I Came By

Yo, Tobes.

-When it's time to dip, it's time to dip. -

-Can't be movin' mad. -Chill, man.

Begging is not permitted at this station.

Customers are requested not to encourage this behavior.

Excuse me. Is this yours?

Yes. Thank you.

Lifesaver.

Oh. Sorry.

Thank you.

The train now approaching

is the Thameslink service to Clapham Junction.

Stand back from the platform edge.

- Mmm. -

-Angus. -Stop talking.

Angus!

What the fuck?

[March from Music for the Funeral of Queen Mary, Z. 860 by Purcell]

Watch it!

Are we done yet, boss? I'm parched.

Yeah. Almost.

["Everybody Wants to Rule the World" plays on radio]

Hey, listen. Mind the tools. I'm gonna go take a leak.

Aye.

You're listening to Tears for Fears on this sunny London afternoon…

Hello?

- -

There you are.

- Can I help you? -Oh. Sorry.

I was just, um… looking for the bathroom.

In the living room?

It's just along here to the left.

Is that your old man?

Yes.

-I can see the resemblance. -Hm.

Hey!

-Mmm. Smells good in here. -You're a bit late.

I had a doctor's appointment.

Everything okay?

Yeah. Just a checkup.

How was your day?

Yeah, it was fine.

Hey, look at this.

-I was at a judge's house today. Look. -Hmm.

-That gonna be us one day? -

In London? Not on a judge's salary, babe.

Probably a wealthy family. What's the name?

Hector Blake.

Oh! Philip, my tutor, went to school with him.

-They call him Saint Blake. -Oh yeah?

Back when he was a QC, he'd take on inquests on behalf of refugees.

-And he'd do it for free. -

Maybe you could ask him to take a look at my dissertation proposal?

Maybe you can ask Philip to do it.

-Dickhead! - Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.

-That's abusive language. -Abusive?

-Why are you being abusive? -I don't think it is.

-No? -No, no…

Well, it's too bad. 'Cause you can't get rid of me now.

And why's that?

I've got news for you.

- -Aah!

-You got me. -Yes.

Yes, brother.

Ah!

-All right? -All right.

I really need to eat.

Wow, bro, this place is a rip-off!

Don't worry. I got you. Tuna melt?

- Aw, thanks, love. -You're welcome, darling.

How many people?

You know what I was reading about that judge?

His family, they're all staunch colonialists.

His father was a factory owner, critical of decolonization…

-The sh… -Yeah, but people call him a saint.

It's a publicity stunt. You know why?

Hector later gets appointed as a High Court judge,

but quits after a year, saying the bench…

…is "too white and elitist,"

pissing off the Lord Chancellor, Lord this and that, then bam, he's back in the news.

But maybe he's just trying to right the wrongs of his family.

Or to avert attention.

Look.

That's ivory.

I mean, he's going mad for this imperialist shit. This is illegal now.

It's just a fuckin' piece of antique, man.

Whose side are you on, man?

Hey, look, um…

I can't do this no more.

Naz is pregnant.

-Well, fuck. - Yeah!

-I know. -She's not gonna keep it, is she?

Of course she's gonna fucking keep it.

I mean, we're both excited.

Look, I know. I know it's a bit unexpected.

-But… -Unexpected?

-Who the fuck wants a kid at 23? -Um…

-Your mum? -

She doesn't count.

Yo, listen.

This changes shit.

Look, I… I can't do no more missions. Yeah?

You know the feds have me on their radar, and I can't risk going back in pen.

No one is going back in the pen. You and me run this thing like clockwork.

You know I can't do this on my own.

I know, but maybe we need to call it a day.

Writing was your thing, Jameel. Fight the system, remember?

We just give up the fight 'cause you're havin' a kid?

But what difference have we really made?

-We've shown we can get to them. -Don't.

We can get right inside their homes any time we want.

Yes, and we've made our point, so let's just move on.

Aah! You don't even want this kid. You're just doin' this for her.

Fuck you for that, Toby.

Jay, you can't wimp out on me.

-I need you, bro! -Nah, bro.

My child needs me. Yeah?

Look, I ain't havin' him grow up the same way that we did.

Listen, if you wanna keep writin', yeah, you do that.

But you keep me out of it.

Cheers. Thank you.

Excuse me, can I get a takeaway box for this as well?

And what do you want?

Doesn't matter what I want.

Faisal, medical education's giving you severe anxiety.

You can't even look at blood without passing out.

So I should man up then, yeah?

I'm here to live their dream.

That's what a good son does.

He completes his parents' vision of the future.

And what about your vision of the future? What would that look like?

Computers.

I love computers.

But my parents want their only son to be a doctor.

So it wouldn't work.

I translate that as your parents don't share your vision,

not that it wouldn't work.

My mum's worked every hour God sends since she came to this country

to give me and my sisters a better life.

That's what parents do.

It's sort of what we sign up for.

The payoff is seeing your children happy.

They'd be so disappointed if I drop out.

My mum wouldn't ever get over it.

And you don't want to hurt your mum.

No.

So, you'd rather hurt yourself instead?

-Morality is dead. -

Nobody does anything for a real or meaningful reason anymore.

Everyone is just keepin' face,

makin' sure they're part of the latest woke movement,

but it's all disingenuous.

So maybe it's time we took a good look at ourselves as individuals,

and maybe took a little bit of responsibility,

because real change must come from the ground up.

Now, talking of meaningful versus meaningless acts,

let's discuss the elusive "I Came By" taggers.

After months of absence, it feels like they're back to haunt the city's rich.

Two affluent homes were hit in the last three months,

but what brought them out of their slumber, and is it even them?

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Hello?

Toby, I'm home!

So, Rave, you're a graffiti artist.

Writer. Graffiti writer. There's a difference.

-What do you make of "I Came By"? -Whoever done it is a fucking toy.

I heard it's not the same crew anymore.

Might be another dickhead with a tin of paint, playin' the hero.

But graffiti belongs to the streets. Public places. You know what I mean?

You don't break into people's homes, no matter who they are. That's a no-go.

That's an interesting point,

because the type of people these guys are targetin',

isn't that a "fuck you" to the establishment?

If so, isn't that the point of the graffiti movement?

No, man. I mean, who are they even targetin'?

Last month was a banker. How fuckin' original.

Who's it gonna be next? Fuckin' Tony Blair?