MUSIC PLAYS Reece, don’t forget to congratulate
your aunt on her promotion. Relax, B. Excuse me? Hmm? I’ll congratulate her. Listen, Reece, just because
the camera’s here, don’t think I won’t put you in your place.
Yes, Mum. Do you hear me? Yes, Mum. Good. Jules, what time is your sister
getting here? She should be here any minute, unless she’s stopped
to talk to a lamppost. I love Deborah, but boy,
can she talk! Do you, er…
Do you think we’ve got time, maybe, for a little…?
HE WHISTLES Move. I’ll see you later, though, yeah?
I’ll stretch, yeah? You better stretch.
I’m gonna rip you apart. THEY LAUGH I’m telling you, Jules, when
the manager took me to the side, I thought I was in trouble. I thought, “Lord, I’m going to get
sacked from this bank.” So anyways, I went into his office –
I tell you, his office is huge. But I went inside, he sat me down,
I was so nervous… Debs, you already said that bit.
Debbie, why were you so nervous? I… Reece, Julian, come help me
with the dishes. Reece. Oh, Melissa, yeah, listen. Triple threats like me
need to rest these bad boys. Get one… Congratulations on being documented,
Reece. You’re a celebrity now. Yeah. Yeah, I am. I’m a little surprised you’re being
documented for your artistic side. I always thought of you
as a numbers man. Oh, that’s dead. Reece, remember your manners. No offence, Aunt Debs, that’s dead. Go on, let me see something now. I’m a bit tired. Fatigue. You don’t want a war with me. Get sacked up with the fake MCs,
a-ha-ha. Wanna diss me? You get bang. Ooh! Bang! SUCKS IN BREATH
Bang! Boom! Hello, Danny? Get me the shooter. That’s very good, Reece.
Mum, stop lying to the boy. That was terrible.
Your smack’s terrible! Ahem. Begone! That’s your son. Sorry. It was kind of mad, because that…
Eh, eh. Come on, man.
You know the rules, bro. So basically, they did, like, a
regional talent search in Southwark, you know what I mean? And me being
a triple threat and that, they just had to document me. Look. Soon, I’ma have an empire. Like Steve Jobs,
you know what I mean? I’m not gonna stop… Reece, can
I borrow your phone charger, please? Yeah, it’s down there. And see
the way Steve Jobs did it? Yeah. Just like him. Look after it, yeah? I’m careful with my stuff. I’m not trying to mash up my things
like you. Man’s always mashing up my things,
yeah? Nasty. All right, stop, man.
Taking it too far. Stop. Football’s calm right now. Just signed my first
professional contract, so… that’s pretty stable. Professional contract, yeah? Yeah. Are you sure you want to do this,
bro? You’re my little cousin. Course.
Ain’t played bang-to-bang in ages. I don’t want to bang you, then your
mum starts coming here talking bare. “Oh, a promotion, yeah! Promotion!”
What are you lot doing? Look, anyway, so bang-to-bang
is like this, yeah? I invented the game,
for your information, yeah? You bang each other on the arm, first one to stop is out, yeah?
One minute. It’s all about endurance. You can’t be wasting your bangs
with these youngers. You’ve gotta… CLATTERING
SHE LAUGHS Reece. Cool, yeah? QUIETLY: Look, take your turn. No point any more. What’s all that noise? What’s the matter with you? Do you know what? Never mind. LAUGHTER Debs, that’s hilarious.
Let me get Jules. Jules, you’ve got to come and hear
this, it’s hilarious. HE LAUGHS Number one.