Episode 2 Postcode

-What you doing in our ends?

-I live here.

You mean your house is here. That's it.

Don't run your mouth to me, yeah?

You asked him a question and he answered.

-You haven't been honest and there's every chance...

-Go to jail?

No. They could make me bankrupt.

Been waiting for a decision for ages.

-And what if it be a bad one?

-So we do nothing?

-Just stay asylum seekers for ever?

-Hi, is that Alice?

I'm calling about the ad.

-What's going on?

-Nothing.

-Your son just invited me in, innit?

-My son? You don't know his name? Zac, call the police.

-No, don't!

-Mum, please just leave it.

-Call the police!

He broke into our house. He has to learn to take responsibility!

He's already doing his community thing!

He has to understand how he made his victim feel.

-Why don't YOU go?

-You confronted him.

Now you get to confront him in a better way.

Restorative justice? That sounds so serious!

It's the rest of his punishment.

Well, it's going to feel like mine as well! This is so embarrassing!

You undercover G, blud!

Using your dry paper to suss out all them yards!

-It wasn't like that.

-The olders are impressed.

-What d'you mean?

-They want you to run for them, innit?

-Run what?

-Just a little ting, that's all.

-But I'm not in the gang, so what...?

You think you can be in the postcode and not be in the crew, yeah?

Especially after what you've done. You're a little tug now, a bad boy!

Yeah, what was it like?

-What was what like?

-Inside the house.

Yeah, it was nice.

All new tings are happening to you, Jamal.

You do this little ting for us and you're in the gang. Straight.

Oi, go on, get on with it.

Hiya.

-Scene of the crime, yeah?

-Yeah.

He couldn't deliver your paper today.

-Has he got community service?

-Apparently that won't be the end of it.

That's not my fault.

I told you Jamal couldn't be trusted, didn't I?

And you gave your Arsenal magazines to him! That's like no morals at all.

Look, Freddie, it's not as black-and-white as that, OK?

You caught him in your house!

Well, anyway, at least that restorative justice thing is going to come down on him.

You can make him feel really bad for what he's done.

You OK?

I just wanted to apologise to him.

-To let him know I didn't mean it to get that far.

-Agree to meet him then.

-As the victim?

-How else will you be able to talk to him?

I'm a pretty liberal guy, but I can't have a criminal as a paperboy.

-I need this job, Mr Mirza.

-Word gets around.

My customers trust me.

So they trust who I employ.

I'm being punished enough!

I like you, Jamal. But business is business.

Hey! I'm sorry.

I didn't burgle that house, Sheela. All right? The door was open,

I walked in, that was my fault. I didn't take anything.

-Look. I believe you.

-You do?

-Jamal, I know you're not like that.

-I even told that boy Zac.

-And?

I don't think he needed telling.

Sheela! Inside.

And I've told you about that skirt.

I wish it wasn't so official. I wish it was just me and him.

It's official because it's serious.

He's the perpetrator, you're the victim.

You're not just two boys having a chat, talking it through.

Well, why not?

I just want to say sorry for breaking into your home.

Must have...really upset and scared you finding a stranger

just standing there, making it worse by confronting you.

Threatening you, I appreciate how much it affected you.

Well, meeting you face to face like this is even worse.

I apologise. Again.

Cheers.

Do you want to say a bit more about how it made you feel?

Um. Upset. Especially when I had to call the police.

-When your mum told you to.

-Yeah.

Look, it was nothing personal, me being there.

Well, if you ever fancy coming round again just knock next time, yeah?

-That's funny.

-Did you mean it lightheartedly?

-I hope he takes it that way.

-Do you?

I said it was funny, didn't I?

You sound angry, Jamal.

-No.

-Good.

Because what we want to see here is some humility.

Your understanding of what you put Zac through.

I do.

Zac, do you accept that Jamal has learned a lesson here?

Yeah.

I think so.

I'm just glad we cleared the air.

-And what lesson do you think you've learned, Jamal?

-Respect.

Respect of other people's property.

That was horrible. So formal and so false.

I felt sorry for the mother, but at least he learnt a lesson today.

-And what's that?

-Break the law and you pay.

Now it's official. I'm a criminal.

Did you see the way his mum was looking at me?

-I saw how those officials looked at me.

-They don't know anything!

And the way they made me feel like I was guilty

when I didn't even do anything.

Look, at least he's out of our hair now, OK?

# I said I got to be tough

# But I ain't playing by their rules

# To be an independent thinker Cos I'm tougher than these fools

# I got my own peace of mind And I know it's here to stay

# I know exactly what I want I'm going to make my way. #

-What do you think?

-I like it.

-Really?

I've got the first verse. I just don't know where to take it.

Well, if you play it again, let me try a vocal.

-So, Russell, what are you going to sing for us today?

-Well, Simon...!

# Things ain't always what they seem from the outside

# Livin' in this life Nothin's ever black and white

# From the corner To the end of the bus line

# Everythin's all right I'm just on my way. #

-That sounded really good.

-Thank you.

-Shall we play it back

and see what it sounds like?

BOTH VOCALS PLAY TOGETHER

That's really good.

I was right, innit? You're a youth offender now.

They made me feel like nothing, you know?

Not as good as the boy sitting across from me,

Well, fam, you join the gang, you'll feel much better.

Trust me, you know?

You'll feel like someone,

And if you don't, well,

you in trouble with the gang anyways.

So...what d'you want me to do?

Nice.

That Jamal that you think so much of.

-What about him?

-He wants to be in the crew. He's begging us now.

-No way.

-For true. Believe it.

-He's not like that.

-He is now.

-Killing aliens again?

-It didn't work out as planned, talking to Jamal.

Doesn't always, does it?

-Like when those musicians showed up at our door.

-Took one look at you.

-But you're doing something else now, aren't you?

-Something new.

That's what I wanted to do. Break out a bit, you know?

I'm working with this kid, Russell. And he said that...

-What are you doing?

-Sorry, Alice, I've got something to do.

SHE SPEAKS SOMALI

-Where are you going?

-I have to do something.

You go out and something else will happen!

It's part of my punishment, Mum. Community service?

OK. So you do this and nothing else.

-No more trouble.

-No more trouble.

-You hear?

-No more trouble!

-What do you want?

-Where can I find Jamal?

-It's too late now.

-Sheela?

-What d'you mean?

-Buy something!

-What?

-You can't come in here just to ask me a question.

-That's cassava dough!

-So?

-D'you think it's a good idea?

-Well, might come in useful.

-Trying to approach Jamal, I mean.

Oh, er, well, yeah,

I think so.

Look, the company he's keeping now, they won't let him.

This is the address, yeah?

When you get the money, bring it straight back to me.

If you see any feds, dash the address, dart down alleyways,

-down minor streets, I don't care. Yeah?

-Fine.

Nah, its cool.

Hey, remember what I said, yeah?

Yeah.

-You don't look like you want to do it.

-No.

-S'all right.

There's things I don't want to do sometimes, but what can you do?

It might not sell straight away, you know.

Could take ages.

Dad said he'd lower the asking price.

Anything to pay the tax he owes.

I grew up in this house. Lived in it my whole life.

I don't want to leave here either.

Well, you know what they say, it's only bricks and mortar.

Come on.

Do you think they'll survive this?

-I hope so.

-What's going on?

-You didn't say you were moving.

-I didn't know till just now.

Why are you?

-That is unbelievable!

-Yeah, taxman wants his tax.

-And the house is the biggest asset.

-So will you have to change schools?

-Not yet.

-This is tragic. I mean, terrible.

-Yeah, well.

I mean, move to another house but worse, much worse...

you might have to go to some chavvy normal school.

-Wouldn't see much of you then, would I?

-Guess not.

So, are you going to come to mine or what?

Um, yeah.

-I'm going to go to Freddie's for a bit.

-OK.

-PHONE RINGS

-Thought I might cheer him up or something.

Sheela. Hi.

Hi, Zac.

Yeah, sure, see you there.

-I've got to go somewhere.

-Hm?

-I've got to go somewhere.

-Go where? Why?

-There's just someone I need to go and see.

-Is it that Jamal?

I'm your friend, Zac. He's just some kid you feel guilty about!

What do you think he feels about you?!

That's why I have to go, Freddie. Look, I'm sorry, OK?

You've missed a bit.

Cleaning graffiti is part of my punishment.

I didn't know it included you watching it.

-What are you doing here?

-Zac wants to talk to you.

Oh, yeah?

That thing we had to do the other day - it was gruesome, wasn't it?

-Yeah... You seemed to quite enjoy it.

-I didn't want to be there.

-You didn't have to call the police.

-My mum was going nuts!

-Yeah, it was your mum!

Look, as this is going so well,

I thought I'd leave you to it, OK?

I'm not supposed to mix with boys anyway.

-Are you getting through those Arsenal magazines, then?

-Why, do you want them back?

-Course not.

What are you doing here? What do you want?

Look, you said you were curious about my life.

Well, I'm curious about yours too, you know.

And before this all kicked off, I don't know...

It felt like... Like we had something in common.

A football team.

Well, it could be more than that.

-Look, you'd better go.

-Yeah, sure.

Oi! Was you talking to that posh boy who snitched on you?

I was threatening him.

Nice!

-So?

-I delivered it. It's done.

Yeah, I know. You ready for the next ting?

Another one?

What, did you think it was just a one-time ting?

Hey! You got duties to the crew, boy.

Check me later, innit?

SONG PLAYS

Something missing, isn't there?

-Otherwise it's just us trying to be...

-Cool?

Exactly!

How about someone rapping on the drop?

Yeah! A bit of attitude.

Do you know anyone from the estate?

Yeah, but the boys think I'm a freak.

Even if they were wannabe grime artists,

-they wouldn't come anywhere near me.

-Any girls?

Maybe.

14.29, please.

-You're in the crew now, aren't you?

-Yeah.

What they got you doing?

Running.

Why did you get involved?

Try and lead a different life and you realise there's no point.

-But you're better than that.

-Am I?

So's someone like Zac.

Dad, five minutes.

Jamal!

-Can I arrange something?

-What?

-I was just wondering if you and Zac...

-What?

In case it works.

Anybody'd think you were trying to set me up on a date.

I'll be there as well.

I suppose that'd make it a bit better.

Would it?

Oi!

Anthony needs to see you now!

Bit cosy, you and him.

If I told Dad you wouldn't be a golden girl any more, would you?

-And if I told Dad what you and your friends are up to?

-You think he'd be disappointed in me?

He's already disappointed in me, love.

Different address this time, yeah?

-What's in this?

-What?

-I'm delivering these packages, I just want to know what's in 'em.

-Are you dumb?

You don't ask that, you hear me? You never ask that!

Hey, Rochelle, my wifey!

Come here, innit?

GRIME MUSIC BUILDS

BASS KICKS IN

MOBILE RINGS

Hey! Where you been?

I couldn't do it. I didn't want to.

-What?

-Sorry.

There he is, look.

I didn't know you were THAT keen to come.

I just thought this would be a nice place to just, you know, chill out.

Yeah. No, you're right. It's out the way, you know.

Hard to get to. Hard to get spotted anyway.

Let's walk or...let's lie low.

MUSIC: "Lego House" by Ed Sheeran

-You all right?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

-We need to teach that Jamal a lesson, you know?

-Yeah, fam. I hear that, I hear that.

-Can't mess with us. Is he dumb?

-We'll punch him up instead.

-Say nothing, innit? Cool.

# My three words have two meanings

# There's one thing on my mind

# It's all for you, mm-hmm

# And it's dark in a cold December

# But I've got you to keep me warm... #

Nice one! A picnic.

Did you get all that off your dad's shelves?

Well, seeing as I don't get any wages...

-You should have said, I'd have brought something.

-It's all right, don't worry.

Have you got any bananas?

Actually, just cucumber sandwiches.

-That's disgusting!

-I'm joking, all right, I'm joking!

Don't worry, mate.

-You'll get the lion's share, anyway.

-Why's that?

I started all the trouble you're in.

Started WAY before you, trust me.

Well...we've got our own now, anyway.

Rich people don't have trouble.

We're not rich.

Turns out it's all appearances.

Debt, unpaid tax... We're looking at bankruptcy.

You can come and look around our house again if you want.

WITH an estate agent.

You've got to sell it?

Haven't got a clue what's going to happen to us.

Yeah, well...

We don't even know if we can still live in this country.

Great(!)

I'm sitting here with two losers.

# ..I'll keep you sheltered from the storm that's raging... #

He'll lose more.

# ..I'm out of touch I'm out of love... #

-It's so peaceful out here.

-Yeah.

Weird how it's so close to home, no?

-Yeah, and the wildlife.

-What, you and Jamal?

No! The park. It's teeming with wildlife.

I mean, look at this hole over here.

-Who dug that?

-Badgers, probably.

Badgers? We haven't got badgers in Somalia.

Well, they're huge. They've got big teeth as well.

If they stick their teeth into you, you'll know about it.

What, and they're in that hole?

-Yeah, well, there's probably about four of them in this one.

-Four?

-Yeah.

What do they look like?

-You'll find out if they chase you.

-Why will they chase me?

Because they're carnivores.

-Carna-what?

-They eat meat.

-Flesh.

Wildlife sucks, man! I ain't going to be eaten by some creature.

-Oh, my God!

-Argh! Run!

# ..and out of all these things I've done

# I love you better now

# I'm out of sight I'm out of mind... #

HE LAUGHS See you around, yeah?

-Yeah, see you, man.

-See you later.

-Next time, I'll bring cup cakes, yeah?

-Yeah!

I suppose we'd better not be seen walking along together.

Your modesty, yeah?

Except I'm not very good at being modest.

-Thanks for...you know.

-Arranging that?

Yeah. You're good at arranging stuff, you know that?

-He's all right, isn't he?

-Yeah, he's all right.

Mum?

Jamal? Where is he?

-Are they moving in?

-Looks like it.

Where's Dad?

-He's, erm...

-He's what?

He's gone away for a few days.

-Well, are you two splitting up?

-Things are...

difficult.

Can't you just make it work, sort it out?

Please!

Jamal!

They said no! They said we cannot stay!

You weren't here.

So I opened it.

What are we going to do now?!

I'll work it out.

-SHE SPEAKS IN SOMALIAN

-We cannot go back there!

I know. I'll get some help, some advice.

We could have kept quiet, let them forget us. But you wouldn't...

Mum, I'm sorry, OK? I'm sorry!

But people can sort this out.

-I'll go now, OK?

-Who?!

Sheela. Sheela's dad.

-Sheela?

-Professional people, I don't know.

-You messed up big time!

You've got to get us out of this, Jamal.

MOBILE RINGS

Hello.

Zac, I need your help.

Well, no, it's urgent.

No, I'm coming to yours.

-Oi! You're in trouble, blud.

-Yeah, more than you know.

-You supposed to be one of our boys.

-Got more on my mind at the minute.

I got you on my mind, get me?!

Not about the gang. It's personal. That's your own beef.

You waste, man. I'm going to punch you up.

Jamal, Jamal?

Jamal?

-What happened?

-You should've seen the other guy.

-Who was it?

-Malik.

Why?

I walked out on the gang. He was looking for an opportunity anyway.

Are you all right?

-There's worse things to come.

-What do you mean?

They're kicking us out of the country.

Come on.

# Lay me down

# Let the only sound

# Be the overflow

# Pockets full of stones... #

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