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[trap music playing]

Hey, fam.

See that there, yeah?

That's all mans every wanted, cuz.

[rapping]

[rapping]

Man's trying to be a trapper now.

Trying to go OT, man. Trying to get rich now.

Look at them, man.

You can just tell they've got bare bread.

Hey, you, come here.

[group laughing]

Yo.

The fuck... little snakes.

Your my man's little brudda, innit, Pelé?

I don't know no Pelé.

Pelé, Cho, thinks he's some superstar?

Got sacked from Luton FC when he was about 13?

Dunno who you're talking about.

So if I smash out the windows of 48 Orwell Grove

it's not going to affect you then, no?

No.

Hey, you lot, smash out the windows at 48 Orwell Grove.

What gwan brudda?

What you on?

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hear what, hear what?

Speak up, bruv.

Marcus is in jail.

So you owe me money then.

-How much did he owe you? -50 quid.

Pinky! That's not even that deep.

You know I'll get that to you. Just give me time.

How long, brudda?

Just give me like a week or something.

Get out of here.

[crowd yelling]

Get out of here!

[crowd yelling and taunting]

Ey... Runner, Runner,

fam, you saw that girl sticking it on me

and you didn't do nothing, man.

I'm trying to eat like you, be like you.

I beg you ask him to put me on man, please.

Listen, every little youth in the hood wants a piece.

Go join the queue around the block rude boy.

What you talking about?

Fam, I need to put food on the plate for my mum.

She's struggling, bro.

You know I wouldn't come to you

asking on this begging type shit.

What you saying, you think you made for it, yeah?

Bro, of course I'm flippin' made for it.

I grew up with you. You're acting like we didn't.

Here's what I'm saying.

I'm going to chat to them, yeah?

If you fuck it up it's on me you know, cuz.

Do you understand?

I ain't going to fuck it up. Trust me.

Say nuttn little man.

[trap music playing]

You ready for OT?

Going foreign, out of town?

Think so.

Let me show you how to run these county lines.

Here, help you put the work in your pocket.

Nah, bro, your personal pocket.

You get me, G?

[trap music playing]

Hey, back to the bando.

First day of the rest of your life my brudda.

You're officially OT.

Out of town, trapping.

[trap music playing]

[entry bell chimes]

Hey, what's going on Sami, my good friend?

You okay? How's the family?

All good, mate. All good.

All right, can I get 1,000 griplock baggies,

two rolls of cling film, two rolls of grease proof

and drop them to the same place

for me please, bro.

Grab yourself some munchies there.

[soft music playing]

Have you ever tried them in a sandwich?

Yeah, man.

Two Fruit Salads, one Blackjack.

You mad?

It's two Blackjacks and one Fruit Salad.

Nah, man.

Two Fruit Salads, Refreshers,

then two Blackjacks.

Sherbet Fountains!

Yeah, man.

Maryam!

Go on, bruv.

Mind where you're stepping, man, you're going to get piss

all over them new creps I got you.

Fucking hell.

You're looking fresh, though.

Real fresh.

Your level up's real, man.

Straight up the stairs, bruv.

Straight up, man.

[dramatic trap music playing]

[music continues]

[dramatic music playing]

[baby wailing]

Don't worry about nothing, bro.

I was like you ten years ago.

You're a trapstar now, B.

What's happening Mum? Mum?

Stop it Mum, Mum.

[baby crying]

Soon you'll be fucking mad bitches, getting mad dough.

Shining like a Christmas tree, B.

-Whagwan, Bigs? -What you saying, brudda?

-Is this one of the new youths? -Yeah.

Whagwan little man, you good?

This is bando living.

That's where it's at my brudda. No cap on my rap.

You ain't had lobster before?

Brudda, I can't fuck with the lobster no more.

They run straight through me.

Lobster's a rich man food.

You just have to soldier the stomach ache,

you feel me?

You don't wanna be like those broke,

bummy boys on the block, do you?

I'm hitting road.

Superman is flying out of here.

[imitates Supermantheme]

This is Magic.

Magic runs the bando.

Magic.

Look after him like he's my son,

you understand that?

Listen to me, this is my money.

Don't fuck with my money.

Anything happens, it's on you.

[baby wails]

You all right, baby?

You all right?

[cell phone ringing]

Fix up, gal.

-Hello? -Where's my money?

I'll call you back in a second.

All right.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I bid you a very good evening.

Enjoy your high.

Yo. Forward, man.

You get in there, man.

You ain't even been shot, like you seen a ghost

or something.

First pack, innit?

You should keep that steady. Rondos man.

Brudda, brudda, what you doing, bro?

You got to plug it, bro.

What do you mean plug?

You get... like, plug it, bro.

You don't know how to plug?

You got to go toilet and... you get me?

You get Vaseline them thing.

You got to know what you doing brudda.

It's techy out here bro, you feel me?

This spot's made man a lot of bread, bro.

Let me show you something, brudda.

You know about Chiefa innit?

Look at this.

You feel me?

Get yourself one of those real soon.

You want one of those, innit?

Boss that.

Trust me, brudda, you'll have ten of them, fam.

You just gotta do what man tell you

and don't do what man tell you don't do.

You feel me?

And we'll help you pattern the line tomorrow

and we're steady from there, you know?

There's no need for that my brudda, brudda.

I'm going to get this money to you ASAP, B.

Hello? Hello?

-[phone beeps] -Whagwan headache?

-Pressure bro. -Whagwan?

Yeah, the stash house has got raided.

Never.

The plug's on my back, B.

Shock thing.

This new worker best be good

because I can't afford no more fuck ups.

I got my man though steady still.

I've got him under management, he's patterning, trust me.

All right, my brudda, please. I can't afford no fuckups B.

Please, please, please!

What's your name, sweetheart?

Daz, please!

Big man, look what I got.

I got you a kettle, yeah.

Give me a rock and it's yours.

I don't want no fucking kettle.

Why the fuck would I want a kettle?

Tell me what you want. I can get you anything.

Chocolate, Lynx, underpants.

Money!

Listen, your wish is my command! Just let me know!

[dramatic music playing]

[baby fussing]

[dramatic music playing]

[baby crying]

[birds chirping]

Rude boy, let me see what you got rude boy.

What you doing?

What the fuck are you doing?

Get off me. Get off me.

Get the fuck off me.

I'll fucking shank you. Get off me.

No you won't, no you won't.

What the fuck you are you doing!

I'll fucking shank you!

I said I'll shank you!

Bruv. No need for that bruv.

Chill. Chill, bruv.

No need for that, all right?

Ah, mate.

[baby cries]

You're Daz, right?

Yeah.

I'm Honey. I'm your tester.

That means you test all the new food on me.

This is my home.

It's a nice job, trust me.

You do what you have to do.

Come on.

No one ain't fucking with you now Daz you know.

Trust me.

You let the man know that you're quick

with your blade and know how to pattern up.

If it was me,

I would have cut my man's neck,

you get me, bruv?

But you're learning ain't you? You're getting older.

Big man starting you off with a bag, innit?

50 pound shots of light,

50 pounds shots of dark.

B.

Yo?

How you doing, man?

-Yes, Fatta. -Greetings new boy.

This is Fatman, you feel me?

He's going to be reloading you,

when you got the bread, you give it to him.

When you're out of grub you go to him.

We got the whole place governed, you know?

He's so pretty, I love this guy.

Stay pretty, like me.

All right, my brudda, Fatman, you get me?

Yeah, man.

I can't lie to you though,

big man boss you still

starting you off at four bills a week and that?

That's just over a bag and a half a month, cuz.

-Brazy. -Swear down.

This is where it goes down.

We lucky in this area right now, you get me?

In the ends, everyone's trapping.

Man's mums, dads,

cats, dogs, rats, everything, you feel me?

Yeah, bro.

Keep this, innit.

Over here, fully steady.

Pattern up and that and yeah bruv.

Next time I'll show you how to build your line, innit?

Daz, listen, I got DVDs.

Super, forget all that. You take us for 1997, bro?

Exactly, bruv. Retro, innit? Retro.

Antique style.

Daz, listen I got 550, yeah?

Please, please, Daz.

-Frozen turkey! -[women pleading]

Please, Daz. Please!

Frozen turkey.

Daz, Daz, Daz.

Give me money, what the fuck, fam?

Get the fuck off, man.

You ain't even got no fucking money.

Fucking frozen turkey. Fucking frozen turkey?

Fuck off.

Welcome to the trap, cuzzo.

Come back with the bread, bro.

Come back with the bread.

[dramatic music playing]

Brudda! You all right, fam?

What are you doing?

Forget the waving thing, cuz. You're not here to wave, fam.

Come here, blud.

You link the nitties at their yards, you get me?

That's how you keep the line running for longer, you feel me?

[mumbling]

Yes! Come on!

Give me two for 15! This one!

-We haven't got time for this. -One for 750!

What the fuck, bruv?

Bro, bro, bro.

Hurry up, the fuck, fam?

One for 750, yeah?

750 is the number of the angels.

They came down in perfection.

So if I give you 750, yeah, it's the perfect number.

50's mentioned in the bible, it's the magic number!

Sort him out, fam!

Hurry up, man. Hurry up, man.

Get this guy out of here.

750, it's the magic number.

Trumpets will be sounded.

Get him out of here. You all right, fam?

Thank you my brudda. Magic, fuck off!

Get the fuck out of here man.

Bruv, you fucked up you know, fam.

No shorts brudda.

Now man knows you're a pussy as well.

What the fuck you doing, fam?

Use your fucking head, bruv.

That man's a cat fam, is he your brednin, bruv?

[trap music playing]

Got something for me to suck, darling?

Come on, I'm your best customer. Give me something.

What's this? Some dust off some dutty floor?

Get the money out of my pocket.

What you doin' with your balls, fam?

What the fuck you doing?

Hiding my tracks, cuz. I'm a working man.

Daz, wait, Daz, I'll be your best customer.

Daz, wait! Daz!

[sighs ecstatically]

Go on bad man.

Were you saying you've been governing, yes?

Steady.

Little Pablo Escobar here.

Go on.

You're patterning still.

Not going to lie, not a lot of man

are built for this thing, you feel me cuz?

Help, help!

The fuck you doing you little dirty bitch, bruv.

-Help me! -What the fuck are you doing?

-Get the fuck off the car. -[woman screaming]

Get the fuck out of here.

Fuck off, bruv.

Fuck off. Little sket, fucking nitty fam.

Daz, you don't smoke?

Get some sweets or something innit.

So my dad says you're a bloody drug dealer.

Yeah, yeah.

Have you got lots of money?

Yeah.

Four bills a week.

Do you want to get some pizza?

Cool.

[bike buzzing]

[upbeat music playing]

[cell phone ringing]

Hello. [mouth full]

In a bit.

-[woman] Two of each. -Yeah, like five minutes.

Cool.

Prick, bruv.

Friend? Fucking friend fam.

Yo.

[Magic] Where the fuck are you, bro?

Yo, I'm at work.

It's no linking gal time my brudda.

You think it's a joke?

Yeah I'll be there in a couple of minutes.

All right, cool.

I can't even lie. I gotta go, innit.

-[chuckles] -Right, shout at you in a bit.

[swing squeaking]

Please can I have some food, please...

[baby fussing]

[JJ] Mum, please, I'm so hungry.

Please, some food.

JJ, do you want some pizza?

Have you got something for me Daz?

Give me a ball, I've got 60p.

[coins clinking] [baby wailing]

Hey, brudda. Hey, brudda.

See me bro? It's not a joke thing we're on you know.

I should bust you head side and send you on your way, bro.

You think it's a joke?

You come here to play, bruv?

It's not linking girl time bruv.

You little prick.

Better run that little sket, fam,

while you're out here doing lovey-dovey in the park.

You want to socialise, go to your fucking mum's yard.

Go to the youth club and that.

Go play ping pong and them things you little prick, bruv.

You fucking up my business bruv.

Trust me, fam.

[baby crying]

Yo!

Look at this here.

Because you're not on this plugging ting.

I hear you, I'll show you something

that'll help you sleep like a baby, you feel me?

Make sure you watching, you know.

Check it, innit.

You get it?

Make it disappear like magic. [chuckles]

You get me?

[gentle music playing]

[music intensifying]

JJ...

The fuck!

Yo, who the fuck took my shit?

Get the fuck up. You!

It weren't me, bruv. Weren't me, Daz. Weren't me.

-Who was it then? -Check him, bruv.

Well get up, bro. Fucking weirdo.

You fucking took my fucking shit.

I'm not fucking playing with you.

Where the fuck...

Bruv.

Please, I didn't do it.

Who the fuck was it?

Who the fuck was it?

Daz! Magic took your things.

You took my work G?

Brudda, back up man before I break your face

you all right, fam?

"You took my works G."

Why you listening to this little nitty, cuz?

More time someone took it while you were sleeping.

That's why I told you about plugging, stick to the rule fam.

He really did. Please believe...

Well shut your mouth you little rodent bruv.

No, help man overstand this though,

why have you got this nitty fucking with your head?

JJ was born a cat, fam.

-Cats lie, bro. -You gotta believe me.

JJ man, be quiet.

Forget all that anyway cuz fucking...

Man got you, innit.

But what?

Now you owe man a bag.

Plus the 250, so...

Instead of four bills a week you're getting 350 a week.

Hold that, bro, minor.

Trap off like a five months,

you'll work that off and you're steady, you feel me?

Shut up, man, just work it off.

That's fucking long.

Brudda you're good, man, just hold that.

Try and get my shit back.

Whagwan, you're saying you plugged it?

Steady. Say nothing.

You got any other bags?

[Sami] No, that's it.

4.99. Take it or leave it.

Whatever, man. I'll take it.

Is Maryam about?

She's at school. That's where you should be.

Just give me my fucking change, man.

You stay away from her.

[trap music playing]

[siren blaring]

[group chattering]

Yo.

Hey.

You don't want some flavors? I got some flavors.

I don't want flavors.

You don't want to sell for me? Don't want to work for me?

-I'll give you a good price. -Good price?

I'm trapping hard shit.

I'm OT now. I don't need you.

Ai'ght.

Ai'ght.

The fuck's wrong with him, fam?

He's fucking weird, bruv.

[group chattering]

Ah yeah, nah, it's all here.

[Daz] Mum.

Where have you been?

Working.

The ones you like.

Where'd you get all that?

Working.

Mum.

I brought you food.

That money's for the bills.

You can even do your hair now,

the way you actually like it.

[trap music softly playing]

[music continues]

You interested in a PlayStation?

No.

You can have it for a £10 bag?

All right.

-[phone rings] -Yo.

[man] What the fuck you doing?

What the fuck you doing?

-Marcus? -Don't Marcus me.

You let that waste man put you on the roads?

Are you mad?

The fuck you looking at?

You think I'd let that happen?

I've chatted to Bigman,

he's said I'm like his son.

Is his little brudda on road?

No, his brudda's in school, I'm your brudda.

I'm going to knock you out when I see you.

-[call notification] - Yo.

When you finish your round I need you to do

these special deliveries for me.

Don't fuck it up, it's a new line.

You fuck it up, you'll be sorry.

Come on. Bring it in, bring it in.

I need the stones please, mate. Come on. 750.

Fuck 750 man. No.

One and two, the fucking resurrections.

-Listen to the angels. -Resurrection, whatever.

I'm sick! I need it.

-Back up, back up. -Fuck that!

The fuck...

The fuck you doing!?

The fuck, bruv!

Fucking shit.

Chatting shit all the time.

[spoken word] There is no day where it ends.

No one's got a date.

You can't take delivery, ends on this date.

Because on the date it ends for him

it might end for you.

You get what I'm saying?

There is no day where you say I'm out now.

Even big ol' me, do you get what I'm saying?

You just start to move more different.

[trap music playing]

[music continues]

Leo?

Yo, what you doing here?

What you ordered...

Come, come.

[birds chirping]

Jacuzzi?

Wow.

-What you doing, bro? -[both laugh]

-Whagwanning? -Whagwanning?

I'm having a party, my birthday, remember?

Yeah.

Birthday...

Hey, Leo...

your house in London was massive you know,

but you see this one, this is crazy.

It's all right.

How about you though?

You cool?

Yeah I'm all right, man.

Just working, making money.

Lucky.

My mum and step dad,

I mean, you remember him, right?

Yeah, of course.

He's cool but, it's all like, piano lessons, trumpet,

extra French.

-Bro, cross country... -[Daz laughs]

I need a break!

Bro, that sounds rough man.

No, bro, you don't understand.

That's yours Danilo, do you remember?

Mum!

Do you still draw?

No.

Oh, that's a shame.

You were always drawing.

So your mum decided to move out of London

like we did.

More space, clean air...

It's calmer, right?

How is your mum?

Kira must be one of the most hardworking women

I've ever met.

What did she have like, two, three, four jobs?

She's all right, I guess.

[clears throat]

You boys were so close in primary school.

We used to call you Danileo. [laughs]

Always together.

Till you made me go to posh school.

That was your dad more than me.

Dad's a drug dealer.

-[mum] Leo! -[dad laughs]

He's right, he's right.

I work as a lawyer at a pharmaceutical company.

You hypocrite.

The opioid epidemic has been scandalous,

I question myself about it all the time.

It's important, right?

Yeah, I suppose.

[mum] Oh, you can't leave!

-I've made something special. -Fucking hell, Mum.

He's trying to swear at his mum to impress you.

Are you impressed?

No.

Duck on a pond. [chuckles]

[mum] Oh, you really must come again.

You're always welcome, okay?

Yo, lick this sale for me.

What even is it?

Upstairs.

Upstairs?

You think he's ready for that, bro?

He's here to work my brudda.

He's been dealing my line for ages.

He's old enough to be my granddad.

If I shout too loud he might have a heart attack.

Lick this sale and come back out with my scrilla.

Yo, make sure you keep me on speed dial.

[ominous music playing]

[cell phone ringing]

What the fuck you doin' bro? Just leave the food and get out.

[yelling and screaming]

[gunshot booms]

Where's my fucking drugs?

Oh so you trying to rob me?

-Where my fucking drugs, man? -What?

Fucking prick, bruv.

[men yelling]

I got problems, I got problems.

Fuck off.

[men yelling]

Blow this fucking place up.

Are you fucking crazy, bruv?

Are you fucking mad?

[tense dark music playing]

Chill out, man.

Chill out, man, you're not ready for this yet.

Bro, why the fuck, are all these dickheads

trying to fuck up man's business bruv?

You lot all right, fam?

I should fucking take your head off bro.

Dickheads like you as well,

I should put one in your fucking head bruv.

Forgiveness is better than revenge!

Shut up!

Fucking empty anyway you little jokers, blud.

You're lucky you know fam.

I think I've got a call for this thing, you know.

The fuck, bruv, come on man.

[Magic chuckles]

I rate you, you showed a little heart in there.

I respect it, bruv.

But hear what I'm saying to you,

any real badman ain't trying drop no bodies for no reason

unless they have to.

The goal's to make money out here bro,

not go to jail.

Jump in the car.

See what I'm saying,

next time when I chat, listen as well, bro.

40 grand watch my brudda.

Forget that watch, that could have gone way left fam.

[birds chirping]

-[baby crying] -[JJ] Please.

I'm really hungry.

I need some food.

[baby crying]

What do you want, Mum?

Daddy said I should come

after all the lies you told about him.

There's nearly nine quid here Daz.

Coins? I don't want coins.

Please! Please! Please!

It's the last time. You're always fucking short.

You got any money for me?

You got any money for me?

[baby whines]

Do you even know who the father is,

let alone that one?

Well, do you Harriet?

Maybe she's Dad's.

Maybe they're all Dad's.

[baby whines]

Give me three, I'll owe you one.

He crawled into my bed over and over.

I was 11.

[yelling] I was 11!

I was 11!

[singing] Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

A long way from home

A long way from home

Sometimes I feel like I'm almost done

Sometimes I feel like I'm almost done

Sometimes I feel like I'm almost done

A long way from home

A long way from home

[dance music playing]

[dance music continues]

Hello?

[woman yelling angrily on phone]

No I'm not taking drugs and having sex!

I don't want you there and I'm coming to get you

right now!

You are literally ruining my life.

[girl giggling]

[group laughs]

[dance music continues]

[giggling]

You're fucking crazy!

Daz! It's okay!

Dude, look at all this shit.

My fucking drugs.

I can't get this chlorine out.

I'm sorry, man, she didn't mean it.

-I should fucking slap her. -Shut up.

What do you mean shut up?

Five grand, five fucking grand!

He's going to fucking kill me.

I could ask my parents.

Fucking parents.

The fuck is that going to do, man?

I'm sorry!

But you don't know what it's like.

My fucking mum is actually coming to fetch me!

It's so embarrassing.

You don't get it, do you?

She's literally ruining my fucking life!

[muffled dance music]

[sighs] Bro...

When we were young and I came to your house

I used to think, "How did they get this?

What did they do to get this?"

Like, I shared a room with my sister.

You had this big bedroom,

your parents had a bedroom, a couple guestrooms,

spare rooms and a playroom.

I'm thinking where the fuck

are all these rooms coming from?

Your bedroom was bigger than my whole fucking house!

I suppose.

I always wondered.

What did you think when you came to mine?

I didn't think anything, bro.

I was just happy to come and play.

Where's my PlayStation?

Shut the fuck up about the fucking PlayStation.

You didn't have any games anyway.

Take her!

[baby fusses]

-Magic. -Whagwan?

Come to the kitchen quick, innit.

I need to show you something.

-[baby fussing] -Baby cuz, crying, crying.

Where the fuck was you, bro?

Bro, at a friend's innit.

What fucking friend?

What the fuck did I tell you about friends?

Think you're coming here to make friends?

You know how much fucking bread this is, bro?

Trust me, it weren't my fault.

Who's fucking fault was it then? Who's fault was it?

Are you high, bro? That's six bags.

Have you ever seen six bags in your fucking life?

Bruv, make sure you're going back

to the ends with Fatman you know.

You're going to pattern up with Bigs, brudda,

I don't wanna hear nothing, fam.

You try and run and see what I do to you, fam.

Trust me, bro.

I'm sorry, innit.

Get the fuck out, man.

Prick, bruv.

Fucking friend.

[trap music playing]

Yo, Daz!

What up, my brudda?

When you going to bring me in, cuz?

Bro, have you been to Hatton Garden, G?

You're invited on my ting, man.

Listen, I've been too busy making Ps,

you get me?

You gonna buy me something nice?

-You want some trainers? -[laughter]

Next time.

You might as well buy me something too then, cuz.

If you're buying her something you're buying me something now.

Man's been your boy from young.

You're acting like I'm your mum you know.

Fam, make your own Ps.

Yeah?

She never gets up.

You going to school?

I'm at the PRU now.

Got into too many fights after Marcus, you know?

Do you remember when we were younger,

there was that water pistol we used to play with,

have you still got it?

I can try and find it.

[whispering] Mum, Mum.

[mum sighs]

Nice to see you.

[trap music playing]

Bro! Get the fuck up!

What?! What, bruv?

Give me your fucking money.

It's just a cab house.

Easy, bruv. Easy, bruv.

We got no money here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

This is a cab place.

What the fuck you got?

All I've got is a bit of ting. Look, hold this, hold this.

What the fuck is this mealy weed?

Do you think I want this? You best give me fucking money!

You kill us today, a man will kill you tomorrow.

What the fuck you talking about?

A man will kill you tomorrow.

Ain't no one fucking killing me.

Okay, we'll see you.

-Fuck you. -Look at the youth of today.

[trap music playing]

Yo!

You say you too busy for me now you turned top trapper?

-No -Jump in, man.

Something happened, didn't it?

Yeah, Magic's already filled me in.

I jacked this for you.

Bush weed.

The fuck am I going to do with bush weed, bro?

My clientele want packs of Cali and all that shit.

Fuck, bro.

Relax anyway, man.

Come follow me up the road.

[trap music playing]

This ain't no cash converters, bro.

Man's selling luxury items out here.

I know, bro. I know, man.

My business is just popped down.

I've got the police sniffing around.

I'm not moving how I usually move, B.

Plus, I owe the plug.

It's a 40 grand watch. I just need eight bags.

Bro.

Bro, you need to use your head, bro.

You're way too big out here to be in chilling

in some smelly bando, bro.

You need to diversify your ting, bro.

Find what the people want, package it and sell it, bro.

I used to sell crack, now I sell watches.

Transferable skills, bro.

Right now I just feel like I'm trapped trapping, man.

Come on Chiefa, don't make me feel like I'm begging.

It's even got scratches, bro.

Never again, I swear to God, bro.

This is the last time I'm doing anything like this.

Thank you, I appreciate it.

[dance music playing]

This is my boy, Daz, man.

I love him like he's my son, you know.

He's a trapstar. My boy's official.

Look at you, bruv.

No hard feelings.

What you saying, what you saying?

You living your best life?

What, you official part of the mandem now?

I heard you'd become a big time shotta.

Get up.

Yo, what's going on lads.

Bigman, Bigman.

See you having the best time, innit.

What you doing, splashing my cash?

Buying champagne

and entertaining all your little friends?

Where have you been?

I've got the cash for you, bro.

Give me two seconds, let me sort it out.

Yo, Bigs.

His ting's running low.

It's time we take over his spot.

Yeah?

Trust me, brudda.

It's eating season.

You see this fucking idiot?

We're going to have to get rid of him soon.

Here, brudda.

It's all there, check it.

If you mess up one more time bruv,

I'm going to get rid of you.

Trust me, bro, I got this.

Trust you?

Check that's correct.

That's there, bro.

[dramatic music playing]

[guns clicking]

[men chattering]

I got to go, innit.

You're going nowhere, bruv.

What do you mean?

You're not leaving here, bruv.

You're going nowhere my brudda.

No, no, no, you ain't going nowhere, B.

Where you going, blud?

Fucking taking the piss out of my guy, cuz?

You trying to take my man for a fucking dickhead?

[grunts and thuds]

[Daz moaning]

Fucking little pussy.

Fucking pussy.

Ooh!

[Daz moaning]

Brudda.

Brudda.

[Daz coughing and retching]

Get the fuck up, man.

Boys want to come OT and trap like they're five.

Get the fuck up and clean this blood

off my floor.

Go on, clean yourself up, man.

Taking the fucking piss.

The man won't be losing that food again, is it?

Ay ay...

[all laughing]

[wind blowing]

What happened to you?

What?

Are you fucking mad?

Hey, hey.

Good.

Next time mind your business, blud.

Brudda, pussy clot, blud.

Look at your face, blud.

Brudda, I'm not going to lie to you, fam,

I shouldn't even say this

but you might as well just pay what you owe,

you get me, and cut after this,

and find something else to do.

It'll take you like, what, like 16 weeks

to pay back everything, a bill a week.

Just over a year more time.

It's not that much.

You're still young, still a little juvie and that.

Daz, a couple of your finest rocks please.

This madman, you all right?

I want to expand my mind.

Can't you see a man's chatting?

We've come in here for a reason, brudda.

Back up, man.

[soft dramatic music playing]

[birds chirping]

[soft music continues]

Hey, my mum went a bit mad.

I mean, she wants you to...

you know what she's like.

Middle-class guilt, bro.

She's a nutter, right?

Yo?

Forget that.

I tried telling her that he's not a kid

and this ain't your thing no more G.

But she just doesn't want to listen.

Rugby practice.

I know, rugby, right?

Do you still play football?

Stupid question.

[chuckles]

Come on.

Well, I'm off, wherever.

Fucking hell, bruv, you got me here for ages, bro.

Here, B.

Seven days for that, G.

Come on, man. Seven days is light, bro.

You know I got it in two, man.

You know you can trust me with this ting.

Another one, bro,

you see your little worker who works with Magic?

Yeah.

I heard he robbed a dread,

you know, the dread who runs the cabby.

-I know who you talking about. -Yeah, man.

His son just come out of jail right now,

he's going mad, bro.

Respect for the heads up, bro.

Well tell him to mind his back, bro.

He's a serious youth. He just come out, bruv.

Be careful with that, yeah?

-It's the fire. -Say nuttn.

Yeah?

-Yeah? -Yeah.

It's potent.

Tell Magic, yeah?

[van rumbles]

Pocket.

I know you like them ones.

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

What?

You little thief.

You sleep, you eat, you shit in my toilet,

you make money here,

now you're trying to cheat me?

Yo, yo.

Watch it you know.

That shit's potent. That's what Fatman said.

Pussy hole.

-You fucking crackhead. -[giggles]

[baby wails]

Mum, mum, what's happening?

Mum, stop it, mum.

[gagging and gurgling]

-Mum. -[Daz] What happened? Honey?

Stop it.

The fuck?

Yo Honey? What the fuck!

Fucking hell. What the fuck!

Mum?

Fuck.

Ambulance. Ambulance.

[tense music playing]

-[gagging] -[baby screaming]

[sirens blaring]

Hey, Magic, bro,

there's a fucking problem innit.

Honey, she OD'd.

I'm gunna help you pattern the line tomorrow.

What do you mean tomorrow, man? What about today?

Steady man.

Fuck sake, man.

What you saying, you alright yeah?

Yeah, I'm good. Just finished school.

How about you?

You don't even wanna know.

How was school though?

It's all right. GCSEs are long.

Yeah?

[lighter clicks]

All I've ever seen is parks full of dog shit,

crappy fields,

little houses, more houses.

Little houses.

Cats, mum's pasta bake.

[exhales] What about curry?

I don't like curry.

Why not?

[giggles]

I don't know...

Have you ever seen the sea?

Me neither. Let's go.

No.

Trust me, I can't.

See the water, yeah? I don't like it.

-It's wet. -[laughs]

So where you want to go then?

See me, yeah?

See me.

I just been in my block in London

-and trapping here. -[Maryam snorts]

It's mad but...

I don't even know where here is.

[giggling]

It's like that, yeah?

-Like that. -[giggling]

[laughs] Have you ever done it?

Twice, I think.

You think?

Listen, listen,

I was standing up,

you know one of them ones there,

you're standing up and that.

[both laughing]

You know what I'm saying?

Do you want to do it with me?

-Hmm. -One sec.

One sec?

I stole it from the shop.

What, you think I'm putting this on?

Yeah.

I'm not going to be no baby mum.

I want to go to uni, get out of here.

[soft music playing]

Best not watch me though, you get me?

This is privacy.

What the fuck are you doing?

You're making excuses.

Trust me, I ain't making no excuses, all right?

You'll see it in a sec though, you get me?

You know one of them ones.

Maryam!

[Maryam's father yelling]

In a bit.

[soft R&B music playing]

Take your shoes!

What are you doing in my room Dad?

[soft R&B music continues]

Whagwan, you got the pack?

Stay there, man.

Bread need to start rolling in.

Right now we got that TT everybody's chatting about

so steady, you feel me?

-Bro. -Whagwan.

-One of the cats died. -Blud, fix up, you little youth.

What you think we're shotting out here, Haribos, fam?

-Bro she's dead. -Shut up, bruv.

What you think this is, fam?

As long as the cats are calling and your phone's ringing

that's all you need to worry about.

Talking about cats dying, bruv!

Get in the ride, bruv,

we're moving over to Paddy's, bruv.

Look at this fool, bruv.

[motor revving]

Daz!

-Fucking hell. -Please, please.

Listen, I got 25 quid, give me 3 innit?

Daz, I need to go grafting, man.

Magic, I can't get this shit out you know.

It's fucking stuck.

Brudda, never! You pushed it too up, bro.

This is mental.

You're going to have to do the mad ting, brudda.

Leave me alone for a fucking minute, man.

Please, please.

We've been waiting, Daz.

Put it in this, bro.

Yeah, Daz, quick, liven up.

You got to shit in there, bro.

What do you want it to do?

You want it to stay in you?

Go and do the thing. They're waiting for you.

In a plastic bag?

Fuck sake.

Shut up.

Hurry up, bro.

Make sure you wash your hands as well.

[trap music playing]

[trap music continues]

Shut that door, innit.

Jackpot! You feel me?

I got some madge from my badman dentist for the light,

you feel me?

Steady. But you know about that.

Got some bosh for the boodge.

Going to stretch this like a pagan on the out block.

No one ODs, more bread.

#cash in, you know?

Why you looking like that, man?

You want to be some minimum wage dickhead

45, buying lottery tickets and that, million to one, bruv?

Fix up, man.

Rondos man's dealing with right now, you feel me?

Crying about dead cats. Cats die every day, B.

Forward, man.

Moving like some baby. Is the cat your girl, bruv?

First hand me the money though.

Feeling polite today, fam.

Thanks, Daz.

The goose has laid the golden egg.

Yes, Daz.

Saying you're laying eggs, blud.

[laughs]

Taking the piss, cuz.

[gentle music playing]

[imitating gunshots]

I'm a berserker.

Oh no, the Earth has been destroyed!

Shuriken master, here to save the day.

Shock specialist to the rescue!

[phone vibrating]

Oh my dad's calling.

Where are you?

I said I'm doing homework with a friend.

-What friend? -A girlfriend.

Come home now.

Fine. If you want me to fail everything I'll come.

I've got to go.

[doorbell rings]

Oh, my chemistry tutor's arrived.

[uncomfortable silence]

I know you think I'm a spoilt brat.

My dad killed himself.

Suppose that's why my mum's overprotective.

My mum's proper depressed.

My brudda got 23 years for a murder.

She couldn't handle it.

My sister went to the PRU.

She got bullied.

"Your brudda's a killer."

Blah, blah, all that bullshit.

Bullshit.

He wasn't that guy.

You get me?

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

You're supposed to be my friend.

What?

You're a shit.

Shut the fuck up.

[door closes]

[paper crinkling]

I lost the kids, Daz.

This one's died

and they took JJ and Princess away from me.

I'm sick.

I've got no money and I need something.

No.

I ain't giving you nuttn.

Come on, don't be like that.

Takes the pain away, you know?

It's calling you now.

No one else can hear it but you.

It's loud.

Really, really loud,

like louder than your own baby's cry.

And then it's like velvet. [chuckles]

You don't have to pin up,

just a little puff, that's all.

I hate to see you sad.

I'll show you.

[foil crinkling]

[soft dramatic music playing]

[distorted] Your turn.

Before I forget...

That little Asian girl from Sami's

wants you to link her.

She said it's urgent.

[motorbike buzzes]

Daz!

Daz, come.

Hurry up.

[people laughing]

What the fuck!

What the fuck! Let me out!

Let me out!

Let me out!

I told him he was being a dick.

I'll fucking do you!

I've got the number for a good lawyer

if you need one.

Good lawyer.

Yeah, thanks for the paint.

I have some news.

We have a friend who runs the Arts Foundation course

in Falmouth.

We showed her some of your work

and she offered you a place,

if you want it.

It doesn't start until September

so just think about it, okay?

[group laughing]

[gulls squawking]

Dickhead.

Dickhead.

Dickhead.

Fucking dickhead!

You're a dickhead.

I know.

So are you.

-[laughs] -I know.

So, are we cool, dickhead?

Yeah.

Dickhead.

[group laughs]

So, what you gunna do?

Honestly, bro, I don't even know, man.

This OT life is a bag of bullshit.

I mean OT, trapping and bagging,

-Fatman for the reload, bagging. -[Leo chuckles]

So leave. Get out.

Bro, I wish it was that easy.

I owe Bigman six grand.

But, if I work hard until September

I should be able to pay it off

and then I'm free.

Fuck it all. I've got to cut innit

before Magic thinks I've run off.

How you getting there?

Gonna walk.

Don't be stupid, I'll drive.

You can drive?

Of course.

[both laugh]

All right.

[beeping]

What the fuck, bro,

do you know how to drive this thing?

I've been driving round here since I was like 12.

-Not on the road. -[both laugh]

Wait, I found it, I found it.

Wow, start button!

What the fuck!

-[laughing] -You need to calm down.

I forgot which one was the brake.

[motor rumbles]

All right, in a bit, yeah?

Can I come in, just for a few minutes?

You're my friend, I want to see what it's like.

Bro, this ain't private school.

I know.

No, you don't.

Please, bro.

Whatever, man, just get out of the car.

[dogs barking]

[crowd yelling and pleading]

Daz, I've got a schedule to keep.

Wait, hang on.

I'm sorry I was late

but I was just gazing at the ocean.

Come.

The ocean?

Daz, Daz, Daz.

Daz, Daz, Daz.

Come on, hurry up, man.

Daz, please. Please!

It's the last time with coins.

Here handsome, you feeling horny?

Moschino my love,

200 in the shops but for you it's 75.

60, 50.

40!

Sorry to be a nuisance but I've put my liberty

on the line for you.

How much did this cost?

I can get you that, better than that for pennies,

crumbs even.

Bruv, there is no absolute now.

My now and your now, they're two different nows,

they're not the same.

Across the universe

in spacetime there's an expanded present,

a zone that is neither past nor future.

The greater the distance you are from an event

the longer the extended present.

He's your friend, I'm your friend!

-What's he done for you anyway? -On Mars it's 15 minutes

that means that in this precise moment

there are events that happened and events that haven't happened

but also a quarter of an hour

that is neither past nor future.

[sighs ecstatically]

Pulling guns on my dad, you fucking pussy hole!

[yelling and arguing]

You robbed my fucking dad you dickhead.

You know who my dad is.

My dad's the Dread, pussy hole, fucking dickhead.

You robbed my dad for his fucking weed.

You fucking dickhead.

You pulled a gun on my fucking dad you little prick.

Get the fuck off me.

[yelling]

You fuck!

My dad's a fucking Dread.

You fucking mad, dickhead?

You robbed my fucking dad you little fucking dickhead.

[squelching sound]

Ah!

[loud thump]

[woman screams]

[blood trickling rapidly]

Ah fuck!

The fuck! The fuck!

What the fuck! Get him out of here, man.

You killed a man in my yard.

Are you mad?

What the fuck!

There are millions of parallel universes

where this is not happening right now.

You fucking cheffed him up, man.

I didn't, it was just one little prick.

Fuck!

Shh!

Brudda!

What have you lot done here, cuz?

Blud!

Of all the fucking places to catch a body blud,

you catch a body in the bando, brudda.

-Sorry! -Shut the fuck up.

Who the fuck is this youth!?

Who's this youth, fam?

I didn't mean it, I promise.

Brudda, shut your mouth, shut your mouth.

Shut up, bruv.

Fuck, fam.

Don't leave him outside my fucking house.

Shut your fucking mouth. I'll bust your face.

Go get me a bucket

and clean that fucking blood off the floor.

Brudda...

Paddy, Paddy, get me a blanket bro.

Hurry up, bruv.

Brudda.

[muttering]

I'll mess you up.

Hurry up, bro.

What's going on here?

How you doing Nanny? You good?

Basically, yo you know how we do a little boxing

in the yard and that?

What about all this mess?

All the people, nasty people smoking and that.

I'm going to get Paddy to clean it up first thing tomorrow.

About time as well.

Do you know what, take this,

get yourself something nice.

Oh, nice one.

Yeah I need a new kettle.

Mine got nicked you know?

Ah, I'm sorry to hear that, man.

Go upstairs, get yourself a hot water bottle.

Go upstairs, think about some nice things.

[grunting in exertion]

Shut the fuck up.

Why you making so much noise?

Get the fuck up, man.

Bust the boot, bro.

You want me to knock you out, bruv?

You prick, fam.

[whimpering]

It's not working, it's not working.

-Fucking idiots, bruv. -[car dinging]

Get the fuck out of the way, bruv.

Dickhead, bruv.

Fucking mug.

Get out of the fucking car.

Hurry up, man.

Fucking idiot, taking fucking long.

Hurry up.

Fuck, no. He's fucking alive!

Fucking hell, bruv.

We gotta call an ambulance.

We've gotta call an ambulance.

Are you fucking mad? I will kill you, you dickhead.

The guy's dead, bruv.

What you talking about, bruv.

-I didn't mean it. -Shut the fuck up.

You mum will believe you innit bruv.

-Shank him again. -I'm not fucking shanking him!

There's blood on my face!

Where the fuck did you get this dickhead, bruv?

Go get the fucking knife.

Where the fuck is the knife?

In the kitchen.

Fucking hell, blud.

What the fuck you doing man?

What you looking at, bruv?

What you looking at? Poke him, fam.

-Me? -What you mean, me? Who else?

Him.

-Poke him, bruv! -I don't wanna poke him.

He's dead anyway, bruv.

Bore him, fam.

What you looking at, bruv?

Hurry up, man.

Shank him, bruv.

What the fuck you waiting for?

-[blood gurgling] -[Daz moaning]

[coughing and retching]

Bruv.

What the fuck you looking at,

get him in the boot, bruv.

[ominous music playing]

Brudda, put him in the boot, put him in the boot.

Hurry up, man. Hurry up, bruv.

[grunting in exertion]

Fucking idiots, bruv.

Get the shank.

You just gonna leave it there?

What the fuck's wrong with this guy, blud?

Follow me.

Where the fuck you think you're going bruv?

We're going with you.

You think you're jumping in my car like that?

Get in your fucking car, man.

Prick, bruv.

Drive properly, mate.

Touch my car I'm gunna murder you, blud.

Prick, fam.

Where we going? Where's he fucking taking us?

-I don't wanna go to jail. -We're completely fucked.

Sorry.

You're always fucking sorry.

No, I am sorry.

I'm sorry too.

He was going to kill you.

I fucking know.

Stop!

Someone is dead today brudda.

You're a lucky youth, you know fam.

Lucky motherfucker brudda.

Trust me, bro.

Take the body out, bro,

and take him as far as you can and come back.

-Yes, sir. -What do you mean yes, sir?

Where the fuck did you get this clown from as well?

Fool.

Wait, bruv. Wait, bruv.

[traffic rushing]

Hurry up, man.

Hurry up, fam.

Should have been you what got dashed.

Hurry up, man.

How far?

What do you mean how far?

Take him deep in

and don't just leave him out in the open,

tuck him somewhere, bruv.

Quick, bruv.

[grunting] [body scraping]

Come on.

All right.

Let's go.

Throw him far, man.

More, more, more.

Three, two...

-[grunting] -[splashing]

[both panting]

[ominous music playing]

Put your clothes in the car, innit.

What?

Fuck.

Fuck you huffing and puffing for, bruv?

Hurry up, man.

Man ain't got all day, bruv.

[sniffling]

[both moaning]

Bruv, why you making them noises for as well?

It's cold.

Rob, sort that out for me, bro.

You know what to do.

Wait, wait, wait.

Where's he taking it?

Where is he...

It's going to get crushed, bruv.

What do you mean? That's my car! That's my car!

Fucking who is this kid, bruv!

That's my car, man!

What the fuck are you doing, fam.

There's a dead body in the car.

Fuck your mum's car. That's gone, bro.

It's gone, cuz.

Hey Fatman,

take these lot round the corner and hose them down.

Get all that blood and shit washed off of them.

Come on you fucking...

Bare DNA on you

and you're talking about your mum's car bruv.

You all right, fam?

Crackhead idiot, fam.

These little shits, bruv.

[water spraying]

Please, please!

I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

Idiots, bruv.

[car crusher rumbling]

Fucking up a man's shit.

Go on.

I rate the drips though.

Fatman's going to take you back to the ends

innit posh boy.

Harry Potter looking youth, bruv.

You can get into your yard without no one seeing you, yeah?

Yeah, bruv.

Get rid of all this shit on you and that.

Go back to your mum, school, all of that.

Forget any of this ever happened, cuz.

What's going to happen to me?

Nothing ain't going to happen to you.

Cuz that's how it goes, fam.

And bruv,

don't let me see your fucking face again.

Trust me, fam.

You now, Daz.

You're here.

Trapped.

Don't call it trapping for no reason, bro.

Yeah you're with man.

What about my college and my paintings?

College and painting, bruv, you all right, fam?

What do you mean college and paintings, bruv?

Get in the car, man.

The fucking sales and shit I missed because of you, bruv.

[muttering] College and paintings...

Hurry up, man. Joker.

[car crusher rumbling]

[glass tinkling]

[trap music playing]

[trap music continues]

It's karma, cuz.

That's what happens on the streets, bruv.

As soon as you feel like

you're getting one little piece of hope

everything just collapses.

Standard procedures.

And that Bigman,

imagine he got poked up the other day,

robbed.

He owes the even bigger man now.

You now,

a man's dead because of you.

Sooner or later the Jakes

are going to find that body cuz.

It's not rocket science, fam.

Hopefully that little dickhead you was rolling with,

whatever his name is,

hopefully he keeps his mouth shut.

Hopefully Paddy and the other fiends

keep their mouth shut.

Hopefully what's his name at the fucking yard

keeps his mouth shut.

But cuz, that's bare hopefullys, cuz.

[children squealing]

That's why this is your new home, man.

[ominous music playing]

[ominous music continues]

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