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- Come we get him, then.

F*** round him

and knock him out.

Hey, man! Hey, pussyhole!

- Get the f*** up.

- F*** up!

Get the f*** up! Stand up!

- I wanna see him.

- F***ing do it, man.

F***!

- That's not him, man.

- What?

It's not f***ing him.

- F***!

- Might as well jack him.

- F***ing come here.

- Come on!

Shut up!

Shut up. What? Shut up. Sing.

- You deaf, pussyhole?

- F***ing sing.

- # Let me go

- F***ing d*ckhead. Get out of here, man.

I thought you knew

what the bre looks like.

I do, man.

I just made a mistake, innit.

It's Henry.

Hello?

What, blood?

That was his mum.

- He's not dead, he's just unconscious.

- So are we still gonna do this, or what?

Yeah, come.

Come in. We can have a fat spliff,

just cotch for a bit.

It's small. Hope it don't

remind you of jail too much.

- You want a drink?

- Yeah. What you got?

Um... water.

M-might have some Um Bongo

in the cupboard.

What's that?

Exzoryapan. It's, like, a...

It's an antidepressant... thing.

I get...

So what you doing tomorrow, like?

Why? That your way

of asking me to do something?

No, man. I was just...

No. I was just asking.

I never do nothing no more.

Get up, go to work, come home.

I spent six and half years

wishing I could do something

and you don't know

what you're doing tomorrow.

So what you doing?

- Something, man. Anything.

- Exactly. You don't know.

Well, what do you like doing?

I draw designs sometimes...

It doesn't matter. It's stupid.

You know what? You're the first bre

that asked me what I like to do in years.

- So where exactly is Becky, then?

- I don't know. She just up and left.

Got home four weeks ago - gone.

I ain't seen or heard from her since.

- You don't seem that bothered.

- No, I'm not.

- I've missed this, man.

- What?

Just cotching at a girl's yard, like. Just

little things, like going cinema and that.

- Sh*t... Oh, sorry.

- Oh, f***!

Nah, it's all right.

Come here.

Come here.

Oi, Moons!

- What you saying, fam? You cool?

- No, I'm not cool. I'm vexed.

I thought I see him on the train, innit?

I swear I'm going mad, blood.

I wanted to spark him,

then I thought, "Let me calm down."

Let me come get you and let's do this

together, blood, like it should be done.

I got some little youts

looking for him as well.

- Which way we going, man? It's that way.

- Relax. Come in for a chat.

We ain't got time for no chat!

We need to go get him now.

- Hey!

- Shut up, you waste man!

You're all butters anyway!

B*tch!

Relax, Jay, man.

Hey, blood.

What you wearing, man?

You look like a f***ing batty man, blood.

This better be for some uni project.

Jay... this is my girl Kayla.

Rah, blood!

So I don't see you in a couple of months,

yeah, and you got yourself a girl, blood?

Babe, check they didn't put no onions in it.

You know how you get.

- Are we gonna go get him or what?

- What exactly is going on?

- Robert ain't really filled me in.

- "Robert"?

All right. Basically, yeah.

This guy...

that killed our best friend...

just come out of jail, innit?

- And I want us to go get him back.

- And do what?

Blood, what's this girl on?

What you think?

- I'm not on it, bruv.

- What you talking about?

- I'm talking about Sam.

- He said he's not interested.

You speak for him now? Go suck out.

Who's talking to you anyway?

I don't know who you think you're talking

to, but you don't speak to me like that.

- Seckle yourself. Moony, tell your girl.

- Tell me what?

Listen, this ain't a dictatorship, "blood",

this is a relationship.

I'm a 22-year-old woman

who's studying law.

He does not tell me nothing.

We discuss things together, yeah.

Maybe if you was a man instead of a yout

in a man's body you would know that.

Hey, blood, I will spark your girl...

- Jay, don't chat...

- Don't speak for me.

Listen. On Earth, where I'm from, men are

supposed to treat women with respect.

If you ain't gonna chat to me with respect,

have your conversation away from me.

Move!

- What you looking at?

- You!

- Don't look at me, man.

- Come on, man! Just jam, man.

Jay, what's your problem, man?

- F***... Get off me!

- What the f*** is wrong with you?

- You know what? F*** this.

- Wait, wait. I will, I swear. Please. F***...

Just... Sam, give me a minute.

You all right, like?

So what you act like tings

is gonna run for then back out?

It's just...

It's been a while. You get me?

Why you let it get so far, then?

It's been time for me as well, innit?

It's weird.

When I was, like, 15,

all I wanted to do was get older.

And now I am.

I can do anything I want.

I can drink...

vote...

f***... drive...

I'm legally an adult.

But I've realised two things.

One...

I would do anything

to go get them years back.

Two...

I never felt more alone.

I've never felt more like a kid

in my whole life.

D'you get me?

Yeah.

How you let her chat to me like that, man?

What? Are you some kind of p*ssy?

- The only p*ssy is you.

- F***ing...

- Relax, Jay, man.

- I'll take you on, bruv.

Listen, Jay, I don't think

this is a good idea, you know.

Come on, blood.

Have you forgotten what my man did?

What he took from us, blood?

He killed Trife! He took everything!

- What happened to your arm?

- Nothing.

- Why you fight them girls earlier?

- It was something about one of their men.

It was nothing to do with me,

it was to do with Becky, but...

when you hang around with a girl

that's notorious for f***ing everyone...

That's why you're here, innit?

Cos you thought,

"I'm gonna f*** the white girl."

"And she'll be easy too,

like her cousin."

He made our lives hell, blood!

For f***ing years!

Then he came to that party, blood,

with a bat, and he killed our boy!

If you'd have jumped in,

it wouldn't have happened, would it?

So you have to help me!

And yeah, you know what, I had a few

when I was younger, but so what?

Trouble is, once everyone's f***ed you,

your bargaining tools is used up.

You ain't got nothing left to offer.

Cos if you'd done something

when you had the chance,

Trife would have still been here today!

- Come we kick, fam.

- Robert!

Yeah, come we go, blood.

You know what?

I ain't got nothing.

I got no man.

No mates.

I got no loyalties to no one.

No one's got none for me.

- Lock that girl off, man!

- D'you know where he is, fam?

Yeah. I know exactly where he is.

So what happened to you?

What? Why does something

have to have happened?

It takes something f***ed-up to happen to

us for us to realise how big we f***ed up.

All right.

Fine.

You wanna know? Cool.

A year and a half ago.

Seven men.

Three hours.

They took turns.

Three hours.

They f***ing put things in me.

They raped me.

And they got away with it.

Cos we'd gone there,

to the gym, after hours,

to meet this instructor and his mate.

She didn't tell me

there was gonna be seven mates.

She went off with her one,

left me with the rest.

My dad had to sit in court and hear all the

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