Rochelle One Night

This programme contains some strong language.

You don't just drop off a gun at a police station and go home.

You say you just found it, you were just handing it in.

We've got two people in hospital, son, fighting for their lives.

Going to tell us your name, now?

Suspect still unwilling to confirm his name.

You're been held for possession of a firearm,

which is a very serious offence.

But what concerns me even more, right now, is this.

GSR.

Do you know what that stands for?

Gunshot residue.

Tiny particles that are scattered when a gun's been fired.

Which we found on your clothing.

You were there last night when this weapon was used, weren't you?

# Is this the life

# You would've hoped for?

# Is this the life

# You would have died for?

# But how things change

# Oh, ooh-oooh

# It's still the same

# Is this the life

# You would have wished for?

# Is this the life

# You would have killed for?

# But how things change

# Oh, oooh-oooh

# It's still the same

# Oooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

# Can you still find him? #

Stop writing, please.

I said, stop writing.

Pens down, papers folded.

We'll be collecting them in a minute. Thank you.

BELL RINGS

-Oh, Rochelle, which one did you do?

-B2.

-How did it go?

-I don't know.

It wasn't clear if they wanted you to refer

-just to the UK or internationally.

-No, it isn't clear.

-So, I complained about the question.

-Good for you.

-So, when are you off?

-Saturday.

Well, I'd start with the Old Town, the Market Square,

the Groeninge Museum, that's a must.

Belfry.

Canal.

Oh, there's a really nice waffle stand down by the cathedral.

-Concertgebouw.

-That's where the concert is.

-Yeah, and what's the programme?

-Faure Requiem.

You did put that on your personal statement, didn't you?

The college would have lapped that up.

You know, I remember the first time we went in here,

they were playing...

MUSIC: "Requiem" by Gabriel Faure

RADIO: 'The funeral of twenty-year-old Daniel Johnson

'was held earlier this afternoon amid rising tension in East London.

'Anna Foster has been following this story, she joins us now.

'First, remind us of the background, Anna.

'Well, Peter, this all began in tragedy last week, of course,

'when 20 year-old Daniel Johnson,

'was chased by a group of youths and stabbed to death,

'just yards from the primary school he attended as a child.

'Today's...'

MUSIC CONTINUES

-RADIO:

-'..expected to make a formal statement later today,

'but there is speculation that Mr Johnson may have been

'the innocent victim of a turf war between local drug dealers

'and a rival gang of Somalian youths,

'who were seen in the area on the night of the attack.

'Now, community leaders have been appealing for calm,

'since news emerged that police have made arrests

'on the nearby Marlowe Estate,

'which has a large number of Somali residents.'

'Thank you, Anna.

'Later in the programme, I will speak to Nick Herbert,

'the minister responsible for policing and criminal justice...'

-Going to Oxford, Chelle?

-Well, it depends on the exams.

-What you got to get, Chelle?

-Three A stars.

Ah, you'll be all right, won't you, Chelle? You'll walk it.

-Is Abigail going to Oxford?

-I don't know.

-Excuse me! I think you dropped something.

-MUSIC CONTINUES

-There's a bin just there. Hello?

-Chelle, man's telling you off.

Look, I'm just asking you politely.

Sorry, what?

How hard is it to put it in a bin?

-Put what?

-That.

-The bin couldn't be nearer.

-So, you do it then, mister.

-Eh?

-You got a problem with that, Nik?

-No.

-You got a problem, Chelle?

-Not really.

Look, there's a man, comes from Hungary, every day,

-with his cart and broom, he makes the place spotless.

-Whatever.

By the time you girls have come out, it's all messy again.

Maybe if it wasn't for us, he wouldn't even have a job, would he? THE GIRLS LAUGH

You know what, you're selfish!

And get a life, man, you fucking loser.

THEY LAUGH

To top it all, she was abusive, the ringleader, I suppose.

She called me stuff, er, names.

Well, strictly speaking,

our jurisdiction stops at the school gates,

but we take any antisocial behaviour seriously.

That's her, I think.

Rochelle Gooding.

OK, I'll have a word with her.

MUSIC: "Take That" by Wiley & Chew Fu

-RADIO:

-'Yeah, yeah, this is RIP FM, uncensored pirate radio.

'DJ Spinkin tellin' it like it is.

'A lot of tears on the Lakemead today.

'Nuff love for my fallen soldier. Shout out the LMT.

'This one's for Danny Johnson, you know what you got to do.'

# Anybody who thinks I can't do it any more

# Better step right... #

-There's no way you need to worry about yours.

-No, Abby, seriously,

I could have written more, I must have missed something.

Now, you're obsessing

It's a key point, that's five marks,

it could be the difference between a whole grade.

-Heads Oxford. Tails Belfast.

-Belfast?

-Yeah, I put it as my second.

-Eew.

No, I went with my mum last year. It's all right, not what you think.

Far enough from this place, I suppose.

Got to be a plus.

They had a horse and carriage.

You see it?

All these black Mercedes down Clapton Road.

Kind of creepy.

Oh, Christ. Here they come.

Men In Black. Men at Primark, more like.

"We're going in tonight, yeah.

"Meeting down Firefly and going after them, yeah.

"One for Danny, yeah."

So, what's happening? They're going out to get revenge for Danny?

That's what I heard.

They're going to go look for Somalis, down at the Marlowe.

He wanted nothing to do with them. PHONE RINGS

-Number withheld.

-Ain't you going to answer it?

-Hello?

-'Hello, Rochelle? It's Mr Patel at the school.'

-Mr Patel?

-What's he want?

'There's something I need to talk to you about.

'I'd rather not do it over the phone.

'Any chance you could come into my office?'

-Now?

-'Yes, now, if you don't mind.'

That was some turn out yesterday, wasn't it?

Sorry, I keep thinking you're Lakemead.

Kid called Danny Johnson got stabbed last week

by a gang of Somalis.

I can't remember how many times, it's in the report somewhere.

He wasn't even in a gang.

Just looked at a girl.

In Nando's.

For a split second.

And now, he'll never know if he passed his exams.

-Or got that trial at QPR.

-Orient.

Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

-You sure you're not a Lakemead boy?

-No.

No, nothing to be ashamed of.

-I never said I was Lakemead.

-It's good cos I think you saw what happened.

And I think you might know why these two people got attacked.

But if you don't, I bet you know someone else on Lakemead who does.

Any ideas?

So, who was it?

This is a serious allegation.

One of the girls was very abusive.

I've just got back from Danny's funeral.

Got the Gazette phoning me in half an hour.

Was it Nikki Adams?

Dakota Kelly?

-You had nothing to do with it?

-No.

-Well.

-Yes or no?

-I may have said something.

-What?

Something about litter being good for creating jobs.

-It was meant to be a joke.

-Not very funny.

No.

I'll have to suspend all of you.

I'm really sorry, but I've got to do this across the board,

I've got to be seen to be fair.

One-day suspension, Rochelle. Monday.

I-I'm not here on Monday.

I've got the choir trip this weekend and then, I'm finished.

Right, then it will have to be the choir trip.

-No! No, please!

-It's a real pity, cos you know,

-you're one of the school's few representatives

-No! That's not fair!

Look, I can't lay down one law for the others and one for you.

Rochelle.

Just park this to one side for the minute.

The important thing is that you focus on your exams tomorrow.

We're counting on you for the good news.

I've been suspended.

-'Oh, here we go again.'

-Look, will you let me finish?

'Kung Fu Panda, yeah, Kung Fu Panda.'

What?

-'Screen seven. Can I have your ticket, please?'

-Hello?

-'I said, don't call me at work.'

-Listen, I can't come.

'Oh, you do my head in. Oh, my God, how long have we been waiting?

'This was our one chance.'

-They won't let me come.

-'You mean, you don't want to come.'

-Can I help?

-You're the man, aren't you?

-Sorry?

-You phoned the school this afternoon.

You live at Sunny Park Road.

-Oh, look, all I was doing...

-Well, thanks.

-What?

-I got suspended.

-Ah!

-Chelle!

Yo, Chelle! What's going on?

-RADIO:

-'And the Chancellor is expected to privatise...'

-I'm sorry.

-I've got to... I'm a bit...

-'..parts of Northern Rock.'

'Retail operations from their investment arms...'

-Who is he?

-Some guy.

-Why weren't you at the funeral?

-Had an exam.

Yeah, we all did. Missing a poxy exam isn't important.

Look, they're all meeting up at Mrs J's now, so you know you've...

Yeah, I know.

MUSIC: "Another Day In Paradise" by Phil Collins

He just phoned.

He says I can't go on the trip.

-I don't need this, not today. Have you got a Plus Card?

-No.

-All I said was...

-Why get involved? Why get sucked in? Cash back?

No, thanks.

Can you just talk to Miss Preston about the trip?

Is that what you're worried about?

-Could you do this somewhere else?

-We're going to blow this.

-I am not going to blow it.

-Well, how did it go, today?

Oh, God.

-I think it was all right.

-Well, what does "huh" mean?

It's me that's trying to get into Oxford.

I'm going to see my mum today...

Sorry, could you have this conversation some other time?

-Rochelle!

-Carol!

Rochelle.

-OK, Rochelle...

-Carol!

-..I want you to go home.

I want you to get your head down, OK? Promise me?

There's no time for dog walking tonight, so, don't forget,

-cancel the Lerners.

-Carol, you've got customers.

-OK.

All right, Fitz?

I need the toilet, but Dil told me to stand here.

-Well, where are the others?

-Funeral.

Go on. I'm sure Danny wouldn't mind.

LMT, do or die.

I'm going to snap his forehead so hard.

I'm going to knock out this guy's butt, I swear.

This place is turning into Somalia, we've got to close the gates.

-Some plague.

-Keep your voices down.

-What is this, man?

Eurgh, this is goat's cheese.

-Why didn't you tell me?

-I don't want it.

I'm definitely getting kicked out now.

-Over a packet of crisps as well.

-Do you know what I mean?

-Yeah.

-But who called you, though? Mr Patel?

-Yeah, just now.

Got to go into his office tomorrow with Dak and Maddie.

Yeah, but how'd he know it was you?

Well, I think I got an idea.

Excuse me, I've got to see someone.

-What have you said?

-Sorry?

To Mr Patel.

What you do that for?

I just got a call saying I got to come and see him tomorrow.

He said, "Was it Nikki Addams or Dakota Kelly?"

-And you said?

-I didn't say anything.

-Yeah, exactly

-So, why weren't you at the funeral, Chelle?

-Had an exam, didn't she?

-What's going on?

-Nothing.

-Didn't look like nothing.

Just chatting.

-Didn't look like just chatting.

-We're just talking about stuff.

Will you excuse us a moment?

-You know you didn't have to do that.

-Look, I just did.

Thanks for coming, Jake.

Be back in a minute, yeah.

How's she doing?

Said she got your note. Said it made her cry.

No, in a good way.

Oh, by the way...

..if Mum asks or work phones tonight,

you don't know where I am.

Understand?

Jake Gooding. Was he there?

You know Jake.

Come on, everyone on Lakemead knows Jake.

I never said I that I lived on Lakemead.

Jake was a friend of Danny's, right?

I don't know.

Best mates, in fact, I heard.

Known each other since primary school.

You got mates?

You got a best mate?

What's his name?

K...

Sorry? I didn't quite catch that.

Jake hangs with the LMT. That right?

LMT, Lakemead Thugs.

No, hang on, T'ugs.

-T apostrophe, isn't it? Never quite got that.

-No.

Anyway, course, when you're young,

being in a gang looks good, doesn't it?

I mean, they've got the things you want.

They do the things you want to do.

Especially if your mum and dad aren't around.

They're there for you, yeah?

You fall in. Easy.

But this is how it ends up.

Aggravated burglary.

Wounding with intent to cause grievous bodily harm.

Arson.

Possession of a Class A drug with intent to supply.

Vehicle-taking resulting in death.

Ring any bells?

Did one of these men fire that weapon?

Just bung it in, it'll be all right.

-Look at this mess.

-I said I'd clear it up, yeah?

-You're meant to be at Granny's.

-Shit, no, don't want to get lung cancer.

-It's Alf's birthday.

-Move.

Coming, Chelle? We're down in the yard.

Ky's done Thai marinade.

She won't come.

When do I get the bathroom back?

Oh, yeah, go get 'em, will you, Alf?

Where the hell did you even get them, anyway?

Market. They've got a tank.

Alf tips over the prawns, I nick 'em while they're not looking.

-So, you stole them?

-They're Somalis.

-What?

-They don't count. That right, Alf?

-Yeah.

-Excuse me?

Oli said that Danny got killed by their BO before he got stabbed.

They go round in pyjamas, you seen?

-You don't even know where Somalia is, do you?

-Do.

-Don't.

-Do too.

Sure you don't want to come, Chelle? Going to put out speakers.

You can bring your own music.

Leave it, she's in bed by half nine, anyway.

PHONE BEEPS

Yo, babes

-Yo, man, you're beautiful.

-Excuse me.

-Yo, babes.

-What are you doing?

-What's the matter with you?

What?

"I get the message, hope you got into Oxford. Goodbye."

-Yeah?

-Why be so snarky?

-Snarky?

-Yeah, snarky.

-Wasn't being snarky.

As if you didn't believe me, if I was making it up.

Wait here, I'm getting the keys.

Can't be seen chatting to Lakemead girls round here.

Dad's car. We'll talk in there.

Look, I got caught up with some girls after school

and there was a ruck with some man about litter. He complained,

the head's clamping down, all four of us get a blanket suspension, OK?

-You still don't believe me.

-I don't know what to believe.

-What?

-I mean, there's always something, isn't there?

-If you don't want this...

-Then, why would I come here?

Tonight of all nights. I must be mental.

What's going on tonight?

Them lot on the estate, they're planning something.

-Planning what?

-I don't know.

Could just be rumours, but they're getting all jumpy.

-It was Danny's funeral today.

-Yeah, I saw all the cars.

Abdi. Get down.

A crew went over to Lakemead last week.

Feds raided one of their flats last night and arrested someone.

-Abdi's part of the crew.

-You know him?

Abdi Haroon.

I used to hang about with him in year eight.

He had a falcon's nest on his balcony.

We used to feed the chicks.

Anyways, let's get out of here.

-What, drive?

-Yeah.

-In this?

-Yeah.

-What about your dad?

-He's at mosque.

You can't just take his car, can you?

He's not going to find out, is he? Now, jump in the back.

What?

Just jump in the back.

-So, hang on, why am I in the back?

-Look like you're a fare.

-Is this his cab?

-Look, I'm trying to concentrate.

-Hello?

Well, I mean, are you insured?

Er, not sure.

What do you mean, you're not sure?

I've got a provisional, but it don't say.

So, you haven't passed your test?

Stop the car.

-Stop the car.

-I don't think so.

And keep down. They're everywhere, these Somalis.

OK, just take me over Bethnal Road and pull up somewhere.

I know how to drive, I watched my dad.

Oh, that's all right, then.

See, you just got to get a feel for it.

Come on, I want to show you the photos.

Whoa. Speed bump.

All right, I'll give you one hour,

-but not a second more and I'm timing it.

-Sweet.

It'll be OK here.

Oh, no.

What now?

It's Thursday.

-I forgot.

-Forgot what?

The Lerners. I walk their dog.

-Why are you looking at me like that?

-Just cancel.

-No, I can't

Course you can.

No, no, wait a minute, this could work.

He lives just round the corner, off the canal.

-All I do is take him to Abbott Park.

-I hate dogs.

It's 20 quid an hour.

Come on, we're wasting time.

What?

You're a project, you are.

That's the one.

-Jeez. Is that where he lives?

-Yeah.

-So, how do you know him?

His son goes round with Ky.

Just be a sec.

I'm so sorry I'm late.

Rochelle? I thought you weren't coming, your mum phoned. Come in.

-She said you've got an exam tomorrow.

-I know, but..

You don't have to do this, you know. Shouldn't you be at home revising?

A couple of hours isn't going to make much difference, is it?

-I can't find it.

-You haven't even bloody looked for it.

-Lost his Oyster card again.

-Hi.

-Hi.

It'd do me good to get out and have a break.

Hear that, Tam? You're in luck.

I don't need it tonight, anyway.

-Where are you going?

-Concert club.

-Isn't Kyle coming over?

Yeah, after.

-So, what have you got tomorrow?

-English.

-Always define your terms.

If they ask you to discuss Hamlet you say,

"It depends what you mean by Hamlet."

No, they're lucky to have you.

-Oh, come on.

-I know, I know, but...

It's 20 quid an hour, I know.

THE DOG BARKS

Tell it not to do that.

-You're overreacting.

-I'm not.

-You are.

There you go.

20 quid an hour, you're a rip off.

Right, we've got 50 minutes.

-Huh?

-I said we had an hour. We've got 50 minutes left.

Oh, no, one hour don't start now.

-What?

-That hour didn't include the dog thing.

-No, no, no, look...

-An hour didn't include the dog thing.

274, dropping corner of Clapton Road in one hour precisely.

Customer got to get three A stars.

Right, look at these.

No, no, no. Delete, delete, delete, delete. Oh.

I like that one.

'274?'

'274?

'Hassan, 274? Are you there?

'Hello? Hassan, is that you?'

-Yes?

-'Where are you? I thought you were going to mosque.'

No, I'm late. Fare was late. Just drop off now.

'OK, go to 27 Upton Road, E9.'

No, I'm finished.

'Hassan, you listen to me, you help me,

'or you come into office and we talk big problem.'

Dad's going to get in trouble for this.

I got to.

OK. Where is he going?

-Upton Road to Sunny Park Road.

-He say Sunny Park Road?

-That's near you?

-Yeah.

-So, I'll drop you back there.

-All right.

Wait, wait, no, no, no.

We can't, we can't go down Lakemead, someone'll see us.

It's a minicab. Got people in the back. Who's going to look?

What are we going to say about me?

You're my sister.

Your sister?

You got a problem with that?

No. No problem.

What?

You forget something?

Oh, yeah. No, get back, get back.

-He wasn't in.

-So, what did you do?

Tied him to the doorknob.

I wouldn't let you walk my dog.

Oh, you gotta hear this.

ARABIC-SOUNDING MUSIC

-So, what do you think?

-What?

-Oh, yeah, it's OK.

-Just OK?

-Well.

-You don't like it?

-I didn't say I didn't like it.

-Just OK.

I mean, I wouldn't rush out and get it myself.

MUSIC STOPS

-Well, have it on if you want it.

-No, it's OK.

Got to be honest.

Yeah.

So, what's wrong with it, then?

There's nothing wrong with it, it's just personal taste, isn't it?

I mean, it's rhythmic, but the harmonics are lame.

There's not a single chord or change that's surprising or pleasing,

but that's just Arab music, stuck in that atonal time warp.

Don't know if it's your hardwiring or environment.

-I'm not Arab.

-I didn't mean...

-We're not Arab.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

Should be on the left soon.

-What?

-You're on empty.

No, it's just off empty. Look, I'm concentrating.

There it is.

You a cab?

-For Sunny Park Road.

-Dawn! Cab's here!

-Who's that?

-My sister.

She needed a lift. She's got A-Levels tomorrow.

-Do you mind?

-Have we got a choice?

-Can't believe you didn't like that song.

-Yeah, OK.

-Come on.

-You got the champagne?

-Yeah, I've got the champagne.

-Kenny?

-Yeah?

-Who's that?

-That's his sister.

-Oh.

-Have you changed again?

-I felt dressy.

-Oh.

I don't know why you bother asking me.

Cos I didn't know if we were going to be in or out.

I told you, he's doing a barbecue.

That's it.

-What?

-Three-point turn.

-I wish you'd lighten up.

-I'm missing The Apprentice.

Oh, get it on catch up.

There's a right coming up.

It's the final.

Just in a bit.

-Oh.

-Stop.

-God help us.

Oi! It was left back...

Sorry, left.

Listen. Clapton Road, Borough Park, Tennyson, down Lakemead,

left onto Bishopsdene, Sunny Park Road. Bosh.

-You got it?

-All right.

-Yeah?

-It was right on the page break, you try and read it.

-For crying out loud.

-What now?

-Tell him to come out of fifth, someone.

-This car could do with a clean.

-Oh, here we go. Pregnant lady.

I'm just saying. Can you smell something?

-Bishopsdene's next on the left.

-No, no, don't go down Bishopsdene.

-Why not?

-The LMT's club's there, they'll all be there.

-So, where do I go?

-I dunno, just take the one after.

-Dog. Do you smell dog?

-Yeah. Yeah, you've missed a turning again.

I know a short cut.

-This is a dead end, isn't it?

-Stop the car.

-Pull over.

-Please, Kenny.

-Stop the car.

Are you a wind-up?

-I thought...

-Is this a wind-up?

-I'm sorry, I..

Come on, Dawn, let's go. It's just round the corner.

No, I got heels.

-How old are you?

-21.

21. What year were you born?

Kenny, we're half an hour late.

-I want to speak to your governor.

-What?

-I want to speak to your controller.

Can we not have an argument in the road?

Have you even got a licence?

Lakemead's got roadworks.

I meant Massey, it's the next one.

Then, the left again, into Sunny Park Road.

I know it, I swear.

-And he won't charge.

-Yeah. On the house.

-Oh, you don't half pick 'em.

-Hey?

Got any idea how many numbers were in that drawer?

Oh, give it a rest.

Give it a rest. You give it a rest.

RAP MUSIC PLAYS

-You know, this is to do with her. Bet ya.

-What?

-The girl.

Now I come to think of it, that condom could have been her too.

-How'd you figure that out?

-Got a friend to do it. Out of spite.

We have booked a car back.

Yeah? There's a fiver, on condition that you and your sister

swear on your families' lives to stay away.

OK? Yeah?

Yeah?

-Got the champagne?

-Yeah, I've got the champagne. Stop asking me that.

-I'm not sure about this dress now.

-Oh, God, give me strength.

Sister, my arse.

Hurry up.

Come on, this is embarrassing.

'274, you drop Sunny Park?'

-Yeah. Can I go home now?

-'Yeah, finish. Go home.'

You got the champagne?

So, you all right to get back home from here, now?

Hour's not up yet, is it?

-Is that Chelle?

-Eh?

-In the car.

What the...?

-Who's she with?

-Minicab, innit?

-You sure this is OK? Lakemead's just there, you know?

-Trust me.

Turn left here.

And right in here.

Don't worry. No-one knows about this place.

I think we'll be all right here.

-What's this?

-Give it.

-No, wait.

HORN HOOTS

One double without bath. Sunday 17th June.

45 euros. Mr and Mrs S Banadir.

But we're staying at the hostel.

Saturday.

But Sunday, we don't have to be at the coach till six.

-So, what do we need a room for?

-We've got the whole day free.

Well, I might want to go to the Groeninge museum.

Someone's jumped a light.

All of this, such a mission.

This was supposed to be our chance.

-What?

-You don't get it, do you?

Come September, October, whenever it is, you go off to college.

-Yeah?

-That's it.

-What?

-You'll be gone.

What are you talking about?

I mean, first few weekends, yeah, I'll come up,

you'll come down, and then...

This summer.

It's all we got. This was our chance.

Y-You really think that's going to happen?

That's what happens, doesn't it?

HORN HOOTS

Sorry.

These chairs go back, you know.

Wait.

-D-did you bring...?

-I thought you were...

-No.

-Do you want me to stop?

-No, just be careful.

-We better stop.

-No.

I'll be careful, promise.

I didn't know. I mean, you never said you were...

What?

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

Do you want to stop?

Maybe just for...

It's OK.

Just a sec.

Yeah.

You don't have to look.

Sorry.

Just threw me off.

D-Do you want me to...?

That OK?

-Aah. It's burning.

-What?

-It stings.

-Stings?

-Yeah, it stings.

I don't know what...

What?

-Chillies.

-Chillies?

-Red chillies.

I don't care what chillies.

Kyle was cooking, I was cleaning up, I'm sorry.

It's burning.

Check if there's any wipes in there.

Ah.

-Chillies.

-I said I'm sorry.

It's empty.

-GUNSHOT

-What are you doing? Come on.

Did you hear?

Come on!

I'd better go.

Nah, get in the car, I'll take you back.

CAR RATTLES AND CHUGS

-Why are you slowing down?

-Ahh, it's the petrol.

I said it was on...

No, you can't stop here. The Firefly is just over there.

-Ah.

-That's all...

That's them, that's the LMT.

What?

-What?

-That's Jake.

That's your brother?

I don't understand why he's there.

-Easy, bruv.

-Listen, Jake...

-Take it for a joke.

-All the hype.

Look at that girl.

Oh, my days.

Go and help her push the car, bruv.

Yeah, the chick by the red car. Go help her push it, bruv.

And get her number for me.

-Man, just go, man.

-Why do you need me as well?

-Shut up, man.

Christ's sake.

-You OK?

-Out of petrol.

Chelle?

Is that Chelle?

Hi.

Do you want a push?

OK.

Nah, nah, nah, man. Let me.

Quit with your arguing.

Come on, push, man.

Just push this thing.

Chelle, what you got in there?

-Left.

-Yeah, I heard you the first time, man.

Thanks, thanks.

Didn't know you could drive.

I just passed.

Helps if you put gas in it.

Yeah. What am I like?

-See you later, Chelle.

-See you, babes.

What Rochelle? My sister?

-Yeah, man.

-But she don't drive.

She told me she did.

So, whose car was it?

-Huh?

-I don't know.

Are you OK?

-No. You?

-I'm shaking.

-Handbrake was on.

-Oh.

-Can you get back OK from here?

-Yeah, I'm OK.

-When's your mum come back?

-11. I'm OK.

Apart from working out what I tell Jake.

-What about your dad?

-Soon find out, I guess.

-Phone me Sunday.

-Sunday?

-When you get back.

-I'm not going.

-Go.

-I'm not going without you.

-Yes, you are and you're going to have a great time.

-No.

You're going to film the concert,

you're going to get a poster of Bosch's Last Judgement

from the museum shop for me,

a photo of the cafe where Colin Farrell met that dwarf,

and a mixed box from Chocolate House,

but no marzipan, I hate marzipan.

You got that?

Sunday.

This was the other victim of last night's attack.

Somali boy, right?

What's he doing on Lakemead?

I mean, he was asking for it, wasn't he?

After what they did to Danny.

See, I think this was a revenge attack by the LMT.

They're Lakemead boys, aren't they?

I can't see them cos they've all got their faces covered.

So...

Somali boy...

..take a wrong turn, did he?

Sat nav not working?

What was he doing on Lakemead?

Cos it's a mystery to me.

And to his dad, who's at his bedside, right now.

He was never part of all this.

Shy boy, his dad says.

Not into drugs, just kept his head down.

Had a part-time job at the multiplex.

Never looked for trouble, his dad said.

So, how did the LMT get hold of him?

I really think we should stop it here for a bit.

Hospital says, he's still unconscious.

So, I'll ask you again.

What was he doing on Lakemead at that time of night, all on his own?

Excuse me. Erm, I'm looking for a girl called Rochelle.

Rochelle Gooding?

Faraday. 106. It's that one, over there.

Right, thank you.

Rochelle!

Rochelle!

SHOUTING

Get back here, bruv!

Fight!

It was you!

I'm sure!

What's going on?

SHOUTING

All right. Calm down!

GUNSHOT

-Did you hear it?

-Yeah.

-Gunshot, wasn't it?

-Where you going?

-It was him!

-Who?

Rochelle!

'Kids, got to love 'em, but, if I had my way,

'when they're born, they'd all come out aged 20.

'Save a lot of aggro.

'This growing up bit is so draining.

'Failing that, GPS.

'Get them micro-chipped as soon as they're whipped out,

'so you can track them on your laptop, night and day.

'Mind you, be a bit wasted on Rochelle, I always thought.

'You tend to know where she is. Keeps her head down.

'Doesn't want to get dragged under.'

Mum. Please, please, pick up.

'She's there. She's just on the other side of that wall.

'She's safe.

'Then, one night, you take your eye off the ball, don't you?

'And you don't find out who they really are till it's too late.

'But maybe it was for the best that I didn't know.

'Then, I might never have gone and done what I did.

'I had plans of my own, you see.

'This was going to be my night.

'My chance to get my life back.

'And this time, I wasn't going to bottle out.'

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