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[ Bell ringing ]

-Bullying.

Bullying.

Bully-ing.

Not a word we want
to hear at this school.

-Stop saying it then.

-We have a new boy at Greybridge

who had to leave his last school

because of a problem
with bullying.

I'm not gonna mention any names.

All I'm going to say is this
boy happens to be disabled.

-I wonder who it is, Miss.

-I said mentioning
no names, Dean.

So, I would like you all
to stand up and --

not you, Dean --

and shout out,
"Stand up to bullies."

-Stand up to bullies.

-I can't hear you!

-It was quite loud enough,
thank you, Miss, um...

-Postern.

It's kind of bullying,

pretending not to
know someone's name.

-Oh, shut up!

Now, this week marks
quite an anniversary.

Our beloved Head of Science,
Mr. Hubble,

is celebrating an incredible
40 years at Greybridge.

To commemorate this
huge milestone,

we'd like to present you
with this Parker pen.

Mr. Hubble?

Would you like to
say a few words?

-Oi, Gandalf, you on.

[ Applause ]

-Thank you.

Thank you.

May I just add my hearty
congratulations to Mr. Hubble,

a true friend
and a wonderful colleague,

with an unrivalled collection
of Victorian erotica.

-[ Laughs ]

-I will make sure that he gets
this with all our thanks.

♪ For he's a jolly good
fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good
fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good
fellow ♪

♪ And so say all of us ♪

-Thank you, Mr. Hubble.
Thank you.

[ Applause ]

[ Bell rings ]

You can all go now.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

♪

♪

♪

-Au revoir, la class.

It means "goodbye, class."

♪

Dean, can I have
a quick word with you?

-What is it? Are you
stopping me for speeding?

-Hmm? Oh!
[ Laughs ]

Oh, that is wonderful,

it's wonderful the way you
can just laugh at your...

your, this...

So, how is your first day
at Greybridge?

-Magical, it's like a Hogwarts.

-Seriously, though,
are you being bullied?

-Nope.
-Sure?

-Yeah.
-Positive?

-Yep.
-Little bit?

-No.
-Tiny bit?

-Should I have been bullied?
No!

No, no, I mean, look,

all kinds of kids get
bullied at school.

I mean, this is difficult
to believe, I know,

but even I was bullied
when I was at school.

-Yeah, I can believe that.

-Well, it's quite difficult
to believe, isn't it?

-Not really.
You are a ginger.

-They didn't bully me for that.

-Was it your cankles?

-Don't actually have cankles.

There is a clear distinction
between my ankles and my calves,

but this isn't about me.

-Ah, I've got it.

Was it 'cause you
cut your own fringe?

-I actually get my hair
cut at Toni and Guy,

so you're wrong, and you are
late for your next lesson.

And I was bulled
for being too beautiful.

-You're right.
It is hard to believe.

♪

-I just had a query about...

[ Machine whirs ]
...Mr. Hubble's present fund.

[ Whirring stops ]
-I'm sorry, what was that?

-I had a query about
Mr. Hubble's present fund.

-Please take your hands
off my chairs.

What about it?

-Well, I collected £162.50.

-Mmm!

Wonderful coffee.

-And I just called Ryman's,

and that particular Parker
pen retails at £9.99.

-The engraving was
very expensive.

-It just says "Parker" on it.

-Where is this going,
Mr. Church?

-Well, just that by
my rough calculation,

that leaves £152 and 51 pence

unaccounted for...
[ Machine whirs ]

roughly the price of
an espresso machine.

-I'm sorry, I didn't
catch a word of that.

Will that be all?

-Well, there was
just one tiny thing.

-Go on.
-Well, I just wondered

if this extraordinary
40 years at the school

marked a good time for,
well, for Mr. Hubble to...

well...
[ Laughs ]

...to...

-Spit it out, man.

-...hang up his lab coat
for good.

-Mr. Church, for the last time,

I'm not making you
Head of Science.

-But he's not with it anymore.

-Mr. Hubble is
perfectly capable.

-Yesterday, I found him
in the chemistry storeroom

eating a sponge.

-Goodbye, Mr. Church.

[ Machine whirring ]
-He put pâté on it,

but it was still a sponge!

[ Whirring stops ]

♪

♪

-Don't mind me, Mr. Hubble.
I'll just tidy around you.

Lovely pen that, the Parker.

I had a super collection
of Bics,

every colour of the rainbow.

The ex-wife's got them now.

Anyway, I do enjoy
our little chats.

I'll see you on Monday.

You have a nice weekend, now.

[ Somber music playing ]

♪

-This will not be tolerated.

If I had my way,
anyone failing to return

a library book on time
would be tasered.

These books are the property
of the school.

-Psst, Churchy.
He's nodded off again.

-Mr. Hubble.
Mr. Hubble.

He's cold.

-Blimey, he's stuffed it.

-Must've been here all weekend.

-I'll get up and say something,
maybe we'll get the day off.

-No, no, no,
the children mustn't know,

they'll be traumatised.

-Mr. Church, do you
have something to share

with the rest of us?

-Oh, no, no, no, Headmistress.

Just enjoying a joke
with Mr. Hubble.

Keep it down, you.

-Don't push him on me,
it's chemistry,

it's your department.
-In the county tournament

at the weekend, our year 10
football team scored a goal.

Unfortunately, they let in nine.

I suppose we ought to give
them a round of applause.

[ Applause ]

-Make him clap.

[ Bell ringing ]
-Right, you can go.

-Catch you later, Church.

-Wait.
We can't just leave him here.

-Mr. Hubble, I can't make
Science Fun Club today.

-Oh, he will be disappointed.

-Is he okay, sir?

-Yes, yes, he's fine.

You're okay, aren't you?

Do the voice.
-I can't.

-Do the voice.
-Yes, yes, I'm fine, thank you.

-He's not Scottish.
-I panicked.

-Yes, well, run along now,
Nisha.

Goodbye, Nisha.
[ Clears throat ]

♪

Consistency.

♪

-Do you know what I
used to do to bullies?

I would smack them, and then
take away their lunch money.

Sadly, one can't
do that anymore.

-I rushed straight here,
Headmistress.

Nicholas, I thought
better of you.

What have I been saying
in assembly about bullying?

-But he's --

-No, I don't want
to hear your excuses.

Just because Dean is...
-Short-sighted?

-No, just because Dean is...

-Wheat-intolerant?
-No.

Just because Dean is...

-A quarter Belgian.
-No.

-Just because Dean...
-Oh, do be quiet, woman.

It's Dean that's the bully.

-Dean?
What have you been doing?

-I just Tipp-Exed a pair
of gloves on his hands.

-Why?
-It were cold outside.

-Well, I hope it
wasn't school Tipp-Ex.

We're on an economy drive.

-Well, I just don't understand.

This is appalling behaviour.

-Well, what do you expect
from this boy?

I told you he had to
leave his last school

because of bullying.

-Yes, but I thought he was
the one being bullied.

-Duh!

-Nicholas, you can leave now.

-What am I supposed
to do about this?

-Oh, don't worry about it.

It'll flake off in a week or so.

-Thanks.

-And don't touch
the door handle.

-Well, I am shocked.

-Now, please, whatever
you do, don't sit down.

-Expelled for bullying.

How many times do
you need to be told?

-About four or five.

-Well, I perhaps I should
expel you from Greybridge.

-Not assed.
-No. No.

Look, please don't expel Dean.

You know how good I am
with problem kids.

I can turn him around.

I just need a little bit
of one-to-one time.

-Well, that sounds like
punishment enough.

You can both leave now.

-Come on, buddy.

Let's you and me go
and have a good old chat.

-Is it too late for you
to just expel me, or...

[ Suspicious music playing ]

♪

♪

-Where we taking him?

-Lost-property cupboard.

-No, no, no, there's no room.

I've got me own
boot kit in there.

-Here, quick, quick, quick.
Leg it.

♪

♪

We shouldn't be in here.

-Don't worry, it's empty.

♪

-Hello, Jo.

You'll be needing this.

Might want to lock
the door next time, huh?

Quick, quick.

-It's horrible.
-Quickly.

[ Suspicious music continues ]

♪

Oh, sorry, Mr. Hubble.

-It's not like he can hear you.

♪

Alright.
-Oh, hello, caretaker.

-Still asleep, is he?
-I hate to break this to you,

but I have some
rather upsetting news.

-He's --
-He's dead.

-Oh. Oh, no.

He was so young.

Mind you, I did think
it was odd,

because he'd been asleep in
the assembly hall since Friday,

and that's, what, 48 hours.

-No, that would be 2 days,
3 days is 74 hours.

-No, no, no, no.
No, it's more like 88.

-It's 24 times 3, which is...

-Alright, look,
half of 24 is 12,

one 12 is 12, two 12s is...

-It's quicker if I use
a calculator.

-I was nearly there.

-72.

-Right, so you're wrong,
Churchy.

-Well, what did you say?
-88.

-And you?
-48.

-Well, I was the closest.
-Still wrong, though!

-Yeah, but least wrong
or most right.

So, Mr. Hubble has
been dead for 72 hours.

-Still, at least he put
a lovely shine on the floor.

Gotta give him that pen.

That's a Parker pen, that is.
That is the king of pens.

That's a £10 pen.
That's a nice pen.

-Will you show some respect?

-Yes. Both of you.

-So, what you gonna do with him?
-We're not sure.

-Don't wanna frighten
the kiddies, you see.

-Caretaker to the rescue.
I've got just the place.

♪

There we go.

-Is it alright to put him
in there?

-Yeah.
The bin men are coming tomorrow.

-You can't leave him out
for the bin men.

We've got to call a doctor.

-There's not much hope
for him now, is there?

-No, you imbecile, a doctor
has got to pronounce him dead.

-I could do that.

He's dead.

-Shall I call an ambulance?

I forget the number,
it's 9, 9, something.

-No, no, no, if the children
see an ambulance,

it'll all become a circus.

-Well, why don't I just
get him to the doctors?

-Well, how you gonna do that?

-Easy, I'll use the company car.

-So, thank you so much for
helping us with this, Luke.

-No diggity.

-This is something
you call rap therapy.

-Yeah, rap-athy.
-God help us.

-It's a way
of channelling anger.

Life sucks, and sometimes,
you just wanna...

[ Groaning ]

-You alright?

-Yeah, thanks.

This one time, my sister, Helen,

we had an argument, a biggie,
and she flushed

one of my Mighty Morphin
Power Rangers down the toilet,

and I was so angry,

I just got in the car
and I just drove.

And I thought about all the ways

that I could get rid
of this anger.

Kick her in the knee,
burn all her clothes,

yank her hair out
until she was bald.

-Well, we don't need
the whole list.

-Okay.

But instead of doing any of
that, I just started rapping.

Rap-athy.
Rap-a-thy.

Rap-athy.
Rap-athy.

-Shall we just get on with it?

-Yeah, so, we're just
gonna do some freestyling.

I'll start us off,
then you, then Deano.

-This guy.
-Big D.

-This fella.
-Double D.

-There he is.
-Snoop Doggity.

-Whoo.
-It's just Dean.

[ Hip-hop music playing ]

-♪ When I get angry,
I get real mad ♪

♪ Makes me feel like
I'll do something bad ♪

♪ But just before
I'm about to snap ♪

♪ I get on the mic,
and I do a big rap ♪

-♪ Ms. Baron make me angry,
make me scream and shout ♪

♪ She forgets my name,
what's that all about ♪

♪ But instead of punching
her repeatedly in the face ♪

♪ I pick up my mic and I
rap all over the place ♪

-Whoa!
-♪ I'm rapping ♪

-Whoa!
-Whoa, yeah, I'm rapping!

♪

-Can I be honest?
-Yeah, rap your truth, brother.

-Your rapping is making me
want to hit somebody.

♪

[ Hip-hop music stops ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Dead?

-It's 3 days,
which is 72 hours.

-He was stiff as a board,

but still clutching
that cheap pen.

-It was a £160 pen.

-So you keep saying.

Enjoying your espresso?

-This thing here
makes frothy milk,

so I'm actually
having a cappuccino.

-Oh, how wonderful for you.

-I was very close to him.

-No, you weren't.
-Yes, I was.

Which is why I'm gonna need
the rest of the week off

to get over his
untimely passing.

-If you were so close
to Mr. Hubble,

what was his first name?

-Dave. Pete.

Bazza.
Alright, Baz.

Mohammed? No.
-It was John.

-I said that already, didn't I?

-It was very sad
for John Hubble.

That was his name, John.

And do you know the
worst part, Headmistress?

-What?

-The school no longer
has a Head of Science.

-Oh, that didn't take
you long, did it?

And his body's not even...

Where is his body?

[ Suspicious music playing ]

♪

♪

♪

-Bugger.

♪

♪

Job done.

[ Church bell tolling ]

-John Hubble.

That's the name
his friends used.

It wasn't Baz or Bazza,
or, indeed, Mohammed.

It was John.

John Hubble died on the very day

he celebrated 40 years
at Greybridge.

This momentous occasion
was commemorated

with the gift of a pen.

A Parker pen that both
Rymans and WHSmith

sell for the recommend
retail price of £9.99.

Sadly, his heart
stopped beating.

Whether it was the
excitement of the day

or the disappointment
of receiving

such an unremarkable pen,
we'll never know.

He leaves behind not only
his father and mother,

but he also leaves a hole
in the hearts of us all.

But more importantly,
he leaves a vacancy

in the role of Head of Science.

Nothing's been
announced yet, but...

Thank you.

-Thank you, Mr. Church.
Thank you.

Please remain seated while
the choir sing "Amazing Grace."

-Well done for
holding it together.

-Thank you.

-Trevor's taking it
very badly, though.

♪ Amazing grace ♪

-I can't bear
to watch this anymore.

-♪ How sweet the sound ♪

♪ That saved ♪

-What's the score?
-♪ A wretch ♪

-Hey?
-What's the score?

-It's one, nil.
-♪ Like me ♪

♪ I once was lost ♪

-Sorry I'm late.
Budge up, Churchy.

-Oh, hello.

-Went to the wrong funeral.

Wondered why
everyone was Indian.

Lovely spread, though.
Onion bhaji?

-Oh, no, no, thank you,

and I'm sorry to say
that this row

was actually reserved
for teaching staff only.

-Oh.

Right, well, I know my place.

If you fancy some of those,
I'll be at the back.

-♪ The hour ♪
-Uhhh!

-♪ I first believed ♪
-No!

-I now...
[ Loud crunching ]

...call upon...

Sorry, is someone eating
crisps at the back?

-Don't worry, Vicar,
just a poppadom.

-And I now call upon
Margaret Baron,

Headmistress
at Greybridge School,

to lead us in prayer.

-Get in there! [ Laughs ]

-Let us pray.

Dear Lord, we give thanks
for the life

of our friend,
our colleague, John Hubble.

A light has gone out
at the school forever,

but we know a light
has gone on in heaven.

May you rest in peace.

Amen.

-Thank you for those
wonderful words, Ms. Baron.

[ Door slams ]

[ Tyres screeching ]

Ms. Baron?

Now let us all sing
the hymn "Abide with Me."

-♪ Abide with me ♪

♪ Fast falls... ♪

-Stop it.

Stop it.

-♪ The darkness ♪

-I said stop it!

-Dean, stop it.

-But, Miss, I'm just making
sure he keeps in time.

-Dean, what have we been
talking about all week?

-That you should
really use a ruler

when cutting your own fringe?

-I've had just about enough
of you, you are a bully.

Do you hear me?
A bully.

And people like you shouldn't
be allowed to come to school.

[ Crowd gasps ]

-Oh, poor disabled boy.

-What?

No.
No, I wasn't, I wasn't...

I wasn't talking
about him being...

I'm not saying because
he's, you know...

I'm talking about him being...

-Miss, please don't attack an
unfortunate boy like myself...

-Dean.
-...in the house

of our Lord and saviour.

-Oh, for God's sake!

-Have you quite finished?

-Yeah.

-You sure?
-Yeah.

Just so you know, though,
he was actually being a --

-I don't want to hear it.

If you hadn't noticed,
this is a funeral.

-I had noticed.

Coffin, flowers,
bit of a giveaway.

-There's no need to answer back.

-No, there's no need
to answer back, so...

-Do you want me to send you out?
-No.

-You sure?
-Yep.

-So, not another word out
of you.

-Not a problem.

-Now, before we --

-Just so you know,
he was actually being a --

-Get out.
-What?

-Get out.

-You are joking.
-I'm not joking, get out.

-I don't even care.

Eh? I don't care.

No, I don't care.

Can I just stand here?
-All the way out.

-It's a rubbish church.

-Now, before we commit John
Hubble's body to the ground,

let us remember him with his
favourite piece of music,

sung by his beloved
lab technician, Jo.

Ready, Jo?

-♪ Ave Maria ♪

♪ Gratia plena ♪

♪ Maria, gratia plena ♪

♪ Maria, gratia plena ♪

♪ Ave ♪

♪ Ave dominus ♪

♪ Dominus tecum ♪

[ Bird squawks ]

♪

-For me, the most moving part
was Jo singing "Ave Maria."

I think you'd left by then.

-You haven't really come here

to talk about Mr. Hubble's
funeral, have you?

-Yes, yes, I have.

-Well, thank you very
much, Mr. Church.

It's been wonderful
talking to you.

Goodbye.

[ Telephone rings ]

-Oh, there was just
one other thing.

-Here we go.

-It's about the now
sadly vacant position

of Head of Science.

-This is getting
really tiresome.

Why does it matter so much
to you, Mr. Church?

-I just feel if I was
made Head of Department,

I could really inspire the
next generation of chemists.

Plus, you get to sit at
a special table at lunch.

-Well, you'll be glad to hear

I'll be making an announcement
at this morning's assembly.

-Oh.

It's wrong to ask
who's got the top job,

but should I prepare
a speech, or --

-All will be clear
in assembly, Mr. Church.

-Obviously, I won't be
making any more insinuations

about the espresso machine.

-Well, why would you?
-Exactly.

Quick yes or no?
-No.

-Sorry, is that a no
or a no to the yes or no?

-Yes.
-Right, is that a yes

or a yes to the no
to the yes or no?

Sorry, can we just go back
to the beginning?

[ Machine whirring ]

[ Whirring stops ]

It would just be helpful --

[ Whirring resumes ]

-And if anyone has any concerns,

anything at all,
don't bring them to me.

-Well, I hope you get it.

-Get what?
-Head of Science.

-Oh, haven't really
been thinking about it.

-And after much consideration,

I can announce that the new
Head of Science is Mr. Church.

[ Applause ]

-Thank you, Headmistress.

Thank you, everybody.

Wow. Wow.

Wow.

Just like to say a few words.

-There isn't time, Mr. Church.

And as of Monday, to save money,

we're having a complete
staff restructure,

and I'm scrapping
all Heads of Department.

That'll be all.

-[ Laughs ]

Nice one, Churchy.

Head of Science
for one whole day.

-You're forgetting
it's the weekend tomorrow,

so it's actually three days.

-The school ain't open
at the weekend.

-Yeah, it's still 3 days,
or 72 hours.

-I've had dumps last
longer than that.

-I'm sorry, Keith.

-It's fine, Sarah,
it's really fine.

-Don't let it get you down.
-I won't.

-I was wondering
if the new Head of Science

would care to join
a lowly French teacher

for a celebratory lunch in
the school's canteen today?

-Oh. [ Laughs ]

He would absolutely love to.

-Great, I'll see you at 1:00.

-Actually, I should really sit
at the special table

with the other
Heads of Department.

♪

-Have you been sleeping
in my classroom?

-Like a dirty vagrant?

-All Gareth needs is
a place to sleep.

-This is my bedroom, or as
I call it, shag central.

-It's so lovely
you're staying with us.

You know, Trevor never
introduces me

to any of his friends.
-Don't worry, Trevor,

I'm not gonna go into
all the ins and outs

of what I got up to
with your mother.

-That's my mum
you're talking about.

She only ever done it once,
and that was to have me.

-Thank you for letting
me share your classroom.

-We're finally
moving in together.

-Yes, but just into a classroom.

You have no idea, Headmistress,
he is unbelievably selfish --

-She puts up a poster of a...
-Shut up!

Why don't the two of you just go
off and have some angry sex?

-I was thinking I could
just change classrooms.

-We should consider
all the options.

-♪ When I think about the days ♪

♪ There is something
of a haze about it ♪

♪ We know we're not the same ♪

♪ But let's not
break the chain ♪

♪ And we should play
this game together ♪