[indistinct chatter]
[hairspray being applied]
JULES: Oh, wait, the talc. Get the talc.
WOMAN: Let's go, babe. Are you ready?
- JULES: Yeah, just there. - TOBY: Oh, God.
ALICIA: Come on. We need to get it in.
Come on, squeeze in. Go.
TOBY: You know, his daddy wanted him to be a surgeon.
Luckily, your daddy likes me just the way I am.
TOBY: Oh my god.
JULES: And... we're in. Oh my god. God!
You're such a dick.
[dance music plays]
[laughter and talking]
TOBY: I'm gonna watch out front. Break a leg.
Oh my God, I love that phrase when I'm wearing heels.
- TOBY: Bye. - Oh, bye.
Bye.
What?
Oh my god, friends kiss.
I didn't say anything.
JULES: Anton, babe, how long do I have left?
Um, about twenty minutes.
Where the fuck have you been?
I'll see you there, right? It's on the left. On the left.
ALICIA: Aw, you scared him away. JULES: He's cute, though.
ANTON [German accent]: Meine Damen und Herren,
mesdammes and messieurs.
Ladies, gentlemen, hi there,
and all those who transcend gender,
please give a large hand and make some fucking noise
for the one, the only, Aphrodite Banks.
[crowd cheers]
["Cleo" by Shygirl]
♪ ♪
♪ You got me feeling like a movie star ♪
♪ All eyes on me ♪
♪ You got me feeling like a movie star ♪
♪ I can be your fantasy ♪
♪ Click the cam, roll the scene ♪
♪ Feed me my line, you tell me ♪
♪ I can play anybody I can be your fantasy ♪
♪ Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy, fantasy ♪
♪ You got me feeling like a movie star ♪
♪ All eyes on me ♪
♪ You got me feeling like a movie star ♪
♪ What you get is make-believe ♪
♪ Call me Cleo, dressed in Gucci ♪
♪ You can watch me come right at you ♪
♪ I'm the ruler of your world Yeah, call me Cleopatra ♪
♪ Lights, camera, action ♪
♪ Too loose with the satisfaction ♪
♪ All the awards, yeah, I got them ♪
♪ VIP, uh, that's my section ♪
[muffled club music]
[distant sirens]
[distant braking of underground train]
CUSTOMER 1: You need to say something.
CUSTOMER 2: I know.
-CUSTOMER 1: He's so obnoxious about her.
[Laughing]
BIJAN: Stop, fuck off, man.
[boisterous laughter]
[indistinct chatter]
BIJAN: Man, this is your fucking fruit juice, innit?
DONOVAN: ls Lydia coming tonight?
They sell fucking alcopops.
Get some alcopops for Jack, man.
CUSTOMER 2: Tequila please? BIJAN: He loves that stuff.
SHOP KEEPER: This one here. CUSTOMER 2: The one underneath.
DONOVAN: Bij, man. CUSTOMER: Can I get two.
[laughter]
OZ: Fuck me. Hey, hey, is that a bloke?
PRESTON: That's fucked up.
DONOVAN: Serious, though? PRESTON: Fucking faggots, man.
Takes one to know one, innit.
What?
DONOVAN: Hey, what did he say?
- PRESTON: Are you talking to me? - Thanks.
- DONOVAN: Hey, what'd he say? - SHOPKEEPER: Next, please.
- 20 Chesterfield Gold, please. - You wanna say that to my face?
OZ: Thinks he's a big man in his high heels.
PRESTON: Oi, turn around and say that.
Oi, turn around then.
- Thank you. - Oi, turn around.
I said, how are you gonna
call me a faggot in front of all your friends,
when I caught you checking me out earlier?
[laughter] DONOVAN: Raaaaah.
OZ: Oi, you lot know each other?
PRESTON: Fuck off man. He's chatting shit.
Mm-hm, babes, don't bother messaging me later
when you're looking for a dick to suck,
because you and your don't-touch-the-sides dick,
not my type.
JACK: Oh, fuuuuuck!
PRESTON: Hold that for me, yea? Hold that for me.
OZ: Oh, he's gone. - What is going on?
OZ: We're on, come.
[laughter]
BIJAN: What's going on, man? What you gonna do, Preston?
Oi, this man-woman humiliated you, bruv.
PRESTON: Where you going?
Turn around then.
BIJAN: Turn around and smile for the camera, please.
PRESTON: Turn around if you're a fucking man.
DONOVAN: Fuck him up, bruv!
PRESTON: What'd I say? I said turn around.
JULES: Fuck off!
DONOVAN: Oh, shit!
Think you're a big man, yeah? Think you're a big man?
Why you wearing a fucking dress for if you're a fucking big man?
JULES: No, no, no!
Get on your knees. Get on your fucking knees.
- OZ: Chill out, bro. - Get on your fucking knees!
Take your fucking dress off.
Take your fucking dress off then.
You gonna say that to me, yeah? You gonna say that to me?
OZ: Hey, please hold him. Hold him, fam.
Who's the big man now, uh? Who's the fucking big man now?
You're the fucking big man? I'm the fucking big man.
[laughter on video recording]
PRESTON: Prick!
[quick, trembling breathing]
TOBY: Oh my god, Alicia.
ALICIA: Jules. Jules. Lisa, get help. Lisa!
TOBY: Jules.
ALICIA: Alright, baba. TOBY: It's okay, it's okay.
ALICIA: Stop fucking looking and get an ambulance.
(TO JULES) You alright?
[Jules cries frantically]
Round two, fight.
[video game sound effects]
TOBY: Babes.
Babes.
I put together this little bad girl this morning...
so... you could wear my old one if you wanted.
Round three.
I know you can pause, so don't even try it.
I can, but I don't want to.
Why stay here playing whatever the fuck this is,
when you could meet that guy in real life at the club?
JULES: I don't want to meet him in real life.
His proportions are horrible.
TOBY: Can you look at me when I'm speaking to you?
JULES: I'm trying to suggest, with my body language,
that I don't want to start this again.
Tobes, let's not ruin the night before it's even begun, yeah?
I'm trying to be a good friend. This isn't healthy.
Well, he doesn't wanna come out.
Every time you do this, you're letting them win.
ALICIA: Brilliant.
TOBY: Whatever. It's his life.
[video game sound effects]
[ominous music plays]
[ominous music becomes louder]
[loud noise in the street]
["I Could Get Used to This" by Becky Hill, WEISS]
♪ ♪
MAN: Hi.
Hi.
Not tonight.
- MAN: You're gorgeous. - Thank you.
- Um, I'm nine inches and thick. - Maybe another time, man.
MAN: Well, have fun, beautiful.
♪ ♪
PRESTON: What did I just say? So why are you touching me for?
MAN 2: Just chill out, mate.
Back the fuck up before I fucking slap you.
- MAN 2: Bloody psycho. - Fucking dog's breath.
MAN 3: Oi. Cool it, yeah?
PRESTON: Who's chatting to you?
MAN 3: Calm down or I'm calling the porter.
Faggot.
MAN 4: We're all faggots here, darling.
PRESTON: it's a fucking shithole, anyway.
[ominous music plays]
[ominous music intensifies]
Come on, then.
PRESTON: You got a free place?
JULES: No.
[car engine starts]
[phone rings]
Keep your mouth shut.
OZ: Fam, where'd the fuck you go?
PRESTON: Had shit to sort out, innit.
OZ: You're a liability.
Nah, mate. Just bored of your chat.
[Oz laughs]
You back at the flat?
OZ: No, I'm still out waiting for this geezer, innit.
Dunno what the fuck he thinks he's playing at.
You need to change it up, man.
OZ: Trust me.
Probably gonna go Junction afterwards if you fancy it?
I'll see how I feel.
OZ: Aight, safe, safe.
[rap music plays]
[ominous music plays]
Fuck!
Walk behind me, yeah?
Don't let no one see you come in.
[Preston opens a fridge door]
- PRESTON: Anyone see you? - No.
[a can of beer is opened]
Want a beer?
I'm okay, thanks.
Shoes off.
[Preston puts rap music on]
PRESTON: Shut the door.
So what's your name?
I don't wanna hear any noise. You understand?
If you make noise, I'm gonna cover your mouth.
Take your clothes off.
PRESTON: Good boy.
On your front.
[Preston moans]
[door opens in the flat]
PRESTON: Shit.
OZ: Oi, Pres! You in?
PRESTON: Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
[friends talking in the flat]
You can't come out dressed like that, man.
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
-PRESTON: Just... stay here. JULES: Till when?
PRESTON: I don't fucking know.
He's not meant to be here, is he?
Chill man, just coming.
Don't fucking move, yeah?
OZ: Where are you, man?
PRESTON: Give me a fucking minute, man.
JACK: I need to piss.
Who's the big man now, uh?
Let me take this fucking dress off.
OZ: Hey, give me one of them.
- OZ: Do you want a line? - PRESTON: Nah, I'm good.
OZ: You're cutting up selfish lines.
...rolling and smoking crack cocaine.
OZ: Hey, who's that?
DONOVAN: What, there's someone there?
OZ: Someone's creeping.
-BIJAN: Preston, you got a girl in there?
OZ: Who's creeping in there? You got a girl in there?
Who is this?
PRESTON: it's my mate, innit.
OZ: Why you not telling me you bringing your boy over?
PRESTON: You my fucking minder now?
I swear he's trying to keep me busy
while some chump robs me blind.
- What's your name, brother? - Uh, Jules.
OZ: What you doing in my yard, Jules?
Just picking up, innit.
- OZ: Bit late. - No, no, helps me sleep.
Where do you lot know each other from?
Pentonville.
Ah, seen.
JACK: You man were cellmates, yeah?
- [laughter] - PRESTON: Shut up, man.
OZ: You want a beer, Jules?
You can come tell us some stories
about Preston getting bummed in the big house?
Think you're funny, innit.
No, no. You know what, I'm gonna bounce.
DONOVAN: Rude! In a bit, Jules.
PRESTON: Put your number in my phone.
I need to get my clothes back, innit?
You're gonna wait for my text, yeah?
- JULES: Yeah. - Good boy.
[door slams]
[lift starts moving]
[ominous music plays]
[men on bus chanting]
♪ We love United, we do ♪
[phone pings]
MAN ON BUS: it's so good to be back, man.
OTHER MAN: Tell you what, that last goal.
[ominous music plays]
PRESTON ON VIDEO: What, what, what.
One more, boys, one more.
[moaning]
[ominous music fades out]
[panicked breathing]
PRESTON OH PHONE: What's your markup?
Exactly. Hard cash value. What is your time worth?
So what? You just start a new account.
They ain't got your address.
Yeah, listen, my mate's just turned up, yeah.
You call me tomorrow? Yeah, right.
- Alright? - Yeah.
Are you?
[car engine starts]
PRESTON: You gone shopping just for me?
JULES: No. I needed new stuff, anyway.
Did you now?
I forgot your hoodie, by the way. Sorry.
Keep it. It's a knock-off, anyway.
I don't wear that shit no more.
If you're on a budget, though,
I can get you more like that on the cheap.
Looks real, does the job.
PRESTON [beeping horn]: Fucking maniac!
[electronic music plays in restaurant]
WAITRESS: Can I get some water for the table?
PRESTON: Yeah, can we get a bottle of sparkling,
a pint of Brixton, and...
...can we get the wine list?
WAITRESS: Oh yeah, it's on the back of the menu.
Um, house... house white would be good.
What do you recommend? WAITRESS: Um,
well, I personally like the French Sauvignon.
It's a little lighter. Very drinkable.
- Glass of that, please. - WAITRESS: Great.
-PRESTON: Yeah, it's alright this place.
-No. Yeah, it seems really nice.
- Don't worry, it's on me. - JULES: No, no, that's--
Nah, nah, nah, it's on me, it's on me.
So, listen,
it was a bit of a madness what you did the other night.
JULES: Yeah, sorry about that.
Nah, nah, I kind of rate it still.
Would have been a different story if you'd fucked up,
but... we don't need to go into that.
WAITRESS: Hey, so, a Brixton... and a sauvignon...
- Could we order some food? - WAITRESS: Yeah.
- You hungry, yeah? - Yeah.
PRESTON: Could we get the chateaubriand...
say 400/500 grams? Rare as you go.
WAITRESS: Great. PRESTON: A smoked bone marrow,
beef fat potatoes, grilled hispi,
and a few sauces.
- Surprise me. - WAITRESS: Absolutely. Yeah.
- Cheers. - PRESTON: Cheers, innit.
[ominous music plays]
JULES: So what? Is this like... Is this like your M.O.?
PRESTON: My M.O.?
Dinner dates with boys you meet in saunas.
PRESTON: Nah, not usually.
Okay. So what makes me so special?
I'll have to get back to you on that one.
Oh, shit.
Shame.
I know, I'm just...
I'm just trying to work out what the vibe is here.
What do you mean?
JULES: I'm not imagining double dates
with your friends any time soon.
You're funny.
You keep this side of your life completely separate?
I'm a private person.
I don't like people getting in my business.
You got a girlfriend?
Not at the moment, no. Would you like it if I did?
Why would I like that?
Okay, okay, I see you.
JULES: Mm-hm? PRESTON: Mm-hm.
JULES: What?
What do you think I do for a living?
You think I'm a dealer, innit?
Is that what you're into?
You want a big man to treat you like a little bitch?
Maybe.
Yeah, I know your type.
Well, if that's what you're after,
I can fill up your bingo card.
Shotting, GBH, done time, all of it.
Hmm? What were you in for?
I don't want to talk about that.
WAITRESS: So...
Cash.
WAITRESS: Thank you.
[rap music plays in car]
[ominous music plays]
[car door opens and closes]
[ominous music intensifies]
This is what you're after, yeah?
You wanna get fucked in the arse by a thug?
This is what you get off on?
You answer me when I speak to you.
- Yes. - Yes what?
Yes, I want it.
[car accelerates away]
[dance music playing in club]
What the fuck?
CALVIN: Jules.
TOBY: But I did make it myself.
I got the materials from, like, just down the road...
One second, sorry.
Sorry, we should have texted you.
JULES: Yeah, bit of a surprise.
TOBY: Blame Anton. It was meant to be like five people.
Where you been?
JULES: With a friend.
Like a friend or a date?
I'm sorry. I just, like...
I don't know what's going on with you.
What do you mean?
I just miss my friend.
I'm here.
Can I have a hug?
- JULES: No. - Sorry.
It's OK.
- I just find it hard. - JULES: I know.
Like, it's just alcohol.
I'm just drunk. I fucking hate it.
I'm sorry. I'm such an idiot.
Hey. Hey.
TOBY: Honestly, it's just alcohol.
I fucking hate it.
ALICIA: I know baby. It's the worst.
Come on, let's go. Let's get you out of here.
[video game sound effects]
- JULES: Leesh. - ALICIA: Mm-hm.
You got a free half-hour?
ALICIA: What for?
Cute. Yes, love this.
Okay, do that thing where you look at me but don't look at me.
"Look at me, I'm shy. I'm so shy. Work it. Work it."
Gorgeous.
Cute, cute. No, your face is banging.
- PRESTON: What the fuck? - What?
PRESTON: Don't send me that shit.
You don't know who's looking.
Oh, but I look cute, though, right?
PRESTON: Nah, I'm serious.
Sorry.
Just been... thinking about you.
[electronic music plays]
PRESTON: What you up to?
You're a glutton for punishment.
PRESTON: Gonna tell your friends about me?
JULES: No.
- PRESTON: What would I do? - JULES: You'd hurt me.
- Same again, yeah? - Yeah.
So the thing is, yeah? I'm a nice guy.
But if you disrespect me, I fuck you up.
JULES: I won't forget that. PRESTON: Yeah?
I'm same.
- Are you now? - Yeah.
Okay, I best remember not fuck with you, then.
PRESTON: What the fuck. What the fuck are you--
Turn that off. What the fuck are you doing? Turn it off.
JULES: it's off! it's off!
PRESTON: Get the fuck out of my car.
- I'm sorry. - I thought it'd be hot.
I told you I would fuck you up. Did you think I was joking?
- I said I'm sorry. - Did you think I was joking?
- JULES: No! - PRESTON: Don't test me then.
It was just for fun!
PRESTON: Delete it. Delete it now.
I told you I don't want my face on nothing.
I don't know you like that, yeah.
I don't know you're about.
I'm sorry. It was a mistake.
Don't do that again.
Get in the car.
[Preston opens door]
I can get you an upgrade for that, for cheap.
5G, better camera.
It's fine.
Nah, like, I wouldn't make you pay for it or nothing.
Okay. Thank you.
I've got a temper, yeah?
Like... if you shock me, I'm gonna react.
I get that.
PRESTON: Yeah?
I put you in a... in a vulnerable position.
I should have asked.
It's my fault.
I'm sorry.
Slow, slow, slow.
Slow.
- JULES: Yeah? - PRESTON: Yeah.
JULES: Yeah?
PRESTON: Yes.
[rap music plays in car]
So I'll see you next week?
That was nice.
In the end.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Okay. I'll text you.
Okay.
PRESTON: What the fuck? What the fuck?
Turn it off. Turn it off
JULES: It's off.
TOBY: I'm just saying, if my kids looked like that,
I probably wouldn't keep putting them on instagram.
ALICIA: Jules.
Yeah.
ALICIA: Where you been?
Uh, with a friend.
TOBY: She told me. You don't have to lie about it.
I know you're seeing someone.
ALICIA: I just want you two to talk again.
Can we talk about this later?
ALICIA: No.
Come and sit down.
Come on.
Okay.
Go on then.
Can we just be friends again, please?
Oh, my God, Toby, you're the one that's ignoring me.
TOBY: Because...!
I was very drunk.
I just want to forget it ever happened.
JULES: I've already forgotten.
- Good. - Good.
Is that it?
Okay, what is this energy
you've brought in with you tonight?
JULES: Uh... frustration, confusion...
a sprinkling of self-loathing...
You know, Friday night.
Spill the tea, bitch.
Can we just get drunk?
[ethereal instrumental music plays]
JULES: I guess you summed it up: he's just... he's 'straight'...
TOBY: See, this is why
we don't date people who hate themselves.
I did not get that memo.
TOBY: Not to be all 'Oprah' about it,
but if there's no emotional connection,
you're just a puckered sphincter for him to dump his cum into.
Did Oprah really say that?
TOBY: She texted me this morning.
[music intensifies]
ALICIA: So...
me and Toby...
have been talking about your birthday.
Wondering how you wanna deal with that, this year.
- I was saying that-- - Tobes.
Sorry, sorry.
You know, obviously, there's no pressure from us.
Mm-mm.
It can be... whatever you want it to be.
Mm.
I think I wanna get back on stage.
ALICIA: Yeah?
Yeah, I...
I fucking miss her.
- TOBY: Aphrodite? - Yes.
TOBY: Oh, I miss her too.
I don't know, she was... she was just so...
she was so powerful.
Sometimes it was confusing. It was like...
it was like she was the real me and...
and I was the performance.
And after...
After you know...
It was like, I wasn't...
it's like I wasn't worth that anymore.
Like I'd let her down.
ALICIA: You didn't let anyone down, babe.
So... should we be preparing for a comeback tour?
Hmm, quelque chose comme ça.
[all laughing]
[ominous music plays]
[indistinct chatter outside lift]
[frantic pushing of buttons]
OZ: You man, let the girls in.
- Come on, where's your manners? - MAN 5: Yeah, that's you Bij.
OZ: Can I get the next one?
Little bit of chivalry goes a long way.
LYDIA: You're a joker.
OZ: A joker? She finds me funny.
Oi oi, Preston's little mate.
- What was the name again? - Jules.
DONOVAN: Look how Preston said he was too tired to come out.
Waste man.
What you doing here, Jules?
Um. I'm just here to pick up, innit?
You know he gets all his shit from me?
Probably ripping him off.
[laughter]
-Oi. DONOVAN: Why are you naked, cuz?
OZ: Oi, Preston, man, put some fucking clothes on.
You've got company.
I swear he's trying to seduce you, Jules.
DONOVAN: Preston, you got any cold ones?
PRESTON: I thought you lot was going Lee's?
JACK: Nah, Debs threw a hissy, man.
DONOVAN: She's a fucking psycho, man.
OZ: That's why you don't stick your dick in crazy.
PRESTON: Chill man. I'll put some clothes on
and we can get out of here.
JULES: Wait, please, don't leave me.
Don't follow me. Relax.
OZ: Don, you got that bag? DONOVAN: Yeah, yeah.
OZ: Jules! Jules!
JACK: But he's a pussy, man.
- DONOVAN: I've seen him switch. - JACK: Nah, he's a pussy.
DONOVAN: I've seen him knock out some man.
JACK: He'd get nicked though.
Come in here and chat to me, man.
We were just about to go out...
OZ: This guy was in Pentonville with Preston
and he's looking at me like I'm the crook.
How you coming into my house and being rude to me, Jules?
JULES: I'm not. JACK: Where's Bij with the weed.
Then come and sit down, man.
[knock at front door]
JACK: Bij has got the week, innit?
DONOVAN: Yeah, but he'll be up in a second.
[front door opens and closes]
OZ: You know what though, yeah, if you wanted weed,
you should have come straight to the source.
Would have given you a much better deal.
It's alright. Just for sleep. I've got enough.
How much money have you got on you now?
BIJAN: Oz man, that's Preston's mate, bro.
OZ: Hush your gums, man. I ain't scary.
- I ain't gonna drop the soap. - DONOVAN: Allow it, man.
What was you inside for?
- What? - OZ: Prison.
Um...
stealing.
You want a few more seconds to think about that?
JULES: Nah, I just don't like talking about it, do I.
Not gonna lie, Jules, you don't look like the type.
[video game plays on TV]
Oh shit, you got Street Fighter?
[laughing] You a gamer Jules?
Yeah, a bit.
I'm actually top ten in the world at Street Fighter.
[laughter]
OZ: Top ten in the room then.
Top ten in this room at Street Fighter!
-JACK: Give me that. You wanna play?
-JULES: Yeah.
JACK: Oi, Bij, gamer seats.
Jack, allow Jules, man. He's a guest.
Yeah, don't be Sagat, Jules. That's my character.
-Have you seen Sagat come into lion?
-JACK: A lion, yeah?
Comes into lion as well. What you laughing about?
-What the fuck you laughing, man.
-It's a fucking tiger, bruv.
Now, let's begin.
Oh, Jules gonna be Chun-li.
[Oz laughs]
DONOVAN: You know she's a buff cartoon, innit?
She is. She is. Chun-li will get it, you know.
DONOVAN: Come on, Jack.
OZ: if her thighs are that big, imagine the bunda.
BIJAN: The size difference, bro, fucking hell.
JACK: No, no, no, just...
DONOVAN: Straight in, yeah? OZ: That arse. Fucking hell.
DONOVAN: You're getting slapped up, man.
JACK: Shut up or I'll slap you up in a minute.
You're dead, bruv.
OZ: Have you even played Street Fighter before?
Shut up, man.
OZ: Jack, play the game, man.
DONOVAN: Fucking hell.
You just got perfected by a girl.
DONOVAN: Fucking hell, man.
[indistinct chatter]
OZ: He's honestly always talking about he's the best.
Look at this guy now.
Preston man, your mate's a fucking savage at this, man.
[cool electronic music plays]
You can't do the same move over and over again.
DONOVAN: Yes, you fucking can.
That's done, innit?
OZ: That's a done deal.
DONOVAN: Jack, you got slapped.
- OZ: Come on, Don. - DONOVAN: Chun-li again, yeah.
Yeah.
Oi, you know who it's going to be, innit?
- I'm going Bison. - JULES: Serious?
MAN: Come on, Don. You got this.
OZ: Look at Don playing with two fingers
like he's playing the fucking piano.
DONOVAN: That's how you're meant to play.
Yeah!
[music gets louder]
DONOVAN: Nah, man, I'm going.
Alright, stop talking to me, man.
Just let me play the fucking game.
You know you're playing Street Fighter?
Like, do you realise that?
JULES: Do you know you just stay standing, bruv?
'Cause you're not going to be there for long.
MAN: Fucking cheat, man. This control pad is fucked.
Sorry, mate, you lost, you lost. Put it down.
Problem with the controller is you're holding it.
Fuck you! This is bullshit.
- OZ: Trust me, do it again. - MAN: it's right there, bruv.
Fucking pass it.
PRESTON: Oz's just getting blood lust. Oh, no! Uh-oh.
Don't fucking throw my stuff on the ground, I swear down.
Someone pass me the fucking thing, man.
Bad disrespect. Fuck off, man.
Round one.
[indistinct chatter]
Shut up! Shut up, you lot. I'm trying to fucking play.
OZ: You see me? DONOVAN: I see you losing.
Look at your face, man!
Get out my space, man.
Oz, wake up!
Get out of my fucking space, man.
Wake up, boy, wake up.
Get up. it's twice.
JULES: You're gonna win. You're winning. I feel it.
You're gonna win, bruv. You're gonna win.
Oh, no! Oh, no! What?
- This guy's fucking cheating. - It was so close, though.
What you saying? You're shit.
I told you this guy was rude!
[music fades out]
JULES: Like seeing me fuck your mates up?
Kinda, yeah.
We can get out of here now if you want?
Or we could go fuck in your room.
Nah, mate...
OZ: Jules! Grab me a beer, man.
There's none left.
OZ: Fucking Preston, man, buy your own fucking beers.
First one I've had.
OZ: Keep driving around in your uncle's fucking BMW.
Why you being a dickhead?
OZ: 'Cause you're a scrounger. Come on, you man.
Ain't my uncle's. I bought it off him.
Who you trying to impress?
OZ: We're going out. I ain't staying in no dry house.
Jules. You coming?
We can't, we got shit to do.
OZ: Oi, was I chatting to you? Do whatever you want, man.
Jules?
Yeah.
Alright.
- Come on, you lot. - What you doing?
I'm just keeping it interesting.
[rap music plays in club]
OZ: Oi, let's get some shots.
Yeah, yeah, shots.
- We're starting then. - Come on then.
JULES: Come, come.
["Little Bit of this" by Central Cee]
♪ Little bit of this ♪
♪ Little bit of that (little bit of that) ♪
♪ Come alive at night ♪
♪ Let's see how you shake that back ♪
♪ Vibrate let's see how you make that clap ♪
♪ Little bit of this ♪
♪ Little bit of that (little bit of that) ♪
♪ Come alive at night ♪
♪ Let's see how you shake that back ♪
♪ Vibrate, let's see how you make that clap ♪
♪ No doubt in my mind that my time will come ♪
♪ All I done was stick to the grind ♪
♪ Bro bro, got the darg parked off ♪
♪ It's willing to bark if it gets out of line, am I lying? ♪
- [Oz laughing] - JULES: What?
Oh... oh...
- Buff, innit? - Yeah, yeah.
The girl I've been chirpsing. Watch, did you see the back?
Yeah.
OZ: She's got a husband.
- JULES: Oh, nice. - OZ: Yes.
What a wasteman, you know.
- OZ: Watch, watch, watch. - JULES: Shit.
[Donovan laughing]
Oi, why you so harsh to him?
It's like banter, innit?
The trick is, you wanna push him right up to his edge,
and then just walk away.
Then the next time someone looks at him sideways,
he goes full-on psycho.
Is it bad?
- You ain't never seen it? - Nah, nah.
My man's like a pit bull that's been dropped
on its head too many times.
It's kinda funny still.
But not for the person getting chunks torn out of him, though.
- Sounds fucked. - Trust me.
DONOVAN: Yeah, bruv, I swear to God.
Imagine, I'm mid-pump, yeah?
This guy comes up to me.
I know him from the gym. We're just chatting.
BIJAN: What you chatting to guys in the gym for?
Listen, bruv. Dickhead, fam. That's not me, bruv.
[indistinct chatter]
Anyways, I'm chatting to him
and there's this one girl that'd be trying to fucking meet.
He's the only mutual friend, yeah.
- So I'm like-- - BIJ: Chatting to her on Insta?
Yeah. So I'm like, 'Do you know this girl?'
I type in her Instagram. Swear to God man goes like this.
I swear down, I show it to him.
I'm like, 'You know who this girl is?'
I swear to god, the guy goes, 'that's my girl.'
BIJAN: Shut up! 'that's my girl!'
[laughter]
[indistinct chatter]
DONOVAN: Swear down, man!
- DONOVAN: Whose round is it? - BIJAN: Not mine.
- DONOVAN: Whose round is it? - JACK: Pres.
It ain't a trick question, bruv. Whose round is it?
- Yeah... uh... what do you want? - DONOVAN: Jaeger.
-LYDIA: Jules. You gonna dance with me?
-JULES: What?
- You gonna dance with me? - Yeah, yeah.
OZ: Oi, Lydia, you move quick.
Fucking hell!
[the group cheers Jules on]
Preston, man, move bruv.
["Catch Me Outside" by B. Young]
♪ You know I can give you what you like ♪
♪ Baby, you can put that on my life ♪
♪ Catch me outside ♪
♪ You can hop up in the ride, yeah ♪
♪ Catch me outside ♪
♪ You can hop up in the ride, yeah ♪
♪ Catch me outside, you can hop up in the ride ♪
♪ Catch me outside ♪
♪ You can hop up in the ride, yeah ♪
♪ Catch me outside, you can hop up in the ride ♪
♪ Catch me outside ♪
♪ Just give me one good reason, oh yeah ♪
♪ Always keep teasing, yeah ♪
♪ Give me one good reason ♪
♪ Girl, I love it how you do that for me ♪
♪ I love it when you tease me, girl ♪
♪ Tryna pree you, girl ♪
♪ When you whine your waist ♪
♪ You look freaky, girl ♪
♪ You know you the one that I'm taking home ♪
♪ Girl, I love it how you do that for me ♪
♪ Baby, we can do this for... ♪
[indistinct chatter]
You needed to cool off?
PRESTON: Getting some air. Oz's pissing me off.
- Cos he's a fucking dickhead? - Kinda.
JULES: Alright.
What's this act you're doing?
You like it?
Am I turning you on?
Yeah, I know your type.
PRESTON: Yeah?
You want a big man to treat you like a little bitch.
Maybe.
Come on then. Let's go.
You gonna do what I say?
Yeah.
Good boy.
Upstairs.
Take your fucking shoes off.
What you doing?
JULES: Take your clothes off.
When you're not with me...
when you're out there with your little friends
pretending to be some big man thug...
I want a reminder.
That really...
you're just my little slut.
Thought you were gonna do what I say?
What's this?
I got into a fight.
Give me a name. I'll fuck 'em up.
ALICIA: Toby is a seamstress.
Right, right. Nice.
ALICIA: I ask him what to do. Tell him.
Morning, wreckhead. You want some food?
Wow. This is quite extravagant.
ALICIA: Well, Julius, when you have guests...
Are they keeping you against your will?
Nah it's fine. It's food, innit.
ALICIA: We hear it was a big night.
Yeah, got a little heavy.
He was on one.
ALICIA: Hmm, hair of the dog then.
Preston was just telling us about his business.
PRESTON: It's just a market stall at the moment.
I'm saving up some capital to expand.
ALICIA: And what kind of clothes is it?
Streetwear, skate wear,
like Stussy or Supreme... but not.
I'm trying to make some connections
with smaller European labels,
help them establish over here.
ALICIA: Cool.
TOBY: So you're the inspiration behind Jules's new dress sense?
Uh... Nah, I think that's all him.
He's got good style though.
TOBY: Hiya.
I just wanted to say...
sorry, if I've been a bit standoffish.
Jules is my best friend. I'm protective.
It's been a rough lately.
Dunno if he told you about the um... the attack.
The scar on his head?
TOBY: Mm-hm. Hasn't really felt like the real Jules since then.
Like, all this... the clothes...
the posturing... I just worry.
We're planning a birthday thing for him.
You should come.
Yeah?
I dunno. if you asked him, he'd probably be embarrassed,
but if you sort of just showed up, as a surprise,
I think he'd be really touched.
And it'd be good for you to see him in his natural environment.
Maybe. I'll see what I'm doing.
Give me your number. I'll text you the details.
JULES: Right.
-PRESTON: Last night was kind of mad.
-JULES: Yeah.
PRESTON: I'll text you.
[ominous music plays]
[moaning on computer]
JULES: Fuck.
[phone pings]
[music cuts out abruptly]
Come on.
ANTON: She's here...
[loud cheers]
Happy birthday. Welcome home!
[muffled music from inside club]
[ominous music plays over]
[indistinct chatter in queue]
[dance music plays in club]
PRESTON: Alright, can I get a beer, please?
ALICIA: Who you looking for?
What is he doing here?
- TOBY: I invited him. - ALICIA: Does Jules know?
- It's a surprise. - Toby.
- What? It's his birthday-- - Don't think I can't see
what you're trying to do here.
- PRESTON: Alright? - Hey!
So nice of you to come!
PRESTON: I can't stay long, I've got another thing, but...
thought I'd have one, say happy birthday.
ALICIA: Do you want me to put that in my bag?
PRESTON: Cheers. Where's he at?
Um. He'll be on stage in a minute.
On stage?
ANTON: Welcome back, my children, to Phallacy.
[German accent] And shut the fuck up.
Our next act left us for the summer to go sip the cocktails
in the Hamptons.
Mm, ja.
But now...
she's back.
And if you thought she was a bad bitch before,
let me tell you... you are going to gag.
So, please, give a large hand
and raise the roof for my Freunde,
the queen of the fucking south...
Aphrodite Banks!
[rap music plays]
JULES: Pull up. Pull up. Yes!
Yes, it's been a minute, bruv! What you saying?
She is back...
So they say you should always lead with a joke,
so I'm just gonna jump right in
with a story about my gay basher.
No, no, don't panic. Don't panic.
It all ends with us making a very steamy sex tape together.
No, I know. I know, we've all seen that porn before,
but trust me,
this guy's a very special performer...
[ominous music plays]
[Preston breathes nervously]
[muffled sound of Jules talking]
JULES: Caught him in a fucking sauna, bruv.
He was tantalised, tantalised.
He was under my spell.
[music cuts out abruptly]
Oh.
- PRESTON: Happy birthday. - Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck.
What are you doing here?
Your mate invited me. Surprise you.
Oh.
Nice of you to come.
You think I don't remember you?
What?
I don't... I don't know what you mean...
Don't you? Cos you kinda gave the joke away in your act.
I don't wanna talk about this here.
Oi, where you going?
- You fucking psycho. - JULES: Preston.
- You fucking psychopath. - Preston.
Think you can make fucking fun of me?
- What you gonna do? - Please just calm down.
- Or what?! - Can we just talk about it--
Stay the fuck away from--
Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up.
Just shut the fuck up, man.
PRESTON: Who did you show the video to?
Don't fucking lie to me.
Alright, I'm gonna take my hand away, yeah?
If you scream, I will fucking gut you.
You understand me, yeah? Who did you show it to?
I didn't show it to anyone.
- Don't fucking lie to me. - I promise you. I promise.
Don't fucking lie to me. If you lie to me...
Please, please put the bottle down. Please.
I know you now.
I don't think this is what you're really like.
Don't try that shit with me. Don't rile me up. I swear down.
JULES: Listen to me explain.
Explain what? Explain what? How you tried to fuck me up?
JULES: I didn't. I couldn't go through with it.
You expect me to believe that?
JULES: I wanted to hurt you, yes, but...
- But what? - I... I felt sorry for you.
PRESTON: But what?
You felt sorry for me.
JULES: That's my phone.
They'll come here if I don't pick up. Please.
[both grunting in pain]
PRESTON: Fucking cunt.
Fucking liar.
I'll fucking murder you. Come here, you fucking liar.
Fucking get off me!
[choking]
[Jules struggling for air] [Preston grunting]
You can fuck off back.
Fucking liar.
[Jules choking]
You're a psycho.
[Jules struggling for air]
[Preston whimpers]
[Jules coughs and gasps for air]
[Preston continues to whimper]
[ominous music plays quietly]
[Jules grunts]
[Preston sobs]
[music becomes louder]
[music intensifies]