- Yo. You know who I am, innit? - Everyone knows you, Dushane.
Listen, we're your family now.
Think of all these lot as your cousins, you get me?
Say something.
We done warned you about Kamale and them London Fields, man.
We should have just killed him when we had the chance.
Back up!
You need to start talking right now, bruv. I need to know where that food is.
Let me out, please. Man, please, man. Come on, let me out.
- What you doing? - What do you want now?
- You're nothing. - (gunshot)
- Somebody get the ambulance! - I didn't mean for it to happen.
He showed up. We got into it. I don't even remember pulling the trigger, bruv.
From now on, yeah, things are gonna run differently around here.
You wanna do business or not?
It's done.
One of the workmen found the body.
Payday.
Big payday.
How are you gonna spend it? You got any plans?
- I might buy myself some trainers. - Trainers?
It's the first thing women look at, innit?
- Your trainers? - Yeah.
What is this? Some kind of fetish?
You've got the trainers, you've got the money.
Aye, here comes Sinbad the Sailor, with our ship coming in.
You stay here.
It's illegal for a black man to be within five miles of a marina.
How'd it go, then, Sinbad?
Did they get it?
The whole fecking lot. Ten keys.
That's a million quid, my boy. Welcome to the big time.
Hey, hey, hey.
You know what we come for.
Watch him, Mike.
- How much in here? - 2,000.
Here, come see.
- Yeah? - Got two bags in here. Light work.
- What? - Too easy.
Oi! Where's the rest?
So what you saying? You wanted to see me?
- Me that wants to see you, fam. - Yeah, what do you want?
We want food. We ain't got nothing in Fields, fam.
- That's your problem. - Your problem as well.
- How you work that out? - Blood, I just told you.
We ain't got nothing in Fields, innit?
Like, I don't know what the mandem's gonna do next.
Probably get up and take the food from the people that do have it.
- You feel me, fam? - You trying to make threats, Trevor?
I'm not making no threats, blood. You need to drop two boxes on me, innit?
Bruv, you ain't got the people to move two boxes, so what you talking about?
Are you crazy, fam? Course I got that, blood.
I've got a buyer for one. I'll move the other one myself, fam.
- Buyers? - Yeah. They're getting the money now.
Yeah? Lying bastard.
Come on, Mike. We're in business.
- You know two boxes is 70, fam. - What? 70 bags?
- What do you mean, what? - That's way too much, rude boy.
Bruv, listen, that's the price. I'm telling you now. 70.
All right. Say no more. Just make sure a man comes with the food. Yeah?
- You gonna shot them our food, fam? - My man's got a big shipment coming in.
We need to get rid of this food, soon as.
Don't really wanna be warring with them, man. Not yet, anyway.
Get up.
- Come on, get up. - No.
Get up. Stand up.
Stand up.
Erin.
Stand up.
Look this way. Turn around.
Good girl.
- You all right, Dris? - You all right?
Hey. How you doing?
- Cool, man. - Hello, Erin. Yeah? Say hello.
Hello.
- Is she settling in? - You like nursery, don't you?
- Yeah. She likes it. - Yeah? She likes it? OK.
- Be good. - See you later. Give me kiss.
- Be good for Mummy. - Bye-bye.
Bye.
- She's a proper daddy's girl, huh? - Yeah, I know.
- She is, man. She loves you. - Yeah, I know, man.
I haven't seen her mum here yet. She off working?
She's in Jamaica at the moment. Her dad's not well, innit?
Oh, I'm sorry. That's gonna be hard for her.
- She'll be missing her little girl. - (siren wails)
Armed police! Stay where you are!
- Show us your hands! - Don't move!
- Dris Wright. - What the fuck do you want?
I am arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Kamale Robert Lewis
on 10th March 2011.
OK, ma'am.
You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned
something which you later rely on in court,
but anything you do say may be given in evidence.
- What? - It's all gas.
Listen, let me carry on, let me carry on.
Bring the heat to the way, but I ain't Wiley.
Oh, shut up, man.
Crinack? What's crinack?
- What's crinack? - What's crinack?
- Crack. - Oh, my days!
- And what's dinack? - Dick, fam.
- Dickhead. - This prayer's dumb.
What you making up new words for?
Slang's going too far nowadays. You're whack, bruv.
How am I whack? You can do better than that?
- You wanna see ours? - Go on, go on.
Wait. You don't wanna bum me?
- You don't wanna bum me? - I'm not gay, fam.
Blood, I don't know what you two do in your spare time.
Hey, yo.
Yo! What are you looking at?
- Cuz, what you looking at? - Hey, come over here.
Come over here, man. Hurry up.
- What's your name? - Jason.
Jason, where you from? What are you doing over here?
- Why you spying on man for? - I wasn't spying.
- Why you spying? - I wasn't spying.
No fucking spying. You stink as well.
- Yo, blood, leave him. - What? No, man.
- In Mexico that little dickhead... - Oi, fuck you!
- What? You fucking dick... - Hey!
No, blood, in Mexico a man would be hanging dead on a lamppost, bruv.
It'd be like walking down Hackney seeing bare dead bodies on a lamppost.
- Body on a lamppost. - Yo, fam, are we working today or what?
- Where's Dris? - Don't know, blood.
Man ain't picking up his phone, innit?
The solicitor say we can't sue the doctor,
even though he ruined my eye, you know.
Well, that's outrageous. Why not?
- She say these things happen. - Your solicitor said that?
- Mmm. - You wanna sack that, man.
- Well, that's what my son says. - Well, your son's got a point.
How many kids have you got, Henry?
Six or seven.
You must've been a very naughty boy.
No, the woman took advantage of me. But I look after all of them.
- No, man. - Oh, my God, Zoe.
Come on. Come on. Come on, get out, man.
Put this on. You can't go round like that.
- Where's the post office? - What?
The post office closed last Easter.
- I'm calling the feds. - Don't call the feds, Zoe.
- Call an ambulance. - Cover up.
- Oh, man. - Look, babe, here, cover yourself up.
All right, all right, come, come! Get out. Get out, go on.
Get out.
Only in Summerhouse, man.
- You all right, Lis? - What? Yeah, yeah.
Oi. What's going on? You lot having a party or something, yeah?
- Blood, Dris ain't turned up. - What?
- That man loves his bed, innit? - Do you want me to go to his house?
- I'll wake him up, you know. - No, it's all right.
- (beeps) - Yo, bruv. Get down here now, man.
- All right, you know Jenny's auntie? - Mmm.
You know where she lives, yeah? That's where the food is today.
You lot are in charge till Dris comes back. Call me if there's any problems.
- All right, bro. - Cool, man. Michael.
- Yo, bruv. - Yo.
Come here, man.
I've got a special job for you today still.
- Yeah? - Yeah, bruv.
Cool. Come. Later on.
Hear what I'm saying, yeah? The guy's name's Ben.
I've known Ben for a long time.
He's a good customer, but sometimes he likes to take the piss.
He wants this. That's five bills, yeah? But he's still got another six for me.
So make sure you don't give him nothing until he gives you all the paper first.
Make sure you count it. Make sure it's all there, bruv.
- 1,100, yeah? - Cool.
- How much? - 1,100.
All right, cool. Hey, listen, make sure you don't let me down, you know.
- I won't. - All right, cool. Go on, get in.
Hey, make sure you take care of this boy, you know. He's my little brother.
- Yeah. I'll look after him, boss. - Take that.
- Thank you. Thank you. - Michael, I'll see you in a bit.
- Show me your hands! - All right!
Dushane Hill, I'm arresting you for the murder of Kamale Lewis.
You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if...
Right, kick your shoes off, empty your pockets and put 'em on the counter.
That's a lot of money to be walking round with.
Listen, let me give you one word of advice. Don't trust the banks.
- You might get mugged. - I'm being mugged right now.
- You'll get a receipt. - Forget about that.
- I want my solicitor. - You'll get your solicitor.
Come on.
- Is that all right? - Yeah, thanks.
- This Ben's yard? - What?
Does Ben live here?
My dad. Yeah.
Dad.
Some kid's here to see you.
Noah, go and help your mum.
I've got something for you, innit? Do you have something for me?
Jeez!
Bruv, you've got a lot of books. How many books have you got?
Have you read all of them?
Are they history?
- Here's your money. - I got a level five in my SATs.
- History's my favorite subject. - I'm impressed.
Just give me what you came to give me and take this and go.
Twenty, forty, sixty...
- It's all there, 500. - Where's the six you owe?
- I'll sort that out with Dushane later. - I need the correct money now.
I don't keep that kind of money in the house.
- Got a cash card? - Out.
Get off me. I'm gonna scream. You're abusing me, you fucking pedo.
- You best give me my money. - All right. Fuck it.
Oi, Ra'Nell! Ra'Nell!
- Ra'Nell. - What do you want, bruv?
I really need you, bruv. I fucked up so bad.
I need your help, bruv.
- Oh, for fuck's sake. - Please.
Mr Hill?
Rhianna Parkes. Stallbridge and Partners.
Where's Jordan?
Jordan's actually out of the country at the moment.
I work closely with him,
but if you prefer another solicitor, I can contact one.
- You work in the same firm as him? - Yes.
That's cool.
I'd like to speak to Mr Hill alone.
I've never had a woman solicitor before.
Well, some of us come stupid and some of us come smart.
We're like you that way.
Why have you arrested Mr Hill?
The grounds of arrest have been accepted by the custody sergeant
and that's all I want to tell you at this stage.
What was your involvement in the murder of Kamale Lewis?
I know nothing about it. Not guilty of it and I wasn't involved.
Do you know Kamale Lewis?
Mr Hill formally asserted his innocence
and I would like to formally place, for the record, my advice
that he make no further comment during this interview.
- Do you know Kamale Lewis? - No comment.
- Did you ever meet Kamale Lewis? - No comment.
- Dris Wright. You know that name? - No comment.
Gerard John Sullivan, also known as Sully. Know that name?
He a friend of yours?
Are you the leader of the Summerhouse drugs gang?
You lot are obsessed with gangs, innit? There is no gangs.
What is there?
What there is everywhere else. Friends, family.
Are you the leader of the Summerhouse family?
(laughs) Summerhouse family?
You lot watch too much American movies, man.
Have you ever sold drugs or asked others to sell drugs for you?
You've already put this question to my client
and he's given you a definitive answer.
Now move on.
What happened? Was it the water?
- The water's good, innit? - Well, something's killed 'em.
I tested the PH every day and it's cool.
I've even put the right amount of food in.
Can't have anything to do with the water.
The cutters are supposed to be coming Friday.
Well, that ain't gonna happen.
- Well, what am I supposed to do? - Have you spoke to Vincent?
Shit.
Here, big man. Three on two, yeah?
- All right. - What you talking about, man?
- That's how he knows your name. - Three on two.
- What? - Three on two.
Put your hand down, man. I can't hear what you're saying.
Try saying it normal.
Ain't got time for this shit, man.
This kid isn't serious, man.
Always putting the mic up. Why does he fucking do that?
Look at this shit, man. How could you go out looking like that? You got no money?
Have you got x-ray vision? Can you see through my pocket?
Leave it, man.
Pussy.
- Here you are. - Cheers.
- All right, Dad? - All right?
Hello, Mr Mustapha.
- You want chips? Yes, please.
What you doing?
Here you are. Here you go.
- Don't be late home, yeah? - Yes, Dad.
Burger and chips, please.
Tell him it was a plague of locusts.
- What? - You know, like in the Bible.
The Egyptians. All them frogs.
Why are you talking about Egyptians, bruv?
Vincent ain't gonna believe that.
I'm just saying, man. Frogs are evil with punk farms.
You ain't taking this serious, Ra'Nell, bruv. This is serious.
I know it's serious.
Are you gonna come tell Vincent with me?
No, I'm not getting involved with that, man.
Do you claim benefits?
What relevance does this have to your murder enquiry?
I'm trying to get a picture of Mr Hill's lifestyle.
- Do you claim benefits? - No.
Are you in paid work?
I don't know if you've noticed, but there ain't a lot of work around.
- Do you own a car? - No.
- Do you own a flat? House? - No.
You've got no assets?
My clothes. You took them.
Nice clothes. How come you can afford clothes like that?
People buy me clothes and stuff. Girls and that.
- That's very nice. - Mmm. And I want my clothes back.
Don't let me catch you walking around in my stuff, you know.
When you were arrested, you were found to be in possession of L345 in cash.
- Is that your money? - Yeah.
How come you've got that much money?
It was my birthday.
- When? - Thursday.
My client has given you an answer. Now move on.
This interview is now terminated.
You're being released on police bail.
Now move on, yeah?
That's what I'm gonna call you, Now Move On.
Put them in their place, boy.
A satisfied client, that's what we like.
If you let me take you out to dinner, I'll be even more satisfied.
No, thank you.
My best guess is that they'll put this to bed,
unless they come up with something new.
- Like what? - Usual things. Witness, DNA, prints.
It's not gonna happen. I wasn't there.
Don't get complacent. They don't like you.
- They'll be keeping an eye on you. - Thank you.
Wagwan.
- How'd they know to pick us up? - Bruv, I don't know.
Don't worry about it, man. They ain't got nothing.
That guy that was with Kamale that night
got shot dead at some New Year's party in Brixton,
so he ain't saying nothing.
There's still the girl, though, Kayla. She saw us. She could ID us.
Yeah, but feds don't know that we grabbed Kamale from Kayla's yard.
- Yeah. - Come.
She's so beautiful. Ain't you, Erin? You're a beautiful girl, aren't you?
- Yeah. - Yes!
Cheeky bitch. You're not supposed to say that.
Do you know what my name is? Nevaeh. Say Nevaeh.
Nevaeh!
Yeah. That's "heaven" spelt backwards. Do you like it?
- No. - Pith.
Why'd your mum call you Heaven for?
- Cos I'm from heaven. - You ain't getting back there.
- Shut up. - Loud that, man.
You hungry? Monster Munch!
You want Monster Munch, yeah?
What's going on? Monster Munch!
Yeah.
- She's so cute. I want a baby like her. - You want a fucking baby now?
- Don't swear in front of her. - Shut up, man.
You miss me?
Don't miss me?
- Yo, what go on with the feds, man? - Harassment thing, fam, you get me?
- Minor. - Fucking dickheads.
Hey, Michael.
Monster's coming to eat your rings.
I delivered that food like you said.
Made sure he gave the correct money, innit?
- All there, yeah? - Yeah.
Hey, do you know how much books he has?
He has bare books. Unbelievable.
Hear what I'm saying. See what you saw earlier on, with the feds and that?
No need to worry about it, you know.
I'm too smart, too quick for them, bruv. They ain't gonna catch me, you get me?
Hold that.
- Safe. - That's your due. Bless.
- How much you give him? - Bills.
All right, then. So you just want me to come like so, come round?
- And you want it thin or...? - Thin.
OK. Like last time?
- Yeah, just like last time. - OK.
Thanks, babe. Bye.
She thinks she's Beyoncé, that one.
Makes a change from Kelly Rowland, innit?
You know who she favor?
Susan Boyle.
- You're bad, you know. - Hey, hey, always just add something.
- Hello, my darling. - Hello, Mum.
- What you been up to? - Nothing.
How you could do nothing? How is that even possible?
Too busy growing.
How tall you is now? Six foot?
- I don't know. - (chuckles)
Look at them foot! Break ours.
- Mad feet! - Listen, Henry, they're good feet.
He's got trials for the district youth squad.
Whoo-whoo! Yeah. Serious.
- Existing planning permission... - Who's that?
- ... gives an extra 70 square foot. - Excuse me.
- Yeah? - What do you think you're doing?
I'm developing the buildings on this street.
- This building? - Well, all of 'em.
They never told us.
Well, I suggest you get in touch with the agent.
- Have you got a card? - A card? Yeah.
- PSP? - So there'll be a mezzanine...
- And just through... Yo, boss. Come out, yeah?
- Sorry? - What, you deaf? I said get out!
- Come on, just get out now. We can do this another time.
Cheers.
Who is he? Feisty little shit.
It's killing me.
I hate waiting on people.
- How long we been here? - Fuck knows, man. Give them a call.
- Give me a pound. - What?
- I said give me a pound. - Fuck off.
- You fuck off. - Who the fuck you talking to?
Oi, Mike. Oi, Mike. Let him go, man. Fucking hell.
- Fuck off, man. - Give me a pound.
Do you want me to let him kill you or something?
- Behave yourself, man. Do one. - I'll sell you these.
What the fuck are you selling? Tissues? All right, come here.
Mike. Fucking hell.
Get off him, get off him, get off him. What do you want?
- A pound. - A pound? They're 40p in the market.
You ain't in the fucking market.
Oh, my days.
Look at the front on this little prick.
Go on, then.
What, I don't get the whole packet?
The whole packet's five pound. Do you want another one?
What you doing? - He's a fucking businessman.
Fucking...
- Fucking prick's took my phone. - What?
- Yo, Sul. - Yo.
- Box is gonna cost you 40, fam. - What?
Bruv, you know it's 25. That's the deal.
- Dushane put the price up. - You're getting it off him?
Blood, Dushane's the only one that's got food right now.
- He's your friend, ain't he? - He ain't my friend.
Blood, there's nothing I can do, then. It's gonna be 40.
All right, we'll get it.
I know you and him are getting established and that,
but when you do, we should talk, fam.
Talk about what?
Me and you starting up. Taking Dushane down, innit?
Cheers.
- In a bit. - Link up, man.
We need to make some more paper quick.
I can't believe you let that little prick take your phone.
What one do you want tonight?
The panda.
There you go.
Hold it.
- Now go to sleep. - No.
- Yo. Hello, babe. Is Erin still up?
Erin, it's Mum. She wants to talk to you. Here you go.
Erin, it's Mummy, darling. How are you?
- Daddy got arrested. - What?
Don't tell her that.
- What happened? - Oh, nothing. Don't worry about it.
- How you doing, anyway? - What does she mean, got arrested?
- I said don't worry. - For fuck's sake, Dris.
What's happened?
Go to sleep.
We got a lease, right? That's a contract.
So they can't throw us out unless we break the lease.
Here it is. The agent sent it about a couple of months ago, remember?
Yeah, but didn't you call them?
You think they pick up the phone?
I thought it was a typo. I mean, how they gonna raise the rent by 200%?
I mean, look at this place, Lis. Is it worth L960 a week?
No. I mean, who else they gonna find to pay that kind of money?
But the way that agent guy was going on,
it can't just be the money they're interested in.
What you want?
What's she looking at?
- Hi. - Hi. I'm Ra'Nell's mum.
- I know who you are. - Yeah.
Look, I hope you don't mind me asking.
You know me and Zoe have got the hair salon down the street?
Uh-huh.
Well, anyway, this man came in today
telling us they're redeveloping the whole street,
and I was wondering, you know,
so many shops have closed down here in the last year,
I was wondering if you had any contact with Monck and Damrosh, the agents?
They sent me a letter. They're tripling the rents.
Yeah, that's what they were saying to us, but...
Hi. All ready. That's ten. Thanks.
It's the church.
The church?
Yeah, the church owns the whole street.
The agents are just the agents.
Now, do you want anything?
No, no, no. It's all right.
Thanks. Thank you.
If we get a pizza, like, if we get a margherita,
we share it between all of us, innit?
Bruv, I'm getting my own pizza, cos I know you're paying for it.
Dushane's little bitch.
Can I take your order, guys?
Yeah, let me get a large deep pan pepperoni, garlic bread and a coke.
That's L19.40, you know.
You know what? I can afford it. R-Marni, what do you want?
Come on, man, put your arm down, man.
Leave him, man. Let him order how he wants to order.
Go on, R-Marni, order, man.
- Can I have a four seasons, please? - Sure.
Moist, you.
Um, can I get two cokes as well?
Yep. Thank you.
Don't be Vincent. Don't be Vincent. Please don't be Vincent.
- Who you talking to? - What?
(sighs) You're like an idiot.
- We might have to move. - What? Move where?
- Another shop, somewhere else. - Round here?
No, round here's too much money.
Turn that bloody thing off. Go to sleep.
- (scoffs) - What the fuck you laughing at?
Yeah, that's better.
Yo. You got a minute?
So they brought you in as well, yeah?
Yeah. So what do you want?
So you're rolling with Mike now, yeah?
With this heat, we gotta be careful who we talk to.
- We? - Yeah. Mike's a nutter.
And them nine years he done inside ain't improved him, fam.
- He's a liability. Talking about a friend of mine.
He ain't no one's friend. Just gonna land you in trouble.
Well, at least he didn't steal from me.
Steal?
You forgetting everything I done for you?
Hmm?
Now you're what, top boy in Summerhouse? Who put you there? Me.
What did I get out of it? You just took everything and fucked me over.
I think you're the one that's forgetting.
You wouldn't be here if it weren't for me, bruv. Yeah, you'd be dead.
You took it all for yourself, man. That's the kind of friend you are.
Look at this, look. What the fuck do you want?
Leave him.
You know what happened, bruv, and you know why.
Take care, yeah?
Take care.
Let's play.
It's my shot.
Fuck Dushane. We're doing our own thing.
What the fuck?
Hey. You avoid me.
- Oh, it's so cold. - (phone rings)
Hi, Rhianna. Mr Hill is on the phone for you.
OK. Put him through.
Hello, Mr Hill.
The only ones that call me Mr Hill are the feds.
How can I help you?
Well, you can help me by having dinner with me tonight.
- I'm busy tonight. - Well, what about tomorrow?
Also busy.
All right, well, what about a drink, then? Just a drink.
Come on.
All right, fine. A drink.
All right, cool. I'll give you a bell.
I done everything right, Vincent. The water, the pumps, everything.
I put the right food in and everything.
I lose money. 25 grand minimum.
You have 25 grand give me?
What?
Don't worry. I know you don't have 25 grand, huh?
You don't have the big money, right?
Don't worry.
All right. Well, I'd better go.
- I've got school. - No, no, no. You're not going nowhere.
- Hi, it's me. Rhianna, how are you?
Fine, thanks.
Listen, the reason I'm calling, I've got someone I think you'd like to meet.
Someone with prospects?
He's liquid.
- Wanna buy a phone? - No, I got a phone.
Wanna buy a phone? It's only a tenner.
No, it's all right, mate.
- Do you wanna buy a mobile? - No.
- It's only L10. - No, thank you, no.
Do you wanna buy one?
- Do you wanna buy a mobile? - No, mate.
It's only a tenner.
Mum?
- What you got? - Nothing.
- Nothing? Come here! - Get off me!
Leave Jason alone! - Get off me!
Come here!
- You fucking slag! You fucking bitch! - I'm a slag, am I?
He's a fucking liar! Move! Fucking move now!
They got anything on you?
I don't think so.
They can get DNA, all kinds of shit these days.
Solicitor said they'll put it all to bed.
Is he good, your solicitor?
She. Yeah, and I reckon she's real good.
All the same, I don't think you should come with me
when I go to pick up the shipment.
All right..
I'll put your half somewhere safe.
Listen, make sure you put it somewhere really safe, you get me?
Don't you trust me?
Well, funny enough, Joe, I do.
I'm touched, but you shouldn't.
You shouldn't trust anybody.
I like this color. What do you think?
Well? What do you think?
- You up for it again? - Oh, I'm up for it.
So long, Sinbad.
A guy came to see me last week, offers me ten grand for a hit.
Jermaine Newton, lives on Clarence Road. You know him?
I sent you message, come to my shop. You no come.
Where you going? Oi!
Where's my fucking phone?
So what do you do to enjoy yourself?
- Where you going? - Home, innit?
You think they're gonna catch the killer?
They ain't never catch who done Kamale.
Bruv, they ain't gonna let that go, you know.