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- Can't let you back in. - What?

This is where we live. You've just come here.

- Show him that sign. Show him that sign. - Can't let you back in.

- Well, it says on here... - Listen.

Wanna sit down, yeah?

What the fuck is goin' on?

What you talkin' about?

That.

That's a fuckin' problem.

Emilio,

his two little girls,

mother-in-law dead at some First Communion.

Coincidence?

Hold on, what you tryna say?

I'm tryna say my first shipment...

there weren't bricks in it, there was two fuckin' heads.

Chaash and Mounir's.

And also, you don't know nothin' about this Irish firm on the phone?

Talkin' about they're the new fuckin' supplier,

at some new price.

The McGees, no? Never heard of them?

What I know is...

I ain't runnin' shit now.

That's your problem.

Okay, yeah, it is my problem, 'cause they mentioned my fuckin' daughter...

Natasha, by name.

So they're all fuckin' dead.

And if you're back here pullin' strings 'cause you wanna see me fail or somethin',

just know that we are fuckin' linked.

If I fail, you don't make no money.

So if you've been talking 'cause you ain't happy, say it now to me, bro.

Sully...

I think you're forgettin' somethin'.

I ain't nothin' fuckin' like you.

I'm loyal.

Wagwan?

What's happenin'?

What you sayin'? You need me for this ting later today?

Why?

Fam, somethin' ain't right with Lauryn.

I found a wrap of dark on her last night when she was sleepin' on the sofa.

Come on.

Well, that ain't good, is it?

Apart from the hospital,

she ain't been outta the house since all this Curtis shit happened.

- Mm-mm. - I need to spend some time with her, bro.

Get all of this shit ironed out.

Can't lie.

- Go and spend some time with her, then. - You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure. If that's what you need, do it.

- Bro, if you need me, I'm here for you. - Uh-uh. You go and take care of her.

- Do what you gotta do. - All right, bro.

- Later on. - Love.

Oh my God, it's him. Go. Go up to him.

Go get him. Good luck.

Do you ever go school?

Do you ever not go school?

Shut up.

I'm just saying, if you don't go school, you're gonna be bare dumb.

Listen, you don't learn real life things you need in a classroom. Trust me.

Okay, big man.

- Guys, wait. - Oh, what did he say?

You can't be cheeky with boys.

Hey, cuz, let me grab this before you dent your chest.

My guy going straight for the bench press.

That was your bro's ting. He could outdo some of the roid heads in here still.

Yeah, I know. He used to tell me.

You need to work up to this weight though, bro.

How's everyting in that home they got you in?

It's all right, you know. It's calm.

Any youts give you any trouble there,

make sure you let man know, innit?

Love.

Put your hands here.

Let's go. All the way down, right to your chest.

Let's do three more, okay?

Go. Go.

Just practice.

Building yourself up slowly. D'you get it?

Yeah.

Love for reppin' his chain still. That's hard.

Whoever done it...

one day, that brudda's gonna get what's comin' to him.

You ever seen who done it?

Nah.

Everyone on the road swears down it was Sully, innit.

Like I told the feds, I never saw nothin'.

Anyway, fuck all that.

Come on.

Going to stretch our stresses away.

And then over to the right.

Really stretch that arm out

as if you're trying to grab hold of something.

And then into child's pose, where we're going to relax for a bit.

And then into cow.

I've had enough. Come.

Yeah? What, can't we chill for a bit longer?

And now a deep breath in,

and sighing out as we go into child's pose.

I thought we were here for me.

Yeah, we are.

Then let's go.

Listen, you see this yoga ting?

Don't.

You need to stick to the classes.

- All right? It'll be good for you. - Ain't for me.

All that cow, cat bullshit.

Why don't you tell me what this is?

- I don't know what that is. - Is that right?

- Thought you didn't know what it was. - I don't.

See that shit?

It ain't for people like us.

It'll fuck you up, man.

Why you talking to me like I'm some kinda crackhead?

'Cause you're my sister,

and that is dark.

I've seen enough people fuck up their lives because of that shit,

and I ain't about to let that happen to you.

So this ain't happenin' no more.

All right?

- All right? - All right. All right.

Look, I won't do it anymore.

It's been hard, Jaqs.

Like, really, really fuckin' hard.

I get it.

I do.

But I'mma be real with you, Lauryn.

I ain't really tryna hear all that.

You and little man are rolling with me today.

Have you got time?

For my family?

Always.

- Yo. - Hey.

- What you sayin'? - I'm ready.

Let me just get some stuff out the back. I'll be a sec.

A'ight, do your ting.

- You all right? Mm. - You all right?

Mandy.

Dushane.

Nice little stunt you pulled in Summerhouse yesterday.

Thanks.

Oi,

you do know it's not in my best interests

to have feds roamin' around the estate like that, innit?

The Home Office were gonna deport Kieron.

And we stopped them.

Did you want 'em to take your friend?

Firstly, Kieron ain't my friend.

Second, he's a grown-arse man. You ain't his mum.

Police on the estate like that means money outta my pocket.

I ain't feelin' it, Mandy.

Sounds about right.

You've never struck me as the type to care about anybody other than yourself.

Do you think I'm fuckin' playin' with you? Hm?

Don't fuck with me.

Mandy.

Can you just help set up for the next client, please?

- Sure. - Thank you.

- You ready, yeah? - Yeah.

- Hey, Naomi, take care, yeah? - Take care.

What the hell was that?

Listen, how you wanna run your business is up to you, yeah?

You see that Mandy girl, she gotta go.

When we get this chain, we're gonna need Mandy.

For your information, I was at that protest as well.

So was the whole of Summerhouse. And you know what? We won.

Anyway, it was just a one-off thing.

That's good to know.

Well...

Delivery.

- Yeah, when? - When?

You're gonna get your delivery soon, but I need to make a few things clear.

I wanna see your operation.

What'd you wanna see?

I mean, I think it's only fair.

Me and my uncle, we're taking a big risk here, man.

Just cooperate with us.

The sooner the better.

Now, my lad is gonna follow us, so... let's get on, then.

Pedicure chairs, manicure stations.

All very busy shops.

Lots of regular customers, and they're all staying.

Now, let me show you downstairs.

Well, I have a price.

I can offer you 1.5.

This is 600K under the asking price.

Look, with all due respect, I didn't come here to bid,

so this offer expires the minute we walk out of here.

One million, five hundred thousand.

If you agree, you'll have the money in seven days.

Cash.

No one's gonna offer you that, and you know it.

One million, nine hundred and fifty thousand.

Seven days, cash.

One million, eight hundred thousand. Seven days, cash.

And that's my final offer.

One million, eight hundred and fifty thousand.

When I said final, I meant final.

I ain't gonna lie, you killed that one.

- I told you I'd get her lower. - Yeah, I know, you did.

We'll definitely get that in seven days?

Shelley, I got you. Yeah?

I'll go and see Lithe now.

I don't want none, bruv.

Look who's rolling with man.

- Who? - Oh my days!

Oh man!

- Say nothin' - Say no more.

- My guy. - Come on, man!

What you sayin'? Good to see you.

- My brudda. Come on. - What you sayin', man?

What you sayin', bro? You drinkin'?

Yeah, gwaan.

- You drink? - He's a big man now.

- Love. - Yo, take it easy though. Sip slow.

Gonna look bad chucking up.

Respect to our fallen brothers.

- Everyone rise up, man. - Sure.

- Man like J. - One time for Jamie.

- Big up Jamie. - Jamie!

Can't forget our next fallen soldier, yeah?

Kit.

Everyone in this room had enough love for your brother.

Enough, man.

So we're gonna go turn up tonight. Wanna come through?

Yeah, I'm there.

- You're a big boy now, yeah? - Big business!

- Show my brother what you been working on. - You really gonna do that now, fam?

Reload that.

Load up, G.

- She's not in. - What?

- She's not in. - What you mean?

Where the fuck is she then?

She pays the rent every Friday in cash. That's all I know.

- Excuse me, you can't go in there. - Shut up, man.

I'm sorry, but the person you've called...

Fuck's sake.

Yo, Jeffrey. Have you seen Lithe?

Yeah, Dushane, I can't deal with this right now.

There's just a lot goin' on. I'm gonna... I'll call you back.

Yo, yo, yo. You ain't callin' no one back, bruv.

Listen, I'm in her office. The whole fuckin' place is empty.

- What's goin' on? - I'm gonna have to call you back.

You hear what I'm telling you? I'm in her office...

Jeffrey!

Fuck!

Pfft.

The kingdom, eh?

- You rollin' tonight? - Yeah, 100%, bro.

- Hundred... You know it. - Come on, let's go.

- Your ting don't smell right. - Hey.

So, what you sayin', Bradders? What?

What, you cheatin' tings or, what, you a virgin?

This guy don't get tings, man. He's always with me.

What'd you mean?

- No. - Nah.

- Hey. - Nah.

- One sec. - Say no more.

Who the fuck is this?

Yo.

Grab that.

You just stayin' home?

Nah, man. Fuck hidin' from Home Secretary.

Man's gotta work, bruv.

Love.

Security, yeah?

Mm.

- Good? - Yeah, good. Good.

Who's that, fam?

Fuck knows, bruv.

My man looked hella buki, though.

For real, man.

One more stop, buddy.

Yo!

Bruv, don't put down the phone on me like that, yeah?

- Where the fuck is Lithe? - I dunno.

What do you mean you don't know?

Brother, pick up your phone, call her, tell her to come here now.

I tried her after you called. She's not pickin' up.

So where's Lizzie? Is she here?

Get Lizzie to call her.

Lizzie, I'll call Lizzie. Except, hold on,

I've been calling Lizzie every five minutes for the past 12 hours.

I got back last night about midnight.

I... No Lizzie.

She's locked me out of all my bank accounts.

Every single one of them. I can't get in. I'm locked out. She's taken everything.

She's gone.

As in, she's gone.

Mate, look, Dushane, this... Lithe's... Lithe's gone.

Lizzie's gone.

That is not a coincidence.

That's a clusterfuck.

Listen to me.

You're gonna find them, and you're gonna bring them back to me.

Do you get it?

Yeah.

That's good.

'Cause I swear down, Jeffrey, if you don't,

you ain't gonna live to see the weekend.

Do you get that?

Mm.

Yeah.

Oh fuck.

Fuck. Fuck!

Fuck!

Got a little present for you. Little surprise.

Mate, I'm done with surprises.

Nah, this... This surprise, I think you'll like this surprise.

You ever been to Ireland, Sully?

- No. - You should come over. I'll take you.

- Look like I'm fuckin' in it.

- Where we goin', Jonny? - Down here, take a left.

Hello!

Can I come and sit in here with you?

Is that all right?

Well, thank you, kind sir.

It's cute.

See a name you like?

Ah, I dunno, man.

Well, how long you got to name him before it's illegal and that?

About two days left.

Shit, then.

- Somebody better get crackin'. - Yeah, I know, but it's difficult.

All right then, well, what about that one?

- Oh, shut up. - Hank.

No. No.

What? He could become a cowboy or somethin'.

- Ain't no cowboys in London. - Eh?

Delroy.

Yeah, man.

Likkle baby Delroy.

- Oh. - All right, listen, let's make a move.

- Stop. - Come on, then, baby Delroy.

No, no, don't call him that. I swear.

- Delroy. - Uh-uh.

- After his granddaddy. - You're so annoying.

- Mm. - No way.

Proper yard man.

Oh shit.

Wagwan?

Oh my God!

Hey! How are you?

- I'm good. You all right? - Ah!

Hey.

Mm-hm.

Ooh!

Hello!

That's him.

So cute!

- Hey! - Babe.

- Hello. - Mm!

- Aw! - Ah! Hi, Jaqs. You all right?

- Yeah, good. - Hey!

Wow.

Look at you. You getting too much female attention?

- Hey! - He's beautiful, Lauryn.

- Do you think so? - What? Are you jokin'?

He is beautiful.

Look at him.

- What's his name? - Delroy.

- Shut up. - After his granddaddy.

Nah, man.

All day with this shit.

No, um...

He... He hasn't got a name,

'cause I can't think of one just yet.

But yeah, man, we were just passin'. Thought we'd pop in and say wagwan.

- You're not goin'? - Well, I mean...

- No, no, no, no, no. - Up to you.

Absolutely not. Especially you, Jaq.

There's somethin' Naomi's been dyin' to do for you.

- Come, Jaqs. - Hey! Hello!

Come, sit.

Well, I don't know what none of this shit is.

Let's see.

Don't judge me. Well, it's been a minute, so...

It's all good. You're here now.

- The fuck is that? - Gems.

- You want gems? - No.

All right, let me see. Let me see your hands.

It's about time you got them bruk-up claws dealt with.

You hear about the chain Shelley's buyin'?

- I spotted this opportunity. - Yeah?

- It's perfect. - Oh, what kinda chain?

Ten shops.

Nine plus this one.

- Ten shops! - Gwaan, Shell.

So, you gonna come and get involved? Shelley's is goin' places, you know.

Uh...

I've got the baby, Shell.

Yeah, not right now. Whenever you're ready.

You're family. You know this.

- Yeah. - Yeah?

No, I appreciate you, sis. I really do.

I got you.

Come. Come meet my friends.

Hiya, Jonny.

- How are we, gorgeous? - Yeah, I'm all right. How are you?

- Yeah, not bad. Better now. - You here to see Pat?

Yeah. Is himself inside?

- Yeah, he's in the communal room. - Okay, I'll chat to you later, yeah?

- Yeah. See you, babe. - All right.

- Howya? - Hey, Jonny.

There he is! The wee fecker.

- Abigail. - All right, Jonny?

Yeah.

- You finished now, darlin'? - Uh-huh.

Thank you, Abigail.

Thank you.

Suigh síos.

What's that?

Suigh síos. It means "sit" in Irish.

I'd rather stand in English.

This old fecker here, Pat, he's my great uncle.

Tadgh's father.

Pat, meet my buddy, Sully.

Jonny, what we doin' here?

Yeah, I mean, I'm gonna show you how the money can be made.

Got 20 of these places, man.

Make a fortune.

Well, fact is, you know, there's what?

Unlimited supply of old people here.

Come and go. You make your money that way.

Anyways, look.

I'll be back on Friday for your birthday.

- Uh... - Yeah?

- Is Tadgh comin'? - Tadgh is comin'.

I'll be comin', okay?

All right, man.

Is Tadgh comin'?

Yes!

On wit' ya. Come on, this way.

Relax, Sully, will ya?

D'you ever try meditation?

No?

Helps with the nerves, you know.

Come on. Your present's in here.

Is it movin'?

You know, Pat, he always hated traitors, didn't he?

It's, like, an Irish thing.

Attaboy, Billy.

I mean, whatever you wanna do, man, you do it.

- How about you do it? - It's your mess. Go on.

Go on.

You seem excited. Go on.

Such a shame, eh?

Shut up, will ya?

Yah!

Ah, man. Stop.

Finish it, will ya? Go on.

Nah, nah, it's all yours.

No, I can't do anything before Tuesday. I...

I'm gonna have to call you back.

- I assume there's some kind of problem. - Yeah, there's a fuckin' problem.

Lizzie, Lithe, they've done a runner.

I can't get my money.

Well, I could put an inquiry agent on it.

But if further down the road, something were to happen to Lizzie,

which is a possibility,

then the inquiry agent might feel obliged to inform the police,

which could be awkward.

You know what the fuck I'm about.

I want Lizzie found ASAP.

There is a guy.

Detective.

Very obliging.

Very discreet.

But it'll cost you.

Talk to him.

Set it up.

Leave it with me.

- Do you wanna get a drink? - What?

- Do you wanna get a drink? - Yeah, okay.

You're joking.

- How was your day, though? - Mm.

You know, it was amazin'. Even little man's conked out.

- And the nails? - Oh. Yeah.

- They're so good. - Mm.

Green with envy. Keep those bitches jealous.

- Know what I mean? - You look good.

Thanks, babes. Come, let's get a picture.

Do it for the 'gram.

Aah.

Let's see.

- Oh. No. - Nah, nah, do another one.

Yes, fire.

A likkle somethin' somethin' came for you today.

- No, you didn't. - Yes, I did.

What is it?

Fuck's sake, man. Youse two. Ugh.

What one is it?

Oh. Okay.

Mm. Almost blew my own back out.

Well, I did.

- Okay, I love you. - I love you, baby.

Mwah. Have fun.

Listen, you go have one of your fancy baths, yeah?

I will.

If you're still up by the time I get back, we'll slap a film on, yeah?

- Yes. - A'ight.

Go.

- Hey, Jaqs? - Yo.

Thank you for today.

No, seriously, though.

I even got a job.

- Mm-hm. - Me and Shell.

Yeah, yeah.

It was meant to be.

I love you.

I love you more.

Impossible.

Allow me, man.

- Right, have fun, yeah? - Yeah, yeah.

Behave.

- We'll try. - Mm.

Bye!

Oh my gosh, this drink tastes disgustin'.

- Yeah, I know, man. - Ugh. I'm not drinkin' that.

Erin, I was thinkin'...

- For once in your life. - Just cool, man.

Oh, wait, you've got somethin'.

Anyways, like, it's just a bit mad how you live bare close to me.

- Yeah. - I live bare close to you.

Is that you shinin', my guy?

- It doesn't matter, carry on. - He thinks he's the guy!

Wearin' dat ting, ya know.

Wagwan, donny?

- I see your chain's lookin'... - Don't touch that, fam.

What? Yo, brudda, let me see the chain.

- Move from me, fam! - I just want that chain.

Let go of my chain, man!

- Get off me! - Run up the ting, my yout.

- Just chill out, bro. - This is mine now.

- You man, it's calm, man. - Pussio.

Oi, listen, don't be a gangista, my guy.

Hey, you man. Let's move, man.

Miskeen.

Lil' pickney yout.

Listen, Stef, it's not that deep. It doesn't matter.

Stef, it's not that deep. It doesn't matter. Stef!

Fam, these fuckin' Malis took Jamie's chain, fam!

What?

Hey.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay, bub.

Come here.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay. Don't cry.

Aw. Come here.

Shh.

Yeah. Yeah.

Okay.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Come on.

Come on. Come on, bubba.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh. That's it. It's okay.

It's okay.

Yeah?

Mummy's here.

Mummy's here.

I'm here.

We're gonna call you Jack.

After the best auntie in the world.

Yeah.

Yeah.

That's what we'll call you.

Baby Jack.

What's wrong, bruv?

- It's the home. They're callin'. - Bro, tell them to fuck off, man.

Bro, I can't.

If I don't answer the phone, they'll call the feds and say I'm missin'.

- Hello. - Stef. It's Amanda.

- Are you okay? - I'm good.

What you up to?

I'm with Erin, studyin'.

Okay. When are you comin' home?

In, like, 20 minutes.

All right. I'll see you in a little while, then, yeah?

- Yeah, cool, bye. - Bye.

Bro, we'll find them.

Hey, that's them, fam! That's them!

Obi, pull in. Quick, man. Let's go!

- Ay, listen! - You lot!

Ay, what, bruv?

Oh shit. Mandem, chill. Mandem, chill.

How about you robbed the wrong fuckin' Fields, man?

- You dickhead. - Wait. Relax, man.

Come here, bro.

Stef!

Stef!

My brudda wants to make you understand somethin'.

Take off my fuckin' chain, you pussio.

Make sure you never look in my brudda's direction again.

Say nothin'.

- Dickhead yout, man. - Likkle nerd.

Ain't know nothin'.

- Hey, you man, let's cut. - Let's leave, man.

Get inside. Get inside.

- Pick up your boy, there. - Pick up your boy!

Pussio!

Stef! Fuckin' hell!

- Whoo! - Fuckin' hell!

- You see that? Boom! - Boom!

Come on! That's what I'm talkin' about!

- He deserved it, fam. Little pussio. - You're mad, bro.

See, I told you we'd be there, innit?

We're all family, bro.

We're all family.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm good.

Let's get me home. I got 20 minutes.

Yeah, that's true. Say less, I'm on it.

Let's gwaan.

You see that?

Your little mate runnin' around like she's fuckin' famous or somethin', bruv.

- You ain't got nothin' to say? - What do you want me to say?

That what you brought me here for? Talk about Jaq?

No.

How much of your money you give to Lithe?

Couple hundred.

You're lucky.

Her and Lizzie have disappeared.

Told Jeffrey he needs to fuckin' find her, quick.

Called Wilson Lee, told him to jump on it as well.

A'ight, nice for the heads-up.

Bro. You sort out the Irish ting?

Nah, not yet.

I'm on it, though.

When you're sayin' you're on it, what does that mean?

On it. Like how I'm always fuckin' on it.

- I'm coming with you. - You don't need to come.

Sully, this ain't the time for my money to come up short.

This has to get done right. I need to come.

I dunno. I'll think about it.

Are you mad?

Do you even love me?

Babe, you know I love you.

- She was nice looking, though. - Oh, you're out of order.

You ain't even her type anyway. I'm more her type.

- Yeah, that's what you'd like to think. - Let me go check on these two.

- Yeah. Do you want one? - Yeah, go on.

All right, bubba.

All right, little man. What's happenin'?

What's happenin'?

Where's your mummy? Eh?

Where's Mummy?

Lauryn?

Lauryn!

Becks! Becks!

Lauryn, wake up!

Lauryn! Lauryn!

Lauryn.

No, no, no, no, no.

Lauryn, what the fuck, man? Becks!

No, man.

No.

Becks! Becks!

What is it?

Becks, you need to call someone!

Lauryn!

Lauryn!

Come on. Please.

Lauryn!

Lauryn.