So, the readings have come up fine on the CT scan.
Your blood pressure results however...
Sorry, one sec.
As you know, you can't give peace,
unless you have peace.
Ah!
Back in the room.
I believe we have the right
to express ourselves, to free ourselves.
Without the critical eyes of our oppressor shaming
and judging us while we create.
Paint and wine.
There is so much injustice
and my job is to speak the truth.
I'm just saying if you make it look like you're a victim,
and I find out that isn't the case,
makes me question who you are.
Doin' what we have to do
doesn't always feel good, does it?
Kwame, I was really intense today, and I'm sorry.
I love you.
Dad!
Ayy, my darling.
Let's go McDonald's.
Ah, I thought I was bringing the McDonald's to you, my dear.
Next time, hmm, okay?
Love you.
I told ya!
Told ya he was coming.
Slow down.
Mom!
- Daddy! - Ayy!
- Hey! - How are you, my darling?
Wave. Wave. Happy. Wave.
Phone pings, look at phone.
Deep breath. Sadness.
How are you?
- I'm fine now. - Mom's birthday today, remember.
I miss you daughter, eh.
Yeah.
I miss you, too.
- You coming to Mom's? - No.
- Oh. - Gotcha!
- Hey!
The good Lord works...
- Bella, Terry's here. - 'Kay.
- Hello? - Hi.
I'll see you at Mom's, eh?
Yeah.
- Oh, it's cold.
That should help.
Red lorry, yellow lorry, red lorry,
yellow lorry, red lorry, yellow lorry,
red lorr...
Okay, I'm ready.
Uh, "Woman Three says hello to coworkers.
She receives notification on her phone,
and she opens it,
looks around her office...
and cries."
Okay, I'm feeling good about that.
Yeah, that's good. That's really good.
- Very. - Yeah, cool, cool.
- Bella, you sure? - Yeah. Don't have a lot to do today.
Just my mom's birthday. That's it.
Oh, my bad.
Auntie!
And you?
Oh, by the grace of God, me, I'm okay.
- Hi, Mom, happy birthday. - Happy birthday, Auntie!
Look at all of you, thank you.
- Uh, what time is Dad coming? - He said 5:00.
- Aight. Right, bye. Bye. - Bye.
- Bye. Happy birthday. - Bye, Auntie.
Oh, you didn't tell me Daddy was coming.
- Mmm. - Oh.
You lot gettin' your Brady Bunch on.
Yeah! Yeah, we're gonna do all the stuff, you know?
- Oh yeah, proper stuff? - Mmm.
- Table tings? - Share food,
- pass the bowl around... - Serving spoon.
Every bowl should have a separate spoon.
Ooh, dishing and serving?
Not just for ourselves, but also for each other.
You lot are doing it? Wow.
I can't even stand my dad at Christmas,
just taking up space at the table,
playing Homer Simpson, cracking daddy jokes,
eating daddy-sized portions of food
as if he's earned the right to chomp.
Right. Let's go again.
Oh. Uh, okay. Uh...
"Woman Three says hello to coworkers."
Yep yep, yep
To a ki if you want
On the team if you want
On the scene if you want
You can be what you want
Nothin' ain't
Nothin' ain't...
You're sure you can take me? Don't you have work to do?
I'm on a break.
I am not even supposed to try and write.
Oh. Your deadline? Ain't they waiting?
I think they are busy celebrating people
who actually achieve.
And don't you get paid on delivery?
Ben, rent might have to be something you cover
one more time, is that...
So how does not writing help you to write?
I don't know.
Carrie's orders!
So staking out Ego Death Bar every Thursday to Saturday...?
If you don't feel comfortable coming with me, you don't have to...
It's not about my comfort, Bella,
I wasn't the one who was spiked there.
What happened there has nothing to do with me.
I mean, it's one thing going on, I don't know, "hiatus,"
and another thing spending all your free time
returning to the scene of the crime.
Ben, does that seem normal in any way?
You know there's nothing coming out of that thing, right?
- There's not, is there? - No.
I thought I was going mad.
BY THE COMET IS COMING PLAYING)
You're amazing.
Terry Pratchard.
Yo.
Sorry for just, uh...
I... I went to your workplace, I was... I was just gonna...
Yeah, I don't work there anymore.
Some people be looking for me too much.
Guessing you must've seen Kat?
So, yeah.
Mom's cooking is second to none, so...
that's one thing.
Can we, um, can we walk?
- Are you angry with me? - No.
You angry with me?
Sometimes.
Generally, I just feel, uh...
really bad for thinking even for a second
that you might've, so... I'm really...
You're good, man. You're good.
It's mad though, like...
how if I didn't leave you, none of this would've happened.
She's right. Technically, I did.
- And I'm fucking... - Nah, nah.
You're good, man.
- It's good to see you, still. - Yeah, man.
Feels, uh, feels kinda good like...
Yeah, I can roll you one.
Yeah, why not?
I'm glad she told you.
How's that my L, for real,
when she's the one who gave me approval to leave?
And seeing she's the one who forced me to lie
and say I walked you home.
She's got two L's, I got one L,
so who should be carrying the L this whole time,
- you know what I mean? - Who you talking about?
Oh, shit.
ALBERTINA SISULU" BY SONS OF KEMET PLAYING)
So bro, what's really good?
Same old, sis. Same old.
- How's Wunmi? - Yeah...
No!
What happened?
She's been in a few serious relationships already.
- Oh... - And she weren't really looking
for like... long term tings.
We're still friends though, so it's chill.
We did argue one time, though.
- I'll get it.
Dad!
Ay! Araba, you've grown.
- Oh, nice to see you. - Yeah, you too.
- Hello, Auntie L. - Oh, Nick.
- How are you? - I'm fine, Auntie.
Who is it?
Araba, you don't remember me?
Um...
Auntie, you know this one now, she doesn't remember anything.
Mom, Auntie Lenora's here!
- My dear. - Ooh, is it!
Fine girl no pimples, simples.
By the grace of God, I'm fine.
Auntie is going now.
God bless you for coming by.
- Bye, Auntie. - Bye, Auntie.
- What? - Basic Twi, Bells.
How have you still not learnt basic Twi?
When did you?
I been trying to understand what the elders been saying
- since we were babies, fam. - Shit.
While you just sat there clueless...
...playing Gameboy.
I'm dumb, bros.
You this girl, couldn't retain shit.
Listen. My head is like diet cola, okay? It's light.
'Cause you don't remember.
No, I don't.
I got hungry.
Daddy is taking us to McDonald's.
- Dad!
It's Auntie L.
LENORA:
GRACE:
The man is no good.
Shh.
I spoke to him this morning, he'll be here.
It's gonna get cold.
If it gets too cold, we'll put it in the microwave.
Can I at least get a plantain?
- I'm getting hungry. - No, Nick. You cannot.
- I'll get it.
- Dad? - Plates, Nick.
And bring the blue plate for your dad, the one he likes.
- Hello, Dad!
My girl, eh!
- How are you? - Fine.
- We need tunes. - How are you?
Thank you.
- Ayy. - He's here! Hooray!
- We can finally eat. - Happy birthday, madam.
- Why thank you, Kojo. - Nicholas! Eh?
- What you sayin', Dad?
Nicholas, microwave?
- Nicholas, how is school? - University?
- Mm. - It's good.
But it's been how many years now?
- Six. I got one left. - Hope you are not spending
all your studying time in the gym?
- Oh, Kojo...
- What is going on these days? - It's a part-time degree.
- I've gotta work, innit. - He's doing very well.
By 17, I was living by myself.
You, you had moved out.
- Mmm, yeah, I'm... - By 26, I didn't have muscles,
- I had a house. - I'll be back.
I wonder how much that house is worth now, eh?
- Probably at least a million.
That house was the spot.
You were always at that house after school.
- Yeah, 'cause Dad lived there. - Mm...
And he was driving that orange car.
Ooh, when Daddy was driving Mercedes-Benz!
I was driving a Toyota!
A specimen of a car!
- Come on, better than a Benz. - Okay, Daddy.
It wasn't orange.
It was burnt clementine.
You didn't see another guy
driving a burnt clementine Toyota.
It was my trademark.
Only for those guys to come back the next day and steal it, eh.
- Mmm. - Christ.
- What? What was that? - Oh, they, uh...
they stole the television, the speakers...
Madam, listen, if you're going to say it,
say it right, eh?
I was driving my Toyota.
I walked into my house. I was sad.
Only the day before, I was victim to a cruel robbery.
I looked around my empty house, I said, "God," eh?
"What did I do to deserve this, huh?
Why did you do this to me?"
And then I heard a car engine.
I say... I say, "I know that engine."
It was my Toyota. Hey, Jesus.
By the time I run to the door... ...it was gone.
Yeah, um, the day before, when they robbed the whole house,
Dad didn't realize they'd also robbed his second set of keys.
- Ouch. - Mm-hmm.
It's hard to start again, man. Impossible.
You were only a baby.
Yeah, you didn't come to that house much.
No, he wasn't a "baby," I was 14, so he was like...
Hmm, yeah.
- They really must have followed you, eh? - Who?
- Oh, Kojo, let's not. - What?
You left the window open. Yeah, man!
How else do you think they got in?
I don't know how long you were entering the house like that.
Oh no!
- It was me? - Mm.
It's okay, it's in the past now.
The past is the past.
So why are we talking about it?
She asked me where the blame lies.
- I'm just telling her. - Kojo!
She was a child!
Of course, of course, but I was sad, eh?
What happened?
To struggle in this country for decades,
to lose everything in a matter of hours
because of this wonderful tyrant.
Who is the tyrant?
- Okay, okay!
- Um...
Uh, one second, please.
- He's looking. - Is he?
Yes. Don't look for him, he'll think you're a slag.
- Oh. - Walk straight.
Bella, what you saying?
You all right?
Bruv, run, run!
- Wait. What is happening? - If he sees you
in your dutty school uniform for a second longer, it's over.
You need to go to your dad's and change, bruv.
If my dad sees me, I'm fucked.
Hi, Daddy...
Yeah, I'm fine.
I was gonna come say hello, you home?
Oh, it's a shame.
That's a long time, till midnight?
Nah, it's okay. I'll just go to Mummy.
Ah, don't work too hard.
Love you.
When your parents ain't together, double yard,
- that's sick! - No, they are together,
they just never lived in the same place, you know?
And I get to see him whenever I like,
and I get to stay here sometimes.
He ain't got no other family?
Nah, I just got two yards, innit?
So how come you ain't got a key?
He's gonna cut one for me, he just keeps forgetting.
Is your mom and dad married?
Oi, Kevin is so buff.
When I see him, I feel a pebble in my clit,
bouncing off the upper left side,
you know what I mean?
What?
Nothing.
Have you got nice garms in your yard?
- Yeah. - Okay, cool,
'cause if I'm struggling walking around as your friend,
how's anyone gonna be your boyfriend?
All right.
And these things on your feet are testing our friendship.
Tell me you got crep in the yard, too?
Yeah.
You need to hurry up,
or Kevin's gonna be gone by the time you come back.
Cool, cool. Double tap, yeah?
Yeah.
I thought you said he was at work?
I was like, "Shit!"
What happened?
Mom. Are you okay?
Yes, of course.
It's my birthday, and I'm looking cute.
Uh...
Lenora, is she your friend?
Yes, my dear.
She was also your father's plaything.
You don't care?
I'm single and sexy, why should I care?
All I care about is my children.
- Mom? - Hmm?
I have to tell you about something
that happened to me in January.
Okay. What happened?
The most to me...
I can feel the change...
Does it need more sugar?
What?
The mojito?
Oh, um...
No. It's... it's perfect, it's... it's really nice.
Way ahead of me...
You're gorgeous.
Thank you.
When are you gonna do something about it?
I cooked and made you a mojito.
Yeah, thank you.
What else you got for me?
You mean my dick?
Yeah, I mean your dick.
We can... explore being sexual another day.
Then why'd you follow through and make me come all the way here?
I liked your pictures.
You know, your profile says "Fun Now."
Mojitos are fun, and now we have them.
Stop fuckin' with me, you know what I mean.
Oh.
Okay, well, you're wasting my fucking time.
So can you just see me out?
'Cause this... this is fucking weird.
Is having a mojito weirder than instantly fucking?
Sometimes, there's other stuff.
Sit with me.
And we'll think about what else.
How long you been on Grindr?
I want a hug.
- Hi. - Hey, girl.
- What's good?
How was your audition?
It was all right, you know.
- Yeah? - Mmm.
And your dad, did he turn up?
Um, well... Hey, Kai.
- Hmm? - She's here.
Can I get you guys anything?
Uh, yeah.
- Your usual? - Yes, please.
- And red? Glass of red? - Yeah.
Can we get two glasses of red, please?
Cool. All right. If there's anything else that you need,
just let me know.
Oh, the swag. Goddamn.
Oh, yeah. So, did you dad turn up?
- Um... - Oh, girl, I should've told you not to trust him.
Nah, he... he... he did. He was a bit late, but...
Oh, okay.
I gave Simon his jacket back today.
Hmm.
What did he say?
- I'm sorry. - You're amazing.
Thank you
for... being a really great friend
and looking after me this past year, yeah.
- Ooh.
- Thank you. - Enjoy.
Your birth is my birth, G.
- Your death is my death. - Your death is my death.
Sis, are you good?
- Yeah, you? - Yeah, man.
You gonna eat that?
Are you okay, darling?
- Do you want more food? - Oh, yes, please.
Can we get more plantain?
You this boy and your plantain, eh?
- The book. - Amazing, Ben.
Della Croy-Dickie.
I need to meet her. She's like my twin.
I wondered if you could maybe arrange a meeting
for the two of us.
Where's your draft?
We've been waiting for quite a while now.
I am in more debt
than I've ever been in my whole life.
What's on the menu tonight?
Going to do your bar watch thing?
Yeah. Hey, you wanna come?