- — South London 2 Script

You rehearse that?

The doors open onto a wet pavement. Streetlight gold on black tarmac. A distant sound of music from a basement flat. - South London 2 SCRIPT

Kai.

‘Course I came. You’re my mate.

He said I’m not really from South. Said cos my mum’s from Ghana and my dad’s not in the picture, I don’t get a say. Don’t get a “postcode.” You rehearse that

Thanks. For coming.