Shank

"...farther intensifying population pressure.

"The Prime Mister speaking from Brussels today,

ordered more military reinforcements.

"And the royal spokesman for King William reported

that he won't be returning to his residence."

[Whistles]

Why you running for?

- Just rolling out my errand, to get me...

- Why you running though? What cool in it?

Whoa!

You trying to move to me? Relax.

Why you so shook?

You ain't slippin'.

We just want to talk to you, fam.

- Hold him down.

Junior:
Let go of me!

- Get off me!

- Take it from him!

Junior narrating:

The streets proper sticky deez days.

London, were everybody is in a squalor.

Everyday, you know it could be

you getting killed.

Still...

I wake up and that could be me, today.

Dis is how we live.

So you've gotta be prepared.

Gotta be good yoot, gotta know heads -

and get good plans.

Violence, only way to get

heard deez days.

Children hustlin. Children killin. Step on dem

toes, you gettin borad, gettin shanked.

Childhood, shee...

Dat died a long time ago.

F***in pigs. Never done nufnk for me and fam.

They dont support our community.

Man, f*** da support!

Dem rich man's, they privatizing community

support. Government mans sold it all up.

So we cant touch dem no more.

Slumsters stick to dem slums

and the rich keep to their safe, safes.

Government mans dont direct funds no more.

So we gotta take it for ourself.

Gotta be on dis ting,

cos if you aint -

if you aint one of us -

deem you're a victim.

Plain and simple.

Now they call me "Junior". I'm the getaway kid.

Always mac on my feet.

Ain't nobody catching me.

That's my brother "Rager".

Got enough love for him.

We don't know our dad,

but that made him strong, man.

Hope I grow up like Rager. He's da boss.

I want to be boss one day, too.

Pretty boy, "Sweet Boy". He's da ladies man.

Thinks he too buff. Sayings a lot of sh*t, saying

he's got enough Choongings in his life.

I just call him "Pomppadom".

Dat iz "Kickz".

"Kid Butt-Face", I call him.

He is suppose to be doing the drivin'.

But most of the time he's just busy

cleaning his f***ing Crepes.

"Craze" sez he's ex-army,

but da man's lying.

Maybe played "Call Of Duty 4". Eejat.

Made him a bit psycho, still.

Oh, and dat is Dutty.

Dutty is Dutty because he shitz everywhere.

He's just a dizzy puppy.

We don't go nowhere without him though.

Well, we're busy making cash. Just tryin' to

make a livin'. Busy on the paper chase.

Dat why we call ourselves da "Paper Chaserz".

Me and Rager. Our mom died when I was ten.

He promised he would always look after me.

He waz always smart. Even back then,

he was running with the man.

Very violent men they were.

But he got out.

He knew the only way to survive since the

country went to sh*t was to do some business.

Business stealing munchies! And it got very

sticky, so we got some boys together.

We knew da only way of staying safe was to

get different men from different Endz

See, back deem, Sweets, Craze,

Kickz, they got smart too.

And good timin',

because dat waz back in the day

when you went hungry, or got killed.

Now they owe Rager for dat.

He's like a brother to deem.

We've got our love when a feud breaks out.

We stick tight like brothers, now.

Drugs and guns, don't see deem

around here anymore. Sign of the times, still.

Muchies, dats what mans want.

Dats all anyone needs now, munchies.

We don't kill for dat. We just robbin' and like.

Dats how we don't get killed most times.

Ohh, we get the best munchies!

You can't beat that!

Get off me, man!

Kid:
Grab it, quick!

- How you doing, Junior?

- Alright.

You never cease to amaze me.

Third world London, you and your boys

just keep on, keeping on.

Take no Holidays.

What, do you think dis is easy?

Junior... You are a hustleeer!

-Now on to business.

- Good. What have you got for me?

- How's your brother?

- Which one?

Your brother, brother.

Well he's good.

Same old, same old..

dis is good.

More of dis.

I'll give you a 100.

Junior:
Pow!

- 400, okay?

- 200, Junior.

- See you later.

- 300.

Are you shittin'?

When I've already told you I've got plans.

Junior:
400.

Hurry up, deem.

You love when I bring youse munchies.

See you later...

Be safe.

["STICKS AND STONES" by Skepta playing]

"Some sticks and stones,

yeah, some sticks and stones.

"Sticks and stones,

you better bring some sticks and stones.

"Yo, sticks and stones,

you better bring some sticks and stones.

"You better punch that bag,

or learn to left us alone.

"Words don't hurt me,

forget the Chinese whispers.

"Guess who's back with a brand new

bang up for the listeners

"Man dem hate because the ladies

wanna take pictures,

"or go hard from New Years to face

Christmas niggas in Glow Joe Mac for my scriptures.

"Sticks and stones.

"Ladies already know about me

Cos I'm the one man soldier...[Fades]

Ho, you're back..

Towel.

So?

OK.

dere's 340.

- OK, I bought something.

- What?

- See.

Oh, deems sweetmeat vendors are horrible

- I was hungry, man.

- You know dat rots your guts, don't you?

- Yeah, you know they taste good, too.

Come, come.

C'mon.

It's for the boys.

So, how long now?

Just relax man. We just got to keep

doing what we're doing.

- You said we would go dis year.

- We will, Junior. You've got to be patient.

Yeah, but how long?

Just give it a couple of more weeks, yeah?

- Dat what you said last week.

Your the one who keeps coming in

with small change tings.

Dat's because all we ever rob

is small tings.

So go out dere and

get us a big ting, deem.

Wait, how come I always

have to go to the market?

You go down dere next time.

No, dat's wrong. You know I've got

a beef out dere, Junior.

Enough of these little yungas want to war with them.

So I say out of sight, out of mind.

Anyway, the point of being a boss like me,

you have to do what I say, isn't it?

I hear deem Souljahz want to start a war

with deem g's too.

But deem man dem are different.

Stay away from their block, blood.

We've got to keep out of dis postcode bullshit.

We've got to keep healthy.

So do they.

No one knows where Tugz is hiding.

Yeah, but they're still active though.

So just be cool and stay sharp.

You've got kids killing kids everywhere,

it's getting out of control. So just get in, and out.

Plain and simple. Blood you understand?

- Why can't we just go now, Rager?

I'm not leaving dis city until

we've got proper peas.

- We've got loads!

- No we don't, not enough.

We need to prepare if we're going

to move out to the wilds.

Easy if you are safe, man.

Safe?

Come, let me show you

how to be safe, come.

C'mon, c'mon,

move, move.

- The boys coming with us?

- Of course, they want to live like normalz...

- They won't hack, here.

- Listen, you're my brother, but they family, too.

Don't forget dat.

Come here!

Strong, yah. Ready?

What are you scared for?

- Who's scared, man?.

- Look, do it strong. Pow. Up, in here.

Dat's it. Dat's it. Again.

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