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-I thought I might.

-Head trauma is wasted on you, mate.

Danny, can I ask you something?

I don't know anything about it.

No one on the estate does.

Yeah, but--

Bruv, just forget about it now

and move on.

-[vehicle horn honking]

-I think Eugene was there.

Eugene? Come on, man.

The guy wants to be a bad boy,

but he's got a line, you know?

-Yeah, but what if he was? What do I do?

-Look, he wasn't there.

That's all there is to it. Come on.

-[phone dinging]

-[keypad clacking]

[woman speaking indistinctly on video]

[video game beeping, dinging]

-[electronic buzzing]

-[indistinct chatter on phones]

-Tom? Tom!

-Huh?

Did you hear what I said? Party tonight.

-Oh. Hadn't heard about it.

-Yeah, he might not have invited you.

Everyone still thinks

you're in a coma now.

-Right.

-But you should come.

-What? You're not going to school?

-They've done all they can for me, son.

[scoffs]

-But I'll see you there, yeah?

-In a bit.

[indistinct chatter]

[Lucy screaming]

[Lucy]

No!

[screams]

No!

[electronic buzzing]

-Ah, f***.

-[students laughing]

-[woman] Eugene, put that away now.

-[Eugene] Shut up, man!

Excuse me, everyone. Quiet down.

-It's funny, innit?

-[woman] Eugene.

You know what else is funny?

I know where you live, you little--

-Bruv, you made it.

-Yeah.

How you feeling? How's your head?

[electronic buzzing]

[grunting]

[pool balls clacking]

What the f*** you staring at, Tom?

What you staring at, Tom?

-What the f*** are you--?

-All right, Eugene.

-Chill out, bruv. Hey, just chill out.

-Get him out of here now.

-Relax. Chill out.

-Take him back to Nanny, bruv.

-I'll sort it. Just chill.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, sort it, Danny.

[can clattering]

What's the matter with you?

Do you want another hole in your head?

You start a fight in there,

you ain't gonna win it.

They were there.

-What you talking about?

-At Lucy's.

When are you gonna get it

through your head that this wasn't them?

[scoffs]

You talk like you're not one of them.

I know they've already got you selling.

What, you think this won't escalate?

Don't be a d*ckhead about it, Tom.

I'm doing what I want.

You get that? You know what? One day,

it'll be me at the top giving out orders,

and it won't be none of this sh*t,

just business.

Tom, I can't always be there, you know.

[phone vibrates]

[door opens, closes]

-You smell like weed.

-[chuckles]

You got any?

-Comes out here empty-handed.

-[chuckles] Sorry.

-How was the party?

-It was all right. Didn't miss much.

How you feeling?

Good.

Yeah?

-Yeah.

-That's good.

Maybe you'll be able to come

back to school soon.

-Yeah, maybe.

-Boring without you there.

Got no one to throw chips at

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