Top Boy (2011–…): Season 3, Episode 2 - Building Bridges - full transcript
- 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 trainers.
Mr Bennett, one on!
Yeah, some bread, please, mate.
Cheers.
Yo, 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 doing?
-What does it look like?
-Come on, man.
Just relax, do it outside 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 talking to, you know.
-John, sort me--
- What's going on?
-The fuck you doing?
-Ready to go down to chokey?
-You fucking mad?
Spend some time on their own?
Get your breakfast
and get back to your cells.
Fucking serious, Modie?
Calm down.
Or what?
Sayer ya nah. Big sayer, nah?
Some more beans, yeah?
Keep it up, Sullivan. You might think
you're getting 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.
For 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?
Nothing. 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.
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
lying to me right now, Aaron.
- All right man, I'm sorry.
-Why'd you take it?
-Look, I said I'm sorry, man.
-Shut up. I said why?
Some girl at uni, innit?
Fam, 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 don't have any money on me.
-Where is it?
-I just--
-Where the fuck's the money?
All right.
Listen, don't go in my room.
-I won't.
-D'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.
Ats, you done your homework?
Of course.
-You packed your bag?
-Yep.
Good boy.
Ah...
Who's knocking at the door this early?
Hello, what's your name?
Mum...
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.
Yes?
May we come in?
Come on, come on. Go.
-Bye-bye.
-Bye.
What's this all about,
if you don't mind me asking?
It would be easier
if we could discuss it inside, madam.
Okay.
We have reason to believe you do not have
the legal right to be in this country.
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.
Okay.
Okay.
We're done for now.
We'll be back in touch.
Mm-hmm.
We'll see ourselves out,
thank you.
-Shut up, fam. What a waste.
Talking about mum jokes and that.
-Boo!
Why you always bringing
that fucking dog, cuz?
Waiting for this guy for a time.
What you saying?
I'm calm, what you saying?
You look happy, bruv.
Me and Kit laid out the Turks, innit?
- What?
- The Turks.
You laid out the fucking Turks?
-Fuck, cuz.
-My guy!
-Who the fuck told you to do that?
-I did.
-What's Modie gonna say?
-I don't know 'cause Modie's in jail.
Is that even fucking clever, bruv?
Where the fuck
do we get our food now?
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 Ps,
which we ain't done in a long time.
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.
He's emotional, fam.
Yo, money affi make.
-It's easy.
-True dat. Come on, man.
But listen,
I'mma go chat to the man, sort him out.
-Do that, man. Love.
-Catch you.
Nah, man,
I'm too grown for all of that.
Them guys that go to these raves
ain't got no behaviour.
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!
Dem man that go to these raves,
Lauryn, ain't got no bread.
They're in there every weekend,
stunting 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.
I'm busy working all weekend anyway,
and I ain't got a babysitter.
Oh, come on.
Stop slamming the door, man.
Wah gwaan.
Hi, Jaq.
-What you saying? You all right, yeah?
-Shelley don't wanna talk to you.
-Where's Mum?
- Out.
-When's she back?
-The fuck should I know?
My girl thinks she's a player,
you know.
All right, you're all done.
-Wah gwaan.
-What's good?
-What are they doing here?
-What do you think, man? Nails.
Girl, this shit looks pift!
Take a photo of me.
Nah, girls are gonna shit.
I look like Cardi fucking B!
Where is it?
-What, you want it now?
-What'd you think I come here for?
Wah gwaan, Dris. You all right?
Mm.
Look, I'm telling you,
Shelley, man.
It'll 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?
Fam, fuck!
In a bit, yeah?
He used to be fit
before that thing happened, you know.
Man had a stroke, fam, last year.
Yeah.
They're all jumpy 'cause of what happened
to them Turkish gangsters up in Tottenham.
Mm-mm.
Yeah, B, I'm gonna be looking
like the one, you know.
Cheers, man. See you.
Sorry.
-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?
Bro, any chance I can get my coffee, yeah?
There you go.
Thank you very much.
Sorry.
Out of the way, man.
Move out of the way.
-Is Pat there?
- Shelley, who's that?
Shh.
-What d'you mean, 'who's that'?
You need me to tell you who it is, yeah?
I don't believe my eyes.
Let me take off my jacket.
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.
Yeah?
So have you.
Don't talk like that to your mother.
I have diabetes type two,
what's your excuse?
Rum.
Oh, did you meet Shelley?
Yeah.
-Hi.
- 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.
No, no, no, it's cool. I can do that.
I still remember how.
Come on, let me see.
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?
Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
-There you go.
-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.
All right?
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.
Ah.
You're doing a good job.
Well, she's a very special lady.
Cool.
-I'll see you later, yeah?
-Take care.
This is dank.
-Oh, my God.
How do you like the shower?
It looks good still.
Smells good too.
I like my things nice and clean.
Sorry I'm late.
My 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?
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.
We can handle it.
-But, fam, 15 kilos?
How we gonna move that?
Set up a meeting with Cam, innit.
Somewhere neutral.
A-Road? Are you insane, cuz?
G, Cam got his food off the Turks, nah?
So he's gonna be like everyone else,
gonna be dry.
-Bro, man. Use your head, man!
-Gonna be dry!
If you go to Cam
saying we have a supplier,
you know what's gonna happen, right?
He'll do to us what we done to the Turks.
And it'll be him and Lizzie
squeezin' into that bathroom.
I saw that. You know I got eyes
on 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 unstable, anyting--
Bro, opportunities like this
come once in a fucking lifetime.
It's either we take it now, or we spend
the rest of our life living in regret.
Come on, bro, man.
Money season, B.
Yo, square it, square it!
Here, baby.
Can you open that for me?
Trust me, you're gonna
love this ting. Fiver.
-What?
-Oh, my G-- What are you doin'--
Crackhead. What you man doing?
-What does it look like to you?
-Nah, nah, nah.
You man are fucking violating.
Take your shit out of my cell, man.
-Get the fuck out of my cell, man.
-Do you know who you're fucking with, G?
Yo, wah gwaan, G.
- Pussy.
- Yeah, what you saying?
- Aight, 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--
- Hey.
Sully, how can I help you, fam?
You're looking mad stressed,
veins all bursting out
the side of your head and that.
I've got a warm 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. Stand up.
-What are you going to do?
What are you going to do?
Huh?
Sully, don't tell me
because you're getting 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.
Get your fucking guys
out of my cell, blud.
Ooh!
Sully!
Summerhouse Sully!
You ain't going nowhere on Friday!
Fuckin' pussy.
Yo, fam.
-You good?
-Mm-hmm.
What happened to your arm, cuz?
I had a stroke, fam.
A stroke?
That's an old man thing, no, innit?
Too many balloons, bro.
You were doing NOS, yeah?
What, you think that's bad?
Been lower than that, bruv.
These days, it's dead, it's hard.
Hard to make Ps out here.
Safe.
Anyway, that there's a old man ting.
-Getting your dad's body now, yeah?
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...
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 getting hard
to make a living out here.
Who do 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 getting 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.
Where is man's stall?
The yard-food shop ting
that was there before.
-Right there.
-Yeah, there, innit?
Yeah.
What's goin' on?
Wah gwaan.
What you saying?
- Wah gwaan.
-You know who this is?
-What you saying, fam?
- This is Dushane.
Dushane was top G in Summerhouse.
Stand up, man.
So what, did you bring
any food for us then, top G?
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 sell you food,
take a good look at that person.
He's the one that duppied the Turks.
Mm.
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?
If he's such a bad man, where's he been?
Goes for a minute, try look pon me so.
What?
Excuse me, can I have
a look at these watches, please?
Yeah, what kind of look are you after?
Uh, kind of look that would
make me look good.
Um, what about this one?
Thanks.
What do you think?
-I think it suits you.
-Yeah? Does it make me look good though?
Yeah.
Let me try that one.
What's your name?
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.
-What you saying?
-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 not 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?
I'm running the Fields now.
What, the mandem letting youse
run tings now, yeah?
That what's happening?
That what's happening?
Hmm?
-So what happened to Leyton?
-Leyton's cool, man.
He's just gone to see some family
or somethin' like that.
Yeah. So w-what do you want?
Man's got high grade for sale.
I've got white and B-dose.
-What are you saying?
-I'm saying where you getting this from?
That's my business.
Yeah? Well, how much?
-The white is 40 grand a kilo.
-Forty?
Allow them prices there, fam.
Think you're tough
and them tings, brother?
Can't come to them prices
with blood money.
Listen, cut that up. You know you're
making five times that much, brother.
Hear me, brother?
Source better have
bloodclaat good protection.
Anything happens to the source
that can happen to the Turks,
then mine's high and dry, rude boy,
you hear?
Brother, do you want the food or not?
Fam, hear what? Hear what?
Me and you should share this.
We'll start with you
having better protection.
Brother, this ain't about
no sharing, like.
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 everything good?
Everything's cool, man.
Listen, I'm gonna go back
to that shop, innit?
-Shout when you get to yard, yeah?
-Blud, you sure?
Bro, man is good, you get it? Love, man.
-Aight, shout me.
-Wah gwaan.
What you saying, 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 an 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.
Are 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.
Look, that's my number, innit?
Call me, text me, whatever.
-And I'll take this one.
-Cool.
I just want to see
a bit of improvement, maybe,
in concentration in class next term.
But apart from that, I think that
you're progressing rather well, actually.
Just like his dad.
Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you too, take care.
- Put your phone away, man.
-I'm just texting Aaron, bruv.
Forget him, it's our turn.
Take a seat.
Hi, I'm Ms Griffiths. 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.
- Do you enjoy history?
-No.
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.
Organisation is two.
Concentration is three, behaviour three.
So he's doing good?
-There's room for improvement.
-All right.
Well, 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
personalising history for them.
Is that okay?
Can I not do it?
Nah, bruv. You can do it.
-Excellent.
-Yeah?
-Well, nice to meet you. Take care.
-Thank you very much. Nice to meet you.
-See you tomorrow, Stefan.
- All right, who's next?
Mr Evans. He don't like me.
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.
- Okay, see you tomorrow.
-Bye.
-Are you okay?
-Yeah.
-Hey.
-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?
-Please be safe, yeah? See you later.
-Thank you.
Hold it there.
Hi, are you a relative?
-Brother.
-Ah, okay.
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 looking at the scores here
you've given, they ain't very good.
Well, I'm afraid Stefan
isn't putting in the effort.
How come? 'Cause all the other teachers
are giving him higher 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?
Erm...
Well, maybe we could look at
some of Stefan's marks again.
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.
Yeah.
So we come here to this garden,
sat on this bench.
Was looking 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?'
Mum said, 'He was born this morning.'
The lady started busting at us,
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.
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?
-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.
Hold it.
Everything cool though, yeah?
Yeah, man.
Everything's crystal.
Love, yeah?
Mm.
-Safe, yeah?
-Love. Get home safe.
Amma.
Hello.
Have you had contact
with Immigration Service recently?
I...
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.
I am so sorry.
-Relax.
- Is that it?
Chill, play the game.
Piss me off, swear to God.
Bow, miss a goal.
Bow, you're dead.
Bro, hurry up,
I can see the card already.
Yo, stop watching my cards, fam.
-What you chatting about?
-Hurry up, bro.
Yes.
-Here we go, bruv. Here we go, bruv.
-Come on, blud. Why're you so quiet?
Lock up! Lock up!
Bro, I don't bang judge, judge bangs me.
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!
Oi!
-Shh!
Fucking pussy, now.
-Fuck!
Everybody, in your cells.
Move! Move, move, move!
Get in your cells now, gentlemen, come on!
Hey! What the fuck you doing?
Lock on! Lock on!
I ain't done shit.
You're okay.
We'll get you sorted out.
-Okay, you're okay.
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 talking 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 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 something so stupid
that's gonna stop me getting out? Hmm?
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 here.
You ain't writing 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 here,
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.
-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' here?
You'll be informed of
Adjudication's decision tomorrow morning.
I can go?
Yo, what you saying?
Jump in, let's go, man.
I'm not getting in that car.
But these are my friends, they're cool.
Don't worry about nothin'.
Jump in. We're gonna go
to a club or something.
I'm not getting in that car
with your friends.
- She knows she cold outside.
- She ain't getting in the car.
Listen, you man, she wants you lot
to jump out the car.
-I'm begging youse do that for me.
-Wait, what?
Brother, she don't want
your ugly face in the car, just jump out.
You too, Si, man.
Just do that for me, please.
-Is that cool?
-All right, bruv.
-Say nothin', say nothin'.
-These two are jumping out.
Listen, bro, she ain't
even trying to hear it, you know?
You're joking, innit?
Come on, man, yeah?
Do that for me, bro.
Listen, it's just me now.
What, you gonna jump in?
You should get in the car, man.
He's a genuine guy, you know.
Blud, you owe me one.
You best be doing something, man.
Aight, Jamie is sick.
Who's that?
-What? Oh, shit!
Fuckin'--
Oh, shit!
- What the fuck?
- Who's that? Who's that?
Fuck! Who was that?
Who the fuck was that though?
Fuck!
Fuck them!
Good morning.
Good morning.
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.
If your friends and family
know you've made progress in prison,
-particularly in terms of addressing--
-Bro.
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.
It's £46.
-You can count it if you like.
-Actually will.
-What you saying?
-Yeah.
Come on, man.
-You good?
-Yeah, man. I'm good, how are you?
-I'm all right.
-Good. Good, man.
Looking big.
Look at yourself, man.
What you saying, how was it?
Fucking shit.
Better not argue with anything
while you're on my wing.
Do you understand?
I don't take any shit from new trainers.
Mr Bennett, one on!
Yeah, some bread, please, mate.
Cheers.
Yo, 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 doing?
-What does it look like?
-Come on, man.
Just relax, do it outside 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 talking to, you know.
-John, sort me--
- What's going on?
-The fuck you doing?
-Ready to go down to chokey?
-You fucking mad?
Spend some time on their own?
Get your breakfast
and get back to your cells.
Fucking serious, Modie?
Calm down.
Or what?
Sayer ya nah. Big sayer, nah?
Some more beans, yeah?
Keep it up, Sullivan. You might think
you're getting 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.
For 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?
Nothing. 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.
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
lying to me right now, Aaron.
- All right man, I'm sorry.
-Why'd you take it?
-Look, I said I'm sorry, man.
-Shut up. I said why?
Some girl at uni, innit?
Fam, 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 don't have any money on me.
-Where is it?
-I just--
-Where the fuck's the money?
All right.
Listen, don't go in my room.
-I won't.
-D'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.
Ats, you done your homework?
Of course.
-You packed your bag?
-Yep.
Good boy.
Ah...
Who's knocking at the door this early?
Hello, what's your name?
Mum...
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.
Yes?
May we come in?
Come on, come on. Go.
-Bye-bye.
-Bye.
What's this all about,
if you don't mind me asking?
It would be easier
if we could discuss it inside, madam.
Okay.
We have reason to believe you do not have
the legal right to be in this country.
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.
Okay.
Okay.
We're done for now.
We'll be back in touch.
Mm-hmm.
We'll see ourselves out,
thank you.
-Shut up, fam. What a waste.
Talking about mum jokes and that.
-Boo!
Why you always bringing
that fucking dog, cuz?
Waiting for this guy for a time.
What you saying?
I'm calm, what you saying?
You look happy, bruv.
Me and Kit laid out the Turks, innit?
- What?
- The Turks.
You laid out the fucking Turks?
-Fuck, cuz.
-My guy!
-Who the fuck told you to do that?
-I did.
-What's Modie gonna say?
-I don't know 'cause Modie's in jail.
Is that even fucking clever, bruv?
Where the fuck
do we get our food now?
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 Ps,
which we ain't done in a long time.
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.
He's emotional, fam.
Yo, money affi make.
-It's easy.
-True dat. Come on, man.
But listen,
I'mma go chat to the man, sort him out.
-Do that, man. Love.
-Catch you.
Nah, man,
I'm too grown for all of that.
Them guys that go to these raves
ain't got no behaviour.
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!
Dem man that go to these raves,
Lauryn, ain't got no bread.
They're in there every weekend,
stunting 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.
I'm busy working all weekend anyway,
and I ain't got a babysitter.
Oh, come on.
Stop slamming the door, man.
Wah gwaan.
Hi, Jaq.
-What you saying? You all right, yeah?
-Shelley don't wanna talk to you.
-Where's Mum?
- Out.
-When's she back?
-The fuck should I know?
My girl thinks she's a player,
you know.
All right, you're all done.
-Wah gwaan.
-What's good?
-What are they doing here?
-What do you think, man? Nails.
Girl, this shit looks pift!
Take a photo of me.
Nah, girls are gonna shit.
I look like Cardi fucking B!
Where is it?
-What, you want it now?
-What'd you think I come here for?
Wah gwaan, Dris. You all right?
Mm.
Look, I'm telling you,
Shelley, man.
It'll 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?
Fam, fuck!
In a bit, yeah?
He used to be fit
before that thing happened, you know.
Man had a stroke, fam, last year.
Yeah.
They're all jumpy 'cause of what happened
to them Turkish gangsters up in Tottenham.
Mm-mm.
Yeah, B, I'm gonna be looking
like the one, you know.
Cheers, man. See you.
Sorry.
-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?
Bro, any chance I can get my coffee, yeah?
There you go.
Thank you very much.
Sorry.
Out of the way, man.
Move out of the way.
-Is Pat there?
- Shelley, who's that?
Shh.
-What d'you mean, 'who's that'?
You need me to tell you who it is, yeah?
I don't believe my eyes.
Let me take off my jacket.
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.
Yeah?
So have you.
Don't talk like that to your mother.
I have diabetes type two,
what's your excuse?
Rum.
Oh, did you meet Shelley?
Yeah.
-Hi.
- 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.
No, no, no, it's cool. I can do that.
I still remember how.
Come on, let me see.
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?
Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
-There you go.
-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.
All right?
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.
Ah.
You're doing a good job.
Well, she's a very special lady.
Cool.
-I'll see you later, yeah?
-Take care.
This is dank.
-Oh, my God.
How do you like the shower?
It looks good still.
Smells good too.
I like my things nice and clean.
Sorry I'm late.
My 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?
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.
We can handle it.
-But, fam, 15 kilos?
How we gonna move that?
Set up a meeting with Cam, innit.
Somewhere neutral.
A-Road? Are you insane, cuz?
G, Cam got his food off the Turks, nah?
So he's gonna be like everyone else,
gonna be dry.
-Bro, man. Use your head, man!
-Gonna be dry!
If you go to Cam
saying we have a supplier,
you know what's gonna happen, right?
He'll do to us what we done to the Turks.
And it'll be him and Lizzie
squeezin' into that bathroom.
I saw that. You know I got eyes
on 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 unstable, anyting--
Bro, opportunities like this
come once in a fucking lifetime.
It's either we take it now, or we spend
the rest of our life living in regret.
Come on, bro, man.
Money season, B.
Yo, square it, square it!
Here, baby.
Can you open that for me?
Trust me, you're gonna
love this ting. Fiver.
-What?
-Oh, my G-- What are you doin'--
Crackhead. What you man doing?
-What does it look like to you?
-Nah, nah, nah.
You man are fucking violating.
Take your shit out of my cell, man.
-Get the fuck out of my cell, man.
-Do you know who you're fucking with, G?
Yo, wah gwaan, G.
- Pussy.
- Yeah, what you saying?
- Aight, 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--
- Hey.
Sully, how can I help you, fam?
You're looking mad stressed,
veins all bursting out
the side of your head and that.
I've got a warm 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. Stand up.
-What are you going to do?
What are you going to do?
Huh?
Sully, don't tell me
because you're getting 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.
Get your fucking guys
out of my cell, blud.
Ooh!
Sully!
Summerhouse Sully!
You ain't going nowhere on Friday!
Fuckin' pussy.
Yo, fam.
-You good?
-Mm-hmm.
What happened to your arm, cuz?
I had a stroke, fam.
A stroke?
That's an old man thing, no, innit?
Too many balloons, bro.
You were doing NOS, yeah?
What, you think that's bad?
Been lower than that, bruv.
These days, it's dead, it's hard.
Hard to make Ps out here.
Safe.
Anyway, that there's a old man ting.
-Getting your dad's body now, yeah?
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...
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 getting hard
to make a living out here.
Who do 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 getting 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.
Where is man's stall?
The yard-food shop ting
that was there before.
-Right there.
-Yeah, there, innit?
Yeah.
What's goin' on?
Wah gwaan.
What you saying?
- Wah gwaan.
-You know who this is?
-What you saying, fam?
- This is Dushane.
Dushane was top G in Summerhouse.
Stand up, man.
So what, did you bring
any food for us then, top G?
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 sell you food,
take a good look at that person.
He's the one that duppied the Turks.
Mm.
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?
If he's such a bad man, where's he been?
Goes for a minute, try look pon me so.
What?
Excuse me, can I have
a look at these watches, please?
Yeah, what kind of look are you after?
Uh, kind of look that would
make me look good.
Um, what about this one?
Thanks.
What do you think?
-I think it suits you.
-Yeah? Does it make me look good though?
Yeah.
Let me try that one.
What's your name?
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.
-What you saying?
-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 not 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?
I'm running the Fields now.
What, the mandem letting youse
run tings now, yeah?
That what's happening?
That what's happening?
Hmm?
-So what happened to Leyton?
-Leyton's cool, man.
He's just gone to see some family
or somethin' like that.
Yeah. So w-what do you want?
Man's got high grade for sale.
I've got white and B-dose.
-What are you saying?
-I'm saying where you getting this from?
That's my business.
Yeah? Well, how much?
-The white is 40 grand a kilo.
-Forty?
Allow them prices there, fam.
Think you're tough
and them tings, brother?
Can't come to them prices
with blood money.
Listen, cut that up. You know you're
making five times that much, brother.
Hear me, brother?
Source better have
bloodclaat good protection.
Anything happens to the source
that can happen to the Turks,
then mine's high and dry, rude boy,
you hear?
Brother, do you want the food or not?
Fam, hear what? Hear what?
Me and you should share this.
We'll start with you
having better protection.
Brother, this ain't about
no sharing, like.
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 everything good?
Everything's cool, man.
Listen, I'm gonna go back
to that shop, innit?
-Shout when you get to yard, yeah?
-Blud, you sure?
Bro, man is good, you get it? Love, man.
-Aight, shout me.
-Wah gwaan.
What you saying, 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 an 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.
Are 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.
Look, that's my number, innit?
Call me, text me, whatever.
-And I'll take this one.
-Cool.
I just want to see
a bit of improvement, maybe,
in concentration in class next term.
But apart from that, I think that
you're progressing rather well, actually.
Just like his dad.
Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you too, take care.
- Put your phone away, man.
-I'm just texting Aaron, bruv.
Forget him, it's our turn.
Take a seat.
Hi, I'm Ms Griffiths. 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.
- Do you enjoy history?
-No.
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.
Organisation is two.
Concentration is three, behaviour three.
So he's doing good?
-There's room for improvement.
-All right.
Well, 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
personalising history for them.
Is that okay?
Can I not do it?
Nah, bruv. You can do it.
-Excellent.
-Yeah?
-Well, nice to meet you. Take care.
-Thank you very much. Nice to meet you.
-See you tomorrow, Stefan.
- All right, who's next?
Mr Evans. He don't like me.
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.
- Okay, see you tomorrow.
-Bye.
-Are you okay?
-Yeah.
-Hey.
-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?
-Please be safe, yeah? See you later.
-Thank you.
Hold it there.
Hi, are you a relative?
-Brother.
-Ah, okay.
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 looking at the scores here
you've given, they ain't very good.
Well, I'm afraid Stefan
isn't putting in the effort.
How come? 'Cause all the other teachers
are giving him higher 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?
Erm...
Well, maybe we could look at
some of Stefan's marks again.
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.
Yeah.
So we come here to this garden,
sat on this bench.
Was looking 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?'
Mum said, 'He was born this morning.'
The lady started busting at us,
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.
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?
-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.
Hold it.
Everything cool though, yeah?
Yeah, man.
Everything's crystal.
Love, yeah?
Mm.
-Safe, yeah?
-Love. Get home safe.
Amma.
Hello.
Have you had contact
with Immigration Service recently?
I...
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.
I am so sorry.
-Relax.
- Is that it?
Chill, play the game.
Piss me off, swear to God.
Bow, miss a goal.
Bow, you're dead.
Bro, hurry up,
I can see the card already.
Yo, stop watching my cards, fam.
-What you chatting about?
-Hurry up, bro.
Yes.
-Here we go, bruv. Here we go, bruv.
-Come on, blud. Why're you so quiet?
Lock up! Lock up!
Bro, I don't bang judge, judge bangs me.
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!
Oi!
-Shh!
Fucking pussy, now.
-Fuck!
Everybody, in your cells.
Move! Move, move, move!
Get in your cells now, gentlemen, come on!
Hey! What the fuck you doing?
Lock on! Lock on!
I ain't done shit.
You're okay.
We'll get you sorted out.
-Okay, you're okay.
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 talking 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 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 something so stupid
that's gonna stop me getting out? Hmm?
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 here.
You ain't writing 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 here,
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.
-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' here?
You'll be informed of
Adjudication's decision tomorrow morning.
I can go?
Yo, what you saying?
Jump in, let's go, man.
I'm not getting in that car.
But these are my friends, they're cool.
Don't worry about nothin'.
Jump in. We're gonna go
to a club or something.
I'm not getting in that car
with your friends.
- She knows she cold outside.
- She ain't getting in the car.
Listen, you man, she wants you lot
to jump out the car.
-I'm begging youse do that for me.
-Wait, what?
Brother, she don't want
your ugly face in the car, just jump out.
You too, Si, man.
Just do that for me, please.
-Is that cool?
-All right, bruv.
-Say nothin', say nothin'.
-These two are jumping out.
Listen, bro, she ain't
even trying to hear it, you know?
You're joking, innit?
Come on, man, yeah?
Do that for me, bro.
Listen, it's just me now.
What, you gonna jump in?
You should get in the car, man.
He's a genuine guy, you know.
Blud, you owe me one.
You best be doing something, man.
Aight, Jamie is sick.
Who's that?
-What? Oh, shit!
Fuckin'--
Oh, shit!
- What the fuck?
- Who's that? Who's that?
Fuck! Who was that?
Who the fuck was that though?
Fuck!
Fuck them!
Good morning.
Good morning.
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.
If your friends and family
know you've made progress in prison,
-particularly in terms of addressing--
-Bro.
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.
It's £46.
-You can count it if you like.
-Actually will.
-What you saying?
-Yeah.
Come on, man.
-You good?
-Yeah, man. I'm good, how are you?
-I'm all right.
-Good. Good, man.
Looking big.
Look at yourself, man.
What you saying, how was it?
Fucking shit.