depressants in the rations,
but ganja is still illegal.
Most of my weed goes to Bexhill now.
This bloke buys it from me
and smuggles it in.
Guess what he does? His real job?
Immigration cop.
Bravo!
One of the many perks of having
a refugee camp in the neighborhood.
Come on, taste that.
Cough.
- Cough?
- Cough.
You taste it? Strawberries.
This is Strawberry Cough.
So, Human Project is having this dinner
and all the wisest men
in the world are there...
"Human Project."
Why do people believe this crap?
You know, even if these people existed
with these facilities in secret locations...
Fuck me, that's strong.
Even if they discovered
the cure for infertility, it doesn't matter.
Too late. The world went to shit.
You know what?
It was too late before the infertility thing
happened, for fuck's sake.
I was just trying to tell a joke, man.
I'm sorry. Go on.
- No, I'm not telling it now.
- No, come on, Jasper.
- No. Fuck it. I'm not fucking telling you.
- It's all right. Go on.
Okay. The Human Project
gives this great big dinner
for all the scientists and sages in the world.
They're tossing around theories
about the ultimate mystery,
why are women infertile?
Why can't we make babies anymore?
Some of them say it's genetic experiments,
gamma rays, pollution. Same old, same old.
Anyway, in the corner,
this Englishman's sitting.
He hasn't said a word.
He's just tucking into his dinner.
So they decide to ask him.
They say, "Well, why do you think
we can't make babies anymore?"
And he looks up at them,
and he's chewing on this great big wing,
and he says, "I haven't the faintest idea,"
he said.
"But this stork is quite tasty, isn't it?"
Eating a fucking stork.
Eating the stork.
Italia.
You okay, amigo?
Yeah. My ears are still ringing from earlier.
Well, a little Zen music
won't bother you, then, will it?
Good morning.
The time is 7:59 a.m.
British citizens, hold out
your I.D. cards.
All others, follow instructions.
What the fuck?
Move along! Move along!
This is him.
- Get your fucking head down!
- Walk!
- Get your fucking head down!
- Okay. Okay.
- Get in!
- Get him in! Get him in!
Get his fucking legs.
Go, go, go, go!
You are under the jurisdiction
of the Fishes.
The Fishes are at war
with the British government
until they recognize equal rights
for every immigrant in Britain.
We're not gonna hurt you.
We just want to talk.
But don't do anything stupid.
- Uncover him.
- It isn't safe.
Do it.
Hello, Theo.
It's me, Theo. It's Julian.
You scared the shit out of me.
I'm sorry about the theatrics,
but we had no choice.
The police have been
a pain in the ass lately.
How have you been?
Fantastic. Couldn't be better.
Cut the lights.
The police keep using
that old photo of you in the posters.
It doesn't do you justice.
What do the police know about justice?
What exactly is it you guys do, anyway?
The Fishes fight for equal rights
for every immigrant in Britain!
He knows what we do.
I know you almost blew me up
in a coffee shop yesterday.
My ears are still ringing.
- We don't bomb.
- That was the government.
That's what they do to spread the fear.
What about Liverpool?
After Liverpool,
we stopped bombing.
We started speaking to the people.
And they're joining us, Theo.
British people, too.
I don't talk politics.
- That's all you ever used to do.
- That was 20 years ago.
I'm a lot more successful now.
Come on, Theo. Walk with me.
- I don't think that's a good idea.
- Come on!
- You're smoking?
- Yeah. It's not working.
I heard about your mother. I'm sorry.
Were your parents in New York
when it happened?
- Yeah.
- Shit.
Yeah, well, that's the world we live in now,
isn't it?
Why am I here, Jules?
I need your help. I need transit papers.
Not for me. A girl, she's a fugee.
Need to get her to the coast,
past security checkpoints.
I haven't seen you for nearly 20 years
and you come asking