Hello?
We need to eliminate the DNA of any consensual partners.
I have a Biagio.
Ah, you ain't told him?
Is there a reason why you haven't told him?
He's an Italian drug lord.
Arabella!
Susy Henny, we would love for you to read a segment
of your current project at the writing summit.
Uh...
I wanted to report a crime.
Stay.
What was the name of the suspect?
Hornyman808.
You know there are other ways you could have reported
this kind of thing.
It's impossible to protect yourself from his nature.
- Zain? - I took it off, I thought you...
Zain Sareen is a rapist.
Oh, my God.
Not rape-adjacent, or a bit rapey.
Oh, no, you don't.
You've literally broken the internet.
# Well come on #
I don't think she's enjoying this.
It's not on the list.
Does that mean it's not really "self-care"
if it's not on the list?
It's basically painting, alie?
And painting's on the list.
- Kwame? - What?
Look, I love that you're getting your inner Banksy on, yeah,
but we're not here for ourselves,
we're here for Arabella.
Seems fine to me.
She seems fine?
If she's fine, then why is she on her phone?
I dunno, maybe someone called her?
You know what,
let me break this shit down to you.
You know how our nervous systems are like electric systems?
You know, like when your laptop breaks down
and most things shut down to, like, basic functioning mode?
So, you need to borrow my laptop, or...?
No.
I'm saying our nervous systems
also shut down to safety mode
when it's overloaded with too much stimulation,
too much danger.
Hashtag trauma,
hashtag double click for double rapey shit
that she's been through.
So, no, she's not fine.
She's vacant, she's empty,
she's a shell of herself, she's dying inside,
but if you aren't looking for it,
you ain't gonna see it.
Okay.
Any suggestions?
- For what? - For looking after our friend.
What are you doing?
The, uh, survivors' support group thing.
Okay, cool. Kwame, get ready. Let's go.
Uh, well, it's for survivors only, so...
- Is it? - Yeah.
What's the name of this group?
I don't think it has a name.
So how did you find it?
Um, socials, Facebook, I think.
Okay.
What?
Is it, like...
you know...
- What? - Kosher? Halal?
What?
You need to be around people who affirm you.
Okay? Just be careful and just...
- I am. - Mm-hmm.
Do careful people meet with strangers
from social networking apps?
I mean, the king of Grindr here would say "yes,"
but I propose "no."
It's Theo's group.
- Who? - Theo.
Theodora.
Theodora from school?
- Yeah. - She has what?
A support group.
And where does she host that?
In a halfway house?
I like her. We've been messaging.
- She's nice. - Bella,
the poster girl for Childline
can't help anyone in trauma.
As your friend,
I can't let you go.
Stop being silly.
My name is Theo Leigh Daniels.
I made this support group because I wanted people
who've been through sexual exploitation
of any kind to find each other,
to bring well-being,
and to empower one another
in a safe abuse- and oppression-free space.
I hate abusers.
I think that abuse,
grooming, assault, domestic violence
are the most vile, abhorrent qualities of our species.
I've been abused, I've been exploited.
One in every two women have.
And 89 percent of trials end in exoneration.
So I created this group for survivors
to talk, to share common experiences,
and hopefully encourage one another.
I know that I sound like a right icy bitch,
but I'm lovely, I promise.
So the floor is open, it's a conversation.
Please don't name anybody.
You never know, the creep in the office
could be somebody's brother, so...
uh, in class, we call every man Bob
and every woman Barbara.
The other day, I was at a work party
and "Bob," co-worker,
puts his hand on my knee
but really subtle, like.
Mid-conversation, we're chatting away,
not even flirting, and he puts it there
and I felt weird.
It's when they put their hand
- just on the small of your back. - Mm.
Does anyone report it?
They ask you what happened.
Then you try to define what happened.
I hear myself out loud and start undermining myself.
Yeah, 'cause belittling your problems
makes their lives a lot easier, don't it?
And these people get paid.
Exactly.
And really, their jobs ain't supposed to be simple,
so how dare they cut corners, fucking pricks.
I had a not great experience,
a drug-facilitated sexual assault,
and I was trying to get back on track,
and then someone from my workplace
sexually assaulted me.
Someone said it was my fault,
and maybe it was,
because twice, you know?
I'm here to learn how to avoid being raped.
There must be some way,
'cause if there isn't, that means at any time,
someone could just drag me into a bush
and it would happen all over again and I'm...
I just... I don't know...
what kind of world that would be?
Uh, it's the kind of world where there are places like this
that you can come and talk about it
and know that you're not alone.
And that is the thing to focus on, okay?
That you are not alone.
- See you next week. - Bye.
- See you later. - Bye, see you later.
- Have a great week. - Thank you. Bye.
- See you next time. - Thank you. Bye.
You are so fucking great.
So are you, mate.
You're fucking awesome.
- There you go. - Thanks, babe.
- Bye, babe. - Bye.
- See you later. - See you.
How you doing?
Come here.
I like you so much more now we're wrinkly and fucked.
I, uh...
Anytime you need me, yeah?
I wish I got to know you more in school.
Ah, we'll just start now.
Yeah.
# Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey #
# I'm thinking about you #
# I'm a little bit love shy Baby #
# Got to, got to, gotta Gotta be strong... #
# And I won't be love shy Anymore #
# Sometimes I run When I wanna stay #
# It's all about life That we're living #
# I just gotta watch What you're scheming #
# And when I see you I wanna hide #
# A little afraid Of the feeling #
# One look at you, boy And I'm dreaming #
# And deep inside there's a love Calling out your name #
# But I'm not the kinda... #
Theo?
- Theo? - What?
I don't know what to do about her!
Who's taking me school?
"Who's taking me?" What are you, the fucking Queen?
What's in your hand?
It's got anything to do with you.
"Nothing to do with you."
It's got nothing to do with you.
I took this.
It's Daddy's birthday.
Martin's birthday, yeah.
- Did you get him a present? - No.
Why don't you use this as a present?
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Go get me my school stuff, then?
Go on.
Someone's gotta take the monster to school.
# Happy birthday to you #
# Happy birthday, dear Martin #
Daddy.
# Happy birthday, dear Daddy #
# Happy birthday to you #
Thank you.
Whoa!
Happy birthday, Martin.
Thanks. You remembered.
I'm off.
- You haven't eaten. - Yeah, I'm late.
Are you sure you're even gonna make it?
You must be tired, being out all night.
You're never gonna fool me.
I swear to God, Mom,
your insanity is actually fucking up my mornings now.
I went bed, I slept, then I woke up in my bed.
If I disappeared to have a fucking shit,
I'm sorry.
You were wearing your clothes, though.
What?
You changed your clothes.
Well, yes, I did change my clothes, course I did.
I'm not gonna wear my PJ's to school, am I?
Jack, in fact... in fact...
What did we do this morning?
Did you see me in PJ's this morning?
Answer yes or no, so the idiot in the room understands.
- Did you see me in my PJ's? - Yeah.
And then did you help me change out of my PJ's
- into my uniform? - Yeah.
- Passed me my tie, didn't ya? - Yeah.
Done.
Sort yourself out, Mom. Get some help.
I'll take you tomorrow, yeah? Yeah?
Martin, happy birthday.
# Baby cakes You just don't know, know #
# How I, I I like it down low, low #
# And I just want you to know #
# That I think Our love will grow... #
# Because I'm not Something you own #
Come on.
# Confused Don't know what I'm feeling #
# Confused Relationships without meaning #
# In the mist I can see it gleaming #
# Time to wake up And stop the dreaming
# 'Cause you're my little Baby cakes #
# And I know you got What it takes #
# The way you make me feel The way that I am #
# When you talk to you friends And you call me your man #
# Tell her, I'd like to Thank you, bank you #
# Through the bad times I picture just me and you #
# Whether fun's high Whether fun's low #
# There's just one thing I want you to know #
# I just want you to know Oh, oh #
# That I think our love Will grow, yeah, yeah #
# I just want you to know Oh, oh #
# That I think our love Will grow, yeah, yeah #
# Baby cakes You just don't know, know #
# How I, I I like it down low, low... #
You're wild, man, I love it.
# And I just want you to know #
# That I think Our love will grow #
# We'll take it step by step #
# Because I'm not Something you own #
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
# Lovin' every minute Just you and me #
# And I'm still dreaming You'll be my baby #
# Maybe There's a possibility... #
# We'll grow old together Live happily #
# And they say it's a song For everyone #
# At the first sight You know it's love#
# Sexual tension Physical attract... #
What you doing?
Stop.
Ryan?
What?
Well, delete it.
I won't share it, it's just for me.
- All right, fine. - Are you dumb?
What? You said delete it.
You're literally dumb.
- I swear to God. - I'm gonna delete it.
And you're still chatting.
- Delete my number, yeah? - I never saved it.
Like I'm the only guy trying to make a archive in these streets.
Coming at me like some psycho.
What'd he give you?
Is that how it works?
- What? - He never said that.
- Who? - He just said you like that kinda shit.
- Who? - See? That's what I'm saying.
Probably bare man done it,
and you wanna war with me, like...
But Dillan didn't try and take pictures...
So how do you know I was talking about Dillan then?
I've seen it, so don't try it.
I didn't take any good ones anyway.
They're fucking shit.
Your face ain't even in 'em.
What if I gave you a tenner?
Twenty?
Thirty quid.
Dillan, you prick.
Well, how much have you got?
Um...
that's eleven...
eleven pound fifty.
And what about in there?
- That's all I've got. - Are you sure?
Look, there's loads of little pockets.
True.
There's bare pockets.
Sometimes this bag gets on my nerves.
My mom got it from Roman Road Market,
you know that one stall at the back?
Any time she gets something, it's always shit.
No, no, after, after.
All right. All right.
Cool.
And can I get a pic of you, like, bent over? Like doggy?
Yeah.
And then like...
like looking over sort of thing?
I'm gonna cum now, so...
Yeah. I'm gonna cum.
Mad.
For real, though...
I really like you.
Yo! I found even more, like...
eighty, eighty-five, eighty-seven...
ninety...
one...
hundred and three...
You're gonna be rich after this.
That's 21 pound and three p.
Thanks, Ryan.
Ta.
# Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne Ta na na te boy #
# With a little bit of luck #
# We can make it Through the night #
# With a little bit of luck #
# We can make it Through the night #
# With a little bit of luck #
# We can make it Through the night #
# With a little bit of luck #
# We can make it Through the night #
# With a little bit of luck #
# We can make it Through the night #
# With a little bit of luck #
# We can make it Through the night #
# With a little bit of luck #
# We can make it Through the night #
# We done, fuss and fight #
D'you know what, yeah? For someone so pretty,
I'm surprised Rochelle is so nice.
Yeah, well, she's disabled.
What?
Yeah. She ain't got no sense of smell.
What? Arabella, you're lying.
No, I swear down 'cause of her mom.
She used to, like, sniff crack and heroin
when she was pregnant, so...
"ansonia" of the nose, it's a real thing.
I actually thought you had that, you know.
Why?
Well, you can smell fried chicken from a mile away,
but can't smell the B.O. coming from your own armpit.
So, a crotchet is what sort of minim?
- Arabella? - Half.
Good. And also twice as fast.
- So if we wanted to hear... - Oi, Arabella?
- Hmm? - What you eating?
Popcorn? Oi, feed mans.
Terry, enough!
Good. And what about this? Who remembers what that is?
Treble clef.
And this is the bass clef.
So treble, bass.
So going back from the beginning,
we have minim, two beats...
- Miss? - Yes, Terry?
Psst.
- Ugh! - Theo?
What's happened?
Theo, talk to me.
Ryan.
I didn't want to.
He made me.
He had a knife.
Uh...
Lesley, go and get a nurse right away.
Dominic, get Mrs. Tang, run!
This ain't got shit to do with me.
Ryan, you've said you engaged in sexual activity.
It was normal sex. I didn't hurt her.
I didn't even wanna hit it.
Okay, well, I did, but I wasn't gonna force it,
it wasn't that deep, you know what I mean?
In fact, I'm the victim here.
I think she jacked my phone. How come she ain't in here?
She's been raped at knifepoint, is why, Ryan.
She's with the medic. She... she was bleeding.
What? No.
The police are on the way...
- What? Sir, for me? - ...to ask you...
well, I don't know what they're gonna, um...
Ryan.
- Sir, let me holler Marcus. - Enough, Ryan. That's enough.
Look, I have to keep you in this room
until they get here.
Please don't make that difficult for me.
I'll be waiting on the other side of the door.
Sir, but can I talk to Marcus quickly?
Mad ting.
Mad.
I saw it first!
Rape.
The remains of a rape.
Right there. Over man's shoulder 'n ting.
All I can say is,
I didn't know that boy could read and write,
let alone rape and stab a bitch all at the same time.
If he can manage that, what's the world coming to?
Stay tuned to Terra TV for updates.
End of program.
Yo, I should actually do that. "Terra TV" would be sick.
Oh my days, a Halloween ting!
- Like every year. - Why Halloween?
That's the only day they'll let anyone as butters as you
come close to a camera, bruh.
Wow.
Oi, Mr. Miller...
But you lot know Ryan didn't do nothing, innit?
The blood don't lie...
The blood never lies, Marcus.
- The shots don't lie. - What?
Wait, I had to turn it off 'cause I ain't tryna bate tings.
Ryan sent me something, innit.
Get her!
I want a phone that takes photos,
- that's bad. - Mm-hmm.
A camera inside the phone, you know?
- Is it bare expensive? - Dunno, my dad sent it to me.
All right, see, look.
- Is that Theo? Bella? - Rah.
- That was today. - See what I'm saying?
Wait...
She faked it?
She must have. The shots don't lie.
The blood is the lie, d'you know what I mean?
The blood is the lie.
And she's white.
We could've done the exact same thing,
all we'd get is detention.
White girl tears have high currency, you know.
Mm-hmm. Did you see Miss Mott?
High alert, bro, she had tears in her eyes
when she saw the blood.
I thought I was the only one that saw that shit.
I saw that, one moist eye duct!
Meanwhile, I sneeze and Miss Mott is talking about
I'm showing signs of intimidation.
What kinda Catholic school is this?
Can't even say "Bless you" when a blackie sneeze!
I swear down, if I cried,
all Miss Mott would see is weapons of mass destruction
leaking out my eyeballs.
Oi, remember Mr. Merchant and Alesha?
- When she was crying. - Oh, the book!
He dashed the book at her head!
I was like, "What planet am I on?"
She was out for like two seconds.
I thought he'd killed her.
Alesha got up like Jesus.
Oh... days.
You shown Sir?
Boy, nah.
They're gonna arrest Ryan. Got too many pics in this phone
police might arrest me for, innit?
What? Who else?
Uh-uh...
- Leanne? - No way.
Skets be undercover.
- Ryan's fucked. - Boy, Ryan was sloppy.
Can you send that pic to my phone?
Yeah.
- 'Cause the shots don't lie. - The shots don't fucking lie.
- The blood is the fuckin' lie. - The blood is the lie.
- All right, safe. In a bit. - In a bit.
Yes!
Yeah?
Hey, look.
Yes!
You lot saved me, man.
Come on.
Obviously.
- This is the alliance. - Whoo!
Ryan, any words, my brother?
- Speech. - Speech, speech!
Thank you for the support, innit.
Got my sisters behind me, fam.
Family, nothing's gonna stop me.
Come on.
- Come on. - I ride for you, bro.
- We ride for you. - We ride for you.
- Do or die. - All fucking day.
- Come what may. - We ride for you.
- Done though. - The alliance is spicy, you see.
Hey, can't let that shit happen to blud, you feel me?
- Address the crowd. - Oh, fuck that!
Another day being heroes, yeah?
We just helped our brother escape from Babylon.
Okay. Okay.
Okay! Is it? Is it?
'Cause people think they can chat shit and get away with it,
but they can't, you know why? Why?
Tell them why, T, tell them.
- The alliance is real inna dis. - Real inna dis.
- Blood ties! - Blood ties.
All fucking day!
Psst! Fuck you!
Hope you got plasters!
With your nonce dad.
Fucking African monkeys.
Ra ta ta!
How you even see us?
Three, two, one, go.
Theo... why?
I told you.
- I told you she was going off... - Yeah, yeah. We get it, Mary.
You knew she was going wayward.
What do you want? A job on the weather channel?
All right.
After everything you went through with your dad?
Don't talk about my dad.
I'm sorry, but the way this goes
is I care for you, yeah?
You're in my care.
So sometimes I'm gonna have to say some things that you don't wanna hear.
And I have to say...
after you yourself experienced something like that,
to go through all the custody proceedings...
Your mom's told me how painful it was for you to say
the disgusting things your dad did to you and your mom
in front of all those people.
Then just to make it up?
About an innocent kid?
I can't understand.
My dad never touched me.
Now he knows.
What are you saying?
What's she saying?
Well, she wanted sole custody, so she made me lie.
- No, I didn't, Theo. - What?
You told me to say shit that didn't happen.
- It's... - I was seven. I was seven.
What is she saying?
I'm saying your wife is a mastermind liar.
She said he was smacking her about.
Not that I ever saw a bruise on her.
The only thing I remember is...
he was a lot poorer than you
and you don't do fuck all, Mom.
You've come in handy is all I'm saying.
That is not how it went.
When you're seven, you don't know what to believe,
so when you told me to say all that, I just said it.
Turned me into something else, man.
Sorry for all this, Martin, I think you're great, I do.
I like you and all that, I just miss my...
My name is Theo Leigh Daniels.
I made this support group because I wanted people
who've experienced sexual exploitation of any kind
to find each other,
to bring well-being, and to empower one another
in a safe abuse- and oppression-free space.
I hate abusers.
I think that abuse, assault,
grooming, domestic violence
are the most abhorrent, vile qualities of our species.
I've been abused, I've been exploited.
One in every two women have,
and 89 percent of trials end in exoneration.
So I created this group for survivors to talk,
to share common experiences,
and hopefully, encourage one another.
I know that I sound like a right icy bitch,
but I'm lovely, I promise.
So, a lot of messages this week...
It's declined. Can I get a selfie, please?
Oh, I just wondered if an earlier transfer
of fees was something that was possible.
Contracts...
They're a little like things we've agreed.
Sex with men is not safe for me right now,
and I'd like to have sex with a female.
- Leave the females alone. - Yeah? Where ya goin'?
I'll just leave.
Yeah, yeah. Let's transport, Arabella.
Destination self-care.
# Pull up Tell 'em we up #
- Bella. - You probably hate me now.
I can never hate you.
- Oh. Wow. - How have you been?
I'm brilliant. Yeah. I'm living my best life.
# Pull up Tell 'em we up #
My job is to speak the truth. I can't be complicit.
The guideline says to avoid me.
I'm taking her to yoga, dance class, meditation.
I make her feel good.
Thank you for looking after me this past year, yo.
# Beat us, beat us Nah, they can't beat us #