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[ominous music playing]

[sighs]

[dialing]

-[guard 1 yelling] Let's go! Hurry up! -[guard 2] You're due for release Friday.

Better not argue with anything while you're on my wing.

Do you understand? I don't take any shit from new transplants.

Mr. Bennett, one on!

Yeah, some bread, please, mate.

Cheers.

Yo, man. Big man.

-Hey, someone's looking like… -Go on, some of that too.

-…they're going home. -Yeah, Modie.

-John, sort me out. -What you doin'?

-What does it look like? -Come on, man.

Just relax, do that side even, Modie.

Ay, Sully, bro, remember this isn't Summerhouse, please.

My wing, my people.

Geezer, show some respect, let me order.

What, are you a bad boy now, Modie?

-Remember who you're talkin' to, you know. -[laughs]

-John, sort me-- -[clattering]

-[guard] What's goin' on? -The fuck you doin'?

-Someone looking to go down to chokey? -You fuckin' mad?

Spend some time on their own?

Get your breakfast and get back to your cells.

Fuckin' serious, Modie?

Come on.

Go on.

[laughs]

Sully, yeah. Big Sully, you know?

-Some more beans, yeah? -[man] Next one.

[chuckles]

Keep it up, Sullivan. You might think you're gettin' out on Friday,

but I'm the man who makes that Friday next year, or the year after.

All I have to do is get you up on charges

and have you down in the seg before your feet touch the ground.

And trust me, son, I'd love to do that. In here.

Just give me a reason, and I'll do it.

[chattering]

[exhales]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[sighs heavily]

[exhales]

[sighs]

[boy on video] Do I not get punished?

[mom on video] Aw, Nicky, you're my sweet little pumpkin.

-You're not responsible. -[boy] Mom, I'm not a pumpkin.

-[mom] Well, you're my baby. -[boy] I'm not a baby.

[mom] And besides, you can't be grounded.

You need to dance with me at Jessi's bat mitzvah.

[boy] And save a dance for me too…

[exhales]

[sighs]

[under breath] Oh, fuck's sake…

Hey, yo, Stef, was you in my room?

-Nah. -Have you been in my room?

No, I don't go in your room. Why, what's wrong?

Nothin'. You're good, don't worry.

Don't forget, it's parents' evening tonight. Remember?

Yeah.

And don't forget to chat to my teacher, Mr. Evans.

-Thinks he's bare funny. -[chuckles]

Well, I better hear good things from the other teachers then, yeah?

You was in my room last night, and you took some money.

Don't even think about lyin' to me right now, Aaron.

-All right, man, I'm sorry. -Why'd you take it?

-Bruv, I said I'm sorry, man. -Shut up. I said why?

Some girl at uni, innit?

Fam, I just wanted to take her out, show her a good time.

Wait, let me get this straight. So you took my money for a girl?

-Bruv, I didn't have any money on me. -Where is it?

-Hey, just rela-- -Where the fuck's the money?

All right!

Listen, don't go in my room.

-I won't. -You understand?

I won't.

-Don't go through my things either! -I won't, I swear.

Hey, look, I said I'm sorry, man.

-You know what day it is today, right? -Yeah.

So you know where you need to be.

[sighs]

[door opens]

[door closes]

Ats, you done your homework?

[Ats] Of course.

-You packed your bag? -Yep.

Good boy.

[knock at door]

Ah.

Who's knocking at the door this early?

Hello. What's your name?

Mum…

[female agent] Are you Amma Ayittey?

What?

Okay. Go and get your bag and your lunch.

-Go to school. -But it's too early.

Just go.

We're from the UK Immigration Service.

[Amma] Yes?

[female agent] May we come in?

Come on, come on. Go.

-Bye-bye. -[Ats] Bye.

What's this all about, if you don't mind me asking?

[female agent] It would be easier if we could discuss it inside, madam.

[Amma] Okay.

We have reason to believe you do not have the legal right to be in this country.

[sighs]

I've lived in this country for 18 years.

I've been to Immigration.

They said I could stay.

My papers are correct.

Do you work, Amma? Do you have a job?

Of course. I've always worked.

Where do you currently work, Amma?

-At the hospital. -Are you a nurse?

-I work in ancillary services. -So you're a cleaner?

I work in ancillary services,

six nights a week.

My papers are correct, and my status is legal.

[female agent] Okay.

Okay.

We're done for now. We'll be back in touch.

Mm-hm.

[female agent] We'll see ourselves out, thank you.

-[door opens] -[Amma sighs]

[door closes]

-Shut up, fam. What a waste. -[chuckling]

[Jamie] Talkin' about mum jokes and that.

-Boo! -[Farah laughs]

[Leyton] Why are you always bringin' that fucking dog, cuz?

[Jamie] Been waiting for this guy for a time. What you sayin'?

I'm calm. What you sayin'?

You look happy, bruv.

Me and Kit laid out the Turks, innit?

-[Leyton] What? -[Si] The Turks?

You laid out the fuckin' Turks?

[chuckling]

-Fuck, cuz. -My guy.

-Who the fuck told you to do that? -I did.

-What's Modie gonna say? -I don't know, cuh Modie's in jail.

Is that even fucking clever, bruv? Where the fuck are we gonna get our food?

G, I already told you, I have someone.

They have high-grade, they have everything we need.

And they're gonna sell it to us for way lower

than what the Turks were selling for anyway.

-I need to think about it still. -Nah, you don't.

I'm gonna chat to Modie.

G, there ain't nothing to think about except making P's,

which we ain't done in a long time.

[Si] Bruv, that's true, you know.

-He got a point still. -That's true, man.

I'm running the fucking Fields, cuz.

Nah, you ain't.

[Leyton kisses teeth]

[Tyrone] He's emotional, fam.

[Kit scoffs] Yo, money off a mick.

-Easy. -True dat. Come on, man.

But listen, I'mma go chat to the man, sort him out.

-Do that, man. Love. -Catch you.

["Ruler" by Serine Karthage playing over speakers]

[Shelley] Nah, man, I'm too grown for all of that.

Them guys that go to these raves ain't got no behavior.

And there's always some riff-raffs tryna beef and shut down the rave.

It's just a waste of time and money.

Girl, we can wind up and grind on some peng tings, you know?

-Ey! -[both laugh]

Dem man that go to these raves, Lauryn, ain't got no bread.

They're in there every weekend, stuntin' with their champagne bottles,

making you girls…

Yeah, don't look at me like that. …believe that they are about that life.

They got nothing valuable to offer apart from what, champagne and dick?

Yeah, I'll take some of that.

-[scoffs] -[Lauryn laughs]

I'm busy working all weekend anyway, and I ain't got a babysitter.

-Oh, come on. -[door opens]

Stop slammin' the door, man.

Wagwan?

Hi, Jaq.

-What you sayin'? You all right, yeah? -Shelley don't wanna talk to you.

-Where's Mum? -[Lauryn] Out.

-When's she back? -The fuck should I know?

[knock at door]

[Lauryn] My girl think she's a playa, you know.

-[knocking] -[chuckles] All right, you're all done.

-[Jaq] Wagwan? -What's good?

-What they doin' here? -What do you think, man? Nails.

Ah, girl, this shit looks piff! What, take a photo of me.

[shutter clicks]

[laughs]

Nah, girls are gonna shit. I look like Cardi fuckin' B!

[meows playfully, laughs]

Where is it?

-What, you want it now? -What'd you think I come here for?

Wagwan, Dris? You all right?

Mm.

[chuckles] Look, I'm tellin' you, Shelley, man,

it will do you good to grind up on some hotties just for one night.

One night, babe.

No. I'm single, yeah, but I'm not thirsty.

What, and I am?

-[Shelley scoffs] -[laughs]

[Jaq] Fam, fuck!

-[kisses teeth] -[Jaq] In a bit, yeah?

He used to be fit before that thing 'appened, you know.

Man had a stroke, fam, last year.

Yeah.

They're all jumpy, innit?

'Cause of what happened to them Turkish gangsters up in Tottenham. Mm-mm.

[kisses teeth] Yeah, B, I'm gonna be looking like the one, you know.

Cheers, man. See you.

-[woman 1] Can I have an espresso? -[espresso machine hissing]

[woman 2] Sorry.

["Macho" by Jaakko Eino Kalevi playing over speakers]

[sighs]

-Hi, what can I get you? -Can I get a coffee, please?

Our roast of the day is the Impressa.

It's a blend from Mexico, Brazil and Uganda.

It's got a very velvety, smooth texture.

-Fine. -Okay.

-Takeaway, yeah. -You got it. That's 3.50.

-How long you lot been open? -Two years.

Business good, yeah?

Crazy busy. People queue outside on the weekends.

People queuing for coffee?

[whirring]

Bro, any chance I can get my coffee, yeah?

There you go.

Thank you very much.

Sorry.

-[boy 1] Quick, man. -[boy 2] Take it easy.

[car horns honking]

[laughing]

["Brilliant Yes That Would Be" by Underworld playing]

[scoffs]

Out the way, man. Move out the way.

[stubs out cigarette]

[knocking]

-Is Pat there? -[woman] Shelley, who's that?

Shh.

-[door closes] -What'd you mean, "who's that"?

You need me to tell you who it is, yeah?

I don't believe my eyes.

Oh!

[Dushane chuckles] Let me take off my jacket.

[sighs]

Look at you, you're looking good, Mum.

I don't look good at all. I'm a sick old woman.

You put on weight.

-[both laugh] -Yeah?

So have you. [laughs]

Don't talk like that to your mother.

I have diabetes type 2. What's your excuse?

Rum.

-[Pat kisses teeth] -[Dushane chuckles]

Oh, did you meet Shelley?

Yeah.

-Hi. -[Pat] She comes every day.

She even does my nails.

Okay.

Wow, nice.

Is it safe, you being home?

Yeah, don't worry.

I need to give you your shot now, Mrs. Hill.

Nah, nah, nah, it's cool. I can do that.

I still remember how.

Come on, let me see.

[exhales sharply] Mum.

You know you're meant to rotate where you inject it.

I know, I know, but I forget,

and it hurts more doing it that way.

All right, just hold on.

You got ice?

[chuckles]

Thank you.

Mm-hm.

-There you go. -Ah, thank you, son. Thank you.

You've always been very good at doing this.

Okay, listen.

I have to go now, okay?

-But you've only just got here. -I know.

Don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow. [chuckles] All right?

Mwah. I love you.

-I'll see you later. -Mind how you go now.

All right, Mum.

So… how long you been taking care of her?

About a year now.

Hm.

You're doing a good job.

Well, she's a very special lady.

Cool.

-I'll see you later, yeah? -Take care.

[door closes]

[exhales]

[under breath] This is dank.

-Oh my God. -[door opens]

[exhales]

How do you like the shower?

Looks good still.

Smells good too.

I like my things nice and clean.

[chuckles]

[door opens]

[Jeffrey] Sorry I'm late. Meeting went long.

Putting together a consortium of investors to redevelop one of the local estates,

like a total regeneration.

Where did we get to?

So basically, we're gonna need a supply, and it's gonna have to be regular.

If I don't deliver to my people, they'll go somewhere else.

Totally understood. Basic business principles.

Does 15 kilos a month sound like a regular supply to you?

[Kit] Fifteen kilos?

Phew.

That's a lot of blow.

Gonna put a big smile on a lot of faces.

Well, I'm assuming you can handle it.

Jeffrey and me were thinking that if this works out,

we can bring you a lot more.

[chuckles] We can handle it.

-["Low" by God Colony playing on stereo] -But, fam, 15 kilos?

How we gonna move that?

Set up a meetin' with Cam, innit. Somewhere neutral.

A-Road? Are you insane, cuz?

G, Cam got his food off the Turks, nah?

So he gonna be like everyone else, gonna be dry.

-Bro, man, use your head, man. -Gonna be dry.

If you go to Cam and tell him you have a supplier,

you know what's gonna happen, right?

He'll do to us what we done to the Turks.

-♪ I been lyin' low ♪ -[sighs]

And it'll be him and Lizzie squeezin' into that bathroom.

♪ I been lyin' low… ♪

I saw that. You know I got eyes in the back of my head.

G, you know you're sounding like your mum right now.

It's Cam, man.

Bruv, I told you already about this yout, fam.

He's unstable, fam. He's--

Bro, opportunities like this come once in a fuckin' lifetime.

It's either we take it now, or we spend the rest of our life livin' in regret.

[kisses teeth] Come on, bro, man.

Money season, B.

[inmate 1] Yo, square it, square it!

[inmate 2] Miss.

[onlookers cheering and clapping]

[inmate 3] Here, baby.

[inmates speaking indistinctly]

[Sully] Can you open that for me?

[inmate 4] Hey, right here, right here!

-[clapping] -[inmate 5] Use your chest!

[gate clangs shut]

-[chattering] -[ping-pong ball clatters]

[man 1] Trust me, you're gonna love this ting. Fiver.

Oh my G-- What you do--

Crackhead. What you man doin'?

-[man 1] What does it look like to you? -Nah, nah.

You man are fucking violating. Take your shit out of my cell, man.

[chuckles]

-Get the fuck out of my cell, man. -Do you know who you're fuckin' with, G?

[groans]

Yo, wagwan, G?

-[man 1] Pussy. -[man 2] Yeah, what you sayin'?

-[Sully] I ain't say nothin'. -Hm.

-You know what it is, G. -That's the games you're playing?

Step.

You good, fam?

Fucking cunt.

Chill, fam. Why do you even wanna--

-Are you fucking-- -[laughs] Hey.

Sully, how can I help you, fam?

You're lookin' mad stressed,

veins all bursting out the side of your head and that.

I've got one bag of spice. A gift from me to you.

Hey, big man. Chill, man, you're good.

-Nah, you let him go. What, you scared? -Nah.

You scared, Modie?

I just want him to see what you're about to do.

-You stand up. -What are you going to do?

-Stand up. -What are you going to do? Huh?

Sully, don't tell me because you're gettin' out on Friday,

-big, bad Sully now, don't tell me… -Don't fuckin' touch me.

…'cause you're getting out on Friday,

you're gonna come here and just have a conversation?

I'm disappointed.

Move your fucking guys out of my cell, blud.

Ooh, Sully!

Summerhouse Sully!

You ain't goin' nowhere on Friday!

Fuckin' pussy.

[Dushane] Yo, fam.

-You good? -Mm-hm.

["One Way" by Suspect OTB playing]

♪ 'Cause going to sleep is just boring ♪

♪ Was a young boy when I stopped caring ♪

♪ Them times when I had Dipset blaring ♪

-♪ Dad told me not to get two earrings ♪ -♪ Shing! ♪

-♪ Man, I'm so hard of hearing ♪ -♪ Icy ♪

♪ Wrong way down a one-way… ♪

[clattering]

[spoon clinking]

What happened to your arm, cuz?

[Dris] I had a stroke, fam.

A stroke?

That's a old man ting, no, innit?

Too many balloons, bro.

You were doin' NOS, yeah?

What, you think that's bad?

Been lower than that, bruv.

These days, it's dead, it's hard.

Hard to make P's out here.

[Dushane] Safe.

[grunts] Anyway, that there's a old man ting.

-Getting your dad's body now, yeah? -[chuckles]

It's what Jamaica does to you, fam.

And furthermore, you can't really talk.

Your stomach is, like, two times the size of mine, bro.

-Fam. -[chuckles]

Put on a bit of weight, hair's goin'.

-Fuckin' hell. -Stress, fam.

Anyway, forget that. How was Jamaica, anyway?

It's hard out there, bro.

Supply's been dead since the Turks got wiped out.

It's mayhem, innit?

Every few months, you never know who you're dealing with.

And when someone new comes along, they up the price.

It's gettin' hard to make a livin' out here.

Who you reckon duppied the Turks?

Everyone's got their own ideas.

It might be Cam, them A-Road youts.

What about Fields?

Nah, since Modie went in, everyone's been quiet.

Modie's inside, yeah?

Yeah, best place for him, bruv.

Nutter, got 18 years.

Hold on, what about Hazards? The Shillins?

Nah, you won't know them, fam. They're all little kids.

So hold on, bruv, where you gettin' your food from, then?

From the Turks, like everyone else was.

But now, the road's dry, fam.

You know what? That's a good ting. No competition, innit?

Yeah, true.

Soon as man link this ting, money's gonna come in, fam.

[Dushane] Where is man's stall?

The yard-food shop ting that was there before.

-Right there. -Yeah, there, innit?

Yeah.

-What's goin' on? -[Jaq] Wagwan?

What you sayin'?

-[Romy] Wagwan? -You know who this is?

-[Romy] What you sayin', fam? -[Dris] This is Dushane.

Dushane was top G in Summerhouse.

Stand up, man.

[kisses teeth]

So, what, did you bring any food for us then, top G?

[Dushane scoffs]

Bruv, you ain't got no one other than these fucking kids?

That's it, bruv.

We need more army, man.

Man, listen, someone's gonna come and try and sell you food.

Take a good look at that person.

He's the one that duppied the Turks.

-[Dris] Mm. -Yeah.

Bless.

-The fuck's wrong with you, man? -D'you know what the fuck's wrong with me?

How the fuck am I supposed to know who that is?

He's such a badman, where's he been?

Goes for a minute, try look pon me so.

-[spits] -What?

["Weight of the World" by Jack Tyson Charles playing]

♪ As brave enough as I can be… ♪

Excuse me, can I have a look at these watches, please?

♪ The weight of the world Is on his shoulders… ♪

Yeah, what kind of look are you after?

Uh, kind of look that would make me look good.

[chuckles]

Um, what about this one?

♪ Lying by yourself ♪

[Jamie] Thanks.

♪ Won't you put up the fight? ♪

What do you think?

♪ Be with someone else… ♪

-I think it suits you. -Yeah? Does it make me look good though?

Yeah.

[chuckles] Let me try that one.

♪ The weight of the world Is on his shoulders… ♪

What's your name?

Uh, my name?

Yeah, we're the only two here, and I know my name.

It's Jamie.

Tilly.

So what do you think? Look good? Be honest.

I think they both suit you, but this one more.

That's not what I asked you, yeah?

I think you look good.

[chuckles softly]

♪ The weight of the world Is on his shoulders ♪

[sighs]

-What you sayin'? -My man's there, you know.

-What? -My man's there.

Yeah, I seen him still, that's why I jumped out.

I'm gonna chat to him. Don't worry, yeah? Love.

Who are you?

Jamie, innit?

Jamie, Jamie. Man don't know no Jamie. Where's Jamie from? Man don't know Jamie.

What? Fam, you think I won't violate you 'cause of the cameras, rude boy?

[scoffs]

I'm running the Fields now, innit.

What, the mandem letting youse run tings now, yeah?

That what-- [chuckles] That what's happenin'?

[scoffs] That what's happenin'?

Mm?

-So, what-- What happened to Leyton? -Leyton's cool, man.

Wanted to go see some family, or sumtin' like that.

Yeah. So, what-- What do you want?

Man's got high grade for sale. I've got white and B.

-What you sayin'? -I'm saying where you gettin' this from?

That's my business.

Yeah? Well, how much?

-The white is 40 grand a kilo. -Forty?

Bruv, allow them prices there, fam.

Think you're tough and alla dem tings, brudda?

Can't come to them prices with badman, rude boy.

Listen, cut that up, you know you're making five times that much, brudda.

[Cam scoffs] Hear me, brudda? Source better have bloodclaat good protection.

Anything happens to them that can happen to the Turks,

then man's high and dry, rude boy, you hear?

Brudda, do you want the food or not?

[grumbles]

Fam, hear what? Me and you should share the source.

That way, you will have better protection.

Brudda, this ain't about no sharing, like.

[scoffs] Man's gonna chat to my dogs and come chat back to yours, innit?

Yeah? Yeah?

-Say nothin'. -All right.

Bruv, what's he saying? Is everyting good?

Everything's cool, man.

Don't worry. Now, listen, I'm gonna go back to that shop, innit?

-Shout me when you get yard, yeah? -Blud, you sure?

Bro, man is good, do you get it? Love, man.

-A'ight, shout me. -Gwaan.

What you sayin'? You miss me?

Let me have that one though.

It's all right.

You don't think so? Like, it's not good?

I mean, it's whatever.

It's what our management tells us to say, you know, keep the customer happy.

You're a honest girl, Tilly.

So are you gonna buy it?

I'll buy it… if I can get your number.

-You're not getting my number. -You forgetting what your management says?

It'll make me feel good.

I'm not giving you my number.

All right.

I'll give you my number.

I don't want your number.

[soul music playing over speakers]

Look, that's my number, innit?

Call me, text me, whatever.

-And I'll take this one. -Cool.

[teacher] I just want to see a bit of improvement, maybe,

-in concentration in class next term. -[man] Okay.

But apart from that, I think that you're progressing rather well, actually.

Just like his dad.

[laughter]

[teacher] Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you too. Take care.

-[Stef] Put your phone away, man. -I'm just texting Aaron, bruv.

Forget him, it's our turn.

[teacher] Take a seat.

Hi, I'm Ms. Griffiths.

-Nice to meet you. -I'm Stefan's head of year,

and he's in my history class.

So, Stefan, how do you think you're doing?

I don't know.

-[Ms. Griffiths] Do you enjoy history? -Nah.

Hey, don't be rude, little man.

Okay, let's have a look.

-Attendance… -I make sure he doesn't miss school.

And attendance is 100%.

-Homework is a two. -One's the best.

[laughs]

Organization is two.

But concentration is three, behavior three.

So he's doing good? [chuckles]

-Mm, there's room for improvement. -[Jamie] All right.

He's gonna improve, trust me. Ain't that right, little man?

So he's in a nice friendship group too.

I mean, you're friends with Ats, aren't you?

-Yeah, he's my bro. -Yeah, Ats sets a very good example.

Next time I'm here, I wanna hear you're doing as well as Ats, yeah?

So next term, each student is gonna be doing a family tree.

It's just a way of personalizing history for them.

Is that okay?

Can I not do it?

Nah, bruv. You can do it. [chuckles]

-Excellent. -Yeah.

-Nice to meet you. Take care. -Thank you very much. Nice to meet you.

-See you tomorrow, Stefan. -[Jamie] All right, who's next?

[Stef] Mr. Evans. He don't like me.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

-[man] Okay, see you tomorrow. -Bye.

-[Amma] Are you okay? -[Ats] Yeah.

-Hey. -Wagwan?

-Hello. -Are teachers calm?

Yeah, I got all ones in history still.

No, you got one one in history. The rest were threes.

Nah, he's lying, I got a two as well.

The teachers were saying how smart Ats is though.

You all right though, Amma? Is everything okay?

I pray it will be okay.

What's up?

You have enough to worry about, Jamie.

Stefan's a good boy.

-I have to get to work now, yeah? -Make sure you're safe.

-Thank you. -See you later.

-Hold it. -[Ats] Yeah.

[sighs]

Hi. Are you a relative?

-Brother. -Ah, okay. [clears throat] So…

Stefan. Why don't you tell me how you think you're getting on?

Well, it's not going very well, is it?

I'm lookin' at the scores here you've given him, they ain't very good.

Well, I'm afraid Stefan isn't putting in the effort.

How come? 'Cause all the other teachers have given him high marks.

What that says to me is you're the odd one out, do you get it?

Which means it ain't about him, it's about you.

Stefan also says you're very sarcastic.

Nobody likes sarcasm, do you understand?

[Mr. Evans] Um… [clears throat]

Well, maybe we could look at some of Stefan's marks again.

-[Jamie sighs] -[Mr. Evans clears throat]

[cooing]

I got all ones in parents' evening, except geography.

Well, that's cool, man.

Yo, Stefan was born at one o'clock in the morning, you know.

Ten o'clock, Mum rang Dad, told him to come pick her up.

So we all went down to the hospital.

Mum couldn't wait to get out of there.

August 26th, my birthday.

[peaceful ambient music playing]

Yeah.

So we come here to this garden, sat on this bench.

Was lookin' at the new baby.

Me.

And this lady, like an older lady, walks past.

But then she came over. She's like to Mum, "How old's that baby?"

[chuckles] Mum said, "He was born this mornin'."

The lady started bussin' at her. She couldn't believe it.

She said back in her day, you'd have to spend, what,

two weeks in hospital before you could come out?

Mum was so strong, man.

Yeah, now I'm deep in it, she weren't ever ill.

Never even had a cold.

Dad too. He was strong.

He was a real man. When he spoke, everyone listened.

Yeah, man.

That's why we come here, innit, on their birthdays.

Happy birthday, Mum.

Happy birthday, Mum.

Don't worry, man, you're good. You're a good boy.

Yo, you're too big for all of that, man.

-We're brothers though, right? -Yeah, man.

[Ats sighs]

Tell me about this girl.

What's her name? The one that you wanted to take on a date.

-Her name's Abby. -Yeah.

Abby, yeah?

Well, you take Abby someplace nice, show her a good time, yeah?

-[Stef clears throat] -Thanks, man.

This is for you, little man, for making me proud of you today at school.

You done well.

Now, go home. I gotta make a couple phone calls, innit?

-All right, laters, yeah? -Love.

[Stef sighs]

[Jamie sighs]

Hold it.

[birdsong]

Everything cool though, yeah?

[Jamie] Yeah, man.

Everything's crystal.

-Love, yeah? -[Aaron] Mm.

-Safe, yeah? -Love. Get home safe.

[sighs]

[leaves rustling in the wind]

Amma.

Hello.

Have you had contact with Immigration Service recently?

I… [sighs]

Yes.

Maybe we should sit down.

I'm afraid that…

I don't know how to say this to you, Amma,

but we're gonna have to terminate your employment.

I am really sorry.

I don't think I understand what you're saying.

We've had official notification from the Home Office.

The trust would be in breach of the law if you continue to work here.

-How could this happen? -I'm so sorry.

Don't say this, please.

[sighs]

I am so sorry.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[chattering]

[ping-pong ball bouncing]

[kettle boiling]

-Relax. -[man 1] Is that it?

Chill, bro, play the game.

Piss me off, I swear to God. Bow, miss a go.

-[grumbles] -Bow, you're dead.

Bro, hurry up and play. I can see the card already.

-Yo, stop watching my cards, fam. -Quick, bruv. I can't allow…

-What you chattin' about? -[man 2] Hurry up, bro.

-Yeah. -What's goin' on?

-Here we go, bruv. -Come on, blud.

-Here we go, bruv. -Why you so quiet?

[laughs]

[guard] Lock up! Lock up!

-Bro, I don't bang juj, juj bangs me. -Take my cigs--

I'm gonna use these cigs.

Next time you speak to your baby mum, tell her.

Tell her. I'm gonna be way calmer on the phone, way calmer.

Composure, lads. Composure!

Respect me!

[humming]

Oi!

[screaming]

Shh. Who's the fucking pussy now?

[Modie screaming]

-[whistle blowing] -Fuck!

[guard] Everybody, in your cells. Move! Move, move, move!

Get in your cells now, gentlemen, come on!

[whistle blowing]

In your cells, now!

Come on! Move it!

[Sully] Hey! What the fuck you doing?

-[guard 1] Lock on! Lock on! -[guard 2] Locked!

I ain't done shit.

[man] You're okay. We'll get you sorted out.

-Okay, you're okay. -[groans]

The first shipment is five bags of white and five dark.

Now, here's what's gonna happen.

I'm gonna call you with the location and the exact time.

You're gonna come and pick it up.

If you are one minute early, you ain't getting your drugs.

If you are one minute late, you ain't getting your drugs.

If you don't have the money, you ain't getting your drugs.

What money you talkin' about?

The deposit, ten grand.

If I don't see that deposit, you ain't getting your drugs.

You feel me?

Once you've got the food, it's your responsibility.

You will owe what you owe,

and Sugar will collect what's his.

And that includes that boy back in Jamaica.

You are charged with assaulting a fellow prisoner.

This adjudication will determine the truth of the allegation.

If you are found guilty, you'll be awarded additional days

to your sentence and/or time in isolation.

-How do you plead? -Not guilty.

Look, my release date's tomorrow, as…

As you know.

Why would I do sumtin' so stupid that's gonna stop me gettin' out? Hm?

Never make no sense.

Plus, Modie, I know Modie.

Basically a friend of mine.

I respect him, so… he respects me.

Where were you when the attack took place?

I was reading a magazine, in my cell,

where three screws dragged me out of my bed and brought me down 'ere.

You ain't writin' that down.

So let me ask you this.

Who does Modie say done it?

Does he say it's me?

I bet he don't.

Does anyone else say it's me?

'Cause if they do, I got the right to hear them, down here,

say it in front of me, to my face.

And if you can't bring anyone down 'ere,

which I don't think you can,

that tells me that you lot ain't got no witnesses.

The assailant used a plastic bowl to scald the inmate.

-He left his fingerprints on the bowl. -Did you find my fingerprints on the bowl?

-No. Is that because you used gloves? -No, it's 'cause I didn't do it.

So you ain't got my prints,

no forensics,

no CCTV,

no witnesses, the victim clearly ain't ID'd me…

What the fuck am I doin' 'ere?

You'll be informed of adjudication's decision tomorrow morning.

-[Sully sighs] -[pen clicks]

I can go?

[ominous ambient music playing]

-[keys jangling] -[lock clicks]

Yo, what you sayin'? Jump in, let's go, man.

I'm not getting in that car.

These are my friends, they're cool. Don't worry about nothin'.

Jump in. We're gonna go to a club.

I'm not getting in that car with your friends.

-[Tyrone] You know she cold. -[Kit] She ain't gettin' in.

All right. Listen, you man, she wants you lot to jump out the car, innit.

I beg you, just do that for me.

-Wait, what? -What?

-[Kit laughs] -Brudda, she don't want your ugly face

in the car, just jump out.

-You too, Si, man. Do that for me, please. -[groans]

-Is that cool? -All right, bruv.

-Say nothin', say nothin'. -These two are jumpin' out.

-[Si groans] -[Tyrone] Do your ting, innit.

-You know what I mean? Do your ting. -[Si] It's okay.

Listen, bro, she ain't even trying to hear it, you know?

You're jokin', innit?

Come on, man, yeah? Do that for me, bro.

-[Tilly sighs] -[Kit sighs heavily]

Listen, it's just me now. What, you gonna jump in?

[laughter]

You should get in the car, man. He's a genuine guy, you know.

Blud, you owe me one.

[Tyrone] You best be doing sumtin', man.

[motorbike engine revving]

[Kit] A'ight, Jamie is sick…

-[engine revving] -[Si] Who's that?

-What? Oh shit! -[gunshots]

-[Tyrone] Fuckin' heck! -[screaming]

-[Jamie] Oh shit! -[Kit] What the fuck?

-[motorbike engine revving] -[Kit] What the fuck?

-[crowd screaming] -[Kit] Who's that? Who's that?

-Fuck! -[Si] Who was that?

[Kit] Who the fuck was that though?

Fuck!

Shoot at us? Fuck them!

[Jamie inhales sharply]

[keys jangling]

[lock clicking]

[man] Good morning.

Good morning. [sighs]

Can I get your name, date of birth, and prison number, please?

Gerard Sullivan, 13th of the second, 1984.

81910593.

Big day.

I need you to sign a couple of forms for me,

give you your discharge grant.

If you could sign there and there, please.

Now, how are your relationships with your friends and family?

Have your relations suffered while you've been in prison?

Because if they have broken down, it's…

It's not too late to build bridges.

[chuckles softly]

If your friends and family know you've made progress,

particularly in terms of addressing past issues--

What else have I got to sign, please?

It's important that you don't dismiss that as an option, Sullivan.

Is there anything else?

You can sign there for the discharge grant.

[pen scratching]

It's £46.

-You can count it if you like. -Actually will.

[intense ambient music playing]

-[Sully] What you sayin'? -Yeah!

Come on, man.

-You good? -Yeah, man. I'm good. How are you?

-I'm all right. -Good. Good, man.

Lookin' big.

[Jason kisses teeth] Look at yourself, man.

What you sayin'? How was it?

[Sully] Fucking shit.

[Jason] Fuck, you're out of there.

[Sully] How's life?