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[girl] I mean, what a f***ing a**hole.

Who says that?

I mean, come on.

He said he was gonna call me.

Then, when I saw him,

he said he was out of credit.

-I know. He's on a contract.

-[electronic pulsation]

[girl] Yeah, I know for a fact

he's definitely on a contract.

-Right?

-Yeah. Oh, my God, what a prick.

Now, some boy is staring at me.

-Oh, sh*t, it's that kid they shot.

-How's he look?

Not good.

[chuckles]

-What floor you want?

-Five.

[elevator whirring]

Nice flowers.

For your nan?

Oh, you look like sh*t.

[whirring stops, doors open]

Say hello to Lucy from us, yeah?

Let me go

and check on her first, all right?

[man on TV]

Shaw to Pogba.

Rooney.

You all right, Ben?

You all right, Tom?

[beeping]

[man on TV]

Lamela. Back to Walker.

[woman]

She's in her room, Tom.

[man on TV]

Denied by Linguard.

I'm glad you're not dead.

Thanks.

Same.

They've given you lots of drugs?

Yeah, must've done.

Things have been a bit trippy.

-I'm sorry, Luce.

-It's okay.

No, it's... it's not.

They won't get away with it.

They already have.

I should've done something.

-Yeah? Like what?

-I shouldn't have run.

No one's mad at you for not being a hero.

-[overlapping chatter on broadcasts]

-[ringtone playing]

[overlapping chatter continues]

-[overlapping chatter continues]

-[phones ringing]

-[electronic pulsation]

-[phone dinging]

[sounds fading out]

-[overlapping chatter continues]

-[phones ringing, beeping]

[high-pitched tone reverberating]

Tom?

-[popping]

-[overlapping chatter]

[indistinct chatter on TV]

-Tom?

-I'm fine, Nan.

You're frightening me.

-I'm gonna call the doctor.

-I'm fine, seriously.

I just need to get some sleep.

[video game music playing]

[beeping]

[electronic beeping, static]

[electronic pulsation]

[electronic buzzing]

[buzzing continues]

[groans]

[car horn honking in distance]

-There he is.

-[chuckles] Morning.

-You sleep all right, love?

-Yeah, good.

All right. Well, you look better.

How was Lucy yesterday?

Different.

Yeah. So were you.

Keep thinking

if your mum was still with us,

she'd be out there now,

kicking doors down,

trying to find the little bastards

that did that to you.

Tom!

-What are you doing?

-It's Monday.

You've just been shot in the head.

I think they'll give you

a bit of time off school.

It's exams... or doom.

Well, stay out of trouble.

[sighs]

Tom.

[grunts]

Easy.

Sh*t. You took a head shot

and you're already walking.

Is it true they had to pull

bits of phone outta your brain?

-Left most of it in there, I think.

-Mate, I am...

-I am glad you ain't a vegetable.

-[chuckles]

-Thanks, Danny.

-Wait, I know you're not going to school.

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