Gritty children's drama dealing with powerful issues. Jamal is a Somali refugee from the local estate and Zac lives in a posh house nearby. Can their friendship survive?
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LAUGHTER AND CHATTER
-All right, all right...!
Hey, what are you ghostin' for?
Listen, you can't avoid us for ever, you know.
-You DO look old enough.
-My brother says they don't ask for ID.
And it's a party. So, if you care...
and if you dare...
-Alice, take that home for me, please.
-I'm going to the Mini Mart.
-Don't always do what he says.
Oh, you've got loads of friends, haven't you(?)
Sorry, I just... I can't show up with nothing.
We'll get the bus.
What do you say, ladies? Sapodilla, karela?
You can't buy them anywhere else round here!
-Lottery ticket for Bert.
-Phone card to Afghanistan.
-Good luck, Bert.
Sheela... Too much browsing going on, by the magazines.
-Can't Malik help?
-Boys can't help, they just get in the way.
Oi! It's not a library over there.
Anyone buys 40 cigarettes today, they will get a free lighter.
I can't serve you that, cos I'm not old enough.
And you're not old enough to buy it.
-You got ID?
School uniform's a bit of a giveaway.
Just the magazine, then.
I'll put those back.
-Making pancakes, right?
And bananas again?
I swear you Somalis have bananas with everything!
They're the best fruit in the world, man.
-They come in their own wrapping.
-That's £3.20, please.
-Thanks. See you around.
Thanks for the heads-up, man.
-That's all right. You'd have been busted.
-Like you were?
-At least I got something.
There's an interview with Theo in there as well.
Yeah, he is turbo-charged.
Hey, posh boy! What you doing in our endz?
Well, I...I live here.
-You speak posh, boy.
-You live here?
You mean your HOUSE is here, that's it.
And don't even try run your mouth to me.
Anthony, you asked him a question, he answered, that's all.
Oh! So this posh you's brethren now?
-I just met him.
-So why you defending him?
I'm not from another planet, you know.
What? What did you say, blood?
Yeah, cuz - man believes you, innit(!)
-Oh, where have you been?
You know what it can be like down there, especially in THAT uniform.
Well, if I stick out like a sore thumb, whose fault's that?
You send me to the school.
-Did you get what Freddie wanted?
-Wouldn't serve me.
He won't invite you now. A real friend wouldn't do that to you.
Oi, blood! Wait up.
Shopping(!) Ain't a good look, fam.
Look, yeah, you in this postcode, but you don't belong yet.
You got to join, fam.
I know you Somalis are all in your little clan ting, or whatever, yeah,
but this is OUR endz. You got to belong to OUR ting.
Not rice AGAIN, Mum.
You think I wouldn't like to feed you better?
You think I wouldn't like to work?
Shall I get in touch with whoever's dealing with our case, Mum?
We've been waiting for a decision for ages.
-I'm worried it will be a bad one.
-So...we do nothing?
Just stay asylum seekers forever?
Better than being sent back home.
You're quiet, Dad.
I'm...just tired, son, that's all.
Probably need a holiday.
Actually, where do you fancy this summer?
The States? San Francisco to LA,
Las Vegas halfway?
-I think that's a bit, erm...
-Beg your pardon?
Rock festival in Spain, camp on the beach?
Sounds like a plan.
Then take the other street there, Browning Street, and then...
Sheela? I have appointed another member of staff.
-Dad, you make it sound so important.
-Paperboys ARE important.
-And I expect complete loyalty.
This way, gentlemen, please.
-What's going on, Mum?
-They're just looking round.
Who are they? Police?
Tax inspectors. They might want to look in your bedrooms as well.
I'll go grab my bag.
-I was...I was just looking, innit?
Expect they'll be gone soon.
What you listening to?
-Just a sample of mine I recorded.
-You should be in a band, Alice.
I keep seeing the adverts in the music mags.
-The worst they can say is no.
-That's what bothers me.
Thought I'd actually start working for the shop instead of
trying to steal from 'em.
Could be an inside job this time. JAMAL LAUGHS
Look, I wanted to, er... apologise for yesterday.
-I had to get Anthony off my back.
-Yeah, mate, don't worry. It's fine.
-Done a playlist!
-So it's a party, not a gathering?
It's a..."pathering". A "garty". Going to be wild, anyway.
Even without cider?
-What?! You said...!
-Well, I'm sorry, I did try.
Ah. Excuse me? D'you know...? Excuse me, sorry...
Do you know how I can get hold of some, like, you know...
-Some... You know.
-I have money.
-No, sorry, I can't help you there.
Not at all?
Why did you ask HIM that? Was it cos he's black(?)
-You're such an idiot sometimes, Freddie.
-Who are they?
Oh, it's no-one. It's nothing, come on.
Jamal, man, you're some waste, man!
Delivering papers when you could be delivering tings for the olders.
-Let you down, have I?
-What you doing this dumbness, anyway?
-It's just a job, innit?
-What you got for me?
Oi! Leave him.
It's all right. It's cool.
Just chill, man. Man just messing about with him, innit?
And what you messing with this one for?
Oi, blood, look at his nails, he got them painted.
-She likes people who are well groomed.
-Is that azure blue? Nice!
-What? What's true is true, man.
-Matches my eyes...obviously.
Look, back there you didn't have to... You know.
Oh, but she did. She can't help herself.
-Erm...do you go out of your way to talk to those kids?
-Kids like that paperboy.
-What, black kids?
You know what I mean.
-You're not trying to make yourself feel cool?
-No. I'll never be cool.
-Good thing you're friends with me, then.
-What are you going to do with that?
-Buy a car.
-Give it to your mum!
She can't drive.
See you tomorrow.
-Boy was looking for you before.
Popular, obviously. He's a cider lover.
Or he would be, if he had the right ID.
Listen, I'm sorry for the way my friend spoke to you earlier.
He was so rude, and insulted you.
Well, tell him I'm sorry I'm not a drug dealer
and I can't supply his party.
Oi. What party's that, then?
Oh, erm...it's nothing.
Where and when?
MUSIC PLAYS, CHEERING
OK... How come, if everybody's playing truth or dare,
I'm the only one who ends up in his pants?!
-Should have been more truth and less dare!
-And confess stuff?! No way.
-..we pop in, I'm telling you.
-How d'you know this boy again?
-Listen, I know bare posh, innit,
I'm affiliated like that.
-The party's just over there. Come on!
-Why are you running?
-This could get ugly.
-Nothing ugly about me in my birthday suit.
Who dares, wins.
-It's just over there.
Malik's already in trouble with the police and the youth courts.
Gatecrashing's not a crime, you know.
Yeah, but it might turn into something else.
Why are you coming, anyway?
-Just felt sorry for that posh kid, you know?
-Decent of you.
And anyway, I might get a chance
to see what these big houses really look like.
-It's this one.
-It sounds it.
Where is it? You said it was here, man.
The garden is just there, innit? Must be just behind.
-Why can't we go in the front like everyone else?
This sums up my life,
trying to get into a party I ain't invited to.
It's cool. Just climb over, innit.
Hurry up, man, let me give you a leg up.
Look, you're about to get some unwanted guests, all right?
-No, far worse than me.
Some any dead music, man. Let's turn this thing up.
what's wrong with you, bruv? Don't watch my girl, you know?
What, have I got something on my face?
What, you ain't picking up some dry burger?
Eh, what you's watching, man?
We need some live music, man.
THEY ALL TALK
How are you?
There's some people in your garden. You need to come now.
No, no, no, sorry, no,
this is my party. Sorry, you can't just come in here.
-Er, who are these people?
-Sheela, what you doing here?
-Heard what YOU were going to do.
-Who are these people?
-I don't know!
-Yeah, you do.
-You told him? Why did you want to spoil my gathering?
Wasn't it cool enough for you?
You wanted to impress your new friends, the brethren?
-I didn't invite them.
-Why's he turned up, then?!
-I don't know.
Save you some trouble, man.
Jamal, you better earn some loyalty stripes, you know.
Save you some trouble too, Malik.
I'll call the police if you don't go.
Oi, you snitch. I swear...
Listen, we better listen to what he says, you know.
No. I ain't running from no-one.
I've scuffed up my trainers for this dead party anyway. Move.
You know what, if the feds catch me again...
All right, it's some dead daytime ting anyways, man.
Come on, scrawly.
-Oh, yo, yo, I forgot my phone.
-Oh, hurry up, man.
Thanks very much(!)
Can you get out?
-Sorry you're getting the blame.
-Send him some flowers.
Look, you shouldn't have come.
No, you're right. It was stupid trying to help your mates.
Indie, yeah. But I like it when it comes together.
KNOCK AT DOOR
Yeah, Adele and Jamie XS?
You all right?
Yeah. Sorry for turning on you last night.
-It's all right, I forgive you as well.
-Skateboarding later, yeah?
That's brilliant! Let's meet up. I can't wait.
-What is she talking about?
-Oh, I dunno.
I'm being auditioned. I might be in a band soon!
-Yeah, like that's ever going to happen.
Kill some aliens.
Sis, well done. Skills.
-It's quite mellow, this place.
I thought you didn't like the outdoors, Russell?
-I want to get skater boys on my phone falling over.
To make me feel better.
Safe. Kids like us.
Except we can't skate.
I told you, it's more about the, you know, hanging out.
-You've only got to look at them to make yourself feel better.
I mean, look at the stupid hats they wear!
-Wearing a stupid hat.
-I know you!
Yeah, I was the party pooper.
I heard it wasn't going all that well anyway.
..I've got some skating to do.
Do you mind if I get you on my phone?
-Thank you. I'm Russell, by the way.
-How's that boy?
Not a big fan of yours, put it that way.
Things...got a bit messy.
Don't worry about it. You and him - just not compatible.
Well, I think we could be.
What's done is done.
Could be undone.
-Are you all right?
You all right? What have you done?
I fell over!
-Come here, mate.
He's really not a good skater, is he?
-We owe you an explanation.
-Well, you can say that again.
There's been some issues about the tax that I pay on my business.
-You've been cheating on it?
-I wouldn't put it like that, exactly.
Why not? You haven't been honest and there's every chance...
Chance of what?
-Going to jail?
They could make me bankrupt.
-I can't take this.
It's going to be OK, Zac. Honest.
Well, you haven't been honest so far, have you?
Oi! Oi, come back here!
Look, they waited two years
and now they have to go.
We should demand an answer, Mum.
We should go to that centre and ask them about our status.
We might make trouble.
I want to know if they really want us in this country. Don't you?
We can't just hope it'll all go away.
OK. We'll do as you say.
Call them, write to them,
get an answer. Whatever it be.
KNOCKING AT DOOR
Does Alice live here?
Hiya. Come in.
Yeah. Sorry about that.
Who was that?
I just failed the audition.
I'm sorry, Alice.
Don't worry, next time I'LL be the one doing the auditioning.
-I'm still going to live my life, OK?
Erm, I've finished with these,
and I know you're a Gooner, so I thought you might want them.
Why are you doing this for?
I just thought... in case you didn't have them.
I can't afford them, remember?
Yeah. Standing next to you in the Mini Mart.
Sheela said, "It's not a library."
-That's what they used to call Highbury, the library.
Boring, boring Arsenal. Yeah, yeah, I remember it.
Are you sure?
Yeah. They stop me doing my homework, anyway.
Now they'll stop me doing mine. I can't wait.
What players d'you like?
Wilshere, Walcott, Van Persie...
Interviews in there with all of them.
Erm...Zac, by the way...
Nice house, man.
Yeah. They're all nutters inside, though.
-Are you sure your dad's not a footballer?
Yeah, erm, thanks for this.
-It's all right. I just wanted to pass them on.
Hi, Jamal. How did it go?
Yeah, good. All done. See you tomorrow.
See you in the morning.
You look like you wish you were still in bed.
You try getting up at six in the morning.
-Hey, what's up?
-Don't make it so obvious.
Hi, is that Alice?
I've always wanted to say this, but I'm calling about the ad.
Well, you haven't got a temperature. I think you can go to school.
The school that I get a coach to?
Where all the rich kids go?
What's the matter, Zac?
I just want to be normal, Mum.
You can't keep us in this bubble all the time.
I'll call the school. Tell them you don't feel very well.
Love you, Mum.
Stay in bed.
-You? What are you doing?
-What are you doing in my house?! You broke in.
-The door was open.
-So I just... Look, put that down, man.
-So you can run?
-So you don't hit me with it.
Why shouldn't I? You might have a knife.
I don't have a knife. I wasn't here to nick anything.
Sure(!) I give you those magazines and you've come back for more?
-I was just curious.
You've got it easy, man, you've got a nice life.
Look at this house, it's huge. You're lucky, man.
Look, I think you should just go, OK?
-That's all right, yeah?
-The door's open.
Right. Just... I'm sorry.
-What's going on?
Nothing? What are you doing in here?
Your...your son just invited me in.
My son? What, you don't know his name?
-Why are you holding that, Zac? Did he threaten you?
-But you caught him breaking in?
-Mum, just let it go.
What, cos he might bring his mates back round with him?
Mum, it's clear he hasn't got anything!
-Yeah, not for the want of trying.
-I wasn't trying!
I'm trying. I'm trying to keep my family together and our house
and you waltz in and think it's fine to take bits away? How dare you?!
-I've had things taken too!
-Don't you dare threaten me in my house.
-Zac, call the police.
-Mum, there's no need, leave it.
Call the police!
# I don't know about my dreams
# I don't know about my dreaming any more
# All that I know is
# I'm falling, falling, falling, falling
# Might as well fall in
# I don't know about my love... #
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Gritty children's drama dealing with powerful issues. Jamal is a Somali refugee from the local estate and Zac lives in a posh house just around the corner. When their paths cross by accident at the local Mini Mart, they awkwardly try to start a friendship. But pressure from Jamal's pals to join their gang, and Zac's friends to stay within the privileged bounds of their end of the postcode make it hard to break down the barriers.
Can their friendship survive when Zac catches Jamal looking round his house and is forced to call the police?