Shank

'..Intensifying population pressure.

'The Prime Minister speaking from Brussels today ordered more military reinforcements.

'And a royal spokesman hinted King William would not be returning to...'

This film contains some violent scenes

This film contains very strong language

PANTS

ENGINE REVS PANTS

ENGINE REVS PANTS

TYRES SCREECH

GIRL SCREAMS PANTS

ENGINE REVS

GROANS

TYRES SCREECH PANTS

Hey!

GASPS

GROANS

PANTS

GROANS AND PANTS

GRUNTS

PANTS

PANTS

PANTS

PLANE PASSES OVERHEAD

DOG BARKS

BARKING CONTINUES

METAL CLANGS

WHISTLES

Why you running for?

-I'm just running out of that area.

-Why you running, though?

We're cool, innit?

What?

You trying to move to me? Relax.

Why you so shook?

You ain't slipping. We just wanna talk to you, fam.

GROANS

Hold him down.

HUBBUB

-Go on!

-Get off me! Argh!

Argh!

GROANS

Argh!

'Streets proper sticky these days.

'London, where beauty hides in the squalor.

'Every day you know it could be you getting killed.

'Still... I wake up and that could be me today.

'This is how we live.

'So you've gotta be prepare, gotta know heads.

'And I've got plans.

'Of violence.

'Only way of getting heard these days.

'Children hustling, children killing.

'You're stepping on toes. You're getting balled, getting shanked.

'Childhood, that died a long time ago.

'Fucking pigs never done nuffink for me and fam.

'They don't support our community. Man, fuck the support!

'Them rich mans they are privatising community support.

'Government's sold it all up.

'So they can't touch them no more.

'Scum stick to their slums and the rich stick to their safe zones.

'Government don't direct funds no more,

'so we gotta take it for ourselves.

'And you gotta be on this ting, cos if you ain't...

'if you ain't one of us...

'then you're a victim.

'Plain...and simple.'

'They call me Junior. I'm The Getaway Kid.

'Always magic 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 it made him strong, man.

'Hope I grow up like Rager, he's the boss.

'I wanna be boss one day too.'

SUCKS TEETH 'Pretty boy, Sweet Boy.

'Thinks he's a ladies' man. Thinks he's too rough. Chatting bare shit,

'saying he's got enough choong tings.

'I just call him, Pompadom.

'Now this is Kickz. Kebab Face I call him.

'He's supposed to do the driving,

'but most of the time he's just busy cleaning his fucking crepz.

'Craze. Says he's ex-army, but man is lying.

'He only ever played Call of Duty 4.

'Whatever, innit? Made him a bit of a psycho still.

'Oh, and that's Dutty. Dutty's "dutty" cos he shits everywhere.

'He just a dizzy puppy though, we don't go nowhere without him.

'We're all busy making cash, just trying to make a living.

'Busy on the paper chase.

'That's why we call ourselves the Paper Chasers.

'Me and Rager, our mum died when I was ten.

'He promised he'd always look after me.

'He was always smart. Even back then he was running with the man.

'Violent mans they were, but he got out.

'He knew the only way to survive since the country went to shit,

'was do some good business, business selling munchies.

'Things got bare sticky, so we got some boyz together.

'Knew only way of staying safe

'was getting different man from different endz.

'See, back then, Sweets, Craze, Kickz, they got smart too.

'And good timing.

'Cos them man, back in the day, went hungry or got killed.

'Now they owe Rager for that, he's like a brother to them.

'We gotta lie low because of all the feuding,

'but we stick tight like brothers now.'

SHOUTING

'Drugs and guns, don't see them round here no more,

'not for a time. Still, munchies that's what mans want.

'That's all anyone needs now, munchies.

'I wouldn't do no killing, just robbing and that.

'That's how we don't get killed most times.

'Ah, we get the best munchies. You get me like!'

HUBBUB

-Hey!

-Fuck off!

CHATTER

-Nah. Nah. OK.

-Grab it quick!

CHATTER

SNIFFS

-Are you good, yeah?

-Yeah.

You never cease to amaze me.

Third world London and you and your boys just keep on keeping on.

Can't take no holidays, man. You think this is easy?

-Junior...you are outta style.

-BOTH LAUGH

-LAUGHS How business?

-Good.

What you got for me?

-How's your brother?

-Which one?

Your brother brother?

Ah, he's good.

Same old same old.

-This is good. More of this.

-CHICKENS CLUCK

I'll give you a hundred.

Pah!

-200.

-400, man.

-200's all I've got.

-See you later.

-300.

-Are you stupid? I already told you I got plans.

-Shh!

400.

Hurry up, then. LAUGHS

350.

SNIFFS

You know I bring you the best munchies.

CHUCKLES See you later, yeah?

See you later.

Be safe.

CHUCKLES

MUSIC: "Sticks and Stones" by Skepta

GROANS

# It's all sticks and stones

# Yeah, it's all sticks and stones

# It's sticks and stones

# You betta bring some sticks and stones

# It's all sticks and stones Betta bring some sticks and stones

# Punch one to the left I'll make your lip bleed

# The rest is alone... # GRUNTS # ..Words can't hurt me

# Forget the Chinese whispers

# Gets us back with a brand-new banger for the listeners

# Man dem hate with the ladies

# When they take pictures, I go hard from New Year's Day to Christmas... #

SIGHS

Come here. Towel.

SIGHS

-SIGHS

-So?

-350.

-OK.

SIGHS

LAUGHS

-There's 340.

-Yeah, I bought something.

-What?

-Sweets.

-GROANS

-Them sweetmeats On the street Bengalis.

-I was hungry.

-You know that rots your guts.

And you know it tastes good too.

Come. Come. Come on!

That's for the boys.

-So how long now? SIGHS:

-Just relax, man.

Just gotta keep doing what we're doing.

-You said we'd go this year.

-You've gotta be patient.

Yeah, but how long? SIGH

-Just give it a couple more weeks.

-That's what you said last week.

You're the one who comes in with small change.

Cos all we ever rob is small things.

So go out there and get us a big ting then.

How come I always have to go to the market?

-You go down there next time.

-No.

You know I got beef out there.

These youths just wanna war. Out of sight, outta mind.

Anyway, to the boss like me, you have to do what I say, innit?

I hear them Souljahz Are gonna start robbing munchies too.

Yeah, but them different. Stay away from their block, blood. Yeah?

Gotta keep out of this postcode bullshit.

-We've gotta keep hidden.

-Yeah, but so are they.

-No-one knows where Tugz is hiding.

-Yeah, but they're still active.

Just be cool and stay sharp. Got kids killing kids everywhere.

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

-Plain and simple. You understand?

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

I'm not leaving this city until we've got proper Ps.

-We've got loads!

-No, we don't. Not enough!

We need to be prepared if we're gonna move out to the wilds.

At least we'll be safe if we move.

-SIGHS

-Safe?

Let me show you how to be safe. Come on.

Come on. Come on, move!

Move! Bah! Bah! Huh?

-Are the boyz coming with us?

-If they're gonna live like nomads.

-They won't hack it.

-Listen.

You're my brother but they're family too. Don't forget that.

Bah! Bah! Strong, yeah?

Ready?

-What you scared for?

-I'm not scared, man.

Look, do it strong. Bang! Up, yeah. Right?

That's it. That's it.

Bah! That's it. Strong! Strong!

GRIME MUSIC

-Uh?

-I can see you down there. Bad boy, Take that! Boom!

Hey, get off, man. Come on. Get up.

All right, go and get us Some munchies, yeah?

-Big ting this time.

-LAUGHS

Come here. You know I love you, right?

-Urgh! You're...!

-Shut up!

Move, boy! I wanna see dust like Usain. Come on!

LAUGHS

GROANS

GROANS

'I don't go to school no more. They closed the schools in the slums down.

'Now I draw maps. It's my homework now.

'Always on the lookout for munchies.'

ROTORS WHIR

SIREN WAILS

'Enough youths on the roads, they're different these days,

'But Tugz, man's a psycho!

'They say he beat up his own mum.

'Now everyone's postcodes.

'Trying to move on all these blocks, bring beef.

'I've gotta stay out of his way. Enough said.'

Blood, where you been? Huh? What's going on?

Get off me!

-Go and get that box.

-Cool.

Come on, you've been out all day, you gotta have something.

-Get that one for me as well.

-Bruv!

-You can't pick up two boxes, bruv?!

-You know, too lazy, innit?

Look at you struggling.

See that. We'll make a Souljah out of you yet.

So, what's the plan?

All right. Easy job.

One truck, two guards with sticks.

-There's gonna be drinks on this one.

-What's going on, little man.

-Yes, Kickz.

-So, what do we need?

-Usual.

-Let's keep this one safe, yeah?

No killing. Even if we gotta go hungry.

Don't worry, fam. Like I told you and my mum back in the day...

-What?

-My brain is still big, bruv. LAUGHS

-You listening to this little fool. So all of us, yeah?

-Yeah.

-What size truck?

-Normal.

-Security?

-Two.

-No slipping.

-No, I got plans, man.

Coupla young 'uns might be on it still.

-Know what, I banged a girl there?

-Blood, stop your lies, man.

-Don't it make you sick?

-You always lying.

-Whose lying? You know I get pussy.

-Get off, man!

-We need an escape route.

-I've done it.

-Where?

I dunno. I got a bad feeling about this one.

-Craze!

-Boy, come here.

-GROANS

-Come, man!

-Come on, man.

-GROANS

Morning! Why did you get me out of bed?

-Look at those manky treads.

-They're crepz.

-I thought crepes was pancakes?

-You know how much these cost?!

-Not bothered.

-Both shut up!

-Stop fucking about!

-You need to fix up.

-The truck's coming in half an hour.

-Come here, boy.

-Come here, boy.

-WHISTLES

Come here. Come here.

-Come here.

-Focus, blood!

Be on point. We don't know when we're gonna eat again.

So in, out.

No long ting.

-I'm driving.

-I'm driving.

-I'm driving, blood.

Shut up the both of youse.

Look, gates, guards.

Let's go. Move out.

-I'm driving.

-I'm driving.

-No, I'm driving.

-I'm driving.

-Cos I'm the driver, innit?

-ALL ARGUE

I drive. That's what I do.

Oi! Haven't you fuckers forgotten something?

These!

LAUGHS

CHATTER

Come on, man, shut up! You're making way too much noise.

-Button it.

-DOG BARKS

-MIMICS BEATBOX

-# And it's all nutrition

# Fix some magic in the kitchen

# I need, that's why I'm on this mission

# I need, I need, I need the finger-licking chicken!

# I need some finger-licking chicken

# South, south shove it in my mouth, mouth, mouth

# I don't know what I'm on about

-# But without the food in me belly that's... #

-Wait up!

-Hold up!

-# ..Chicken! #

SIREN WAILS

Fuck the support, man.

-You sure there's only two man on this?

-Trust me, man.

-When I ever brought waste?

-Might see one of my girls round here.

No-one cares about your girls. How come we never see you with them?

-I don't see you with girls.

-Why you have to lie?

-Shut up, you little virgin.

-Bruv, chill.

-Ooh!

-Fucker!

-What?!

-Come on, bloods.

-That's my brother, bruv.

-So teach him.

The only stunner this idiot's ever spoken to is me.

-ALL LAUGH

-See that, that's dead.

What you gonna teach me anyway, Pompadom?

Listen, when you go up to a girl, you've gotta know what to say.

Check me out. "Are your feet tired?

"Cos you've been running around my mind all day, baby."

-Are you mad?!

-It works for me all the time.

And you've gotta get some moves. Watch.

Stop there, blood. This ain't Bollywood, man!

This is how you skank. # Skank I wanna see them munchies skank

# Skank I wanna see them munchies skank

# Milk, rice, cheese and spam

# I wanna see them munchies skank. #

-Get me.

-You lot stupid?

Fix up, man! This is how you skank.

# It's time to get munchies

# It's time to get munchies

-# It's time to get munchies. #

-This is how you dance up north.

ELECTRO-DANCE MUSIC

MUSIC: "Stick Up" by Dotstar # All the girls in the club

# Want to hold me for ransom

# Cos I'm young and I'm fly and they think that I'm handsome

# It's a sleeper, boy Yeah, it's a sleeper, baby

# It's a sleeper, boy Yeah, it's a sleeper, baby... #

DANCE MUSIC ON RADIO

-I said they'd be on scooters, for a quick getaway.

-Yeah.

Of course, Donny.

Wish I could have a Big Mac. Just one.

If we pull this off, I'm gonna bring you one.

-And a filet-o-fish.

-You don't know where to get Big Macs.

I know a freezer full of Big Macs.

-That's gonna be enough old.

-It's frozen.

-I miss Ronald.

-Maybe fries and that too.

-Lads, don't get ahead of ourselves.

-The fries, you know that.

And that mad mayonnaise they put in them cheese burgers.

That's the Big Mac, you dumb jalaf rice.

-You know what I mean, you pussyhole!

-GRUNTS

You see that, blood. That's how you make a man flinch real fast.

Carry on and I'll fucking shoot ya.

No, you won't. You ain't got nothing. No burner, no borer,

just a dirty little dog.

MIMICS BARKING

Here. Pull in here.

HORN BEEPS

HITS HORN REPEATEDLY

INDISTINCT CHATTER

-How you doing?

-Doing well.

-Come on.

-Ah, flipping hell!

-Shh!

Good, boy.

MEN CHATTER IN STORE

-DUTTY BARKS

-Get him!

Fuck off, you bitch!

Fuck! Get in!

-INDISTINCT COMMENT

-Come here!

Yargh!

Get the fuck out now! Hurry up! Go!

Ah!

Oh, yes, boys! Well done!

I told you, man!

Boys. Boys.

Boys! Boys!

-That's the Souljahz.

-Man, there's a fuck load of 'em!

-What they doing down these ends?

-Let's fucking do them, boys!

-Who did you tell about this?

-No-one!

They're just youngers not olders. They're reckless.

-Why they wanna fight us? We don't run the postcodes.

-So what.

It ain't about the postcodes, it's about munchies.

They're coming to jack this truck. They must've got a tip off, Junior.

Let's move out before we get duppied out here.

-Go!

-What you fucking looking at, you...?!

-Let's go!

-Bunch of fucking rabble!

-Junior, where you going?!

ENGINE REVS

Yeah!

What are you doing?!

SCREAMING

PANTS

TYRES SCREECH

GROANS

GRUNTS

GASPS Argh!

Argh!

Argh!

-Argh!

-What you waiting for? Get back to the manor! Go!

-What?

-That's my brother, man! Are you lot mad?!

-That's my brother!

-Get off!

GROANS SHOUT OVER EACH OTHER

Argh!

GROANS

PIPE CLATTERS GROANS

PANTS

GROANS

GROANS GASPS

GROANS

PANTS

PANTS

Fuck him up!

HUBBUB

Fuck him!

WHIMPERS

He stole my munchies!

Fuck him! Yeah!

GROANING AND YELLING

I'm gonna kill him.

Gonna do it now. Today.

Go up his block and kill him.

Do him.

I reckon we should do 'em all. Murder all those fucking Souljahz.

What's that gonna do, bro?

-I... I knew this weren't the one.

-There's nothing we can do.

We're not gonna kill anyone. These guys are reckless.

-He was MY brother.

-We know he was, all right.

He was all our brother. We've all lost someone!

What, you wanna go on some revenge mission?

-What you gonna do? Look at the size of you.

-It's nothing to do with size

-Eye for a fucking eye!

-That's gonna mean war.

-So be it.

It's out of hand. I'm about business. I'm not killing anyone.

And I'm definitely not taking no orders off no 14-year-old.

SIGHS

What do you wanna do?

I want him dead.

-Let's go and see Breezer.

-The Somalis? Are you daft?

-What, they gonna sell us wedding videos and scrap metal?

-Shut up!

-Let's kill the lot of 'em, man!

-What about those promises you made.

What's the point in not protecting your family, bruv?

I'm not going back to being starving.

I have...to kill him.

-Oi!

-SPEAKS SOMALI

MEN CHAT IN SOMALI

What do you want?

I've come to see Breezer, man.

WHISTLES

Breezer.

Breezer, he's who Sweet Boy used to roll with.

He's too funny. Runs with some crazy Somalis now though.

Ain't going let them lot scare me.

They into some DEEP shit!

Follow me.

AFRICAN AND BHANGRA INFLUENCED MUSIC

-What's this?

-Khat, bruv. Try it.

Yeah, Sweet Boy!

-What's going on? Good to see you.

-What you doing now?

I got some trouble, man. I need your help.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

-Ain't like you lot.

-Yeah, I know.

-Come tell me, son.

Sit.

-You know, Rager, yeah?

-Yeah.

He got killed today, man.

Fuck!

-Who?

-Fucking Tugz!

Tugz? The fucker!

-What can I do you for?

-Junior wants him dead.

Listen, mate...these Souljahz,

you gotta go chat with the olders on the other side of their block.

And if they ain't listening, there ain't nothing you can do.

Unless you want war. And you best get mobilised for that.

-These young 'uns are mad sticky, mate.

-These lot are different.

Hmm.

Yo, Sweets, got any munchies?

Not carrying anything, man, seriously.

Man, I'm starving!

Time was once I had a nice fucking whip.

A bird indoors make me tea every night and sucking me off.

You man ain't got no whip. You're driving BMXs.

-What d'you know, son?!

-HUBBUB

I had it all, mate. You shoulda seen me.

Now I'm swapping scrap metal for sausages.

-You get homemade one in Clarpton.

-It's Clapton, blood!

-Like I'm bothered.

-Nah, mate.

LAUGHS

You gonna sort me out some of that fresh pork?

We coulda done before, but we got robbed.

-That's why we're here.

-So what we gonna do now?

Listen, you get these oldies onside

and they'll brush up these youngers just for the fun of it.

We have to find out where they hide first, innit?

BELL RINGS

'Sometimes you gotta do things On your own.

'Take revenge by yourself.'

# Locked in like dem man are hard

# Everybody's locked in like dem man are hard hard

# I'm that lyrical father Name an MC that spits harder

# Look you really ain't my partner Cos you really ain't my partner

# Ain't got time for muckin' around Just know when we're in town we'll take you down

# Get in the back, man

# Gettin' around but I'm getting every man addicted to the sound

# Addicted to the sound like crack and it's all sold out

# It's fully packed, dirty stank I will fully back

# If a boy try his ting I will pull it back

# It's a must, it's a must I'll lyrically make a man eat my dust

# I'm a deep pan and you're thin crust

# Trust me I'm deep with the mic, trust men are hard

# Hard, locked in like dem men are hard

# Locked in like dem men are hard Everybody's locked in like dem men are hard

# Hard, hard Locked in like dem men are hard

# Locked in like dem men are hard Everybody's locked in like dem men are hard

# Hard, them men are soft but us men are hard

# Spent bare years in the game

# And no we've never been parred

-# A coupla men tried it

-Oh?

# But they didn't get far and they ended scarred

# Look, this game is a walk in the forest

# Looking for a bear, man

# Has anyone seen one? Where, man?

# I remember guys talking tough but I'm still here, fam... #

GROANS

-GROANS

-Where the fuck you going?

We're in this together, OK?

Let's go to the manor pub, them man might help.

-Let's get outta here quickly.

-Let's go.

-Come on.

Ah, fuck it!

Let's go. Come on, Duts.

CHATTER

Fucking Craze!

'Beano, probably the maddest man I've ever met.

'Never seen one man win a fight against him.

'He's got beef with Craze since he left his crew.

'Nothing much he can do now except kill him.

'Cos Craze is only trying to make an honest living.

'Only thing that saves him

'is his bringing Beano his favourite tinned beans every coupla weeks.'

What the fuck is this, son? Huh?

-What you doing up in my manor?

-Chill out. It's all good here.

OK. You got some grub for us, have you?

Listen, we can do business tomorrow, yeah?

First we need something in return.

Is that a fact?

I need to find this wasteman, Tugz.

Listen, son...

tell me why I shouldn't just give you a slap right now?

He killed my brother.

Your brother?

CHAIR CREAKS

-DUTS GROWLS

-Sit down!

Fam.

Let me tell you a story, you can learn from it.

So listen.

When I was a feisty lickle young 'un like yourself,

fulla energy,

looking up at London like... like it's some giant gash...

..waiting... just waiting to get mashed!

LAUGHS

And I thought, "I'm gonna grow up and show all these fools.

"Show them who's got the balls around here."

-Little tiny that I was, you know.

-CLEARS THROAT

BELCHES

GAGS

You see, for every action... there's a reaction.

They call that Chaos Theory.

What you gotta ask yourself is, do you want a life of chaos, huh?

You want a reaction to your actions, huh?

Something I call the Caterpillar Effect.

See, the Butterfly Effect means you got a butterfly,

ain't really bothering about what effect it might be having,

but that butterfly shaking his wings,

unbeknownst to himself, might set off a tornado...

..halfway across the planet.

And that, son, is gonna come back on him one day.

The same way the tings you're doing now is gonna come back on you too.

-I tell you what, Beano, fuck you.

-Sit down, boy!

-You got some ill manners.

-Yeah, cheeky little twat!

And you can shut up an' all!

Little man...

..don't let nobody fuck with you, yeah,

but don't go about fucking with other people either.

Butterfly...

pussying around flapping its wings, chaos.

Caterpillar sits in its sac, not messing with nothing.

That's what we're trying to do, we're just like you.

-LAUGHS

-Is that a fact?

LAUGHS

I like you lot, you know.

See, but right now, you come round, flapping your wings in my pub.

We don't care about no tiny's gang! We don't care about your beef!

But this ain't about you or them, it's about me and my brother!

-Shh!

-Look, I need your help, man.

Like how you's always bringing us decent munchies,

I ain't gonna 'ave you all up.

But...you're still on my toes here.

You come in here asking me to snitch on some little tiny.

It's an insult!

So...I reckon...

..we should let the dogs settle this.

Ah! Don't get shook, boy.

Your mutt...takes mine...

..and I'll tell you where the pussy's local spot is at.

Or...your mutt...

..gets thrown off the top of the roof.

-Put him out of his misery I say.

-LAUGHS

I'm not having that. Fuck that!

Oh, no! No!

Maybe I didn't make it clear.

You see...this wasn't a, "Yeah, I'd be up for that,"

or, "No, maybe some other time," kinda question.

It was a, "Yes, Beano," kind of question.

-Look, Beano, you can fight me, not my dog.

-Ooh!

I heard you lot was a non-violent lot.

OK, I fucking tell you what, my dog'll have any of your dirty mutts.

Let's go!

GRIME MUSIC PLAYS

SPEECH INAUDIBLE MUSIC TRACK DOMINATES

SNARLING

SHOUTING

Give me that jacket! Give me it!

Give me it!

Hey, yo, deal's a deal!

Son!

I ain't no snitch!

SIGHS

Go check Papa's chicken shop... down that way.

Come.

SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY

Papa. He's harmless. Thinks he's a proper star in the hood.

Just an old man now. Kickz used to work with him driving his vans.

He had a good business.

Since things went down, he's run a nasty-arsed chicken shop.

Kickz and Papa go way back.

Kickz owes Rager, otherwise he would have starved.

Excuse me, are your feet tired?

"Excuse me, are your feet tired?"

-Shut up, you knob!

-What?!

-What's going on, Papa?

-Kickz, my main man!

How you doing, boys? Fancy a bit of rare game?

Fresh and hot. KFP!

Nah, we all right, we just ate.

-What the fuck is KFP?!

-Kentucky Fried Pigeon, brother.

-Ah, mate, that's just wrong!

-You got a problem with the cuisine,

-write to the head office!

-I'm looking for someone.

And who might that be, little man?

-His name is Tugz.

-Never heard of him.

-You've heard of the Strictly Murkin Souljahz, innit?

-Maybe.

Listen, old man Papa, tell us what you know

-or I'll smash your teeth in, you pigeon bandit.

-Relax, our kid.

You're gonna crack nuts with your little claw hammer?

Where I grew up, we had fights the old-fashioned way,

man on man in the street with your fists and nothing else.

That's how beef got settled back then.

You see these, had 'em knocked out in a scrap when I was 20.

And I picked 'em up and pushed them back in

-and I carried on fighting.

-What you chatting about?

I'm chatting about things you ought to be listening to, son.

-You lot ain't even hard.

-Shut up, Pudgey!

Get busy with the supper, yeah?

Where's all this violence gonna get ya?

Youth these days learn how to kill as soon as they step out of Pampers.

Just get to the point, all right.

The point is, yeah, I heard of these little Souljah mugs,

but I don't know where they hang out. Or Tukz, Ticz.

-Useless, man!

-All right.

What do you want with these boys anyway?

He killed his brother.

I do know where some of their little jezzies hang out.

-Are you a nonce or summat, mate?

-Watch your mouth, you northern cunt!

Nah! One time they robbed a bunch of knives from the back of the shop.

This little mug, Pudge, weren't keeping his fucking eyes open.

But I see 'em trying to leg it, so I chased 'em down the road

and I see where they all hang out, big fucking gaggle!

Where are they?

-Go look on the old Routemaster that floats around the estates.

-Safe.

BARKING

BARKING

Oi! Oi! Oi! Tickets!

£10 from all of ya.

-Don't I know you?

-Nah, man, I don't know you.

And keep the bloody noise down!

-CHICKEN CLUCKS

-So where are all these girls?

Just relax, man. When they come, I'll talk to 'em.

Do you think they can resist this?

-You talk proper bloody shite.

-Amar bogha khow

Exactly.

'Sometimes, like I say...you wake up and know you could killed today.

'You never think it might be you doing the killing.

'But when you lose someone you love...

'everything, and I mean everything... changes.'

CRAZE: # You can't get a girlie

# Yo, yo

# You can't get no gally gally They all want to be pally pally

# I expect that they not as sally

# Little bit they don't like his... You can't get no... #

-Fucking prick!

-# ..You can't get no... #

-Shut up, man!

HUMS

Shit!

-BELL

-What?! these pricks upstairs?

GURLZ CHATTER

Oh, my God!

-The Paper Chase-ing fools!

-We're looking for someone.

I hear you is going out of business. What you gonna do?

Hey, you old goat, no way!

-We choose not to use violence.

-We fucking do. So what you saying?

-You twat!

-Why you want Tugz anyway?

-We've gotta settle something.

-Don't worry about that. We're looking for Tugz.

-We gotta settle something. That's all you need to know.

-Listen, man, ain't nobody coming on my route

and telling me what I gotta know and what I don't, dickheads.

-Either you lot step off or we gonna do youse.

-Just relax, girls.

-All we want is some information.

-Boy! You see the thing is, yeah,

-I heard one of you skets been mashing him.

-What?!

-BOTH LAUGH

-What?! That's it!

MUSIC: "Warning" by MZ Bratt ft Bruza and Tinie Tempah

-Fuck off!

-Get off me, man!

HUBBUB

GLASS SMASHING GIRL SCREAMS Move, man!

HUBBUB

Get out the way, man!

ALL SHOUT

-Get back, you fucking whore!

-Fuck you!

-Fuck!

Fucking cow!

We did fuck all, did we?

DISTANT SIREN WAILS

SIGHS

It's hard, bruv, but maybe we should get back now.

-Rager always said no killing.

-And now he's fucking dead!

I'm going after Tugz today, no matter what you or Kickz says.

Come on then! We don't need these fucking faggots!

Hold up, man, we're coming.

We can't leave him on his own, he's family.

Eh, wait up, man!

METALLIC CLANGING

-WHISTLES

-Oi, lads, wait up!

-Fuck off, man!

-We wanna talk.

-We don't wanna fight.

-What do you want, man?

-Relax, yeah.

-We can help you.

-You looking for Tugz?

-What do you know about, Tugz?

-I knew you was looking for him,

so I went an' got my girls, innit?

I'm Ree Ree. This is my sister, Tash. That there's Little Lexy.

-She don't say much.

-That's Junior.

Craze. Kickz. And I'm Sweet Boy.

-Why you looking for him?

-He killed my brother.

-Then, we gotta talk, mate.

-Why do they call you Tash?

-Is it cos you got a tache, sket?

-Call me sket again,

-I will punch you in your balls.

-You wanna give me a hand job?

-Wouldn't even fit in there, mate.

-It'd fit in your mouth, wouldn't it?

-You should be treated for anorexia?

-Ain't my fault we're all hungry.

-And these are my parts.

-You like me being in your parts, sket?

-You fuck!

-Fuck off!

-Stop it, man!

-Fuck you!

-What are you doing?!

-Tell me where Tugz is!

We're coming with you cos we've got something to settle as well.

-He's got it coming!

-Tasha, shut up!

-What's he done to you?

-Little fucker's done plenty.

DISTANT BARKING

-What, was you his girl?

-Fuck that! I was with his cousin.

We were cool till he started slapping me about.

So I left him. He didn't like it, did he?

Got Tugz to follow me home from school and did that to me.

-Well, that's not very nice, is it?

-You little fucking prick!

It's all right. I'm here, yeah.

I'm here now. We're gonna do this. Together.

Hey, what?! Have you lot finished your little picnic now?

Seriously, man, I'm tired, I'm hungry,

and my crepz are dirty.

I'm gonna go cotch.

Come on, people, we gotta go.

'Seems like nowhere's safe.

'Not any more. The city's gone feral.

'All the kids come out to play, skets, bad men, rude boys, shorties.

'It ain't safe no more.

'It's how things are now.' GLASS SMASHES

GLASS SMASHES

Hey, wait!

What's the plan?

We need some help. Seen how big Tugz' gang is? Need some backup, mate.

-Who's gonna back you up, you chav? Look at you.

-Look at your trainers!

-You get them in 2005?

-2006, actually.

-Really?

-Yeah!

-HUBBUB

Hey, dickheads!

In case you lot forgot, my fucking brother is dead!

Are you all gonna stop chatting about crepz and fucking pussy.

You lot need to fix up, man! I'm not joking about with you no more!

All right, let's go. Let's figure out a plan. Come on!

-Where is this place?

-Fine. Fucking follow me!

Do you girls live here? How do you make your money?

Sell drinks, whatever we can. Just trying to survive.

-Have you got a lighter?

-I have, yeah.

I'm starving, man!

Yeah, well, we haven't got any food here.

But...we have got some Cuban rum, boyz!

-Man! Crack it open.

-LAUGHS

-So who's helping us?

-You heard of them Originals?

-I've heard of 'em.

-Well, relax, innit?

It's our cousin's boyz. We'll take you to him later.

-But for now...

-Oh, my God! A fucking spliff!

I knew you was safe under all that jezzie front.

Junior, sit down, yeah?

We'll go to their club. It's gotta be after midnight.

LAUGHS

Where you going, man?

Junior! Junior! Come here, duck!

Junior!

-DOG WHINES

-Oh, my God!

You got a fucking iPod!

-Is it Touch or Nano?

-You got a PlayStation?

-I'd fucking murk you at FIFA, mate.

-It's about Pro Evolution.

-No, FIFA.

-It's Pro Evo!

-We ain't got a PlayStation.

-FIFA.

-Pro Evo, blood.

-FIFA.

-It's Pro Evo!

-FIFA!

-Pro Evo. Whatever, man!

-ALL LAUGH

-He's a fucking weirdo, man.

DISTANT CHATTER

MUSIC: "If I Had Changed My Mind" by Tom Vek

# If I said that we could fly

# Around the world 2,000 times

# If I said that, baby, your smile

# Had taken me by surprise

# If I had changed my mind

# Would I be here?

# If I had changed my mind

# Er would I be here?

# Huh

# Come on

# Come on

# You groan to passing our guests

# Your car has run out of gas

# Oh, if I said, "You're working too hard"

# Wa ah ah

# Said, "Would you be there in my mind?"

# If I had changed my mind

# Would I be here?

# Be here?

# If I had changed my mind... #

MUSIC: "Ninja We Ninja Dub" by Kalbata

GASPS AND PANTS

GASPS

SIGHS

Wake up.

SIGHS

SHOUTS: Hey, wake up!

Kickz, man, it's time to get up. We gotta go, man.

-It's time to go!

-LAUGHS

Kickz! Kickz, get up, man!

Oi, Kickz, you fucking knob! Get up!

We've got things to do, mate!

Oh, fucking hell! Come on!

Eurgh! That's nasty!

BELCHES

'I never thought I'd be asking myself,

'"Am I ready to kill a boy?"

'Life! It seems it just keeps giving you hard questions.

'And if you're ready or not, you gotta answer them.'

MUSIC: "Next Hype" Tempa T

# Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm still about

# Thanks Don't watch the hype

# Mic! Neck tight!

# This is for my fam You get me?

# Man still spitting You get me?

# What kind of things that you have

# When I find out don't expect me to stop

# I'll come for the Ps that you stack

# And come for all the food that you block

# Better hand over the bag Your boyz don't wanna see you shot

# If I kick down doors to your flat I'll clear out your house on the spot

-# Clear!

-All the things in your house

-# Clear!

-All the things in your fridge

-# Smash!

-All your plates on the rack

-# Clear!

-All your kids' toys

-# Clear!

-# All your CD racks

# You won't get none of your CDs back

# Drag off your curtain rail from the wall

# Kick off your HD TV from the stand

# Run up the stairs into rooms, flip the mattress and search for the cash

# Make me look down the barrel of a match

# It's not worth your life just put this back

# It's too late to lock up the latch

# I can smell the flow just out the batch

# I'm not here to relax and drink your wine

# Just pull out the bag... #

-What do you want?

-We've come to see, Whisper.

# ..Pax man straight in his eyes

# They floored me I was lookin' at the sky

# Ha, now I have to go... #

Who the fuck's Whisper?

-Go inside and fucking ask.

-Fuck off!

# ..Man in a field flying a kite Roll man down on the grass with a knife... #

Who the fuck are you lot?

# ..From afar I can hear screams from his wife, run after man let me draw for his life

# Blood's pouring I got stains off the knife, he lies dead

# In the field overnight I'm sick when I dream I won't think of them twice

# What do you know about the all-star pars Don't see a man driving his car... #

Listen, mate, they're his fucking cousins, yeah?

-So you...!

-HUBBUB

# ..Smash the windows Drag the man out the car

-# Drapes!

-Get out the car! If you don't get out the car... #

Come on, I ain't got all fucking night!

Just give him some money.

# Light up your whip and all of your spars

# Watch some of them roll out of the car

# Run down the road I'm chasing from afar Why didn't they comply at the start?

-# Tryna hype up on the mic While I spray my bars on the mic

-Slap!

-Don't hype up on the mic

-# Kick!

-Now who here wants to fight? Strangle mic

# With a microphone lead Bax man hit with the side of the mic

# Shout at man I'm not taking it light

# Drag man down to the floor us fight

# Have to punch up that's right In me, I don't know why

# Bax! Fix man straight in the eyes Told me I was looking at this guy

# Ha, now I have to go blind

# That boy there is gonna die... #

Any trouble from you lot,

I'm gonna cut your thumbs off

and give 'em to Reg to put on his grill.

Now, a few rules.

# ..The screams from his wife Run after man, me draws for his life

# Blood pouring I got stains off the knife

# He lies dead in the fields overnight, I'm sick when I think I won't dream of them twice... #

And if I find out you're fucking lying,

I'll grab all your heads and fucking crack 'em together.

You fucking understand!

# ..WOY! Straight down there I locked on the sight

# Now he's down there So I jumped downstairs

# Now who wants to fuck around in here?

# Stay down keep your head to the ground

# Dunno I'll shoot your head top off clear

# No... #

One more fucking rule, you herbers.

# ..This is kicking off right here

# Dunno we got the shotgun here... #

-No tools and no dogs.

-Oh, shut the fuck up!

-Tasha! Oi!

-HUBBUB

Shut your fucking mouth! Shut it!

# ..Boy off the ting You're screaming, "Please don't, boy off the ting"

# I have to hush up guy That's right in me I don't know why

# Pax man straight in his eyes

# They floored me I was looking at the sky

# Ha, now I have to go blind

# That boy there I say he's gonna die

# You're not bad, you're a mug... #

I'll stay out here, shall I?!

Fucking sound! Brilliant!

Yo! Live in the building.

It's D Double E - Signal.

Yo. Yo.

D DOUBLE E: # Just keep it up, man It's very original

# That's very original Never heard that from another individual... #

JUNIOR: 'Whisper. Everyone's heard of him.

'The cold, white shark.

'The original. He runs a block.

'And nobody fucks with him.

'Nobody does nothing without his say so.

'See, if I'm going after Tugz. I need his blessing,

'else he'd kill me sooner than drinking a cup of tea.

'Tugz is hiding on his block, but Whisper won't make a move

'till he gets a good reason and since Tugz cut up his cousin,

'he's our last chance now.'

RAPID-FIRE RAP LYRICS

# ..I put it in the rent and everybody goes mental

# The very crude turns to gentle

# The MC don't get me mental... #

INDISTINCT LYRICS

# ..From the microphone That's very original

# Never heard that from another individual

# Come across nothing like that that's lyrical

# That's the D Double signal That's very original

# Never heard that from another individual... #

-Yo, is that him?

-Yeah, that's Whisper.

What happened to his throat?

Years ago, a gang of youths tried to kill him.

Bust in, slit his throat, put a gun in a six-month-old baby's mouth,

robbed him for every penny.

He hunted 'em down,

beat every last one of 'em till they weren't breathing no more.

Want some chicken? Fresh from Jamaica.

-It's not pigeon that?

-This no pigeon! Real chicken!

# ..That's the D Double signal... #

Come on.

RAPPING CONTINUES

# ..No toleration for imitation origination equal domination

# That's my solution to the generation... #

-Jamaica! Bob Marley!

-You sound African.

-Are you mad?!

-See, that bit there.

-I'll slap you!

# ..My solution to the generation

# Lose your mind to the imagination... #

Nah, man. Me best friend Africa. Me embrace it. We all African.

# ..That's my invention Let me have to mention... #

-I say, aye, aye. Then you say...

-You don't say it like that.

You see what I mean? You are African. You all are African.

# ..Ooh, ooh, dat ting ting... #

-We all African.

-Is that...?

-You want jerk chicken or what?!

# ..That's very original... #

This ain't real chicken.

-Don't touch my chicken!

-Everyone else has.

-Don't touch.

# ..Heard that from another individual

# That's lyrical That's the D Double signal

# That's very original Never heard that from another individual

# Come across nothing like that that's lyrical That's the D Double signal

# That's the D Double signal

# 100% original

# Newham general

# This ain't been some production Everything's original

# Ooh ooh. #

My cousins here... I'd do anything for them.

They're good girls.

Anything I'd do.

And that includes messing up some youths.

These youths what you got beef with...

..who, I've been hearing, have stepped over the mark anyways.

Now, listen up, if you want revenge on these youths,

we gotta get one thing straight, cos I'll get the boyz down there,

and we'll make some mess for ya,

but...

Come here.

Listen up.

Come here.

You're gonna owe me.

You're gonna owe me for this.

Where I come from, how I come up on all this...

..we have, for all time, operated tit for tat.

So I was always taking something back.

You tell me that you mean this.

Are you certain?

I'm certain, man. I'll do anything.

Just help me find Tugz.

MUSIC: "No More Eatin'" by Plan Bee

# No more eatin' for them now... #

DISTANT SIREN # ..No more eatin' for them now

# No more eatin' no more eatin' for them now

# No more eatin' for them now

# No more eatin' for them now

# No more eatin' for them now...#

DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE

# ..No more eatin' for you now

# No more eatin' for you now

# No more eatin' for you now

# No more eatin' no more eatin' for you now, blood

# No more eatin' for you now

# No more eating for you now... #

Junior, are you sure you wanna do this, yeah?

-Don't worry people, I'm here now.

-Thought you weren't gonna come.

-Pathetic fucking lightweight.

-Shut up, man! I'm here now, innit?

Let's do this.

So, is your cousin definitely comin', yeah?

Yeah, mate. My cousin's comin', don't worry.

Hey, listen, yeah, it's not too late to back out, yeah, cos we can still go back.

-Cos I ain't gonna lie, my tummy's kind hurtin', blood.

-Shut up, man!

-This ain't gonna solve nothing. We can just go.

-We're doin' this.

Junior, you don't wanna do this. You don't wanna get killed the way Rager did.

Look, I got your back. I wanna help you.

You ain't helpin' man! He's gotta make his own decisions.

-So, what? The answer is, we shank them and get shanked back?

-No.

There ain't no answer. We gotta do what we gotta do.

All of us lost someone we loved today, man.

For Rager's sake, I can't let you do this, Junior!

It ain't about the rules. And it ain't about what's right.

It's about killing this pussyhole cos he took away MY brother.

Cos he's all that I had.

No, man. You got us, blood.

Stop being a fucking pussy, yeah!

If you wanna be a pussy, you go and be a fucking pussy somewhere else!

-We don't need you here!

-Tasha, stop, yeah?

(Tugz is here!)

All right, let's fuckin' do it then, people!

Ree Ree, where's yo' cuz, man?

He give his word. He'll be here.

-It's not too late, we can still head back.

-This here, this is real!

We ain't got no choice but to be on this and you know that.

This is for Rager.

Oh, fuck, man, look. This ain't good, man.

-Relax! That's my fucking cousin!

-Oh.

Ready for a scrap then, boys. Ready for a scrap?

Oi! Dutty! Come back here! Oh, you fucker!

You're on MY fuckin' playground now.

YELLING AND GROANING

Where you going?

I fuckin' love you, Whisper!

Yo, boy, Junior.

He owes me now.

Where's Junior?

Junior!

CRIES

I'm so sorry, Rager.

I should've done something.

I should've helped you.

I'm sorry, man.

Why'd you have to die?

I'm sorry I didn't help you.

Listen, fam, I'm sorry.

You fuckin' killed my bruvva!

I didn't know, fam.

You killed him, and I'm gonna fucking kill you, man!

Don't, man. Serious. Dis ain't real.

We can do something. You can roll wiv us.

We got Ps, fam.

You ain't sorry. And I don't want your fuckin' Ps!

I wanna fucking kill ya.

I got paper, man. Take it.

Just don't kill me, yeah?

-I'm sorry.

-You're NOT fuckin' sorry!

Stop fuckin' sayin' that word!

You know what?

Do it, then. Fuckin' do it! Fuckin' kill me!

You know what, blood.

You're a wasteman, yeah.

You're a dickhead.

You're a fuckin' dickhead.

You're a fuckin'...

..wasteman.

YELLS

SCREAMS

'Violence. Only way of gettin' heard.

'If you ain't one of us, then you're a victim.

'Children hustlin'. Children killin'. Steppin' on toes.

'You gettin' bored, gettin' shanked.

'Childhood? That died a long time ago.

'So some days you wake up and think,

'"Today it could be me gettin' killed."

'You lose someone you love and think,

'"Today it could be me doin' the killin'."

'Life give you hard questions, and you gotta be strong, gotta be ready.

'I wanna be strong like Rager. Make him proud.

'But what I really know is two things -

'one, keep strong and get on that paper chase, or you're goin' hungry.

'Plain and simple.

'And two, try and find where the beauty's hidin',

'when you livin' in the squalor.

'You get me?'

MUSIC: "When The Sky Falls" Bashy ft Loick Essien

# It's hard to see it through the pain

# When you're trapped in this world of survival

# I know my heart will make it through the rain

# Whenever the sky falls... #

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