- Ay. Ay. - Oh, look, here we go.
The zombies are back again.
It's them.
Told you lot, don't fuckin' come round here.
Will you just give us a hit, please?
-Where's your P? -He's got it.
-That ain't no fuckin' money, man. -It's got Bluetooth.
Everyone's got Bluetooth, cuz. My ancestors have got Bluetooth.
Bring me something more interesting
like an iPad or something.
Can we just get two white, please? Just come on, man. It's worth two stone.
-Yeah, it's not that bad. Like, you can-- -Yo!
-Fuck off, man. -Dris, the Turks!
Fuck off!
My friend, good news for you.
Yeah, that makes a change.
You going to need monies.
Yeah, I always need monies when it's youse people.
-This time is fifty. -Fifty?
Price is high, my friend.
You want oranges, you want pineapple, you pay more monies, no?
Everybody's paying more monies for everything.
Cars, food, coffee.
It's Brexit.
Speak fuckin' English, man.
My friend say you is a man.
But I say you is woman, no?
Why don't you ask your wife?
-My wife? -Mm-hmm.
Look, you don't want? There's no problem.
Call you later, huh? Tell you place, time.
Dunno why you let him treat us like that, you know that?
Dickhead, little puss, yo!
'Call you later.'
What the fuck does that mean?
What are we sayin'?
Come on, man. Put your arm down.
-Hey, fam, what's wrong with this bike? - You broke it.
No. It just stopped-- Bro, it's fucked.
Bro, it's calm, bro.
Fam, fix it.
-Stop fucking about, man.
- You stop muckin' about, fam. -Fixed!
Why'd you just dash the bike for no reason, bro?
Dunno, bruv.
What you sayin'? You need help with that?
Nah, it's calm, still.
If it's not done soon, I'll have to tuck you in,
-you know that, right? -What?
-Tuck me in? -Yes.
Allow it, man.
- It smells dead, bro. - Shut up! Who you talkin' to?
- I'm talking, bruv. -When's it ready?
- Comin', still. -Come on. Hey.
Hey, don't burn yourself, though, man.
Ready! It's ready.
Smells kinda nice. Looks like you've done well.
-I beg you, move the books off the table. -All right. Chill, innit?
Hurry up, though, Stefan. I got some things I need to be doing, you know.
No, give me it first, man.
-Yeah, I been waitin', bruv. -Pssh!
Let me get a big ting. This actually looks too dank.
-Hey, yo. - Yeah?
Thought it was supposed to be jerk.
Why you always trying to get on to him for? Allow him, man.
Always get on to me when it's my turn.
Don't worry, Stef. It's good.
-Tastes really nice. -You know what, yeah?
Who better at cooking? Me or Aaron? It's me, innit?
-Homeboy, there's no contest. -Yo, don't even lie to the kid, fam.
-You know he's not in my league. -Shut up, man.
Look, he's not even eatin' it, bruv. He's trying to leave.
-Why you not eating it for? -I've got stuff to do, innit?
I'mma come back and eat later. Put it in the fridge for me, yeah?
-Yeah.
Why you laughin' for?
-You're washing up. -Hey, what?
Hey, chill, man. Bruv!
I said you're washing up. Stefan cooked,
and I don't wanna see no dirty pans in the sink
-when I get back, you understand? -Cuz, look, I got two assignments here.
You're washing up.
Stef, make sure you're in bed by nine.
-Yeah. -Love.
-You hear that? -Shut up.
You're washing up. You heard that?
-Shut up. -Wait. Hey, Jamie! Wait, wait, wait!
Hey, Jamie.
Can you wake me up when you come in?
I can't go to sleep unless you come in.
If I have to wake you up, that must mean you're already asleep, Stef.
You're not helping my sex life, bruv. You know that, innit?
-That's disgusting.
Fam, you are chatting shit. Modie ain't said nothin' like that.
You didn't hear him right then, cuz.
Mo said if he gets sent down, Leyton takes over.
What the fuck time you call this, cuz?
Traffic, bro. Nightmare.
What the fuck's that got to do with me? Fuckin' traffic?
Don't keep man waitin', you know? You get me?
Eighteen fuckin' years, G.
That is heavy, bro.
You heard the news, innit? Modie's gone down.
-So, I'm running the fuckin' mandem now.
What're you gonna do about the Turks, big man?
Yeah, fam. The Ps they're askin' for is way too high.
-The mandem can't make no bread like that. -Preach.
I'll chat to the Turks.
When?
What the fuck, 'when'?
-When I'm fuckin' ready, fam! -What're you gonna say?
I'm gonna tell them that their prices need to drop, cuz.
Someone I know, they have food, innit?
They'll sell to us lower than the Turks are.
-Fam, sorted. -Boom!
-Fuck the Turks, bruv. -Fuck the Turks.
So what's gonna happen, yeah,
if you cut out the Turks and go with someone new?
The Turks are gonna find these new people that you've got, yeah,
-fucking kill them!
After they kill them, they'll come back, kill you,
kill me and kill the rest of the fucking Fields mandem.
So what I'm hearing here is instead of taking a fuckin' low price,
we continue paying the high price.
That shit don't make no fucking sense.
I'm gonna talk to the Turks.
Yu very quiet tonight, Dushane.
I'm trying not to take their attention from you, bruv.
Dushane!
Right? From Summerhouse?
-Who're you? -My auntie lives in Summerhouse.
-You know the big high-rise? -Yeah.
I knew it. I knew it, bro. I said to her.
-This my girl, Mandy. -Hi.
Dushane. All right?
I said to Mandy, 'That's Dushane Hill right there.'
But when I first saw you, I couldn't believe it was you.
Babe, this man is an actual legend.
Legend with rum, yeah.
-My cousin, Donovan. -Yo.
His girlfriend, Sheanay.
-So how long you been in Jamaica? -A while.
Yeah? Are you visiting?
-Something like that. -Something like that.
I bet you got all kinda tings running here.
-Nah, man. - Yeah, I bet you do.
Bro, can I get a selfie? Just to show my friends back home?
Yeah, go on, man.
Hey, listen, I've gotta go and talk to someone. Take care, yeah?
All right. All right, thanks, Dushane, yeah.
Ah, pree chargie.
Wah gwaan.
Yo.
Dat chick in there, ready, yah nuh.
Waiting to get plucked, ya si mi?
Gimme that, bro.
A sweet piece of cookie for you.
The post office up in da hills.
So pon Friday, tomorrow Friday...
loan money a run through.
All we haffi to do ah walk in, tek out da money, an come out.
Is it actually fucking real money this time, bro?
Yu nuh, lick ya finger.
Seh lick ya finger.
It's a lick ya finga job, bro.
Hear mi a seh, I seh tomorrow, me ah go follow up wit yu.
Just make sure seh ya ready.
Yo...
yu nah wah opportunity miss yu.
Oh! Again.
-You know I'm gonna get this one, innit? -Go on.
Hey!
-They call me LeBron James! -That was fluke.
Ats is king.
-Whatever. -Come here.
Boy, is this your ball?
Yeah, we're going now.
Can I have my ball, please?
- I need my ball. -You ain't gettin' the ball right now.
I need my ball.
So what?
Shouldn't you be playing netball or something instead?
-Hey, chill. -What?
Chill! Why'd you say that?
-You have to back me, innit? - Chill.
- You have to back me! -Why you backing off?
So you're king, yeah?
Yeah.
Come on, then.
Hey, Roms.
Get the ball.
Ah!
-Ooh! -Yes!
Go on, then.
Go on, Roms!
That's my guy!
- Keep going! - Over here, Ats!
- Yes, Ro!
-Hey! That was a nice shot, boy! -All right, little man!
But don't be scared. All right, you win. That's it.
-You're not gonna shake my hand now? Nah? -Come on, man.
-Bruv, why you being-- -D'you want your ball back or what?
Shake my hand, then.
-Thank you. And you. -That was a hard one, bro.
You ain't got no strong hands, you know. And you.
-Why you guys movin' so stiff, man? -Why you bein' scared for?
-Hey, loosen up, bro. Come on. -Did you not play well?
Trust me, you lot are sick, man. Young Gs, you know? Come on!
-Hey! -In a bit.
- If you lot keep it up
I might have you lot working for me soon.
Trust me!
I'll tellin' you. They're bad trouble.
-You shouldn't mess with them. - I know.
Fam.
-Come on, one more time. -All right, man. All right.
Wait, one more time.
-I'm gettin' it wrong. -Cool.
You're not making sense. He's so bad at coaching.
-That's why he left. - Izzy?
Izzy, now he's the best.
-How is he the best? -People don't leave on Izzy.
Exactly, so you're waffling.
-Dumb. -So jealous.
-Hello, my darling. -Hello.
-How was school today? -Boring.
Boring? School is not boring.
-Learning is not boring. Hello, darling. -Hello.
What is this?
Ats got picked for a school trip today.
Remember? You signed the letter for me to go.
Hm. This is salmon. Smoked salmon.
I didn't get picked 'cause I'm dumb.
You're not stupid, Stefan.
Yeah, he is. He's so dumb.
- What? - Come on, come on.
-What're you talking about? -Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
I've got to go to work now.
Yeah? Your dinner's in the oven. You take it out in 20 minutes.
-Can Stefan have some? -Oh, yeah.
I made plenty for two. Okay?
-Okay. Bye. -Don't forget to brush your teeth.
-Bye, Stefan. -Bye.
-Wah gwaan. -Hm.
Yo.
Mi nah gah tell dat yu ya look good, yu nah cuz.
-Mi madda seh it's a sin fi tell lie. -Get me a coffee and shut your mouth.
Yo. Les?
Lester come by looking for yu today, yu nah.
Yu wann mi advice?
No.
Look here.
Mi like Lester, yu nah, but him run wid sum dangerous people.
Why're you talking so much? Can't you see my head's hurting me?
-No wonder, yu nuh. -Bruv, can you stop talking, please?
Do some work or something.
Sugar crazy, yu nuh! Stay away from him.
-Good morning. How may I help yu? -Hi, Donovan.
-Wah gwaan. - Ah, hello. How yu doing today?
Good, man.
Oh, Dushane.
What're you doing here, cuz?
Is this your business?
No, it's mi dad's business, Perry. Him own da place.
Yu here to hire ah nice car?
Yeah, you know, something for the weekend.
Aight.
Dushane will sort out ah car fi yuh.
-All right. -You got your license, cuz?
Okay.
Safe.
Just fill out that for me. What you sayin', cuz, the Audi, yeah?
Yeah, yeah.
Just follow me out to the car, yeah?
One sec.
Sweet, bro.
Respect.
Hey, come and get me, man.
Yo, look unda de seat.
Unda de seat!
Yu prefferin' renting out cars to tourists dem?
That's not even funny, man.
Dis gonna put sum real money inna yuh pocket.
We go in there, we take the money and we leave, yeah?
No one has to get hurt.
Well, yu av di theory an yu av di practical.
So long as di practical meets di theory, nuh body haffi get hurt.
Sugar know about this?
Sugar...
Sugar nah know, yu know.
Sugar nuh too like when yu killin' dem freelance.
What yu really know about Sugar?
Sugar a serious wicked man, yu hear?
One time mi si Sugar tek a baby in front of da madda...
and cut out di heart.
How it's sah evil.
If Sugar seh people fi dead, everybody dead.
Wah di-- Bombaclaat a gwaan yah so.
Wah di-- Fuck dis.
Wah in da pussyclaat? Mi nah come ere seh so di other day, man.
Fuck mi ah go do now?
Ah wah day mi come a di the post office, ya nuh, man.
-Bro-- - Fuck!
It's closed. Let's go.
Fuck ya madda!
Come on, man!
Ah, mi need money, dawg. Mi affi few bones for a one dog.
Fuck!
Bombaclaat.
-What are you doing, man? -Mi ah look someting fi drink.
-Yu nuh thirsty? -No.
Ah get two juice, man.
Bill. Ah get two juice.
Bro, hurry up!
Come on, man.
-Granny, a weh de money deh? -Dere is no money.
Granny, mi low pon chat yu know and mi know yu ave money in dere, yu nuh.
And I know yu
and is hell yu ah go, yu damn likkle teef.
Walk off!
Leave!
Granny, mi inna nuh ramping wid yu, yu nuh.
Where di money deh? Send down the fool.
Hurry up nuh! Fuckin' money now, granny!
Gimme the money now!
Bombaclaat.
Oh, shit.
Money! Gimme de money!
- Why you a sweat so?
I warned yu not to walk wid da boy deh, yu nuh. Where is he?
He's dead, cuz.
-Wah yu mean, dead? -I shot him! Fuckin' had to, bruv!
-So weh yu a do? -Bruv, listen.
Tell Uncle I'm gonna pay him back, I promise.
I need to get a flight right now, cuz.
As soon as yu gone, Sugar come, come murder de whole a wi
-Then come with me, innit? -I don't have a passport!
-But we can sort that though. It's not-- -Nah, it nah go work.
Bruv, I need to fucking get out of here!
What about mi faada? Eh?
Ah no mi faada cause dis problem, ah you!
Fuck!
Fuck, man!
It's all right.
We can sort something.
I'll call you.
Come in.
- This your yard? -No, we bought the house six months ago.
Got permission to split it into two flats.
Got the builders in, good builders.
All high quality work.
- Hey, hey. - Good specs.
-Hey, good to see you. -Hey.
-Have a seat, have a seat. -Yeah.
You all right?
Yeah, if you're interested, uh, we can do you a good deal.
-How much? - This one's on the market for 785.
Seven to you.
So, who wants to start?
The way I see it is we're giving you a big opportunity here.
You're selling to your friends, the people in your circle:
the hipsters, the rich people, the white people.
Hey, we don't discriminate. We're equal opportunity suppliers.
And you're what?
Offering to widen our market?
Yeah. We'll take your food and sell it on the road.
We'll sell 100 times, 1,000 times more than what you're selling right now.
And you won't have to go nowhere near the road.
-Well, that sounds good. -Yeah, we'll take care of everything.
All you have to do is sit back and watch the Ps come to you.
What piece?
Money, bruv.
-You'll be taking all the risk as well. -Where I come from, life is a risk.
You either step up and take your chances when they come,
if not, you ain't going nowhere.
I have a question.
Go ahead.
Have you got a supplier now?
Yeah.
And how's your supplier gonna feel if you switch to us?
That's his problem.
All right.
As long as it doesn't become our problem.
You ain't gotta worry. It won't.
G, my belly is cuttin'.
Bro, how old do you think she is?
Too old for you, blud.
Fam, I ain't ever been with old ting before, you know.
Mm-hmm?
And if I see you two together,
I'm calling child protection on your arse, blud.
Think I'm joking?
What you sayin', though?
Ready to do this?
Yeah?
Yeah. Come on, bro.
These are for Sugar.
A foreign yu come?
Yeah.
Dis di one fi Sugar?
Yu di one bring di cigars?
Yeah.
Yu tink seh a box of cigars a go mek me no done yu fi killing Lester?
Him a loyal dog, yu nuh.
He was gonna kill a woman.
I couldn't let him do that.
What dat old woman got to do wid mi?
A wah she do for Sugar?
Dat dog weh yu kill wudda kill himself for me,
a nuff man him kill an yu just come an fuck up de whole ting.
I asked Lester about this moonlighting ting, you know?
I asked him, 'Does Sugar know about this?'
-He said you were cool. -Lester seh I be cool?
Yeah. That's what he said.
My dogs don’t do no freelancin’.
Dem work fi Sugar exclusive.
Well, obviously Lester didn't understand that.
And I would never have went there with him if I knew that.
Pussy, me cyan't mek you leave dis prison alive.
Hear dat?
You're not sellin' in London, though, are you?
I know you got food.
I got the people.
I can make you some serious money.
Dis is sometin' I already have in abundance.
Since when can you have too much money?
I know London.
People pay a lot of money to get high out there.
I got a team ready.
I can push a ki of white for 50 bags.
I can sell as much as you can send me.
A nuff man come to mi wid big ideas.
If I didn't respect you,
I would've jumped in the plane straight after I killed him.
If I didn't respect you,
I wouldn't be standing here looking you in the eye right now
telling you I'm gonna make it right.
So wah yu seh to Sugar?
I said I'd go back to London.
But don't yu have big problems over deh inna London?
Oh, I definitely got problems.
See how big they are when I get back, innit?
So...
I don't have a choice, fam. It's all I had to offer him, bro.
All right, man. Be cool.
'Stefan, you can't just not answer the question
because you don't want to. See me.'
This guy again.
Jamie, my geography teacher, Mr Evans, he don't like me.
He's always putting sarcastic comments on my homework.
Look. Look, man.
Bro, I'm busy.
I'll be there in a minute, yeah?
-Aight, show me the sarcastic comments. -No.
Stef, I was just busy doing something. Just show me.
Go away.
-What, you want me to go away, yeah? -Yes.
-Where you going? -Out, innit?
-Where? -Why do you care?
Yo, I wanna see this kitchen clean when I come home.
-What? Nah, man. It's Stefan's turn. -I've got geography.
You heard what I said, innit? Just make sure this kitchen's clean.
I don't wanna see no dirty dishes when I come back.
Aight, it's cool. Say no more.
Yeah.
Looks good, though.
-Jamie? -Yeah?
What time will you be back?
Late.
Wake me up when you come in.
I'm so proud of you, you know?
Ay, yo.
What about me, though?
Nah.
-What're you laughing at? -When's the food ready?
Shut up, man. It's ready when I say it's ready.
-Come on.
Shit.
- What for? What's wrong?
- Just come back ere. -Officer, what's wrong?
What's the problem? Yo, man. What's wrong with you? What?
-You don't need to take him nowhere. -That's an order. Get in the car.
-What you talking about? -Take im into di car.
Hurry up! Put di cripple boy inna di car.
- Wait, man! I'll fuckin' do it! -Hurry up!
Put the broke foot boy and put im inna di car!
- And put some pep in that step. -What are you doin'?
How long di man a tell yu fi get de man inna di car?
Sorry, cuz.
Listen up!
Go round desso. Move fast.
It's cool, man. Don't worry about that.
It's all right, cuz. It's good, man. We're gonna be all right.
-Where yu carryin' us? -Shh.
What's-- What's going on, man?
-Yo! What the fuck are we doin' here? - Don't say nothing!
Go on and get their asses outta the car.
Yo, D!
-D! -Boy, let go of the car.
No!
Ey, boy, come out of the government car.
All right, man.
Yu granny never tell yu seh time hard a road.
What the fuck is going on, man?
Yeah, huh?
D.
- Get down on yuh knees. - Aight.
Cousin, I'm sorry, man.
I'm sorry.
The best.
Three generations of skill here.
Nobody, nobody can stitch like we do.
That piece of shit Moroccan, that orospu çocuğu, he steal my workers.
Now he copy my design.
He sell two third for half.
I don't want to know no details...
just make him stop.
Please. For your wife.
Hm.
It's not opening!
Open this door!
Fuck.
You respect Sugar?
I said, do you respect Sugar?
Cuz. Cuz.
You good? You good?
Come on, I got you.
Jamie.
What time is it?
You seen me, all right?
Now get some sleep.
You smell funny.