Mood - First Season

LOUD MUSIC OUTSIDE OF THE BATHROOM

Alicia Keys, I need your help with something.

I told you to knock if the door's closed! Oh, man, it stinks!

Why you stood there, then? And they say girls don't poo.

Yuck, man!

Close the door!

Because you shut the sleeping pills, yeah, with the MD pills so that them

sure that they can shuffle all night but wake up in bed, you feel me?

I got these things for cheap.

That's probably cos they're full of rat poison.

You know, if you want to earn some extra money,

my friend Bluey runs a strip club.

Get you clapping them cheeks for cash.

I told you already, I ain't showing no-one my pussy, Saleem.

What are these for? Anti-psychotics.

And, what, you don't need them any more?

When my mum got sent back to Somalia, I didn't have anywhere

to sleep cos they took her flat, so I was bare on the road and that.

I got into one mad situation at a shopping centre and then, boom,

they sectioned me for no reason.

So why should I still take that?

Do you know, yeah,

that everyone in the UK's going to be on some kind of drug by 2025?

They don't sleep.

But if the doctor gave you them... Am I a crack head?

Man don't take pills.

I sell pills.

Sometimes I get, like, anxious and stuff.

And I just want to smoke and make it go away, so...

You're crazy, man.

What's happening, hustlers?

Anxious!

PHONE BUZZES

Hello?

Who's this?

No, I ain't had no accident, man.

LOUD MUSIC FROM OUTSIDE ROOM

Let me hear it, then.

No, it's not finished.

Why do you never finish any of your songs?

I do, I just don't sing out loud.

Boy, I remember you on the school talent show,

you were Little Miss Confident. What happened?

Come on, sing for me.

All right.

# I know I'm alone and nobody knows

# What I got to do for my survival

# In an expensive fucking city

# Opinions don't pay my bills

# I know that me hustling will

# I can do this, never gonna quit

# I can make it, I'm gonna be rich

# I can do this, I'm that bitch

# And I ain't gonna lose cos I'm ready to, ready to... #

That's all I got. Yeah?

Go on, then!

I like it.

What's it about?

Hey, I'm Sasha, this is the first of many songs on my page.

I'd be so lucky and blessed if you make sure you like and subscribe.

What the fuck?

Sorry. Wrong room.

You all right? Yeah, I just came to pick up.

Are you living here?

Nah, well...

Yeah, I'm just crashing for a bit.

My flat got all this water damage and it was a madness, so.

Babe, you don't need to be living with Saleem.

I'm not, it's cool, I'm moving into a new flat, like, tomorrow.

When I first came to London, I was crashing with a mate.

It was proper rank.

So I know how shit it is when you don't have any money.

Did I say I don't have any money?

Not that it's any of your business

but I put all of my money into making my EP. Anyway, you can talk.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, if you're so rich, then why are you getting naked online?

Bare weird videos, like, what the fuck is that?

Oh, I've got a new subscriber!

I make thousands of pounds on that site every month.

I'll teach you, if you like. No, I'm all right, thanks.

Once you know how to do it, it's like making free fucking money.

We could even do some videos together. Ebony and ivory, baby!

Oh, come on, don't be so stosh.

Honestly, I'm good.

Well, maybe I'll see you around.

Unless you want to stay in here your whole life, getting high.

What you saying?

You think man should jump on this Vigo wave?

Come sleep in my bed.

No, I'm fine here.

You was all up in my bed when you were wanting to stay here.

What about now?

You some prestige lady?

Fuck off, Saleem.

You're funny.

David, you need to have an appointment.

I'd love to work but I'm sick, I can't. I can't see out of this eye.

I'm not fit to work.

I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.

Sasha Clayton.

# This is the East End

# Where the streets ain't paved with gold

# It's paved with souls

# Yellow fag smells

# And claret-and-blue goals

# Huh, blue like my toes, cold, sleeping alone

# On the sofa of a crackhead

# I ain't got no dough

# We're the forgotten ones

# Crabs in a bucket, like they owe us one... #

I can't get through on the phone!

Without evidence, I can't restart the payments. Are you kidding me?

There's nothing else I can do, I'm afraid. It doesn't work!

This is a joke. You're playing with people's lives.

Sasha Clayton.

It says here that you're not able to live with your mum any more.

She doesn't want me there, no.

Do you have a letter from her?

We're not on good terms right now, so, no, I ain't got a letter.

But I also ain't got a house.

I see you haven't had a job for a while.

I'm not the sort of girl who's going to be working in

fucking Wetherspoons for £8 an hour.

Well, I can put you in touch with an agency who can talk to your mum.

Otherwise, you might be considered intentionally homeless.

Have you thought about renting privately? With what money?

Aren't you supposed to help me? No.

You are a lazy scrounging stain on the nation.

# Don't blame us

# You're a lazy cunt

# You think that you deserve everything

# Have some pride in yourself, yeah, yeah, yeah

# Have some pride in yourself, yeah, yeah, yeah

# Don't blame us

# You're a lazy cunt

# Life is shit and the cost of living is high

# Sky-high, like my dreams

# But pussy's price ain't right

# Who wants to work a 9 to 5, we're just trying to live and thrive

# Bottom of the barrel, fucking vilified, this is life

# Everybody out here looking low and depressed

# Because when you sign on, you sign away your self-respect

# Don't let the bastards get you down

I'm trying.

# Cos there's more power in a smile than a frown

# No money, more bills

Nana's tooting crack again.

# Foodbanks, bills

# All alone, it's a shame

# Pay cheque to pay cheque

# Pay cheque to pay cheque

# Don't blame us

# You're a lazy cunt

# You think that you deserve everything

# Have some pride in yourself, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey, hey!

# Have some pride in yourself, yeah, yeah, yeah

Stop that now!

# Don't blame us

# You're a lazy cunt

# Standing in line, trying to hide my face

# Yeah, yeah, yeah

# Fuck me, I've had a fall from grace

# Whoa, whoa, whoa

# All that promise and it's turned to waste

Whoo!

# Being broke's got a bitter taste

# My kids are too hungry to sleep

# Tired of our broken community

# Yeah, you worked hard, still no relief

# Man, the juice really ain't worth the squeeze

# Don't blame us

# You're a lazy cunt Don't blame us

# You think that you deserve everything

# Have some pride in yourself, yeah, yeah, yeah

# Have some pride in yourself, yeah, yeah, yeah

# Don't blame us

# You're a lazy cunt Don't blame us

# Don't blame us

# You're a lazy cunt Don't blame us

# You think that you deserve everything

# Have some pride in yourself, yeah, yeah, yeah

# Have some pride in yourself, yeah, yeah, yeah

# Don't blame us

# You're a lazy cunt... #

I'm just a fucking number to you lot! I'm just a fucking number!

This is fucking killing me.

This is killing me.

Fuck.

Hey! Abi!

Surprised you remembered how to find my flat. Don't be silly.

Nice T-shirt.

I never done that fire, if you're going to start with that again.

It's not my business. Cool, cos we broke up. So, whatever.

Have you spoken to him?

You know, most people don't go out when they're 14

and stay together forever.

Oh, hey, Sash! Are you joining in for puzzle time?

Yeah, I am. If that's cool?