Freehold (2017) - full transcript

[siren blaring in distance]

[car honks]

♪ City bird ♪

♪ City bird ♪

♪ Fly away from my window ♪

♪ From my window ♪

♪ 'Cause you don't sing ♪

♪ Like the birds from home sing ♪

♪ Your song is dying ♪

♪ After the tower's turned ♪

♪ To a tomb ♪



♪ The underworld refugees all ♪

♪ Were refused by the banker ♪

♪ They could never go in ♪

♪ So I let them in ♪

♪ I light the candle ♪

♪ For the ghosts in my home ♪

♪ My home ♪

♪ And say a prayer
to please send care ♪

♪ For the guests in my home ♪

♪ But in their sleep
they claw and scream ♪

♪ The devil home ♪

♪ The devil's come home ♪

♪ But that nightmare does not compare ♪

♪ To the demons in sleeping alone ♪



♪ After the tower is turned ♪

♪ To a tomb ♪

♪ The underworld refugees all ♪

♪ Were refused by the banker ♪

♪ And with nowhere to go ♪

♪ They wash up on Skid Row ♪

♪ Oh city bird ♪

[birds chirping]

[alarm ringing]

[electric toothbrush whirring]

[spits]

[hip-hop music playing]

[gargles]

[keys jingling]

[electronic music plays]

[clock ticking]

[birds chirping]

[train clacking in distance]

[electric toothbrush whirring]

[gargling]

[sniffs]

[rustling]

[clock ticking]

"The first meal..."

[keys jingle]

[door unlocks]

[door opens, closes]

[Hussein] No, no, no, Mr. Atkinson.

I completely understand. I know it's late.

The reason why I'm
actually calling is beca...

I'm literally just walking
from the office now.

Yeah, we got some news in today
that I thought I'd run by you.

Yeah, um...

we got another offer

on the house that you really like.

Yeah, I know, these things
happen all the time, sir.

How are you? All right. Yeah.

Can I get the usual please?

Um, an Italian thin crust pizza.

Pepperoni, obviously.

Um, can you do me that... that
sour cream dip that you guys do?

Yeah, um, one strawberry cheesecake.

Yeah, and, um...

could you throw in like
a cheeky bottle of coke?

[chuckles] Yeah. You letch.

You know my address, yeah?

Okay. All right, then, how
long would that be roughly?

All right. Yeah, no worries.

All right, take care.

[woman moaning on TV]

[phone ringing]

[moaning continues]

[ringing continues]

Hey.

You all right?

Yeah, how's it going?

Nice.

Yeah, when are you back?

Yeah, no, that shouldn't be a problem.

Let me... write it down.

Yeah, go on.

What was that?

Terminal... 2.

12:22.

Yeah. Not a problem.

I'll be there.

Of course I will.

For you, anything.

[exhales deeply]

[train clacking in distance]

[electronic music plays]

[snoring softly]

[clacking]

[alarm ringing]

[alarm stops]

[Hussein] What the fuck?

[hip-hop music plays]

[toilet flushes]

[gasps]

[breathing forcefully]

[gasps]

Fuck. Fuck.

[cooing]

[speaking Spanish]

[Orlan singing in Spanish]

[singing continues]

[Hussein] No, no, no.

The last thing I'm trying to do, sir,

is to pressure anyone
into making a decision

that they don't want to go through.

Yeah, and 15 percent is the
preferable rate these days,

but I know some vendors that
are willing to offer 10 percent.

And if I'm being completely
honest with you, sir,

I saw you. Your aura...

and... the whole ambiance in the house...

that just connected really well.

So I'll let you sleep on it.

Then you can let me know

what you want to do in the morning.

You have a good night.

[clicks tongue]

[imitating gunshots]

[chuckles]

[gags]

Oh, shit.

So... yeah. Listen, man, I need to re-up.

[hoover whirring]

Yeah, quick one.

It's been like two
scores or something, yeah?

[hip-hop music playing]

That right-wing pussy
telling me to black it up.

Is he mental?

[knocking on door]

[both] So! So! So!

Your lift stinks.

Shut up, man. That's you
that stinks, not my lift.

Bruv, I mean, it's so quick.

What are you wearing?

What do you mean, what am I wearing?

Why are you dressed like that?

Went to a casting, innit?

Oh, yeah. How did it go?

Bruv, the director,
walks up to me and goes,

"Excuse me, mate, do
you mind blacking it up?"

- What?
- Yeah.

I looked at him and goes,

"How much more black can I get?"

- So, what did you do?
- I had enough of that.

Afterwards, he comes up to me and goes...

"Do you mind adding a 'motherfucker'."

- [chuckles]
- Like, because I'm black

I have to say "motherfucker."

Just racist, innit?

Now, imagine you're at the office...

and someone comes up to you and says

"Hussein, do you want this bacon sandwich?"

Would you eat it?

Yeah.

'Cause I eat bacon.

Isn't it against your laws?

[Hussein] I mean, yeah...

but I eat pepperoni as well, so...

There's no much difference, innit?

But is it halal, though?

There's no such thing as halal pig.

Halal that.

All right, cool.

[grunts]

[snoring]

[alarm ringing]

[alarm stops]

[groans]

[electric toothbrush whirring]

[spits]

[hip-hop music playing]

[gargles then spits]

[phone ringing]

[music stops]

Hey, you all right?

What?

Already?

Now, wait a minute.

I thought you said 3 p.m.

That's what I've got written
down. That's what you told me.

Wha... So what are you gonna do?

A-All right, all right,
I'll come now then, won't I?

W-Wha...

Okay. Chill out.

I'll pick you up from the station then.

Yeah.

- [line disconnects]
- Hello?

Hello?

For fuck's sake, man.

You told me 3 p.m.

So it's my fault, innit?

I can never do anything right.

[gargling]

[sighs]

[knuckles crack]

[cooing]

[Orlan speaking Spanish]

- [Mel] You got me a present?
- [Hussein] No, I didn't get you one.

- [Mel laughs]
- Why would I get you a present?

Look, I wrote it down on the wall.

- [Mel] Where?
- [Hussein] On the fridge.

- I told you I did. There.
- [pigeons fluttering]

Oh, my God. The hell are... [screaming]

Oh, my God!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- [Mel] Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! W... Where did these come from?

- Get rid of them!
- I'm trying to get rid of them!

- Can you give me a towel or something...
- [Mel] No!

[screaming]

- [Hussein] Come on, man.
- No, I'm scared.

- Well, what am I trying to do?
- Open the door!

I need one. Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

- [Mel wailing]
- Give me a towel, quick.

No! Talk to them.

Talk to them? I don't know
how to talk to the pigeons.

Hey, pigeon.

[Hussein cooing]

No!

Get off my chair, man.

Get off!

Go! Go! Go!

Man! Oh, they've
shit on my La-Z-Boy.

Fuck, man.

I swear I never left that window open.

Well, you clearly did.
Have you not got any food?

There's loads of food in there.

You haven't even got teabags?

What're you talking about.
I can see two teabags

with my own eyes right there.

- [Mel] Where?
- On the counter.

They're used.

It's called recycling.

Wow.

I'm not your fucking houseboy.

I'm a professional salesman.

I ain't got time to be
fucking buying food for you.

- So I'll go shop, yeah?
- Yeah.

I think that's a great idea.

Okay, cool. I'll go shop, so
we can eat some food tonight.

- How 'bout that?
- Can you get me some...

chocolate chip cookies?

No, I can't.

[video game sounds playing]

[gunshots on video game]

Glass of red?

Oh!

[video game narrator] Game over.

This is nice.

Came to 35 quid.

What, you're asking for money now?

We said half and half.

Half the bills, half the rent.

I'll pay you tomorrow.

What do you want me to do?

Run out of the house now,
run to the bank or something?

I'm just saying.

And I'm just saying, what if
your food was actually dead.

Okay, cool.

I'm going to bed, yeah?
You can do the washing up.

[sighs]

[shower running]

Breakfast is served.

[moans] Morning.

Morning.

- Listen...
- That's nice.

I'm so sorry, yeah?

Don't be sorry. Just be nicer.

I didn't mean to write
the wrong time down, did I?

Yeah, I didn't mean to be a
massive bitch, but fucking hell.

I think I was feeling
hemmed in or something.

My head weren't in the right place.

It's all right. Don't worry about it.

Listen, I was thinking

we should do something today.

- What?
- Like...

- go to the cinema, watch a film.
- Mm.

Go and get some more food.

What food?

Go to the Chicken Shop.

Okay.

- You like the Chicken Shop?
- Yeah.

Then we can come back...

and then I can...

What's that?

What's that?

- It's the...
- What?

- The Slider.
- The Slider.

Yeah, it's time for the Slider.

You need to work on your moves.

You know I can always use the Slider.

You need to work on your Slider.

Your Slider's dead.

- You said the Slider was good.
- Mmm.

That's not what you were saying.

[chuckles] I faked it.

- What?
- [Mel laughs]

[Hussein] You faked it?

[Mel laughing] I'm so sorry.

- [Mel] Stop it.
- [grunts]

- Were you faking that now as well?
- Yeah.

Yeah, but that's different.
That's tickling me.

Oh! You're meant to be nice.

- [Hussein] I'm being nice.
- [Mel] No, you're not.

- [Hussein] I am.
- [Mel] No, you're not. You're being...

[laughs]

- Do you wanna be any louder?
- Yeah.

I'll fucking scream the place down.

You're meant to be nice to me.

- [urinating]
- [Mel and Hussein continue talking]

[Mel] Stop it. I don't
like it when you play.

[groans]

[Mel] Mmm. [giggles]

[Hussein] You said my Slider was dead.

- [Mel] Dead.
- [Hussein] No...

[Hussein] Fine, I ain't
gonna bring out the Slider.

[Mel] No, I'm joking.

[Hussein] I'll give you The Brown Hammer.

[Mel] The Brown Hammer... [laughing]

♪ I know you and you know
me and I know you, yeah ♪

♪ That's my other half,
she stick to me like glue ♪

What are you doing?

- I didn't do that on purpose.
- Don't lie.

Don't get ugly.

What if my head was to
crack into that door.

Oh, you're so dramatic.

You wouldn't be living
in this amazing flat then.

- You do know that, right?
- Are you serious?

This place ain't amazing?

- Mmm, it's all right.
- What?

It'll do.

So what would you change about it then?

I'd get some plants in,
I'd get some candles in,

I'd get some quotes.

Quotes, all right. Quotes I can work with.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. All right.

We can do that. Can you, um...

help me when you're done.

[Mel] Yeah,

I can.

[Hussein] What time are you home tonight?

Um, probably later than usual

- because...
- What?

I've got to impress my first day back.

But you said tonight we're gonna...

What?

- Put you against the wall.
- Yeah, we can,

but I'm just gonna have to be later.

All right.

You better sell five houses today.

- Five?
- Yeah.

I mean, I got twelve lined up already.

Oh, you're so full of it.

[shouting indistinctly]

[door closes]

[clock ticking]

[water running]

[festive Latin music playing]

Take these off.

[laughing]

Come, then. Show me what you've got.

Show you what I've got?

- Oh, it's like that now?
- Yeah.

- It's competition time?
- Yeah.

- Last time that happened...
- Mmm.

...I'm sure I won.

- Really?
- Yeah.

[kissing continues]

Mmm.

- Hello.
- Mmm.

Hello.

What's going on? Why is it not...

[Hussein] Oh, for fuck's sake.

It's all right. Don't worry about it.

Why are you so ugly?

It's all right. You ain't got
to be Mr. Lova Lova all the time.

- All the time?
- Yeah.

- It's fine.
- Of course I have to.

No, you don't, man. It happens.

And when is the last
time this happened to me?

Before I went on a holiday.

There's been so many times we're about
to have sex and you can't get it up.

So what? All this is my fault?

No, I'm just saying it's probably the weed.

Messes with your libido, innit?

- It's not the weed.
- It's not the weed, no?

- Nah, it's not the weed.
- What is it then?

It's you.

It's your fault. It's not my fault.

Why would it be my fault?

'Cause you got a flat arse.

That's why.

How else can I not get it up?

There's nothing even there, man.

[chuckles] Cool.

Prick.

[hip-hop music playing]

[electric toothbrush whirring]

[gargling]

[spitting]

I feel like dog shit, man.

Well, you look like dog shit.

[laughing]

What?

- That's funny?
- Yeah.

You're such a pussy. Man
up. Grow some balls, man.

Man-flu?

[coughs]

- Have you seen my diamond tiepin?
- No.

- What do you mean no?
- I mean no.

We all great, innit?

- Shut up, man.
- [Mel chuckles]

[Mel] So rude.

[door closes]

[door opens]

Where is it? Oh.

[Orlan breathing hard]

[chuckles]

[blowing nose]

"Big monster dick."

"Big monster dick."

"Soldier in my Ass."

[singing in Spanish]

"Suck My Nine Inch in a Gloryhole."

"Monkeys in the Shower."

"Cock-a-cock."

[singing in Spanish continues]

[muttering]

[Orlan speaking Spanish]

[speaking English]

[speaking Spanish]

- Oh, that's funny?
- That's not me.

So, what is this? Why is it cut?

I don't know.

I left this morning, Mel.

I found out mid-day whilst I was at work

walking around like a fucking dickhead.

Oh, there's no change
there. Is there, Hussein?

Come on, Mel, man. I'm being serious.

So am I, being serious.

- No, you're not.
- Yes, I am.

- And what about my phone?
- What's... What?

- What did you do to it?
- What do you mean?

I put it on charge last night next to you.

- Okay, cool.
- That's not funny.

I walked out this morning, and
it was fucking zero percent.

- Okay, what about my laptop?
- What about your laptop?

Why is there porn on my laptop?

- I don't know.
- You've been watching porn on my laptop?

- No!
- No?

- No!
- Okay.

I don't watch porn on your laptop.

Okay, so you're telling me, Hussein, that

"Soldier in My Arse" isn't you?

- What?
- You've been watching gay porn on my laptop?

- No, I haven't.
- I took this to work today.

You know my boss, he saw that today.

It's disgusting. It's actually rank.

- Mel.
- What?

I haven't been watching
gay porn on your laptop.

What else has been
watching porn on my laptop?

Why... Who else lives here?

- Don't ask me dumb questions.
- Who else lives here?

- No one.
- Okay, so just you and me live here, yeah?

- Yeah.
- So you're telling me that somehow

a ghost is watching porn on my laptop?

- I don't know what "Solider in My Arse" is.
- Is that what turns you on?

Is that what turns you on? You
know, it actually makes sense.

That's why you can't get it up, ain't it?

'Cause you like dick.

Mel.

I haven't been watching
gay porn on your laptop.

And what the hell is this?

- They're your knickers.
- Yeah, what's that?

- Ugh! I don't know.
- It's your cum.

- No, that's not.
- Yes, it is your cum.

Why're you wanking over my knickers for?

- You've been trying...
- That's nasty, Mel. I would not do that.

I can't believe I
actually let you touch me.

- It wasn't me. I didn't do anything.
- Whatever.

- Why don't you ever understand?
- You're sick!

You never listen.

[whirring]

[sighs]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[sighs]

Oh, my God!

- Hussein.
- Yeah.

- Come flush the toilet.
- What?

Flush the toilet.

Why? I never used it.

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

You've done a shit, and
you've not flushed it.

It's disgusting. Flush it.

- I haven't shit yet.
- I'm not flushing that.

What? Oh!

- That's nasty.
- Yeah, it's nasty. Flush it.

- It's not mine.
- It's not mine.

- What do you want me to do?
- What are you lying?

- I'm not lying.
- Yes, you are lying.

- No, I'm not.
- And I guess you never used this, no?

- No.
- This is my shampoo. You know that, right?

- Yes.
- Cost me 40 pounds.

It's empty.

I've got my own shampoo.

So use your own in the future.

- I do...
- This is empty.

This cost me 40 quid. You're so selfish.

It's probably you overusing it.

No, I haven't used it yet.

All right.

I can't even use that shampoo anyway.

It don't even work in my head.

I can't use that shampoo...

I don't care whether
you can't use it or not.

- I didn't do it.
- You're a compulsive liar, you know that?

- I'm not lying.
- Yes, you are.

You don't know the difference
between reality and a lie anymore.

I didn't take a shit, and
I didn't use your shampoo.

When are you gonna take these fucking
make-believe images out of your head?

- It's not make-believe.
- Yes, it is make-believe.

- No, it's not.
- It really is.

- No, it's not.
- I haven't done it!

I'm worried. You got
something wrong in your head.

- Really? You think I'm mental?
- Yeah.

You got bipolar or something.

- You think I got bipolar?
- Yeah.

You're a selfish asshole sometimes.

- I'm selfish?
- Yeah.

- Me?
- Yeah.

When all I've done over these whole

past few years is care for you.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- I've never not cared for you?
- And I've loved you.

Yeah, have I loved you?

- And I've allowed you to stay in this place.
- Ah, cool.

- You've allowed me to stay in here, yeah?
- Yeah.

Yeah, you've allowed me to
stay in here like I'm a burden?

- How dare you?
- Is it not the truth?

Whether it's the truth or
not, Hussein, how dare you!

I stayed here 'cause I wanted to stay
here, not 'cause I needed to stay here.

What, you think you're some amazing
estate agent, yeah? You're not.

You're a little pussy, all right?

Know that. I'm done.

- You do that all the time.
- Do what? What do I do? What do I do?

Just step away from the problem.

You are the problem, Hussein.

I think you should get ready for work.

I won't be here when
you get back. I'm done.

Cool.

Don't call me and don't come
back knocking on my door.

I ain't gonna call you.

You fucking always do.

[toilet flushes]

[instrumental "Strangers
in the Night" playing]

Bon voyage.

[toothbrush whirring]

Oh, man!

What the fuck is that?

Ugh!

[Sonny] So, what are you telling me?

You've got a ghost?

A ghost who shits.

Well, how else do you explain it then, man?

I don't know. I think your
bra is too tight or something.

I don't wear a bra.

I'm telling you, it was all her.

I hear you.

But you didn't see the size of...

what I saw.

It was a man's work, you know.

Like a builder's work.
Know what I'm saying?

Yeah, that's exactly what I said, bruv.

You fucking dodged a
bullet with that one, mate.

I told her. I actually told her...

I laid down the plan.

She was crying. Tears
running down her eyes.

- Yeah?
- You know...

"No, what? No, Hussein, don't do this.

- We can still be together."
- [mumbling]

- Hmm.
- "Let's stay friends."

Stay friends!

- "I'll change." Fuck off!
- Fuck that.

I got my life back now, innit?

I'm a free man.

- With the girls.
- Yeah, you're right.

Yeah. You're right.

And all you need to do now
is to stop looking like shit.

[lively music playing]

[electric toothbrush whirring]

[blows nose]

[coughs]

[sniffs]

[phone ringing]

[coughing]

Hello, Gerry.

Yeah, mate. Um...

Yeah, no, I'm not good, man.

Listen, I've been meaning to ring you, man.

Yeah, I'm iller than a
motherfucker right now, mate.

[coughs]

Yeah, I can send you the schedule.

Hm...

Mmh, mmh...

[doorbell ringing]

But I never even ordered one of these, man.

Yeah, well, I dunno. Must be
a gift or something, innit?

- A gift?
- Yeah.

Who gets a freezer as a gift, mate?

That's not our problem, is it?

Look, if you don't want it, fair enough.

But if you want to have it taken back,

you're gonna have to
contact the depot yourself.

- What?
- Yeah, you shouldn't have signed for it if you didn't want it.

So immature, Mel.

Oh, for fuck's sake, man.

[Sonny] Hold on, what?

What the fuck are you talking
about? Quilted for softness.

Quilted for softness?

You asked me for tissue,
and I gave you tissue.

You're lucky I didn't
give you fucking sandpaper.

No, man, I know. I'm grateful.

Don't be grateful.

Be embarrassed.

Be ashamed.

Listen, you staying for a puff or what?

You what? What, share your joint?

- Yeah.
- [Sonny chuckles]

And catch your herpes. [laughs]

Bruv, I rather eat onions.

Look, I'm not doing
this bullshit again, man.

I'm a busy man, you know?

Yeah, I know you are but like I said,

it was an emergency, wasn't it?

- That why I needed you, bruv.
- Yeah.

But, you know, when you get
yourself back on your feet, yeah,

you owe me.

Yeah. I'm starting to get better anyway.

Look, I'm going to give
you some advice, yeah?

You're gonna listen?

Look up at the stars...

and not at your feet.

And try to make sense

of what you see...

and wonder...

what really makes this universe exist.

Be curious.

Yeah, yeah. You're right, man.

I need to be more.

What the fuck is that, anyway?

That.

That's a freezer.

[whistling to tune of
"Strangers In The Night"]

♪ Strangers in the night ♪

♪ Exchanging glances ♪

♪ Wondering in the night ♪

♪ What were the chances ♪

♪ La-la-la da-da ♪

♪ La-la da-da ♪

♪ La-da ♪

♪ Something in your eyes ♪

♪ Was so exciting ♪

♪ Something in your smile ♪

♪ Was so inviting ♪

♪ La da-da-da-da ♪

Come on, Mel. Just answer your phone, man.

Please.

I just wanna talk to you.

♪ La-la-la da-da ♪

♪ La-la-da-da ♪

Ring me back when you can, yeah?

I miss you.

[continues humming]

[snoring softly]

What the fuck?

I need one as soon as possible.

Yeah, um, preferably today.

Yeah. No, sorry, it's
an emergency, you see?

One second.

All right, Gerry, mate.

Look, I can't really talk right now, man.

I'm a bit busy.

What?

Hold on a minute.

What are you talking about?

I sent you the full schedule yesterday.

Warning? You're gonna give me a warning?

No, cool. No, it's fine, Gerry.

It's all right. Go on,
give me a warning, innit?

'Cause I let you know, yeah?

That warning ain't gonna be
as bad as chemotherapy, is it?

No, and just in case you wondered

it's terminal as well.

So, sorry if I got some other
things on my mind, mate, yeah?

Fucking prick.

[man on TV] A million and 50.

- [doorbell rings]
- A million and 10.

A million and 20.

[Hussein] Gerry.

What are you doing here?

What is that?

It's a cock.

- It is disgusting.
- Yeah, I know.

- Are you sure it's not yours?
- It's not mine.

But why are you looking at me like that?

It certainly ain't mine.

Have you seen it?

It's white.

Whose cock is it then?

How the fuck am I meant
to know whose cock that is?

It was sent from your phone. They all were.

Well, my phone must have got nicked then.

I spoke to you this morning.

Yeah, and it must have
been in the afternoon.

After I came out of the doctor's.

That's it. My phone got
nicked in the afternoon,

and they got sent.

Why? When... when were they sent to you?

- This afternoon.
- Hah! There we go.

Makes sense, don't it?

[phone ringing]

Oh dear. What is that?

[phone continues ringing]

Look, Gerry, man...

- I swear, I didn't mean to lie.
- Save it.

You're fired.

Effective immediately.

- No, you can't do that.
- I just did.

[water running]

[water running]

[water running]

You better not be lying this time,

or I swear to God.

Yeah, well, of course I'm gonna ask you.

You're the only person who
had access to my wallet.

So it wasn't you

who ordered this massive freezer

that just sitting in my
living room right now?

[man] So, Mr. Hussein,

new lock, bolts, and chain.

You can't really do much more than that.

Safe as houses, as they say.

[coughing]

Go on, then.

Sh-show your face.

Fucking prick.

[bottles clinking]

What the fuck?

[muttering]

"According to the law in London,

you may sit down for the night,

but the police must move you on

if they see you asleep."

Hey, how's it going?

My friends.

[speaking Spanish]

[sobbing]

Yes, Mum, I've eaten.

I had, like, a pepperoni pizza before.

No.

I don't know whose it is.

I'm being serious.

Wh... Why are you asking me anyway?
Like you haven't seen my willy before.

No.

Th-That's not me trying
to show you that I'm gay.

Mum.

It... [sighs]

The willy was not even circumcised.

So why... I don't understand why
you would even think it's mine.

Have you seen the color of it?

It looks like a fucking fish finger.

[coughing]

[pills rattle]

I guess it's just us guys now, innit?

Guess we gotta look after each other.

[sniffles]

[moans]

[Hussein coughs]

[announcer on TV speaking indistinctly]

You fucking idiot.

[gasps]

[panting]

Never a lender or borrower be!

You used to say it all the time.

Look, I know we're a working family,

and...

this isn't me trying to get you and Dad

to pay for my mortgage.

That's not what I'm asking.

I just wanted to see if he was able

to lend me a couple hundred
quid until the end of...

No, I know.

There is not a lot out there, Mum, but...

I'm gonna try it.

I hope to find one.

Pretty confident I can.

Just gotta look up at the
stars and not down at my feet,

I guess.

[doorbell rings]

[Sonny] What's the matter
with you? Can't say hello?

[door closes]

What the bumboclaat?

Holy shit!

Bruv, what's going on? What's the matter?

[coughing]

- Are you all right, bruv?
- [Hussein clears throat]

Looks like a fucking crack den in here.

Bruv...

just give me my weed and fuck off, innit?

Oh, so, it's like that, yeah?

You know what, take
your fucking weed, yeah?

[breathing heavily]

[Hussein moans]

Hola!

Holy fuck!

What the fuck? What are
you doing in my house?

- Fuck you!
- [fluttering]

You didn't give me anywhere else to go.

Who the fuck are you?

Mister Flash Bastard!

Mister Wheeler Dealer!

Fucking crazy-boy!

Get out of my fucking house!

Come on. Make your fucking move!

I'll snap your fucking neck.

Oh, please, man, please.

We can sort something out.
We don't have to do this.

I got some cash. I can give you some money.

[laughing] Money. Of course.

Money? Fuck you!

Sit down!

[exhales]

Probably don't remember my girlfriend.

Well...

she lost her baby.

She lost the baby, anyway.

And I lost her.

Court. [chuckles]

[Orlan sniffles]

I lost both, both of them.

They do say it's stressful...

losing your home.

Man, I was just doing my job.

They tell us to do that stuff.

Wait it out for the highest offer.

'Cause I'm a victim of it
just as much as you are.

H-Hey now, come on.

Hey, now, you ain't gonna do this, man!

[bottles clinking]

♪ City bird, city bird ♪

[electric razor whirring]

♪ Fly away from my window ♪

♪ From my window ♪

♪ 'Cause you don't sing ♪

♪ Like the birds from home sing ♪

♪ Your song is dying ♪

♪ I set the table for
the ghosts in my home ♪

♪ My home ♪

♪ And pour the wine and raise a glass ♪

♪ For the guests in my home ♪

♪ They're entering in their
skin and in their bones ♪

♪ Still in their bones ♪

♪ The vision scares but none compares ♪

♪ To the dread of drinking alone ♪

♪ After the tower's turned ♪

♪ To a tomb ♪

♪ The underworld ♪

Goodbye, my friends.

♪ Refugees all were
refused by the banker ♪

♪ They could never go in ♪

♪ So I let them in ♪

♪ I light the candle ♪

♪ For the ghosts in my home ♪

♪ My home ♪

♪ And say a prayer
to please send care ♪

♪ For the guests in my home ♪

♪ But in their sleep
they claw and scream ♪

♪ The devil home ♪

♪ The devil's come home ♪

♪ But that nightmare does not compare ♪

♪ To the demons in sleeping alone ♪

♪ After the tower is turned ♪

- ♪ To a tomb ♪
- [cooing]

♪ The underworld refugees all... ♪

[Hussein] Hello, Mum.

Yeah, listen to me, yeah?
Listen to me carefully.

I need your help.

- Can you get Imran please?
- [pigeons cooing]

Tell him to come to my house... ASAP.

Yeah. No, it's an emergency.

I-I'm...

Basically, some old, crazy man

has stuck me in a freezer.

It's in the hallway. Why
does that even matter?

Yeah, can you just tell him to come quick.

Yeah, I'll explain more la... [smacks lips]

No.

This has not got nothing to do with sex.

Yes, Mum.

Hello? Hello?

Mum? Mum?

Mum? [crying]

[footsteps]

As far back as I can remember,

I always wanted to be an estate agent.

[chuckles]

All right, calm down.

That was a little lie.

A fake statement.

I got no qualifications, no experience,

no license, nor training.

I answered an ad in a job site saying

"Spineless and love negotiating?"

At least I'm not like them

"Home Under the Hammer" spanners.

Once the property is completed, I advise

shut the fuck up, you bunch of wankers.

I spray a can of Brut over
my 60 percent polyester suit.

I spit shine my shoes.

"Yes, Mrs. Brown. I'll
meet you outside at noon."

See, to my face, people call me Hussein.

Behind my back, "Saddam, pak rat, Taliban."

Some even think Gandhi's my name.

I know I'm not Indian.

But we're still all the same.

This race-based hate can raise
the strain and take the piss.

You think I'm a cabbie?

A corner shop Ali, serving curry?

[laughing]

As if. I'm an estate agent. A great agent.

I make payments. And if there's a
new space vacant, I'm chain breaking.

I could give a fuck if I sold
you a lame, stained basement.

I mean, you viewed it, right?

[chuckles]

I remember this one
story about this one don.

I think his name was John.

He put a house on the offer, for a mansion.

Oh! I thought the lot was on.

But my commission was rotten.

He wanted this place so bad.

I decided to bend and break.

"Yeah, mate, I'll ring the
vendor, and I'll negotiate."

[laughs] That's how I fucked him over.

And that's the money
that paid for my holiday.

So what if a client
outbid himself in the end?

We're not relatives, acquaintances,

or personal friends.

The more you zoom in...

the less we all count.

It's like we're all
rats, ants, and parasites.

All crawling around.

It's a vicious cycle.

We signed our lives to a trap.

They say, karma can't harm ya...

if it can't catch up.

So run fast towards the darkness

in hope... not trust.

Subtitles by explosiveskull

[footsteps fading]