What is it you want Barry?
You know what I want.
We are thinking the same thing, aren't we?
Yes, my man.
Things are different now.
Is everything a joke to you?
You hate it when Merty and them lot
chat that homophobic nonsense.
But society don't become equal until brave folks...
...fight back.
Seeing as you're saying you're going to divorce Carmel,
why don't we go the whole hog?
Why don't we think about marriage Barry?
I was not thinking about marriage.
Goodbye Barry.
Of all animals, the boy is the most unmanageable.
It's Plato, 428 to 347 BCE.
'Cause boy will be boy.
- Larry... - ...you damn fool...
- Larry... - Larry please... - Listen Larry... Listen, listen...
Larry don't, Larry, Larry, please.
You chupit boys best listen and listen good...
Aryuh rass damned lucky it was me.
You only get one life.
You screw it up, and no joke. Understand?
You'll destroy everything.
What are we gonna do Barry?
- What if he talk? - Him won't...
But if anybody find out Barry, we are dead, Barry...
Morris, what you doing?
Goodbye Barry.
Donna.
- It's lovely to meet you. - Oh, thanks.
Can you transfer my drinks to the table, please?
No problem, sir.
- Would you...? - Yeah.
You look amazing.
Thank you.
So, what is it you do Donna?
Erm, I'm in social care.
Well, I work in social care.
Oh, do you enjoy it?
I dunno... I like to think that what I do is important.
Makes a bit of difference in some way at least.
Mm, I hear that.
- What about you? - Doctor. Well, consultant.
Wow, okay. What kind?
Gynaecologist.
What, what made you choose to do that?
That some weird teenage fantasy looking at muffs all day?
Well, it's not all day, yeah,
we've got the fun of x-rays and lunch time seminars.
No, but seriously, what, what made you choose that particular field?
You're funny.
No... No, no... Barry, no...
Goodnight boss...
Goodnight Morris, my Morris.
You have always been my Morris.
- Okay... - A goodhearted man, eh?
A special man,
a sexy man,
a history-loving man,
a man of many moods, eh?
And a drinking man,
a man with whom I can be myself completely!
- You about to burst into song? - I might,
I might, I might, I might,
because I want to sing your name into the night...!
Hey, see, that rhymes!
Well erm...
you forgot soon-to-be-divorced-man!
Man, you free.
That's what that is. You is free.
And that make you a richer man than most.
Far richer than me!
You think so?
I think so.
Come on Morris...
...my Morris.
I need you, I need you, I need you.
Morris..?
Hello..?
He's dead Barry.
Papi...
Oh Lord, I so sorry Carmel.
When, when you coming out for the funeral?
Barry?
You know I don't business with funeral.
Yes, but...
... this is mi Papi.
I need you.
I really need you to come out.
Carmel, I sorry.
I so sorry, but erm...
I just can't.
He's my world.
...for seventeen years.
Wow, so, no longer a boy but a man,
ready to leave the nest and...
I bet he doesn't even want hugs anymore.
Oh, sorry, sorry...
it's, it's, it's okay. It's like what you said,
I'm just proud of him.
'Specially being Oxford bound.
Ra... You have raised him well.
I hope my girls can do just as well when they are of the same age.
- You have kids? - Well, my divorce from their mother
was actually quite amicable, so
I get to see them regularly now.
- Who left who? - How do you mean?
Well, you know, when people say it was "amicable",
someone still has to instigate it.
It's usually the man.
No, it wasn't like that.
No?
Marriage is hard, you know.
No, I wouldn't.
Marriage is nothing but a vehicle for female oppression!
All men are vampires?!
Is this a set up for a joke?
Oh, they can be charming. My lord can they be charming.
But their sole remit, ultimately,
is to suck - the life out of a woman.
Take my dad. King of the vampires.
The lies he's told to the face of the woman
whose given her whole life to him.
He'll always find a way of letting her down and abandoning her.
I know it, my mum knows it, heck,
I bet even your wife does -
amicable as it may have been.
And one day, pretty sure your daughters will too.
Please don't talk about my daughters as if they are you.
'Cause they're not.
Just like I'm not your father.
I'm sorry for wasting your time tonight.
I'll sort the bill.
Your father not for me.
I can't believe it! I can't believe he's doing that to you, Mum. Again!
I said it before, Donna. Men...
they're not to be relied on.
Could you come out?
I know is last minute but...
Oh don't be silly Mummy.
Not doing anything important anyway.
Well, if yuh sure...
You need me, Mum.
- That's all that matters. - I can't do this alone...
Thank you.
Morris?
It's okay, I'm here.
- Hello? - You are without doubt the most...
- ...un-feeling person ever. - Donna my darlin'...
...it is too, too early for such accolades.
Don't you "Donna darling" me, Dad.
I'm having to go to Antigua for Grandad's funeral...
...because you won't.
So, I'm gonna drop Daniel round at yours midday.
- Come again? - I need you to look after him.
- Look after him. - Trust me...
- I can't... - I wouldn't be asking you if I had another option.
But Maxine's got a work thing. And he needs to revise
for his mocks, so don't let him out...
... and don't let any friends round, okay?
- Listen, please, I, I, I don't... - I'm relying on you
to behave yourself, and to set a good example.
Do I make myself clear?
Welcome to Planet Donna Deluded.
Am I making myself clear, Dad?
My dear...
You are clear as crystal.
connect with your grandson, again.
Ha, ha...
okay.
Oh, how come yuh never tell me which one was for which?
I did.
- Then which is which. - You never listen.
Use your common sense.
You must have a special cleaning procedure you
inherited from yuh mother.
No?
Should be a doddle for someone as smart as you, Barrington?
Only women does have skills that you pass down,
secret rites, like
how to give birth to children,
how to give men grief.
Honey Monster, his breakfast, rum, mine.
You wanted to paint over this.
- That was you. - No, sah.
Mm-hmm...
Well, I had the right, didn't I?
Is my house. I bought it.
You may have bought the house, Barrington...
But I made it a home!
Boy, yuh grown an inch since last Sunday or what?
- Hello, Grandy. - Hello, Danny-Boy.
Oh Lord! What that aftershave yuh wearing?
- Why, d'you like it? - It smell like a funeral home.
Come on.
The bachelor life is it, Grandy?
Are you cheeking me Danny-Boy?
Mum said you'd turn this place into a dump within a week.
Really? I tell you what.
You go upstairs and offload your stuff,
and then we can have a likkle natter about the slanderous things
being said about innocent people.
I'll put the kettle on,
unless you would prefer something a little stronger?
Grandy, it's only, like, half eleven in the morning.
Oh, you're right.
- What? - You're a bad influence.
Huh?
Oh...
Welcome to
Grandy's Bar!
Right, huh, give me one glass o' whisky,
mm, 'cos I is a rude bwoy.
An' mi wan' it on the rocks, Grampops.
Now, either yuh Irish all of a sudden,
or you are trying to make fun of me.
Not at all. It's just I wish I could talk patois like you,
but Mum always forbade it.
Danny-Boy, lemme tell you something.
Speaking one tongue don't preclude excellence in another.
Because I can speak the King's English
when I feel like it.
Because I know my syntax from my semiotics,
my homographs from my homophones,
and don't even get me started on my dangling participles.
You know, back home
I would get beats if I didn't know my grammar.
I know my grammar too, Grandy,
but we're in the minority.
And sometimes...
Sometimes?
Go on. This is a safe space.
Sometimes I wish I didn't.
Because it makes people treat me funny.
Black and white.
Almost mistrustfully, you know?
Mm...
You pay them no mind.
As we have already established, most people, plain stupid.
Just have to go on socials to see that.
Social?
Social media.
I'll show you sometime,
get you online.
Bring the world into your sitting room.
No, no, no, no,
I don't want the whole world making noise in my yard.
I have enough troublemakers in my life already.
Here.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Oh, okay,
I'm more of a brandy man myself.
Okay Danny-Boy...
...let we talk man to man.
Cut right to the chase.
What your mother been saying about me?
It's not so much she hates you...
Oh...
More she hates herself and transfers it on to others.
And you know what they call that?
Freudian Projection.
- It's when you have a... - Yes of course.
I know.
I studied it for my psychology GCSE.
Oh...
It's a psychological defence mechanism
whereby someone unconsciously denies his or her own attributes,
thoughts and emotions,
which are then transferred onto others,
such as a convenient alternative target.
Was I ever such a smug know-it-all?
Cos he sound like he reciting from a textbook.
So you have a girlfriend?
Daniel?
Do you have a girlfriend?
Yes...
Chris.
- Chris. - Chris.
You know what would be proper gangsta?
What?
If you got plaits.
Like Kendrick.
D'you wanna get like really ***...
Dab some weed with me and I'll let you taste it...
Maybe we see if I can finally handle that BBC.
It's complicated.
Isn't it always. Huh...
Don't tell Mum, though.
I swear, living with her is like living in an insane asylum.
What make yuh think she mad?
She's the biggest hypochondriac.
Smallest thing wrong with me and it's, like, terminal.
Yet she still plies me with fast food and processed junk.
How sectionable is that?
And no matter how much "therapy" she has,
she still blames Dad for everything,
when I know for a fact
she was a right *** to him
- and forced him to leave. - Woah, woah, woah, hold on,
that is my daughter you calling a ***!
And how you know what went on when him gone before you was born?
- He told me. - What, you see Frankie?
Eh?
You see your father?
Is...
is him do this?
Frankie did this?
We should call the police.
No, no Mum, please.
Donna...
No, she right, no police.
Oh Jesus...
Donna... It's alright.
Darling look at me...
No police.
Mr Walker...!
Come near Donna again. I dare you!
So, this been goin' on from time?
- A while. - Mm..
Just needed someone to talk to, you know?
A man in my life.
Maybe you'd like to man up and pay for your schoolin'.
'Cause God knows he owes enough child support.
Okay, so he's made a few mistakes.
A few.
But then who hasn't?
And your mother,
she knows nothing about you and Frankie, right?
Daniel,
hey... Right?
No, she'd go even more mental.
So don't you ever tell her! Ok?
Look at me.
Ever.
Yes...
I hear you have to revise?
How's everything going with that?
Cool.
Cool?
The data is all lodged up in this hard drive of mine, okay?
I'm applying for Harvard now as well as Oxford.
There's so much competition.
Only one person can be Britain's first black PM.
You know something Danny,
the real test of success is how you manage failure.
You have to be prepared to imp...
Prepared to improvise.
- Oh... - Hm...
I like being here, Grandy.
Though...
where's your partner-in-crime?
I take it you mean your Uncle Morris?
Mm-hmm...
Him busy right now.
Aw, so you had a lover's tiff?
What you say?
It's...
Mum's always joking that
you and Uncle Morris should have married each other.
Hmm.
You know? 'Cause you're inseparable.
Let me tell you something Danny-Boy that you don't know.
Me and your Uncle Morris have been lovers
from when we was younger than you are right now.
So what you have to say about that?!
Wow, your mother is full of jokes, eh?
Everything alright?
Yeah, fine thanks now, Grandy.
Problem with having the whole world in your bedroom is, I suspect,
it makes it hard to sleep, eh?
Erm...
Maybe, Grandy.
If there wasn't a little thing called 'night mode'.
Voila.
After all, revision tomorrow!
Yes, I can get you anything else?
You want a hot chocolate or a..?
You'll be offering to tuck me in, next.
Once upon a time...
Good,
okay...
night.
Night. Grandy.
Pap, pap, pap...
Truth is... You man are ***.
Screw facing hard like you want ***.
But when I pull up, you ain't saying shit.
***. Suck on my nine inch bit,
Pap, pap, pap...
Boy, what the hell is this?
- Morning, Grandy. - Morning Grandy?
Don't you morning Grandy me.
What is this?
No...
***. Suck on my nine inch bit,
Pap, pap, pap...
- Er, it's not what it looks like. - No, clearly,
cos here's me thinking you up early studying,
when all the while you're here in my house
spouting this - this - this - this hateful diatribe!
Grandy, you don't understand, it's just music...
- It's music. - Yeah, lyrics, you know,
for a drill song. Look.
I can't sit here, just wish for shit I never had.
I'm a different lad...
I don't
it's not like I believe any of it.
Then why you saying it?
I dunno. It's what my friends and I are into.
Well, them more than me.
They thought it would be cool to do a video like this.
You know, for TikTok?
Asked me to do the rap.
And why you?
I'm the best at English...
Say again?
I'm the best at English...
Danny-Boy.
Come, we're going out.
Find your coat.
I...
Did I know him?
Nor me.
But he was one-a we, one of our family.
My brother Larry's grandson.
Who I never knew even existed until he was...
stabbed,
murdered,
and became just another headline.
God.
He was only fourteen.
You could-a been a role model for him.
Now he's a warning for you!
- Grandy, I told you- - And now I'm telling you,
your idiot friends are indulging in a fad
that will have no consequences on their futures
whereas for you... The first Black PM...
Well, you can forget that if any of this
drill nonsense were ever to come out.
'Cause the sad truth is,
certain people can cock-a-doodle pigs
and still get ahead.
But that is not the reality for us black folk.
You never let other people's narrow-minded expectations
dictate who you are
who you're going to be, or what life you should live.
Only cowards and fools do that.
Cowards and fools.
Thought you might like a break.
Thank you Grandy.
You're welcome Danny-Boy.
Oh God, my head hurts.
I'm not surprised the boy have a headache.
Carmel gave me enough of them with the...
...way she dress up this room.
Come, come...
- alright. - Mm-hmm...
You, me and baby make three.
- Make four. - Make four!
Come.
Boom...
boom...
- That's good, eh? - Mm...
And locally sourced.
Mm, moon run faas but day ketch im.
- Oh. - Mm...
- Indeed. - Mm...
Your actions and misdeeds will always have consequences.
That's very good, Daniel.
No is erm...
- is very good. - Ahh...
Oh...
I've got to go.
Go where?
Off out with a couple of school friends.
Don't worry, not those friends.
Tell him to sit him lanky ass down.
That him going nowhere.
You heard what Donna said.
You know, is our show.
And it's about to start.
Fill me in tomorrow.
Back late, so no need to wait up.
Hey...
Danny-Boy.
You want me to come pick you up?
No, it's okay,
my friend's got a car.
Your friend got a name?!
Okay, okay,
go and enjoy yourself,
blow off some steam, strike some poses on the dancefloor, eh?
Thanks, Grandy.
I knew you'd understand.
But don't look at any roughnecks in the wrong way, 'kay?
'Cause they might erm...
...stab you.
Okay... bye.
Bye.
Stabbed to death on the streets of London.
The victim aged 14 was found
with a fatal stab wound in Hackney Central, East London,
late on Thursday night.
Despite the efforts of first responders,
he died at the scene.
A statement has been released by the lead detective on the case
all of our thoughts are with the family of this young man
whose tragically had his life cut short.
Hullo?
Barry?
Is that you?
Barry?
You stupid coward,
Morris would tell you not to worry so.
Coward!
Since when I live over a nightclub?
What happened to Daniel?
Why are you in my house?!
You gonna take that from Grandad?
Tim come on, let's go!
Oh *** that. Dan said it was cool.
Eh, for the homeboy, Jerome, eh?!
Oi, easy old man!
Daniel. Wake up man!
Look at this place!
Your Grandmother's things.
Look at what you've done!
You're smoking,
trashing, you are trespassing!
I want all of you to get the *** out of my house, now!
Hey, hey, hey, how dare you damage my personal prop...
*** your property! And don't make me tell you again.
*** off!
Grandad, Grandad I, I swear,
- I never meant to... - Don't you speak to me.
And leave, mi said leave. So come out!
I say leave, so leave. And take this,
this homophobic shit noise with you
- Burn batty boy, burn! - Jesus.
Jesus Christ.
No, no, no, no...
Hey, hey, hey! Just go!
- *** you getting all up at me for? - Just go, please.
What ya gonna do?
Stop *** looking at me like you want my ***.
***!
Yes I am a ***! So what?
You want to run batty man, then come run me!
'Cause I suck ***!
What you have to say about that?!
You want to burn ***?!
Come burn me, I dare you!
I ***...
...dare you to come burn me!
Grandy?
I want you to take yuh *** friends,
come out.
- I'm just gonna grab. - Just gwarn.
Move, move, move, just move.
Come out my house. Come out!
Gwarn now!
Gwarn, before I call the police.
My things,
I need to get my things.
Find your t'ings and *** off, now!
Oh Jesus Christ.
You as rotten as your daddy
and you are a loser,
like all the rest of dem.
So gwarn...
Go...
You just don't get it do you?!
That it's you!
You're to blame.
I can't trust men,
because of the pain you caused Mum her whole married life!
Years of marriage to that man has taken its toll on you.
What you need, woman,
is some TLC.
I was wrong about a whole heap of things.
But I want to be brave.
I want to be brave.
For you...
I want to be brave for us.