Dad!
Ay, my darling!
Let's go McDonald's.
Ah. I thought I was bringing the McDonald's to you, my dear.
Next time.
Hm, ok?
Love you.
I told ya.
Told ya he was coming.
Slow down.
Mum!
Daddy!
How are you, my darling?
Wave, wave, happy, wave.
Phone pings, look at phone,
deep breath, sadness.
- How are you? - I'm fine now.
Mum's birthday today, remember?
I miss you, daughter.
I miss you too.
- You coming to Mum's? - No.
Gotcha!
- Bella? Terry's here. - OK.
- Hello? - Hi.
- I'll see you at Mum's? - Yeah.
Oh, it's cold.
Red lorry, yellow lorry. Red lorry, yellow lorry.
Red lorry, yellow lorry...
OK, I'm ready.
Woman three says hello to co-workers.
She receives notification on her phone...
and she opens it, looks around her office...
and cries.
OK, I'm feeling good about that.
Yeah, that's good, that's really good.
- Great. - Yeah, cool.
Cool. Bella, you sure?
Yep, don't have a lot to do today, just my mum's birthday, that's it.
Oh, my bad!
- Auntie! Eti sen? - Eye, and you?
Oh, by the grace of God, me, I'm OK. Happy birthday!
- Afehyia pa! - Medaase pa.
- Hi, Mum. Happy birthday. - Happy birthday, Auntie!
Look at all of you. Thank you.
What time is Dad coming?
- He said five. - A'ight.
Bye-bye. Bye. Bye!
- Bye, happy birthday. - Bye, Auntie.
Oh, you didn't tell me Daddy was coming.
Oh, you lot getting your Brady Bunch on.
Yeah, we're going to do all the stuff, you know?
- Oh, yeah, proper stuff. 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 portion of food
as if he's earned the right to chomp.
Right. Let's go again.
Oh. OK...
Woman three says hello to co-workers.
? This is your world, you can be what you want ?
? But nothin' ain't, nothin' ain't ?
? Nothin' ain't ?
? Nah, nothin' ain't free ?
? Nothin' ain't ?
? Nothin' ain't... ?
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...
This is 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.
Thought I was going mad.
You're amazing.
Terry Pratchard?
Sorry for just...
I went to your workplace, I was just going to...
Yeah, I don't work there any more.
Some people be looking for me too much.
Guessing you must've seen Kat.
So, yeah...
Mum's cooking's second to none so that's one thing.
Can we...can we walk?
- You angry with me? - No.
You angry with me?
Sometimes.
Generally, I just feel...
really bad for thinking even for a second that you might've, so...
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...
- Feels kind of good, man. - It does, innit?
Yeah, I can roll you one, you know?
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 Ls, I got one L,
so who should be carrying the L this whole time,
you know what I mean?
Who are you talking about?
Oh, shit.
- So, bro, what's really good? - Same old, sis.
- Same old. - How's Wunmi?
No!
What happened?
She's been in a few serious relationships already
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!
Araba, you've grown!
- Oh, nice to see you. - Yeah, you too.
- Hello, Auntie El! - Oh, Nick, how are you?
I'm fine, Auntie.
Araba, you don't remember me?
Auntie, you know this one now, she doesn't remember anything.
Mum, Auntie Lenora's here!
- My dear. - Ooh, is it?
Fine girl, no pimples, simples.
By the grace of God I am fine.
Auntie is going now.
God bless you for coming.
- Bye, Auntie. - Bye, Auntie!
Araba, wu ti Twi?
What?
Basic Twi, Bells. How have you still not learnt basic Twi?
When did you?
I've been trying to understand what the elders been saying
- since we were babies, fam... - Shit.
While you just sat there, clueless...
- playing Game Boy. - I'm dumb, bros.
You this girl, couldn't retain shit.
Listen, my head is like diet cola, OK? It's light.
- Cos you don't remember. - No, I don't.
I got hungry.
Daddy is taking us to McDonald's.
Dad!
It's Auntie El.
The man is no good.
I spoke to him this morning, he'll be here.
It's going to 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.
Hey, Dad!
My girl.
- How are you? - Fine.
- We need tunes. - How are you?
Thank you.
He is here -- hooray!
- We can finally eat. - Happy birthday, madam!
Why, thank you, Kojo.
- Nicholas! - What you saying, Dad?
Nicholas...
microwave?
- Nicholas, how is school? - University? It's good.
- But it's been how many years now? - Six. I've got one left.
I 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 got to work, innit? - He's doing very well.
At 17, I was living by myself. You...you had moved out.
- By 26, I didn't have muscles -- I had a house. - I'll be back.
I wonder how much that house is worth now.
- Probably at least a million. Ey wasa! - That house was the spot.
You were always at that house after school.
Yeah, cos Dad lived there!
And he was driving that orange car.
When Daddy was driving Mercedes-Benz!
I was driving a Toyota -- a specimen of a car!
- Come on, better than a Benz! - OK, 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? Christ!
- What? What was that? - Oh, they...
They stole the television, the speakers... Madam, listen.
If you're going to say it, say it right. 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!
What did I do to deserve this? Why did you do this to me?"
And then I heard a car engine.
I said, I said, "I know that engine!" It was my Toyota!
Hey, Jesus! By the time I ran to the door, it was gone.
The day before, when they robbed the whole house,
- Dad didn't realise they'd also robbed his second set of keys. - Ouch!
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... - Yeah.
They really must have followed you,
- 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! - It's OK. 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?
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? - OK, OK!
One second, please.
- He's looking. - Is he?
Yes. Don't look for him. He'll think you're a slag.
Walk straight.
- Bella, what you saying? - You all right?
- Bruv, run, run! - Wait!
What is happening?
If he sees you in a 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 going to come and say hello. You home?
Oh, it's a shame!
That's a long time. Until midnight?
Nah, it's OK. I'll just go to Mummy.
Don't work too hard. Love you.
When your parents ain't together, double yard. That's sick!
Nah, 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've just got two yards, innit?
So how come you ain't got a key?
He's going to cut one for me -- he just keeps forgetting.
Is your mum and dad married?
Kevin is so buff!
When I see him, I feel a pebble in my clit,
bouncing off the upper left side.
Do you know what I mean?
What?
- Nothing. Have you got nice garms in your yard? - Yeah.
OK, cool, cos if I'm struggling walking around as your friend,
- how's anyone going to be your boyfriend? - All right!
And these things on your feet are testing our friendship.
- Tell me you've got crep in the yard too. - Yeah.
You need to hurry up or Kevin's going to be gone
by the time you come back.
- OK, cool. Double tap, yeah? - Yeah.
I thought you said he was at work!
I was like, shit!
What happened?
- Mum, are you OK? - Yes, of course.
It's my birthday and I'm looking cute!
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.
Mum?
I have to tell you about something
- that happened to me in January. - OK.
What happened?
- Does it need more sugar? - What?
The mojito.
No, it's perfect.
It's really nice.
- You're gorgeous. - Thank you.
When are you going to do something about it?
- I cooked and made you a mojito. - Yeah, thank you.
What else have you got for me?
- You mean my dick? - Yeah, I mean your dick.
We can explore being sexual another day.
Then why did 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 fucking with me.
You know what I mean.
OK, well, you're wasting my fucking time,
so can you just see me out cos this is fucking weird?
Is having a mojito weirder than instantly fucking?
Sometimes, there's other stuff.
Sit with me and think about what else.
How long have you been on Grindr?
I want a hug.
- Hey, girl! - What's good? How was your audition?
It was all right, you know.
And your dad -- did he turn up?
- Hey, Kai. She's here. - Can I get you guys anything?
- Your usual? - Yes, please.
- And... Red, glass of red? - Yeah.
- Can we get two glasses of red, please? - Cool.
If there's anything else that you need, just let me know.
Ooh, the swag! Goddamn! Oh, yeah, so did your dad turn up?
- Oh, I should have told you not to trust him. - No, he did.
- He was a bit late, but... - OK.
I gave Simon his jacket back today.
What did he say?
You're amazing...
Thank you for...
being a really great friend and looking after me
this past year, yeah?
- Thank you. - Enjoy.
- Your birth is my birth, G. - Your death is my death.
Sis, are you good?
- Yeah, you? - Yeah, man.
You going to eat that?
Are you OK, darling?
- Do you want more food? - Yes, please.
- Can we get more plantain? - You this boy and your plantain?