(tranquil music)
ZIBA: There's a picture
of the Earth from space, it's...
it's called The Blue Marble.
And that's exactly
what it looks like.
A marble.
This beautiful, intricate globe.
I would stare at that thing
for hours and hours.
The earth is mostly
made up of water.
I remember being
surprised by that
and other obvious things.
The blue of the oceans.
And the vastness of space.
We had this photo of it
in the bathroom.
(distant shouting in Farsi)
ZIBA: It's not until
you pull back
that things start
to make sense.
You notice that it forms
part of a bigger picture.
My imagination would run wild,
looking, staring, studying it.
Endlessly, for days on end.
I guess that's what sparked me
to want to know more
and led me here.
That's good to know.
PROFESSOR: Uh...
Is it Zee...Ziba?
Ziba. It's Persian.
Does anyone in your family
have an interest
in astrophysics?
No...
I mean...not in
my school either.
And you live here in London?
Yes. I think my mum loves
the idea of UCL
because she can
still feed me!
(chuckles)
Whats the Hubble Constant?
Sorry, could you repeat
the question?
The Hubble Constant.
What is it?
Okay, so the velocity
of the galaxy
is proportional to its distance.
And the Hubble Constant
is a scaling factor
of that relation.
Hubble's law led scientists
to the conclusion that
it's not individual galaxies
flying away
but it's actually the whole
universe which expands.
Correct.
Well done.
(uplifting music)
(campus chatter)
(splashing)
(gasping)
(sighing)
(trip hop music)
(alarm ringing)
DR MAGGIE: This asteroid,
which passed closer to the earth
than any others have
in the past forty years
left behind a trail of debris.
And tonight, our planet
will pass through
that debris trail
resulting in one
of the most spectacular
meteor showers ever seen.
So, in about 12 hours' time,
get up high to get uninterrupted
views of the sky
and check out those
sh**ting stars.
TARA: Morning, stranger!
So...you excited?
Right you're gonna need
to remind me of the plan
because I've forgotten
it already.
But I trust that it is all
in the hands
of our great organiser,
Zibi Softie.
Er, anyway...tell me what
I need to bring.
Because I seem
to remember a bikini
being mentioned at some point
but I can't find it,
so I'm swimming
in my knickers.
What are you wearing, please?
What do you even wear to collect
your envelope of failure?
I went with...she's f*cking sexy
even if she ain't the smartest.
Alright. I've missed you.
Please don't cancel on me again.
So excited to see you today.
Okay, love you.
Love, love, love! Over and out!
Sorry I didn't make it out.
Wanted to save my juice
for today.
And I'm wearing
what I always wear.
And f*ck off about
you're not the smartest.
You're street smart.
That's better.
And yeah, I'll bring
the itineraries.
They're printing as I speak.
Busy day ahead, so...
go and eat your breakfast.
Over and out.
(message pings)
(sighing)
(background radio)
(phone ringing)
Hello?
DR NOLAN: Miss Soofi?
Yes?
It's Dr Nolan.
Are you with Ziba?
Hi Doctor.
Yes, yes. Ziba is here
and you're on the loudspeaker.
Good. Good, um...
Mona, I need you and Ziba
to come in again today please.
Not today. You promised.
Doctor, is it possible
we come tomorrow?
It's A-level results day.
We're on our way to school.
Oh! Of course, yes.
Okay, well, best of luck.
Not that you need it.
I'd like to discuss
Ziba's latest bloods
and I can't do that
over the phone.
I'm going to hold some time
this aft...
-(dial tone)
-Eh! Ziba!
No.
Will you let me have
this one day?
Please. Maman, please.
That's fine. Thank you.
Thank you.
Love you, Maman.
(campus chatter)
-Oi, Ziba!
-Hello.
Where the f*ck have you been
all summer?
Missed you too.
-Hello mate
-You alright?
Er, Taz says you got a little
plan for us today, yeah?
I do, I do.
-What's that?
-Here, here and here.
Alight listen. I'm only here
for you, Z.
Otherwise I would've
swerved this.
None of my brothers even came
to school on results day.
-I'm flattered, Shea.
-(laughing)
Yeah, you should be.
9:32, meteor shower.
Oh what, a light show?
It's not a light show.
It's a celestial event.
Celestial event. It's celestial.
Alright, Professor Zib
over here.
Look, tonight's astroid
is going to be the closest
it's been to Earth
for over forty years.
We can't miss it, okay?
I've got an audition later,
so I need to...
need to factor that into
your little plan, alright?
-Audition?
-Yeah.
This girl stopped me
in the street,
took my Insta, and dm'd me
about this modelling gig.
(giggling)
Told ya I had something special
going on with these cheekbones.
(giggling)
Nah, it's probably nothing,
but...money if I get it.
No, where is it?
Central, 11:30.
Fine, um, is your dad's
car here?
Uh, it's my car now.
But yeah. His audition's
congestion zone though.
We'll split it.
-(screaming)
-Ah, there she is.
Come here!
Where have you been,
you mad woman?
Ah!
MERF: Kiss.
You three split it, I already
paid for petrol
You're so f*cking tight!
Yeah, don't you work
at your dad's garage?
I ain't started yet.
but I'm gonna be Price & Co's
most skilled mechanic.
-Oh yeah?
-Yeah.
Exhausts, filters,
body work. You name it.
I bet your mum and dad
are well proud.
-Alright, f*ck you man!
-Make an orderly queue...
-At least I've got a job!
-Thank you very much.
-Yeah, Merf please.
-Uh, Peter Curtis.
-Peter Curtis.
-There you go. Good luck.
-Tara Dean Miss.
-Tara Dean. Right at the top.
-Right at the top.
-Good luck. Of the list.
-Ziba Soofi?
-Ziba...
-Thank you, Miss.
-Good luck.
Shea Price.
Shea Price.
Of course, there you go.
-You alright?
-Yeah.
She's excited, look at her.
Look at this little face.
-I'll miss you, Miss. Bye!
-Shut up.
Right, well, who's gonna
go first then?
Uhh, I don't even know if I'm
gonna open mine to be honest.
Rip off the bandaid, Shea.
You f*cking Yank, what?
She doesn't even watch TV.
Blue Planet does not count.
David Attenborough is a national
treasure and you know it.
-Can't argue with that.
-Sorry, who?
-Shea.
-What world do you live in?
I'm just gonna pretend like
I didn't hear that, Shea, but...
Let's do it. I'm doing it.
Alright.
Oh sh*t!
I ripped mine.
(laughter)
sh*t.
(poignant music)
f*ck.
They're not as bad as I thought,
to be fair.
So, yeah...
Yeah. I don't even need these
to be a dancer.
Zib?
Yeah, I did alright.
Come on then.
Yeah. Two A stars, two As.
She's a genius.
-Mate, well done.
-Yeah, congrats.
-Thanks.
-Huh.
What's the matter?
You smashed it!
You bummed about those As?
No, no. Just shocked, I guess.
Well, we're not. Right?
-No.
-No.
We always knew you
were a genius.
You're the only one of us
that's definitely
gonna do something big
with their life.
That's not true.
You alright?
Huh? Yeah. Yeah!
Yeah...
Nah, I mean...I don't even need
these to be a mechanic, do I?
I didn't even tell my dad
I was coming today.
Yeah, f*ck this
pointless piece of paper.
Except yours, Zib, obviously.
Your mum's gonna be chuffed.
Yeah. Look, I'm gonna go
to the the toilet.
I'll be back.
Okay.
Too hard on yourself.
Let's see.
-Right, what have you got?
-Aah...
-What did you get? Come on!
-Don't worry about it.
-I bet you it's fine.
-Come on...
(laughing)
(poignant music)
MONA: Ziba.
Ziba!
(piano playing)
(coughing)
DR NOLAN: Chronic nosebleeds,
the exhaustion.
The pain in your joints.
I have referred you
to the teenage ward
at the Royal Marsden.
(distant ambulance sirens)
(piano playing)
(video chatter)
(coughing)
DR NOLAN: The treatment
will leave you feeling unwell.
DOCTOR: Some days Ziba,
it is unlikely you'll get
out of bed.
TARA: This is a message
for Ziba.
You should be here.
(machine beeping)
TEACHER: And that's time.
Pens down please.
(pens banging on desks)
(machine beeping)
(long machine beep)
(stall door creaking)
Proud of you, babe. Mwah.
Proud of you too.
Don't be daft, I f*cked it.
What's the time?
I don't know.
Coming up 10:15.
Right. Let's get a move on.
Race you to the end
of the corridor!
(upbeat music)
Excuse me, ladies!
One foot down at all times!
You know the rules!
What do you reckon?
What?
Car.
Oh, yes. The car.
-Yeah, it's nice. It's nice.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
-(laughing)
Why you laughing?
(clears throat)
It's a bit boxy.
-(laughing)
-Boxy?
Yeah. Like a matchbox on wheels.
(laughing)
Do you...do you even know
how rare this car is?
112,000 miles on the clock.
Still good, L series engine,
this. Six cylinders.
-Six?
-Yep
Six?
Shea, and what...
that's better than?
-Five cylinders?
-(laughing)
Nah, this is wasted
on you guys, honestly.
We get it Shea, you're gassed
about your car.
-(Shea mumbling)
-You love her.
Shut the f*ck up.
I've missed you guys.
You've been a proper stranger
this summer, Zib.
Yeah.
Just...sorting sh*t out,
you know, for uni.
-Mm.
TARA: Busy girl.
(clears throat) Aight,
light it up, Merf.
What the f*ck are you doing?
What does it look like?
I'm practicing.
Malcolm's gonna link us later.
-Who?
-Yeah, alright.
Bro, just gimme the spliff.
Yeah, give me a second,
you f*cking crackhead.
Guys, who is Malcolm?
It's alright. We can still go
where we're going.
No, I know, but I'm just asking
who Malcolm is.
He was in the year above us
and he dropped out
to play football.
Bruv, I'm f*cking hot in here.
-Yeah.
-Roll down the window.
It's not working.
Oh sh*t, yeah.
They don't work actually.
-You what?
-Umm...
They don't work.
Alright, just tell Mal
to link us at your audition.
-Umm...
-Yeah, but the window.
It's supposed to be just
the four of us today.
Yeah, and?
He's not in our year, is he?
Like, does he have to come?
-Zib!
-Calm down, Zib.
-It's not all about you.
-Oi!
Look, I'm just sayin'.
It's just a joke.
Look, he's fine. He's blessed.
What time's the asteroid thing?
Bottom of your itinerary.
Half past nine.
Here you go mate.
No, it's alright.
-Thank you.
-Yeah.
Mm.
MERF: Baby.
Shut up.
You're not smoking that whilst
driving, are you?
Yeah.
We'll get arrested!
-Oi!
-Oi, Ziba!
-Did she just take the zoot?
-Yeah!
Goody f*cking two shoes.
Look I'm not ruining my life
and getting arrested
over the sake of a...
-f*ck's sake.
-She's back.
We want that back though.
-Come on, Zib.
-Come on.
We're celebrating!
Celebrating at 10:30
in the morning?
-Yeah.
-Yeah!
Come on. She's back!
(laughing)
She's back. She's back.
(tranquil music)
TARA: How you doin', Merf?
-Yeah. Can I have the zoot?
-You lookin' forward to it?
TARA: No.
MERF: What do you mean?
You need to have a bright face.
They're gonna be taking
a Polaroid of you.
Yeah, but it'll just loosen me
up and I'll feel really sexy.
TARA: Zib, every time I see
a McDonalds, I think of you.
She does this hilarious
impression of her mum.
-Go on, do it, please.
-It's not that funny.
Oh it is, Zib! Come on.
Please.
-Okay, okay.
-Get in!
Basically this is my mum
when she speaks
to Taz in an English
accent, okay?
(speaking Farsi)
Would you like to go
to McDonalds today?
-Or perhaps you, Peter?
-Peter!
Peter! Nah, don't do that man.
Maybe I can take you
to Burger King.
Or you Shea, perhaps we can
go to Subway.
Have a six inch sandwich
and a meal!
-Oi!
-Or Starbucks, you know?
Oi, Mal's on his way.
I think this is it, actually.
-In here?
-Here?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Alright. Found it.
Uh-huh.
-Uh-huh.
-Uh-huh.
-Yo...
-Alright then, babe.
You got this, bro.
-k*ll it, b*tch.
-Aight.
-See you later, yeah?
-Got it. In the bag.
Yeah, yeah. Meet me
at the car, yeah?
-Love you.
-Go slow, baby.
Bye!
-Get off me! What the f*ck...
-Oi.
Hey. Lip gloss.
Oh, sorry 'bout that.
Oi Zib, what's the matter?
(sighing)
(eerie background sounds)
(sinister music)
(distant sirens)
Alright, take a seat there.
Give me your bag.
Christ Zib, what have you got
in here?
(laughing)
Here.
Thanks.
It's alright, babe.
Doctor said it's 'cause
of the stress?
Yeah.
You should be alright now
exams are over.
(birds fluttering)
f*ck! I hate birds.
-Not my scene.
-Hey yo!
-Yo! What you saying.
-Hey!
What you sayin', bruv?
You good?
-Yeah, I'm good bro.
-Ah. Good to see you man.
-What's up, Malcolm?
-Sup, sup, sup, sup.
-How are you?
-I'm good.
-This is my bestie, Ziba.
-Oh.
Friends since the first day
of Year 2.
-Malcolm.
-Ziba.
How was results day?
Oh yeah, it was fine.
It's fine bro,
she got straight As.
-Yeah.
-Ah, is it?
-Shut up, Shea.
-(laughing)
You just come
from training, Mal?
Yeah, yeah. We had pre-season.
-Nice.
-So, what's the plan now?
Um, I mean I'd k*ll for a beer.
Not gonna lie.
ZIBA: What, at this time of day?
Nah. We're probably the only
ones in our year not drunk yet.
I mean, he's not wrong.
-Yeah. Drinks on Shea.
-You'll be lucky.
Mate, I wish.
Nah, I got um...
Wait, wait, wait, wait...
-5.31 in my account.
-Yeah.
So, no.
What you sayin?
Don't look at me!
No money?
Um, I'm gonna catch you guys
in a bit, okay?
I'll be back.
What?
Where's she going?
Dunno. Wait for me!
-Where's Merf?
-Bro, audition man.
-Oh, yeah, yeah.
-Yeah. He texted you?
Yeah. Nah, he should be
out soon.
We're gonna meet him at the car.
(buzzer pings)
How much can I get for this?
It's less than a year old.
Zib. What are you doing?
(shopkeeper clears throat)
(shopkeeper clears throat)
I give you 250.
What?
It's newer than the one
in your window
and that's on for 600.
(slurping)
How are you drinking tea
in here? It's like 40 degrees.
Okay, then I give you 350.
No way, look.
Do we need to go to your
competition across the road?
Zib, your mum is gonna k*ll you.
Trust me.
Final offer, 500.
You are in cuckooland
if you think
I'm gonna give you
500 for this.
Look at the state of this thing!
What are all these stickers?
Come on! Take it away.
Is that you?
Yeah.
You graduated from UCL?
I applied there too.
What did you study?
Computer science.
Oh sick. I'm studying
sciences too.
Astrophysics course.
Mhm.
Hey...computer science
degree means that
you know this laptop's got
a 3 gigahertz processor.
UCL.
I bet your parents
were well proud.
Yes, they were.
Okay, little girl.
I give you 450.
-Deal.
-Zib...
I'll take it in tens
and twenties actually.
Zib, what the f*ck?
Will you just leave it.
Look, trust me.
Thank you.
You're f*cking mad.
(emotional music)
400, 420, 440, 450!
(laughing)
We're f*ck' minted now, mate.
Ay, what's good, Malcolm?
-How's Saka 2.0?
-Yeah, good.
Ai what, show us
your blue steel then, Merf.
-Funny guy.
TARA: No, go on. Show us.
This is angry.
(laughing)
-This is happy.
-Yeah.
And this is my get paid face.
Oh yes, oh, money please, now.
-Ooh.
-(laughing)
Get away bro, urgh!
I am f*cking sweating
my t*ts off here.
Zib, will you open
that window please?
Again Taz, it doesn't work.
(screeching)
Yeah, sorry about that.
(Tara screeching)
Right, well I wouldn't even be
f*cking complaining
if there was more room
back here.
Complaining, complaining.
Why don't you just, f*cking...
Why don't I let you out
at the next station
and you can walk, then.
-Get some exercise.
-(laughing)
Excuse me!
-Taz, is he calling us fat?
-He's calling us fat, mate!
Cheeky. No drinks for him then.
Bruv, he's winding you up!
Whatever. Where we going?
I gave you each
an itinerary for a reason.
-Yeah, I'm drivin', ain't I?
-Shea! Eyes on the road!
Portabello.
What...what?
We never go there.
I want to get something.
SHEA: What do you wanna get?
I want to get a sandwich.
(laughing)
Are you serious?
Yeah! Like no, it's the...
it's the best sandwich
I've ever had in my life, okay?
What, and you want us to all
come and have it with you?
Look, it will all make sense
once we get there.
I'll buy the sandwich, eat it,
and then I'll buy you drinks so
you can shut the f*ck up okay?
-Oooh!
-Okay!
Where's this come from?
Ziba!
SHEA: Shut the what-what?
Shut the front door!
What you talking about?
Ladbroke Grove end, please.
Yes sir!
I think we're about to pass
my place by the West way.
You think we could stop for
a second so I can get changed?
I don't mind.
I mean...
er, Zib?
Do we really have to?
I'd really appreciate it.
(upbeat music)
Be quick please.
I'll be two minutes though.
Yeah?
Yeah, alright.
Yo, what was that bro?
Can I, um, use your toilet?
-Thanks.
-This way.
Yo, say hi to Tonya
for me though.
(laughing)
She made a beautiful son.
-Ai, how much for another one?
-Shut up, Shea!
You lived here long?
Nah, not really.
Er, we used to live
round the corner.
Um, then my dad passed away
and we moved.
Sorry.
Oh no, it's cool.
You?
-Yeah, west.
-West, yeah?
Just me and my mum though.
-Yeah?
-Mhm.
Where's your dad?
Left, somewhere...
I don't really know.
(toy sounds)
Yeah, but it's about
40 degrees in here.
-Hi Mum.
-You're back early.
There's literally
no air in here!
-Hi Mia.
-Can you please send someone...
round tomorrow to unseal
the windows?
Hello.
-That's Ziba.
-Hi.
-What's your name?
-Mia.
Cute. What's his name?
Ted.
Oh yeah, yeah.
Show her your skills.
TONYA: Yes!
Okay.
Yep. Okay, thank you.
-She's sweet.
-She is sweet. Yeah, she is.
How was training?
Oh, we had a half sesh today.
Gotta grab some stuff
from my room.
Okay.
Nice to meet you, I'm Tonya.
Ziba.
Sorry, can I use your bathroom?
Yeah, it's just there.
Thank you.
(water running)
(poignant music)
(soft footsteps)
What is it?
Um, coach called me
into his office this morning.
Not the boots again.
Nah. Nothing about the boots.
Look, if you can hold up
till Christmas
I can probably get
a new pair by then.
Mum. It's not about the boots.
Well, spit it out!
They're not renewing
my contract.
What?
Yeah. Coach told me
to tell you to give you this.
So you could call...
I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to do that.
-It's okay.
-I'm so sorry.
It's okay.
Ten years, Malcolm.
Ten years.
Dropping you off.
Picking you up.
All this money on kit.
Everything I have done.
And your dad too.
You think I meant for this
to happen?
(floorboards creaking)
Where are you going?
We have to talk about this!
(door slams)
Malcolm, wait!
Malcolm, can you please
wait for me?
(Malcolm sighing)
(sombre music)
Please don't tell the others.
Of course.
-Alright.
-Oooh.
-Where the f*ck were you two?
-Would you look at who it is.
-What time do you call this?
-Yeah, sorry I was late.
-Come on, man!
-Aight get in.
-Got places to be.
-Your car, Sir.
Apparently we're going to get
a f*cking sandwich.
(engine starts)
(upbeat music)
-Hoho!
-Oh, here she is.
-Dah, dah, dah-dah!
-So royal!
-Dah, dah, dah-dah!
-The sandwich of all sandwiches.
-The life-changing snack.
-Yeah, alright.
It is life-changing,
I'm telling you!
What's in it, like...falafel?
-Yeah, well done, bruh.
-(laughing)
Listen...
Falafel, hummus, aubergine,
pickles and...
Tahini.
You know you can get that
on any high street, right?
-Na ah, not like this.
-Tahini.
This is literally the best
sandwich I ever remember eating.
When have you been
comin' Portabello?
Used to come this way, what?
Every weekend with my grandad.
Been a few years though.
How can this girl remember
a sandwich she had like,
years ago, and I can't remember
my number?
MERF: And that's why she got
A stars and you got 3 Es.
-You got some on your...
-Ooh!
Go on then, how is it?
-It's fresh still.
-Orgasmic.
-How would you know?
-You want some?
Yeah, come on. Okay.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
-Ooh!
-She got the pepper as well.
SHEA: Watch the pickled pepper.
Oh! f*ck me!
-Yes!
-Yeah?
Mm! Ooh!
Yeah, f*ck that.
I don't want that anyway.
Mm mm.
What did I say? They don't call
it Falafel King for nothing huh?
-Oh, he is the king of falafel.
-Oh sh*t. Mm mm.
TARA: f*ck.
Try that, man.
Right?
-I rate it.
-It's good, you know.
I told you, and you didn't
wanna drive me.
-Nah, I never said that.
-You did.
I never said that.
Have a bit, bro.
-I'm not hungry.
-No?
-Oh, Zib.
-Mm?
-Look.
-sh*t.
Right. Bathroom. Come on.
-Yes.
-Take that.
Come on darling.
Huh?
It's alright bro,
she gets these sometimes.
-Yeah?
-Mm.
Are you alright, Zib?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Come on. I mean, the way you
have been lookin' at him.
He's been looking at you too.
Oh... I mean...
-He's fit.
-(knocking)
We're in here.
Alright. It's Shea.
Yes?
I think it's time we got them
drinks we were promised.
Ugh, cheeky sod.
I'm fine by the way.
Thanks for asking.
Twat.
So...how do I look?
Like a Persian Hermione Granger.
-I wish.
-That was a dig!
-Really?
-Yes! Loser.
SHEA: Oh, hello...
-Coming!
Next stop the heath,
I'll buy your drinks on the way.
(upbeat music)
Bruv, it's f*cking hot
in here man.
Yo, put that AC on.
Bro, this car's like 40 years
old, there's no AC.
Ugh, f*ck's sake!
It doesn't even
f*cking move, Shea!
Hey...Taz.
Thank you.
Mate, don't leave me out.
It's comin'!
-Come on!
-Ugh!
-Or me.
-What you doin'?
-Stop messin' with that.
-(coughing)
It's the devil's finger
right in your lungs.
-It's kinda funny
-(coughing)
-Nah, I'm good. Thanks though.
-Yo, gimme that, man.
-Where we goin'?
-Oh my god...
(coughing)
Hampstead Heath, sorry.
I packed a spare itinerary.
Here.
-Yo, get out of the road!
-Watch where you're going!
You f*cking saw him,
he just ran in front of me.
It's almost like
he didn't pass his test.
11:59.
What are we doing at 11:59?
-What do you mean?
-Huh?
At the bottom of the schedule
(sighing)
MERF: Oh yeah,
mine don't have that.
Nah, me neither. Nothing.
-Zib?
-Last train, sorry.
Oh. Oh sh*t.
-Shea.
-Yo.
Can you turn it up?
(urban music)
-Ah, mate.
-Show them the ID.
I haven't got it.
I Ieft it at home.
Aaah. He's useless.
See how it's shaped
like a fluffy cauliflower?
These are the type of clouds
we usually get in England
during the summer.
Cumulus clouds.
-That one looks like a feather.
-(giggling)
(laughing)
That one looks like a heart.
Oh yeah.
-That one looks like a puppy.
-Oh yeah.
-I can see its ears.
-Yeah.
-What the f*ck?
-(laughter)
(laughs) That one looks
like a dildo.
(laughter)
What, like your d*ck?
Short and tiny.
Ohhhh!
(laughing)
Haha.
Do you wanna know
something weird?
-Go on.
-Here we go.
If the sun died right now,
we wouldn't know about it
for another eight minutes.
What?
That's how long it takes
for the light to reach Earth,
so if it did stop...
we'd just be sitting here
and we wouldn't know
about it till then.
So, we're basically
looking back in time?
Yeah, you know,
something like that.
How many minutes?
Eight.
-Till complete darkness?
-Complete darkness
(laughing)
Yeah, what would you do?
In eight minutes?
Drop a pill, go raving.
(laughing)
-All that in eight minutes?
-I think so.
I'd f*ck someone's brains out.
-Shea!
-Eeergh!
-You mean lose your virginity?
-Hey!
Yeah! Funny guy!
(laughing)
-Oi.
-For jumpin'?
I think I'd lie down,
close my eyes
and try to remember
the best things
that ever happened to me.
sh*t, man.
I'd probably call my gran
and tell her that I love her.
-That's sweet.
-Mm.
(mobile phone buzzing)
SHEA: Do you want one?
-Oi!
-Oh, sorry love.
What you doin?
You alright?
Zib?
-Ziba?
-What are you doing?
-No!
Yes! Go on, girl!
-Hey! Do it!
-Yeah!
(cheering)
-Zuu!
-Zuu!
(laughing)
Come on, then!
-f*ck' come on then!
-(screaming)
(splashing)
(screaming)
(poignant music)
I've drunk too much for this.
What have you had,
like half a can?
Lightweight. Guilty.
Yeah.
Me too, just don't tell Merf.
I should bring
my little sister here.
She'd love it.
So, what you gonna do?
Yeah...um...
There's no point getting upset
over something I can't change.
Probably go on some trials.
Maybe I'll just pack it in.
You'd really just quit football?
Yes. Maybe.
Do something else.
What's your plan?
Got a place at uni.
Oh. Which one?
UCL.
Wow. Smart.
Not really.
Nah, Merf said you're
the cleverest girl in school.
(laughs) You mean
he said I'm a nerd!
Nah, nah.
It was very complimentary.
I promise.
I wish I worked
a bit harder now. But hey.
Wait, if you're going to uni...
how comes you sold your laptop?
Tara can't keep her mouth shut,
can she?
What time are we going
to the next thing? I'm bored.
-Woo.
-(laughter)
Race you back.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
-Let's go.
-Come on.
(laughing)
Oohoo!
(laughing)
(chatter)
Girls. Dash your stuff
in the boot.
You're not driving
though, right?
Yeah, why?
-Shea, you've had four beers.
-Five beers.
Bro, shut the f*ck up.
I'm cool to drive. It's fine.
What time is this
celestial event?
Half past nine. We've got ages.
Right, well...we can get bikes.
-Seriously, I'm good.
-Shea.
You lot cycle.
I will meet you there.
We'll come back
for the car later.
Bikes will be fun.
-Fine, fine. Alright, alright.
-Hey!
(boot slams)
(mellow music)
-Whose idea was this?
-f*cking Merf.
-Ugh.
-I think.
-Can't do it.
To be fair, we are all way
too smashed to drive, so...
(laughing)
Aight, you never approach
a girl from behind.
Always from an angle,
ideally, like, 45 degrees.
Oh right, yeah, yeah.
Let me just get
my protractor out.
Merf, shut up man.
Nah I swear they can see you
in their periperal vision.
-Haha! Periperal?
-What? What did you say?
-Huh, what?
-Peripheral.
Periph...yeah,
that's what I said.
-Bro you said...
-Also...
Also, you've only got
a nine second window
to chat to a girl
after you make eye contact.
-Alright
-Oh my...
Otherwise the moment
is gone, right?
And you never get it back, bro.
Trust me.
Yeah, yeah. It's like taking
a shot at the goal, you know?
The best ones you just hit
without thinking, you know?
See the moment, take it.
If you think about it,
you'll scuff it.
Yeah bro, see he gets it.
Boys, no hands.
-No hands.
-No hands.
Oh look, look. Oooh!
You know, once he's had
enough to drink.
He'll make his way over
and slowly...
Grind on me from behind.
No words.
Why won't he talk to you?
Like a normal person.
Ziba, if you know
any normal boys,
please send them my way.
-Malcolm seems normal.
-Stop it.
MALCOLM: Look at the size
of these houses.
Yeah bro. Bishop's Avenue.
Most of them are empty too.
Russian and Chinese
billionaires.
Apparently A$AP
stayed here once.
Maybe you can get one one day
with that footballer money.
Yeah, how much are they
paying you these days?
I'd get paid more to work
at Starbucks, I reckon.
Ah, nah. Give it a couple years
bro, you'll be rollin' in it.
What's the galdem sayin'?
-Huh?
-What, Zib?
Yeah.
-Nah.
-Nah.
-No what?
-Nah, bro.
Nah. She ain't got a boyfriend.
-Yeah?
-Never has.
Why, what you thinkin'?
No, nothin'.
-What you thinkin'
-Aah!
(laughing)
Bro, that's the biggest smile
I've seen all day.
So...
Mm.
Does he have a girlfriend?
Mmm! I knew it! No.
-I asked Merf in the car.
-Of course you did.
Mhm. You'd be a great WAG.
-Mm.
-Woohoo.
Woo-oo!
(laughing)
(screaming & laughing)
Wee, wee, wee, wee!
(thud)
(sombre music)
DR NOLAN: It seems
it's even more aggressive
than what we first thought.
If...left untreated,
it can become
extremely dangerous.
So, I strongly advise that you
defer your place at university
and commence
treatment immediately.
We need to start
treatment this week.
Am I gonna die?
This is a horrible conversation.
We do understand that, but we...
We have to be honest with you.
There is a possibility.
TARA: Ziba?
SHEA: Zib!
TARA: Zib!
MERF: Zib!
TARA: Zib.
MERF: Zib.
TARA: Ziba?
Jesus Christ, you gave us
a right fright!
(groaning) Where am I?
Oi, you fell off
your bike, mate.
Have you got her mum's number?
No, no, no. She'll only worry.
It's probably just
my blood pressure.
Maybe you should...
eat something.
SHEA: We went all the way
to Notting Hill
-for a f*cking sandwich.
-Shea!
Something sweet maybe.
MALCOLM: Hey, you scratched
your face.
Bro, did you hear her smack
the f*cking ground?
No, I didn't.
TARA: Shall I call Mona then?
She'll only worry.
TARA: Maybe she should worry.
You just hit your head
off the f*cking concrete.
-I'm fine. Seriously.
-Ziba...
I knew something was going on
when she was like...
Yeah, no. I can cycle
her back or...
get a cab or somethin'.
Yeah, yeah. Do that.
Ziba.
I'm not tryna be your mum
or anything, but come on.
Maybe you should lie down,
we can do this another day.
The meteor shower
happens once every 40 years,
so no, we can't do this
tommorrow, can we?
Dumb b*tch.
(solemn music)
(sighing)
Aight, I guess we'll just cotch
here then, hey?
I've got a little axe, right,
next to my front door.
Yeah.
-They'll come in.
-Yeah.
Don't know how many guys.
Could be any of them.
And then they've see me
in there, right?
-Yeah
-I'm not gonna do that...
Ok, so imagine I'm one of them.
Imagine I'm one of them.
-Yeah, you alright man?
-(shouting)
They're not gonna...
they're not gonna stay
to see whether I'm gonna
use it or not.
Aight, I need a piss, so...
-Yeah?
-Yeah, me too.
Zib?
I'll hang here.
(sighing)
(sighing)
(ringing tone)
(chatter in Farsi)
(phone ringing)
I know, I know. I'm sorry.
So...
I got four As.
(screaming)
You're breaking up,
I can't hear you.
Call you la...call you later.
What?
I was gonna save it
for the light show but...
f*ck it.
Can I have some?
What?
Can I have some?
You done this before?
You know it's shrooms, right?
No.
But I fancy it.
You fancy it.
(laughing)
Uh...
Yeah. Maybe let's wait for Taz.
Why do you lot always
treat me like I'm a child?
I'm sick of it.
You being serious?
(giggling)
Alright then. (laughs)
Alright. (clears throat)
Ziba.
Alright though, listen.
You have a bad trip...
it's on you.
I won't have a bad trip.
"I won't have a bad trip."
What, you had a couple tokes
on a spliff,
-now you're a class A expert?
-Shut up!
No, you shut up man.
f*ck'..."I won't have
a bad trip."
(laughing)
Oi, only have a half, yeah?
Try chew it as well, don't...
That weren't half.
Jesus.
(laughing)
It's comin', Zib.
Oooh!
sh*t.
(clears throat)
Oh yeah, how long
are we here for?
Who cares?
Alright.
(folk music)
(chatter in Farsi)
I'm so proud of you.
ZIBA: I'm comin' up nicely
-Wavey.
-(laughing)
There's like...levels.
(laughing)
I like this side of you, Zib.
Nice to meet ya.
(laughing)
I'm sorry about before, Taz.
Nah, don't worry babes.
Taz, I love you!
I love you.
(laughing)
(chatter in Farsi)
(tranquil music)
MONA: Love you so much.
How many we on now?
-Nineteen.
-Jeeez.
(giggling)
Oh, what is that?
It's just a ladybird.
-Oh.
-(laughing)
Hi friend.
Yo, do you remember when
we were obsessed with bugs.
And we went to that zoo
on that mad hot day,
just to look at some beetles
or some sh*t.
What, when we were like, seven?
Yeah.
You know it was your idea to go?
Yeah well...
I f*cking love penguins, man.
You kind of have penguin
energy, you know?
Penguin energy? What the f*ck
does that even mean?
I can't describe it, you just...
You crack me up, that's all.
I miss you, Zib.
(poignant music)
Are you good, yeah?
Yeah...yeah, I'm good.
You know I'm always here
if you need me, right?
I'm always here for you too.
Always.
Day one.
Day one.
Love you. Peter.
Shut up. Right, come on.
This space thing
ain't gonna watch itself.
(laughing)
MERF: Hey, it'd better be worth
the hype.
ZIBA: Do you think
we're good people?
What?
Think you're a good person?
Nah.
You know the whole time
my mum was in hospital
I only saw her twice.
And the last time I saw her
she asked about my grades.
So, I lied to her.
I faked them.
How'd you manage that?
I photoshopped the certificates.
She thinks I got Bs.
At least I inherited
her sense of humour.
She had the best laugh,
you know.
Anyway, hospitals are sh*t,
yeah. Do not recommend.
ZIBA: Well...I don't think
of you as a bad person.
No.
I think you're the kindest
person that I know.
Stop it.
What about you, Taz?
What, am I a good person?
Nah probably not.
Stole 640 once.
When?
Last summer when
I worked in that deli.
Envelope dropped out
the delivery guy's coat
and I just...
picked it up.
Put it in my apron.
Jeez Tara.
What did you do with it?
Spent it, mate.
Clothes...
Going out...
Boys who didn't deserve it.
Stupid sh*t.
I k*lled a baby chicken
when I was 13.
-What the f*ck.
-Shea!
How?
I was on my aunt's farm.
and uh...
she had all these baby chickens
running around.
And I grabbed one and held it
under a stream of water.
Just wanted to see
if I could k*ll something.
Jesus Christ, Shea!
Way to bring the mood down.
Nah, I...
I wanted to know
if I had it in me.
Turns out I don't.
I mean, I k*lled it. But...
I hated myself for it
ever since.
Still have nightmares about
that f*cking bird.
TARA: f*ck' hell.
What about you, Zib?
Surprise me.
(poignant music)
I haven't done anything
for the past two years!
I haven't done anything!
I can't do it. I can't do it.
I can't do it.
Come on, let's hear it.
Umm...I don't know.
MERF: No, no, no.
It was your question.
MALCOLM: Come on Ziba,
your turn.
Um...got nothing!
I'm a goodie-two-shoes, innit?
Boring.
-Until now.
-Yeah, trust me.
f*ck.
MERF: Yo, yo, yo, what you
doin', mate?
SHEA: Bro, what the...
Livin'.
MERF: Are you mad?
Bro, please. Just shut the f*ck
up so I can enjoy it.
-Sorry, I didn't mean to...
-No, no. Seriously, it's okay.
No, no. It's not okay.
It will show up
on your piss test, bro!
My football club won't find out
about me smoking weed
because I no longer
have a football club.
They dropped me this morning.
Are you okay?
Yeah. At least my dad
wasn't there to see it.
Last ten years, down the drain
as my mum put it this morning.
sh*t.
Yeah.
MERF: Bro, why...
why didn't you say something?
You know the season before last?
I had the second most assists.
Thirteen.
I had a few bad games,
sure, but...
To just let me go?
Just like that?
After ten f*cking years.
MERF: They're makin'
a massive mistake, man.
SHEA: Yeah.
-Well, if it's any consolation.
-Mhm?
I think you've got the best
right foot of everyone here.
MERF: Yeah.
Not the best left though,
that would be me.
-Thanks!
-Give me that f*cking zoot.
Give me that sh*t
before I tell your mum.
-(laughing)
-My guy.
-Thanks fellas.
-sh*t.
Bad man.
f*ck me, man.
So...when's this light
show then?
Celestial event!
Come on.
Less than an hour.
TARA: I'm f*ck hungry.
-Again.
-Mm.
We could order a pizza?
-Yes!
-Oooh.
-The devil's pancake.
-Yeah, man.
-The devil's what?
-Take that.
No, no, let me get these.
Let me get these.
What do you guys want?
-American hot!
-Mhm.
MERF: Daviola.
-Hawaiian, bro.
-Hawaiian, yeah?
Hawaiian?
Oh my god...
-Shea! Mate!
-What's wrong with that?
You need to sort out your taste!
-Brown car, Hawaiian pizza!
-(laughing)
-Ai, what the f*ck!
-No!
-You're just a hater.
-I swear to God...
You okay?
Yeah. I think so.
Thanks for letting me tag along.
Didn't really have a choice.
Like that, is it?
I'm messing, I'm messing.
You're okay though?
Yeah. Just gotta figure out
what the f*ck I do now.
Yeah, I...I get what you mean.
Huh?
No, it's just...
It's all change right now,
isn't it?
You got UCL waiting for you.
Yeah, well...
Look, sure I can't get these?
No, no, already done.
My treat.
-Pizza for Malcolm.
-Yeah, that's me.
Ziba...alright...
(romantic music)
Are you sure?
(kissing & moaning)
Um...
What?
Your nose is bleeding.
f*cking perfect.
You okay?
We can...we can keep going.
It's fine. We can keep going.
It's not just a nose bleed.
Is it?
I'm fine.
You can tell me, Ziba.
The guys are worried about you.
Everyone's been talking.
You were all talking about me?
No, no, no, we're...
Everyone's worried.
Everyone's worried about you.
I literally just met you.
I'm sorry.
No.
I'm sorry.
Oh, forget this.
(sombre music)
(suspenseful music)
(splashing)
TARA: Thanks for these, Zib.
They're delish.
MERF: Mm. Yeah, cheers Zib.
Wasn't me, Malcolm got 'em.
-Oh. Cheers Mal.
-Thanks Mal.
Cheers Mal.
(alarm pings)
Any second now.
Where should we be lookin'?
(joyous music)
Ai, not gonna lie, that was
f*cking live, man!
-Mad!
-Yo!
-Yo, so sick, so sick.
-I guess that's it then.
I thought it was gonna hit
the earth, but then it just kept
goin' and goin' and goin'
and goin' and going!
If you guys are done now,
I can book you a cab back west?
Us? What about you?
I've got somewhere I need to go.
-What you on about?
-I'm kinda buzzin' right now.
-(cheering)
-Yo, we could hit that party.
-Yeah!
-Yeah, come on!
-(cheering)
(cheering)
-Alright, come on, let's go!
-The pizza! The pizza...
We need to get some drinks!
(laughing)
(eerie music)
(dramatic music)
(train clattering)
(solemn music)
(uplifting music)
(distant club music)
Yeah, what was that
you said, Shea?
I'm not a f*cking psychic, am I?
Nah, nah.
It's moving quite quickly.
-Is it?
-Yeah.
I need a drink so bad.
Look, there's a stand
over there.
I'll get some waters.
Yo, yo, get some Cubas.
-I'll be two minutes.
-Alright. cool.
(crashing)
(screaming and shouting)
-f*cking hell, man!
-He's bleeding!
MERF: Wake up, wake up, wake up.
Malcolm!
-Come on, mate.
-f*ck!
f*cking hell!
Call a f*cking ambulance, man!
Tell them there's a lot
of blood, man.
Tell them there's
a lot of f*cking blood, yeah?
-Can they come quicker?
-Three minutes.
-He's really f*cking hurt.
-They're coming.
Merf, is he breathing?
He's breathing!
His leg is f*cked!
-It's my fault, Taz!
-(ambulance sirens)
It's my fault!
(ambulance sirens)
(alarm ringing)
(sobbing)
(sobbing)
(ambulance sirens)
PARAMEDIC: Signs
of internal bleeding
We need to get going!
Malcolm, can you hear me?
Just try and take
some deep breaths.
Okay, Ziba, listen to me.
He's unconscious.
(alarm ringing)
(splashing)
(ambulance sirens)
(sobbing)
DOCTOR: So the good news
is Malcolm is now stable.
Now, he does have some
very serious injuries.
And we had to rush him
to emergency theatre.
He has three broken ribs
and one punctured lung.
Now, it might be quite upsetting
to see him in this state, but...
Please rest assured that
he's in the best possible hands.
You can still speak to him,
and him to you.
He does also have a broken leg
with a lot of tissue damage, but
we're doing everything
that we can.
I'll let you know
as soon as
there's any further
developments.
Thank you, doctor.
He's ready for a visitor now
but please can we keep it
to one at a time?
This way.
(sombre music)
(sobbing)
Happy f*cking results day, guys.
(laughter)
Oi, this...us.
Doing stupid sh*t.
That's all that matters.
Soppy twat.
(laughing)
-Okay.
-He tries.
-I try.
-(laughing)
(sombre music)
I'm sorry I've let
you down, Mum.
But...
I'll get back on my feet,
you know.
I'll go do some trials.
Don't worry about all that.
All that matters
is that you're alive.
Mm?
(kissing)
I'm just popping
to the bathroom.
You crying for me, yeah?
Barely.
(coughing)
Hey.
Hi.
This is the strangest
first date ever.
This was a first date?
(chuckling)
(coughing)
I'm playin'.
You better be.
For real, though...
Thanks for today.
Best thing that could've ever
happened to me, I reckon.
What do you mean?
Um...
(coughing)
How are you? You okay?
(coughing)
(sighing)
You sure?
Yeah.
(poignant music)
I want you to fix up first.
Yeah.
See you.
See you.
(poignant music)
Get some rest.
Try not to chunder.
I will! (giggling)
Right. I love you.
I'll see you tomorrow.
-Taz.
-Yeah?
There's something
I need to tell you.
I haven't been well
this whole summer.
Me and mum,
we went to the doctors and...
Come here.
I know, Zib.
I know.
(tender music)
(sighing)
-I'm sorry, Taz.
-Stop it.
I wanted to tell you.
(tender music)
(lock clicking)
I fell.
Fell?
(door closing)
(bag unzipping)
(phone vibrating)
(music playing)
(folk music)
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