. See you.

- When's he gonna have it?

- When he sells the car, innit?

Look, why don't you just take the car, then, Sully, yeah?

It's worth 20, innit? It's worth more than 20, actually, yeah? I'll just...

I'll give you the keys, I'll sign over the log book, do what you want and--

- I want the paper, Jermaine.

- Blood, well, you're gonna have to wait, then.

Look, just get man some food at least, cuz, I'm fucking starving now.

- (Mike) Yeah, come, let's eat.

Who's gonna go get it?

(ringing tone)

- (Jason) Yo.

- Oh, so you have got my phone, you little fucker.

- (Dushane) I like your place.

- It's small.

Where do you live?

- I've got a flat on the canal.

- But not in your name.

- Yeah, but it's still mine, though.

- Legally speaking, I'm not sure you're on firm ground there.

- Yeah, well, legally speaking ain't everything, babe.

- It's the law.

- It's a law.

- Doesn't it bother you,

having no security?

- I have security.

- You don't have a property in your name. You don't have a car in your name.

I mean, what do you have to show for all your...

efforts?

- (chuckles) I'm from Summerhouse, babe.

Where from the day you're born they tell you you can't have nothing.

I think I'm doing all right.

(banging on door)

- Who is it? - (Jason) Me.

- Come in, then. Come in, man.

You better have my fucking change.

- (Mike) Yes, food.

- (Jermaine) Yo.

I need the toilet.

- Mike, take him to it.

- Fuck him. Let's eat.

Come, let's go.

Upstairs on the right.

- Fucking lucky I don't shoot you dead, you know that?

(chuckles)

Have some food, man.

- So do it, then.

- What you doing, blood?

- Do what you've gotta do.

- Move from the toilet.

- Just piss.

- Are you stupid? I said move from the fucking toilet, blood.

(chuckles) Whatever. - Get on with it.

Argh!

Ah!

Sully! Sul!

- Hey!

For fuck's sake! Oi!

- (Jermaine) Aaah!

- (Sully) Fuck.

Fucking run, yeah? Trying to fucking run?

Fucking idiot.

Fucking dickhead.

- (Dushane) Why don't you just miss work today?

- I don't do that.

- Come on, man, take that off.

Babe, come on.

- You know, when I first saw you, I thought,

'He's more intelligent than my normal clients.'

- What, is that all you thought?

- Actually, yeah, it is.

But then I thought, 'If he's so intelligent,

what's he doing in a police station?'

- You never heard of miscarriage of justice?

- What's he doing on the streets

running a bunch of kids?

- When I was at school, my headmaster took me into his office one day

and he told me, 'You won't accept anyone telling you what to do.

'You're disrespectful to the teachers.

'You ain't ever gonna achieve anything in life.'

But ask anyone in Summerhouse.

They know my name.

They know who I am.

- Dushane, I like people who come from nothing and make

something out of themselves.

People who want more than what we've been told we can have.

- Yeah well, some of us have to work hard for what we have.

- Look, my dad left when I was one year old.

My mum, she can barely read or write.

I went to school, put my head down and I worked hard.

I put myself through college, working in bars, restaurants,

babysitting, anything.

Do you get what I'm saying?

Summerhouse is a shithole.

You're the king of a shithole, Dushane.

Good for you.

(siren wails)

- Michael, what happened, man? Did they beat you up?

- Yeah, but I didn't say nothing.

- (R-Marni) You all right, fam?

- They charge you?

- You on bail?

- When did you get out?

- Last night. They let me out with a caution.

- Yo. Wagwan.

- Wagwan.

- So you've been nicked now, yeah?

Now you know how it feels.

No big deal?

- No big deal.

- So what did they ask you, then?

- Who was in the shop with me, what their names was,

stuff like that, innit?

- What did you say?

- I said 'no comment' like you told me.

- Good. Good.

You're my best soldier.

Hey, look who's home, fam.

- You all right, yeah?

- Yeah.

- You know what? Hold that.

Go and do your ting, man.

- All right, cool.

- (Dushane) All right.

I checked out that Albanian place still.

- Yeah.

- I think it's time we paid them a visit, fam.

- (Michael) So what you saying? Did you get the shoes?

- (Nevaeh) Yeah, I got them, but Dushane took them off me.

- Why?

- He was angry, innit?

I had to walk home barefoot and everything.

- (Michael) No socks?

- No, I had socks. - Oh, OK.

- You lot, I'm sorry about taking you stealing, innit?

Dushane was like--

- I have never ever seen him so pissed.

- I know, but he loves you, innit?

Was you scared in the police station?

- No. No big deal.

Just asked me questions about school, stuff like that like.

Just chatting about shit.

- (Passerby) Ten on ten?

- That's 100, yeah? You got 100?

Give it to him.

We ain't got that much here, so he's gonna have to go get it.

Wait over there.

- (Shaheed) Yeah.

Mm. How much you want?

Yeah?

- Ten on ten. - (Shaheed) All right, cool.

- You know you're rude, innit?

Some ignorant youth.

Next time say 'wagwan' first, yeah?

- Get that paper...

- What, bruv?

What you doing, man? Get off me, man!

- (Nafisa) Yo!

What happened, man? - What the fuck?

- (Nafisa) Did he take the food?

- Yeah. - (Nafisa) Oh, shit, man.

For real?

- That youth is dead, blood.

- Did you get him?

- No. What was it?

- Ten on ten, man.

- Fuck.

- (Nafisa) Don't worry, man.

- Fucking morphine.

- Here, mate.

Joe, how did these Albanians even know about this shipment, mate?

- I haven't a fucking clue how they knew.

You'd better believe me on that.

- I believe you.

We've gotta get our food back, though, man.

I'm not gonna let these fuckers get away with this.

- Let it go, Dushane.

Those fuckers are killers.

- If they're killers, why aren't you dead?

(laughs)

- Mum?

Mum?

I got you these.

- Where'd you get these?

(sighs) I love you. You know that?

- (Nafisa) Do you want Mr. Elephant?

- (Erin) No.

- (Dris) Yeah? What about penguin?

- No.

- Mr. Panda?

- No.

- Why don't you try saying yes one of these days?

Say yes. - No.

- Do you think that's funny, hm?

- No.

- What about this, then? The monkey.

- Yes!

- There you go.

- Monkey! - Give me a kiss.

That's from me.

That's from Mum.

- Yo. It's time to go.

- (Nafisa) It's the mummy monkey.

- Come, give her a kiss, fam. The Albanians can wait.

Come on. - (Erin) Yes, Mummy.

(clicks tongue)

(laughs)

- Don't she want me to kiss her?

- (Nafisa) Nobody wants you to kiss them.

- Shut your mouth.

- She don't like you, blood. She's got taste.

- (Shaheed) What you laughing at, man?

Whatever. Come.

- (Nafisa) We're going to the shop.

- (Erin) Yes, we are. - I'll see you in a bit.

- Where's Daddy going?

- (Nafisa) Daddy's going to do some stuff.

We can play. - (Erin) I want to play with the toys.

- (Nafisa) Which one?

- (Gem) I swear, Ra'Nell,

it's like I'm Vincent's slave or something.

- Man he could tell you to do anything

and you have to do it?

(door opens)

- (Gem) Yeah, bruv. Maybe Ramsgate ain't so bad.

- Ra'Nell?

- It's my mum.

Gonna have to call you later.

- Who was that?

- Gem.

He's moving to Ramsgate.

- What?

- Cos of how cheap it is there.

- You see what I'm talking about?

They are ripping this community apart.

(sighs)

Maybe we deserve it.

- Detective Constable Mark Leko, Metropolitan Police.

This is my colleague, DC Trovell.

- Does Kayla Thomas live here?

- No.

- How long have you lived here, sir?

- Uh, four months.

- We have a warrant to search this house. Thank you.

(stops tapping)

- (Jermaine) For fuck's sake.

Danny Waterhouse has died.

Only 41 as well. That's fucking young, man.

I swear every week someone I know has died.

- I got a theory about that.

- (Jermaine) So do I. What's your theory?

- (Mike) You ready for this?

The government.

They're putting stuff in the food.

But only the food people like you and me are eating.

That's what's killing us.

Fact.

- What's the government putting in the food?

How are they getting the stuff in there in the first place?

How do they actually do it, bro?

- (Mike) You seen that film, yeah, Capricorn One?

- (Sully) Jesus!

Your brother better be selling that fucking car.

- (Man, shouting over music) You better watch your mouth, cos I'll break your fucking jaw!

(laughs) And that's why she's walking around with a fucking cage around her mouth.

- (Man) Yo, Rafe.

When'd you last talk to your brother?

- Jermaine? Today. Selling his car for him. Why?

- You see him or talk to him on the phone?

- Spoke to him on the phone. Why?

- He's been kidnapped, cuz.

- What the fuck you mean, kidnapped?

- A black and white team.

- What the fuck?

- Jam, bruv. I know where he is.

- (Dris laughs) Albanian's got a fucking brothel house next door, fam.

He's going in for some pussy, man.

- How much would you pay for that ting?

- (clicks tongue) She's gotta pay me, blood.

- Looks like they got a couple men up in there still.

Look. There's more.

I'm starting to lose count out here, blood.

- (Dris) Some big fucking Albanians.

- Yo, 'Shane.

Might be an idea to come back here another night with some more men.

- What do you wanna do?

'Shane. - Yo.

- (Dris) What d'you wanna do?

- Fuck it. We need to hit 'em hard.

We need to think about this ting properly.

- You got anything?

- Too early to say.

- We need to find Kayla.

- (Dris) If Kayla talks, yeah, you know we're fucked, innit?

- (Ra'Nell) Oi!

Lay off my friend! Do you understand me?

- Have you heard them stories about Rafe?

I ain't gonna let that happen to you.

- Yo, feds!

- (Sully) Where you gonna go, Mike?

If you go out there, Rafe will get you.

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