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Stop it! I'm gonna f***ing...

I'm gonna f***ing kill ya!

Suppose you're one of us now.

I'm going to kill someone.

Who?

I only know his girl.

I just know that her name is Shaks.

He's the one that killed me sister.

What did she say to you?

- What's his name?

- What did she say?

Daze, we're not getting involved...

Shut up!

He's a shotter. Name's Trey.

And we're not going anywhere near him.

You ain't gonna get near him anyway.

With you I will.

He's killed loads of people.

What makes your sister so special?

Somebody would've shanked him by now

if they could've.

Look,

I've lost me mam

and I've lost me sister...

Oh, a load of f***ing sob stories.

What happened to protecting each other?

We protect ourselves.

You've got nothing to do with us!

At least tell us where I can find him.

Fine. You want to know where he is?

- Hanz, calm it.

- No.

You want to go and get yourself

stabbed or raped, go for it.

It's a warehouse in Newham.

Ask any crack head on the street

- and they'll show you the way.

- Hannah!

What? She wants to know.

Let her kill herself.

Is anybody gonna come with us?

Daze?

Or do I have to get shanked

to get your help?

F*** off.

Can I speak to you alone?

What?

You use them.

Really?

And what would I use them for?

So you don't have to be alone.

So you can bully someone.

You're just acting

like you protect them,

when, really, all you're doing

is making sure that they'll end up

in a poxy prison or f***ing dead.

Pen or die?

- Not such a bad thing.

- Not for you.

F***, it was probably written

on your birth certificate.

- But for them...

- What about them?

Well, they actually think that

you give a f*** about them.

They think that they need you.

It's pathetic.

When it comes down to it,

you don't save people,

you collect them.

And the fact that you haven't

battered me right now,

is because they're not round here

to see you being taken apart.

How old was you when your mum died?

Last year.

I was 14.

I saw my dad beat the f***

out of that woman,

day in and day out.

I'm sorry.

She was pathetic.

Not once did she swing back, not once.

The only way you'll survive

is to become like them.

Otherwise you'll end up

like our mothers.

Sh*t. Sorry.

I didn't know anyone was up here.

It's cool.

You can stay if you want.

You know what,

I'm just gonna cotch downstairs.

What?

He... He said he wants to kill it.

My baby.

F***!

What you doing here?

Don't be so f***ing stupid.

Were you there when she died?

Did you f***ing help him?

Keep your f***ing voice down.

The place where we first met, an hour.

Let's go out.

Daze?

- Do you still have her digits?

- Hmm.

Find out where she is.

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