Bruce Goodison's well-researched drama picks up where 2012's huge-hearted I Am Nasrine left off, considering the fate of teenage refugees stuck in an east-London limbo, waiting to hear from the Home Office. Opening stats – pointing out that only one in 10 young migrants is granted permanent UK residency – cast an ominous shadow over proceedings. Goodison's interest resides in how these kids fill the downtime: he shows processes of the state (day trips, hearings, medicals) parallel to their attempts to put past traumas (tribal warfare, rape, FGM) behind them. It's a small, everyday story – so grounded in experiences of the system that the ending looks a half-shade too optimistic – yet it never feels like TV: Goodison displays a sure, Shane Meadows-like touch with his lively unknown leads, and finds eloquent, cinematic ways of describing their hopes, dreams and fears.