100 Streets

Life's pretty simple, you know.

It's long periods of waiting

broken up by brief moments of change.

That's it. That's all it is.

You see, here's my theory.

The moments of change?

They're what give your life its shape,

its form.

But it only takes one of them to define you

and that'll be the only thing you're remembered for,

and you know it.

In the instant it happens, you sense it,

and the world is changed forever.

You are forever changed.

All right kids. See you later, all right?

I love you. I love you too, daddy.

Kiss. See you later.

Love you, all right. Bye, daddy.

All right? See you later.

Bye.

All right mate, look, I'm loading!

Look, I'm loading.

Morning! Big fan, Mr. Harris!

I don't believe in no fate.

No Karma, no coincidences,

no conspiracy theories or any of that other bullshit.

Shit just happens. And life?

That's just the shit that happens

while you're wishing you were someone or somewhere else.

Who were you chatting to?

No one, I was just on the phone.

What are you doing out there?

You ain't smoking again, are you?

No, come on, mom. You know I'm off that now.

It just gets a bit stuffy in my room.

Getting a bit of fresh air.

Ain't you forgetting something?

Head's up me ass today.

Here, I've even given them a clean and all.

Thanks, darling, i don't know what I'd do without you.

Don't know why you wear your boots anyway.

You only shout and moan on the sides.

What? I'm teaching them the beautiful game.

Anyway, I need my boots today so I can run up and down

handing out your sponsorship forms

to them dads who are going to give you

loads of money for your charity.

Look, never mind them.

Just check if ravi's heard any news.

Yeah, I will. I will.

Leave it with me.

Bye, darling.

Morning, gents! How are we all?

You all right? How you doing, hal?

Pretty good, mate. You? Good. Good to see ya.

How are ya?

Right, I've got a very, very

important announcement from the missus.

She's doing a fun run for, uh, disabled kids.

The fun part is going to be watching her

and her lumpy parts run around battersea for an hour.

But...

Could you, uh, do what you can for her?

Okay. Yeah? Thanks very much, guys.

Cheers. Cheers.

All right, ravi? Any news, mate?

Don't worry. All the references are sorted. Right.

Exciting times, huh?

That's fantastic. Thank you, mate.

Thank you so much. Not a problem, mate.

Yeah, she's going to be well chuffed.

It means a lot to us. Thank you, rav.

Right, lads! Over here, please!

Are you okay?

Yeah. Why?

You just seem a little bit distracted.

I'm okay.

I just wish I didn't have to sneak around,

be so secretive.

He's the one that was screwing the nanny.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't...

It's all right. I just...

I don't really need you to remind me.

Sorry, excuse me. I'm just gonna...

I'm just gonna...

So...

I found this the other day.

Oh, my god.

Do you remember that night?

That's the first night I met you.

Yes, it was. It was.

And you haven't changed a bit.

Yeah, right.

Shame it's 10 years and two kids later.

Well, have you thought about getting back into it?

Acting? Mmm-hmm.

No. Why not?

I wouldn't know how to go about it.

There's got to be someone that you can call,

point you in the right direction.

I can take some new headshots for you,

get a couple of, like, really moody, 10x8s,

really actory ones.

Hey. Kids get off okay? Yes, all good.

Evie took ages to get off, though.

Oh, I'll go and check on her. Listen, Emily...

Uh, you're supposed to call first.

I did, but you were obviously busy, so...

What do you want?

Well, a signed shirt from the loft and kiss our children,

is that all right?

Off you go then. Your audience awaits.

Don't you fancy it? No.

Goodbye, Max.

Good evening again, ladies and gents.

A bit of quiet please,

because it's time to meet the man of the moment.

Please welcome to the stage our host,

former england rugby captain, a true hero,

and our very own gladiator, Maximus Moore.

Thank you, Dan.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

As my grandmother once said,

"it's always good to have a warm hand on your opening."

Um, in all seriousness,

thank you so much for supporting our foundation.

You know, our aim is to raise even more money

and encourage those less fortunate than ourselves to play rugby

and perhaps learn the disciplines of working on a team.

So, uh, sit back and we'll run the vt

of some of our fantastic work that we've been doing. Cheers.

Say cheese. Cheese!

Nice one. Thanks, girls.

Thank you. Oh, yeah.

See ya. Later.

Bye, Max. See ya. Yeah.

Are you sure?

Mate, I ain't getting any at home, am I?

You think she's still seeing that photographer bloke?

Cunt.

So, what're you gonna do?

Well, I'll see how she likes it

when her credit card gets stopped, yeah?

Seriously? Yeah, mate.

Listen, call your mate and get him to grab some gear.

Oh, yeah.

And I'll sort those two out.

Sorry, I don't think that picture came out really well.

It's dead in here, b. Fam, this action's shit!

Hey, yo, let's go hit vip.

What? Do you think we can get in?

Watch. Let me deal with this, you know?

Yeah. Come.

Say no more.

Walk on.

You got a stamp?

Hey, look, yeah?

I don't think so.

This ain't for your type, little man.

Wh... we've been invited, mate. We're on a table.

Trust me. I don't think so.

And you stink of weed.

So, you need to leave the club now.

Hey, come on, brother. Where's your empathy?

I don't know you, and you ain't my brother.

So step aside... Yeah, we don't wanna fucking know you!

Mandingo fucking prick!

Fucking dickhead! Fuck you, man!

Idiots!

Fucking wanker!

Shit!

Come here!

Get the fuck off me, man!

Get the fuck off him!

Hey! Leave him! Leave him the fuck alone!

Get the fuck off me.

Get the fuck off me.

Get off me!

Get off me!

Look what the cat's dragged in, eh?

What've you done to your face?

Mom, mom, it's nothing. Just slipped.

Had a couple of drinks n' that.

Who was you with? My boy Sean, innit?

Well, that boy's got brains.

I bet he didn't get himself into such a condition.

That's going to look great in job interviews.

Mom, it's fine. Trust me.

Just make sure you get Amelia to church on time.

What do you say, shorty. You ready, yeah?

You smell.

"Immediate return to court order..."

Hey! That's none of your business.

You going back to prison? What?

No. Of course not.

Look, I'll just take a pregnant white chick to court

and they'll give me community service.

Hey.

I ain't ever going back there, you know?

I promise you.