Original subtitles

- It's my first scan, it's not how I imagined it, on my own. - I'll come.

- I want you to be my wife. - Yeah.

- Yes?

- I don't know if I can trust you. - You're the one I really like, Amy.

- You're a good mate. - Mate? - Chris, I...

- Yeah, no that's fine, it's all right.

- I won't let you down, Finn,

I love you.

- Is there any chance I could make up for past mistakes?

You sure about going public?

- I've never been more sure of anything in my life.

- WOLF WHISTLE

- Go on, get in there, Miss.

- The sooner the better, I think.

- Right, I'll come back for those. You get on, have a nice day.

- Why don't you just leave them in the car? - They'll get nicked!

- Ruby, you're making me feel as if I'm booting you out.

- Yeah, cos you are.

Steph, I just don't want to lose this place.

The landlady only called back cos somebody pulled out,

and I'm sick of playing gooseberry to you and Ollie.

- Morning, Skinny. - Morning, Gobby.

Here's all the year tens that will be missing out on your class today.

- Oh, of course, the art trip. You'll do anything to skive off, won't you?

- Excuse me! This isn't about having a day off.

It's about inspiring my pupils.

Especially Amy Porter.

Honestly, she's so good at art and she's genuinely interested.

- Well, I think maybe a refresher course in sex education

is more appropriate than a blooming art tip.

- Oh, ye of little faith.

- It's like going on holiday.

- Yeah, check out the art gallery, then hit town(!) - I'm serious, Finn.

- I'm being serious too.

You should know that by now. Listen, today's just about me and you.

Whoever else tags along, that's their look out, yeah?

Well, at least Chris is going with you.

Somebody simpatico to have a natter with. - Yeah.

- Oh, come on, you know you want him.

- But I know no such thing. Anyway, he's in lurve, now, isn't he?

- You're joking aren't you?

He's only been with that friend of his for a week

and it's not like he's been harping on about her.

- Good. I don't want to know anything about it. - Cos you're jealous!

- And you're too interested. Have you not got your own love life?

- I have actually, and there's been a bit of a development.

- What? Come on?

- Adam. Adam!

- Hey, how are you?

- Fine, really good, actually.

In fact, I'm moving out of Steph's this afternoon. - That is great.

- Yay! - And you're still, you know, off the, er...?

- I haven't taken any pills since you helped me.

Cross my heart. - Well, I'm glad to hear it.

- Well, I mean, it's all down to you, actually,

because I just can't thank you enough.

- Well, why don't we just put it all behind us, yeah?

- Yeah.

Phil!

- I was hoping she'd decided to move schools.

- You'll be all right, mate. - No, I won't.

But there's nothing I can do about it, is there?

- Come on, chin up, man!

Come on. - Here, play on.

- Babes!

- Are you OK? We've been dead worried.

- I was so nervous about coming back. What people would say.

- Well, don't worry about Miss Lipsett,

she's on a course.

- Yeah, I know, Miss Mason told me.

Philip won't even talk to me. - Well, his loss, innit?

- Come on.

- Give me the ball.

- Maybe you should come and, you know, come and see the place?

Have a glass of wine at least, anyway.

- Well, actually, me and Rachel are going out to dinner to celebrate.

- Celebrate what? - Well... Aah, here she is!

- Oh, hi, are you ready?

Er, hi everyone, can we just have a little word?

Adam and I have something to tell you.

We don't want to make a big deal, but we do want to deflect any more gossip, so...

- We're getting married. - Yeah!

- Wonderful!

- Congratulations! - Thank you.

- Oh, I am so pleased for you!

- (Woe betide him, is all I can say.)

- Well done! - We haven't set a date, but we don't want any fuss.

We're just telling you before the kids catch on. - Congratulations.

- Well, congratulations, the pair of you!

Looks like it's love's young dream all around.

- What? Are you getting married as well?

- No, no, I'm not getting married but Oliver is moving in with me today!

- Dad didn't say anything to me! - Hey, I hope I haven't stolen your thunder.

- Well, we're still one up on you - you're not engaged. - Yet!

- Anyway, we know it's a big day today.

Don't want to hold any of you back, so business as usual, and thanks.

- Erm, right, we'd better go, cos the coach will be here in a sec.

- OK.

- Chris, erm...

are you OK with everything?

You know there'll always be

a spare bed with your name on it.

- I've really got to get going, Steph.

- I know we've had our problems in the past, but maybe we should just

put them behind us now that me and your dad and practically... - Yeah.

- You're not all right with it, are you?

- I just didn't realise it was so serious.

I always assumed it'd fizzle out. - No, I think you wanted it to fizzle out.

You've got to let your dad move on, Chris. You're not a kid any more.

- Yeah I know that.

I just...

I just don't want to see anyone get hurt.

It all seems very convenient to me. - What do you mean, convenient?

- Did Dad tell you it's his and Mum's wedding anniversary today?

- No, but I don't see how that's relevant.

- It's totally relevant.

He's chosen to do this today on his wedding anniversary

to make my mum jealous.

- He seems happy enough. - Look at his world, do you

really think that you fit in?

Look, erm..

I'm sorry, Steph. I don't want to upset you, it's just...

- Sam. - It's awful outside.

- I know.

Lauren. Come on. There's plenty of seats at the front.

Siobhan, put that away, please, no food on the coach.

Hiya, all right?

Amy, hiya, looking forward to today? - Yeah.

- You should get a lot out of it, you're very talented.

- That's what I keep trying to tell her.

Major talent, I should know.

- Sorry about that.

- Thought you'd miss the coach, gassing away with your future step-mother.

- Pack it in. - Maybe you and her could

have a double wedding. - What?

- Your dad and Steph, you and your girlfriend?

- A, my dad's still married to my mum, and B, if Anna and I got married,

I'd chose something a bit more romantic than a double-up with Steph Haydock.

- All right! - Look, I'm just not up for any more hilarious jokes

about my dad and Steph, all right?

- OK, fine, point taken.

Don't say any of that to Steph, though.

She means well, she has got feelings.

- Right, here you are, give me that. I'll finish up here.

You go and have a sit down, have a rest.

- I'm pregnant, I'm not ill.

- Why does she have to be in all my classes? It's like there's no escape.

- There's plenty other girls, man. You just have to get over her.

- Do you not think I would if I could? Oh, God, she's coming over.

- This is stupid, Philip.

I want for us to be friends.

- Yeah? Well, I want for you to be not such

a lying, cheating, lesbian cow.

But we can't get what we want, can we?

- Do you know what? Scratch what I just said.

You're an idiot and I wish I'd never met you.

- Smooth(!) - Mature(!)

- What am I going to do?

- I don't know, mate. Put yourself off her, or something.

Cos you're starting to act like a total woman.

- It's actually quite embarrassing. - Look, you've gone and put her on a pedestal,

there must be stuff that puts you off her.

- Has she got bad breath or smelly armpits?

- I love the way she smells.

Look, I'm sorry if I was a bit sharp with you earlier.

We've got the whole day together with this lot.

Let's try and make it as fun as we can.

- D'you know what? It should be me who's apologising.

I was being insensitive and I was being nosy, and...and pregnant!

God, to be honest, I just, I just...I can't wait

to get back to being normal.

- Normal?

- It just, it makes you think, doesn't it?

You've got Rachel and Adam,

and they're getting married, and then there's me,

who's just done it all the wrong way round.

- Hey! Loads of people bring up kids on their own.

Anyway, you're going to meet someone eventually, aren't you?

- Yeah. I will.

If I can be bothered!

It's good that you've met someone special though, innit? Anna?

- Yeah, it is, she's great.

- Good.

Are you kidding me? - This isn't a list!

- But you said pros and cons.

- Yeah, cons, plural. You've only got the one!

- Con number one, "She's gay."

- Pretty much a deal breaker.

- Look at all the pros, man! There's loads.

You didn't even try, Philip!

- What's the use? I miss her, and that's that.

I probably always will.

Right, take it easy getting off the bus please.

- All right, get yourselves straight in, please, yeah?

Straight in, and remember it's a gallery, it's not a zoo.

- Or a knocking shop. Let's show some respect, shall we?

I'll keep my eye on Finn today.

- Thank you. Come on.

OK, the exhibit that you're going to see today

is all about love, which as we all know, is a multi-faceted thing...

- Found you. "Ros McCain, pros and cons.

"She's a great kisser, she's got beautiful eyes..."

- What's this? - I found it in the common room.

- Who wrote it. A girl?

- Nope. Her ex. Philip Ryan.

- Aww. - Poor Philip.

- Ah "Poor Philip!" Crap!

"She's the only one in Year 12 who won't end up working in a chip shop." - Excuse me?

- No wait, there's more.

"She's NATURALLY pretty, unlike the slappers she hangs around with.

"She's even nice to those thick bimbos on the netball team."

- Thick? - Bimbos? - Where's that? - Right there.

- Hi. - Pardon me, I'm sure.

I've got the Year 12 assessments

you asked me to bring up.

- You don't have to go.

- Really? You could have fooled me.

- Maybe I'd better leave you to it.

- No, no, no. I'll leave you to it.

Three's a crowd. Just maybe make sure your door's locked next time.

- Steph, can I have a word?

- I'll see you later.

- That was really out of order! My door was closed.

Have you been crying? - Sorry, I shouldn't have said anything.

- What's the matter? - Can I have a tissue?

- Come on, everyone. - Keep up at the back there.

- So, the subject of Homer's Odyssey

is the importance of resisting sensual desire.

You can see the sirens here are using their sensuality

to lure the sailors to their deaths.

- Typical. Blame the woman!

- OK, well this is where art gets interesting, OK?

Cos understanding the symbolism helps to understand

the painting's real themes,

although everybody interprets them differently. - It's kind of lonely.

- Fantastic, Amy. That's what's important -

your reaction, as well as what the artist is trying to convey.

Can you expand on that

and tell me why you think it makes you feel that way?

- Amy can paint better than that. - Don't be daft!

- I'm sure Amy knows that she's got some hard work to do to develop her own style.

- She's already developed it.

It might not be as fancy as all this, but I can see it,

even if you can't.

- OK, anybody else. Can anyone else tell me how it makes them feel?

- Sir, I'm just going to go to the toilet, OK?

- No, not OK. Can't you wait till we break?

- Yeah, if you want the next exhibit to be called "turd on floor".

- LAUGHTER

Come straight back.

Right everyone, if you follow me into the next room and the next exhibit.

- Every man I have ever gone for,

bar none, has ended up using me.

And every time I've gone back for more,

like some sort of village idiot, and I'm just fed up, Rachel.

- So, don't put up with it, Steph.

You know, turn the tables, get your dignity back.

- Dignified and alone, eh?

- There are decent men out there.

Obviously I assume that I'm with one of them,

but if it all went wrong with Adam...

I think I'd rather be on my own and still have my pride.

- I know you're right.

And I'm sorry I had a go at you.

Cos I know Adam's a gentleman.

You deserve someone like that.

- So do you, Steph, you do.

Don't settle for someone you can't trust.

It's your life. You're in control.

- First things first, write a nasty message on Philip's page.

I like it! - It's good.

- Oh, no!

Oh, what is this?

- Who are you calling a slapper?

- Well, no-one really, uh, not...

- Philip, it's here in black and white, what you think.

So not only are you a pig, you're a liar as well!

PIG, PIG, PIG, PIG!

- ALL: PIG! PIG! PIG!

Thanks a lot guys, brilliant suggestion(!)

Not only does Ros hate me but the school does as well. - Go to your lessons, man!

Stop it! What you throwing...?

- OK, so this painting's called "Lovers",

which I think you'll agree is fairly obvious.

- No, not really, he looks like he's strangling her.

- That's cos they're at it, Sam. - Thank you, Josh.

- If you'd like to follow Miss Scott, she's going to show you the next painting.

I'm going to go to check on Finn. There's no way he should have been this long.

- Hang on, where's Amy?

- I knew it!

- Aah, acrylics in a pen. Check out the colours!

- How much?

I haven't got that much on me.

- Aaw! Thanks, babes, but I don't need presents if I've got you.

- Amy! What are you doing in here? - I was just looking.

- And where's Finn? - Well, how should I know?

- Because he's your boyfriend and he's disappeared as well.

- He went to the toilet, didn't he?

- Amy, you know you're not supposed to wander off, don't you?

I thought you were enjoying the tour. - I am.

I...but...

- Then please don't spoil things by making me have to punish you.

D'you know what? You have got such a good eye, so much potential,

you could really make something of yourself.

Don't let Finn stand in your way. - He's not!

I mean, I wouldn't. I won't, Miss.

- OK. Come on.

- She's gay!

No Finn? He's not in the gents.

There he is.

Oi, where've you been!

- Been looking at these two love birds, Sir.

You know what? That could be you and Miss Campbell, that.

- Less of your lip. Go and join everyone else.

Anna! - Chris. - What are you doing here?

WOLF WHISTLES

Yes, all right, everyone, Anna's a friend of mine.

Sorry...

Kim, could I join you in a second?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Sorry, you're working.

You mentioned you might visit here,

so I popped by on the off-chance I might get lucky.

- Great! - Is it? - Yeah, of course.

- Only, it's been a couple of days and you haven't called so I just thought that, maybe...

- No! No, I've just been busy at school, you know?

- OK.

- Yes, I'm serious, no I need you to listen to me...

- OK, so...gosh!

Congratulations! - Thank you.

- You kept that quiet.

- Well, we wanted to tell everyone at once.

So, how is it, the new flat?

- D'you know, I haven't actually seen it yet.

I just thought I'd better take what I could, get out of Steph's hair.

But it'll be fine.

- Well, of course it will, with your design skills.

- Ooh, er, do you want to come over and see it with me later?

You could help me move my things, and have a glass of wine?

- You asked me that this morning.

I'm going out. With Rachel.

- Oh, yeah.

- I'll catch you later.

- OK.

- Finn? What's up?

- Nothing.

I just don't want to cramp your style,

"hold you back", know what I mean?

- I can't help what Campbell said!

- Maybe, but you agreed with her, that's all I need to know.

- What d'you mean? - If you're with me, you're with me 100%.

- I am. I... - You made your choice, Amy.

It's over.

- Kim, could you do me a favour?

When we break for lunch, would you mind if I meet Anna for half an hour?

- That's not very fair, is it?

- It's only in the garden outside, I didn't think you'd mind.

- Yeah, but, you know... that's when this lot

are more likely to kick off, isn't it, lunch time?

- Right.

So is that a no then? - No...

Oh, forget it!

You go, you have a good time, it's just me being hormonal that's all.

- Only if you're OK with it. - I am, I am, it's absolutely fine.

Honestly, I'll be glad to see the back of you.

- There you go girls, read that over, it's fantastic.

- What are you doing?! That's my personal business.

- It's not you he called a slapper.

- How could you?

Like I haven't been through enough without you spreading it round the whole school.

- This is all your fault, what we going to do about it?

- PIG! PIG! PIG! PIG! PIG!

- Steph!

Steph! - What are you doing here?

- I'm not going anywhere till you give me an explanation. - Oliver, this isn't the time.

- You left me no option.

You can't just break up without telling me why.

I was supposed to move in with you tonight, for God's sake! - I know, on your wedding anniversary.

Well, isn't it? - Yes, I suppose it is. How do you know?

- Your son told me. - Chris?!

- Unless you've got another one. Look, not here.

- All right, everyone. That's lunch.

Make your way over to the gallery restaurant please.

Here, let me give you a hand.

You look like a sumo wrestler.

- Why don't you just call me a fat cow, Chris?

- Sorry, that's not what I meant. - Good job I'm not coming for lunch

with you and blondie, I might scoff the lot!

- Kim, is there some reason why you...

..why you wouldn't want me to go for lunch with Anna?

- I've said go, haven't I? Let me give you a bit of advice, though.

Don't mention her weight, it doesn't go down too well with the ladies.

- I wasn't saying you were fat, I was saying you were pregnant!

- Well, you should go,

you'll be late for Anna.

- Finn, I'm sorry, Finn.

Finn, look, I'll give you 200%.

Like, infinity!

Whatever I said to Campbell, she can do one, cos I'd do anything for you.

- It's about trust, Amy.

You've got to trust me.

All we've got is each other.

That's what I feel. That's what I want. But if you... - No, I do too!

You're all I want.

All I've ever wanted. - Yeah?

So while you were running off after Campbell, I was putting my neck on the line trying to get you this.

- It's over, Steph. She's accepted it and so have I.

Tonight's just another night and Christopher knows that, so what he's playing at, I don't know.

- I think I do. - The point is this is all nonsense.

If my son's got a problem with me having a girlfriend... - No, you're not getting it.

it's not you having a girlfriend, it's having ME as a girlfriend. - That's because he's a snob!

He can't see through the bluster, to the real you. - What bluster?

- Nothing, you know, joie de vivre.

It's what makes you you, though.

It's charming. I mean...

I'm hardly in a position to criticise.

At my age I'm lucky to hook up with anyone!

- I feel so...special.

I've got to go. I'm on playground duty. - Well, stuff Christopher!

We won't tell him, it's none of his business anyway.

- No, Ollie, listen.

I think I deserve more than "better than nothing."

- A little picnic. I thought it was quite romantic.

- Yeah, it's great.

Thanks for getting all this.

- It's all right. I thought it was a bit weird when you didn't call.

I mean, I don't want to be like some sort of stalker,

but going from being friends to something a bit more

is a bit traumatic at the best of times,

so I thought it would be nice to know we were in it together.

- Yeah, course we are.

- So, what's going on? - What?

- Why the radio silence?

- Erm...I...I don't know.

Well, my feelings have been kind of been all over the place. - Mine too!

Right, I'm going to put my cards on the table. - No, Anna, it's fine, you don't have to.

- No, I want to. Cos, you see, I always wondered

what it would be like if we were boyfriend and girlfriend and not just friends.

Cos I always wanted it. For years.

And everyone I ever went out with never quite measured up to the mark.

I told myself, I said, we're better off as friends,

cos I'd only be disappointed,

but the thing is, I wasn't.

Cos, you see, the thing is...

I've never felt this way about anyone, the way I feel about you,

and, well, I can't believe it could just be me, so...

Oh, God.

- I'm sorry,

I want to, it's just...

- OK, everybody, listen up.

After lunch we're going to be doing our own art, yeah?

So what I want you to do, I want you to pick out your favourite piece

and then I want you to interpret it in your own way, OK?

- You shouldn't have to copy this rubbish, it should be your paintings on these walls.

- You're just saying that cos you're biased! - I believe in you, Amy.

- I believe in you too, babe.

More than you know. - Then show me.

- What are you going to draw then?

- I'm going to copy the picture of the little girl.

- I'm going to do that abstract one with the red line.

- That'll take you about a minute! - That's the point, genius.

- I dunno, babes. We could get into serious trouble.

- If something's easy, it doesn't mean anything, does it?

I just want you to show me that you love me.

- I assume this wasn't intended for public view,

but I'm absolutely appalled

that Philip would use such Neanderthal terms for a girl.

- Peer pressure. It's a powerful thing.

By the looks of it the poor sod will be regretting it.

Teenage girls take things so seriously.

- You're actually defending this?!

- Please, I'll take that. Just give me these and we'll...

- From what I can see, Philip's been saying nice things about Ros.

She must be flattered. It's you lot slagging her off.

- Can you not read, moron? It's about what he's been saying about us.

- You're making it worse! - Course he is, he's got a Y chromosome.

- Speak English, woman!

- Sexism is insidious, and this impressionable age

is when sexual stereotypes really take root

and I'm not having it in my school, with pupils or staff.

- But this is all over a few turns of phrase. - What, like "thick bimbo"?

- No, like "slapper". - I'll give you slapper.

- Ow, what are you doing?

- You're out of order, disgusting, and you agree with this?!

- Are you accusing me of being sexist? - You're not in a hurry to deal with the problem.

- They're kids, it's what they do! Let them sort it out between themselves.

- Hang on. When they put these things on the wall, they involve the school and me.

- Now you sound like the head teacher.

- Well, I am! - When we got engaged, you promised to treat me like an equal.

Am I not entitled to my opinion?

- Am I allowed to disagree with it?

- ALL SHOUT

- Hey, listen now. Pack it in!

This hate campaign against Philip has gone way too far. I don't know what he wrote, but this is bullying.

Yeah? - It isn't about Philip any more, it's about the lot of them.

Women are so much better than men.

- We can do well better without them.

- Yeah? You took the words right out of my mouth.

- Well, you're stuck with each other, so learn how to get along.

- If you're going to do this, why not properly? Huh?

Why don't we decide once and for all who's better - men or women?

Yes?

General studies with Mr Budgen this afternoon, let's debate it,

see who can win the battle.

- I don't think this requires a full scale debate, does it? - Maybe you'll learn something.

- It'll be the girls that learn something! - Save it till next period!

- They are going to kill each other! Do you know what you're doing?

- Are you assuming that because I'm a woman, I don't? - Don't even go there!

No matter how much I try and pretend it was just a crush or that I'm over it...

..I'm just not.

- Who is she?

- She's the reason I can't seem to feel anything for anyone else. Even you.

I mean, any bloke would be lucky, you're so lovely and clever...

- Spare me the platitudes.

Who is she?

- It's Kim.

You've met her.

Oh, no, the baby's not mine.

She's not with the father any more, thank God!

Not because of me,

because of him.

She's been hurt.

- You obviously care a lot about her.

- Yeah, for all it's worth.

- Tell me about it.

She doesn't know she's born.

- I'll remember and tell her that.

- Someone should.

- Are you OK, Miss Campbell. You're not having your baby, are you?

She's only having the baby! - No, I am not having the baby!

It's just Braxton Hicks, that's all.

They get more frequent the more pregnant you are. - They aren't like real contractions.

It's like preparing the body for labour.

Like a practice run. Yeah, my Auntie's a midwife.

- Great, thanks for that, spot on, Lauren.

Anyway, let's stop talking about that

and get on with the next activity, all right?

- Well. Mr Mead isn't here. - No, well, we will just have to get on without him, won't we?

Right, can you get your trays,

put them all away, start to get your sketchbooks out please.

- Not that you'll be needing yours. - I'm scared.

- Don't be. All great artists take risks,

it's the only way to get noticed.

- You think I'll be a great artist?

- There's only one way to find out, isn't there?

- Yeah, good work girls.

Good choice there, Amy, don't forget to put your own stamp on it if you can.

- I'll try.

- Finn! - I can't breathe.

- What? Are you all right?

Can someone help me, please?!

Try and keep calm, just keep calm.

Could everyone stay back, all right? Stay back.

Just give him some air.

- GASPS AND WHEEZES

- Excuse me, can you call us an ambulance please?

Breathe in and out for me. - Is something wrong?

- Yeah. He collapsed.

I had to call an ambulance.

- Are you all right, Finn?

- Yeah, I'm actually feeling much better now.

- What's going on, Finn? - I must've had one of them panic attacks.

- A panic attack? - You've gone too far this time.

- Where were you Mr "I'm onto him"?

Sorry, can we cancel the ambulance? It looks like it was a false alarm.

- There's a problem in Gallery 5!

- Chris!

- Amy! What are you doing?!

- Stop right there!

- Amy!

All right, take your hands off her. - Finn!

- Leave this to me, please. - Left to you, look what happened!

You're guests of our gallery. This is disgusting!

- I think it's brilliant, me! - It's us, Finn! Can you see?

- Is that what your panic attack was about? - I helped her and I'm proud of her.

Bansky wouldn't have to apologise. - Amy is not Banksy!

She's a vandal and a disgrace to the school!

Do you think that Banksy would draw all over someone else's art?

- Let's deal with this in the office, shall we?

- You as well, Finn.

Kim, look, you just stay here and calm down, yeah?

- Yeah, cheers, my hero. Thanks.

- Right, sshh, sshh.

Right, settle down.

Boys are better than girls.

- SHOUTING AND ARGUING

- Shh!

Paul, you're on the debating team?

- Right, OK, yeah.

This house would argue that boys are better than girls, because...

Because...? - He doesn't have anything!

- Because girls take ages to get ready before they can even leave the house.

- Yes!

- SHOUTING

Come on, that's a lame argument.

- It's not lame, it's true!

- Have you been out with Bolton? He takes hours!

- Look, guys are faster, stronger, so what does that make us?

Better athletes, thank you very much. - No, no, no, that's not true!

OK, who's the best basketball player? - Me.

- No. Sam Kelly. And what is she? A girl. Thank you.

- Right, how come girls can only play three sets in Wimbledon?

You know, they might look tight in their tight skirts and things,

but they can't play five sets like the man! Innit?!

- DOOR OPENS

Miss Campbell?

The gallery have agreed to let the school deal with Finn and Amy, provided we can pay for the damage.

And the rest of the kids have to stay in there away from the collection. - Right, where's Amy and Finn?

- In the security office, waiting for a taxi to take them back to school.

Nancy can go with them. Or you, if you've had enough?

- Wow, got it all sorted out, haven't you?

Shame you weren't about when poor old ineffectual me couldn't cope, eh?

- Look, I shouldn't have left you for so long. I got caught up with Anna.

- Yeah, OK, spare me the details. - Not like that! She was upset.

- Chris, I couldn't care less about your love life!

Let's just get on with the rest of the day.

- Hang on, you're over-reacting, Kim. I was a bit late, that's all.

I remember you bending the rules when it came to your love life,

so don't pretend you're perfect. - Hang on a minute, you let me down!

Just admit it.

You stay with these, I'll go and see Amy and Finn.

And I'll stay, thank you.

- It's a known fact that boys are better breadwinners than girls.

- Point of information - that depends on what career. - Exactly!

- No it doesn't. - Yeah, it does.

- Men are the best chefs now. We've even taken the kitchen from you.

- Exactly. Men get paid more than women, so what does that tell you?

- Hang about, hang about, what about Ms Mason? She's a woman.

Is anyone going to say that she doesn't have to run the school?

- Seriously, man. Whose side are you on?

- Do you know what, I'm going to say something.

Right, things are changing, OK?

Women are achieving positions of power in all sorts of industries,

and we've had to work that much harder to get there,

so that arguably makes us better than men.

Because we're stronger and more determined.

- And we won't take crap from people who write lists about us, Philip!

- ALL: PIG! PIG! PIG! PIG! PIG! PIG!

- Right. Let's stick to the topic please, huh?

- Amy.

I gave you a chance, and you blew it.

- Seems that way.

- Is this what you want?

Look at me! Is this what you want?

To ruin your academic career and your self esteem for him?

- Can I go please? - Yeah, yeah, go on.

Anna?

Uh, it's Kim.

- Yeah, I know who you are.

Look, I just wanted to say that Chris happens to be a friend of mine.

I don't want so see him get hurt, so I think you should leave him alone.

- What? What are you on about? - I think you know what I'm talking about.

- Girls cope with stress better because we actually talk about things. - Yes.

- No, what you mean is, women go on and on and on...

- SHOUTING

- Analyse everything, whereas us lads, we get on with it or we take action.

- I've over-analysed everything since the day I was born, I wish I didn't but I... - Philip.

You're a boy.

For the purposes of this debate at least.

- This is stupid.

I don't think that women are better than men.

I just think women are better than men at understanding things,

especially emotional things.

And I think that men can be really, really immature and hurtful.

- And if we're better at understanding and stuff, then we're better at everything.

- Everything? - Everything! - What about fighting?

A girl can't go to war if she's got a baby on her hip!

- If she didn't have a baby on her hip there'd be no wars to fight - the human race would cease to exist.

- And if there were no men, women couldn't have babies anyway.

- Guys!

Can't you see that, all things considered,

the partnership between boys and girls, men and women,

in society, needs to be teamwork.

It's as simple as that. - And teamwork requires mutual respect.

- Fair enough. - Any more pearls of wisdom from the great unwashed?

- Uh, sorry you're going to have to continue this debate without me.

- Look, Ros is right.

Some men don't take things seriously enough.

We're all here because I wrote down a stupid bunch of stuff,

because I was...

Because I am immature... and disrespectful.

I was hurt...

..but I honestly never meant to hurt anyone.

And I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- So what is it exactly that I'm supposed to have done?

- You might like the idea of Chris pining after you,

but if you're not interested then let him go.

- Pining? Hang on a minute, I thought that you two were a...

- There is no "us two".

How's he supposed to know what he feels if he's got you leading him on? - Well, what's he said?

- Not much. But it's obvious you're giving him mixed messages. - Mixed messages?!

- You're going to hurt him badly if you're not careful. - Hang on a minute!

This is ridiculous. I'm not giving mixed messages!

Anyway, how do you know how I feel or don't feel about him?

- So you are interested?

- Yeah. Yeah, I am but work relationships always go wrong so...

- Whatever.

I just hope one day you know what it feels like to want someone who doesn't want you.

Because take it from me, it hurts.

- OH!

OH!

OH! Aaargh!

Help me!

- These are valuable works of art, entrusted to us by their collectors.

- OH!

- The painting your classmate vandalised will need specialist cleaning to repair,

and even then it may never be the same.

- MOBILE RINGS

- Right, hand it over!

- That's a verbal warning for you, Mr Mead. - Pay attention to what's being said.

Sorry about this. - As I was saying...

- Kim? Dad.

I...

Yeah, I had a chat with Steph

and I might have mentioned your anniversary.

- Help!

- You've made fools of the teachers,

the gallery, the school and yourselves - I'm disgusted.

I'm truly disgusted.

The school's going to have to pay for that damage.

Your parents are going to have to contribute. - My old man can afford it.

- Don't you have anything else to say? Aren't you ashamed of yourselves?

- It was something we had to do. We were expressing ourselves, Miss.

- I see Finn's doing the talking for you, as usual.

- No-one died, did they?

- I've called your parents.

I've recommended they don't let you see each other any more.

Amy, I'm going to move you to a different form group

and you're both going to be on solitary detention

until I decide your futures at Waterloo Road.

- What is this, prison?

- If you were a couple of years older that's where you'd be going.

So count yourselves lucky.

Come on, get out.

Come on!

Take them to the cooler.

- What are we going to do? - Don't worry about it.

No-one can keep us apart.

Come on.

- Excuse me, have you seen my colleague?

The one that's pregnant? - Um, yeah.

She went into the lecture room with a friend. - A friend?

- Help me! Ow!

Help me! Chris!

Chris!

- Kim?

- There's blood, there's blood. - It's all right, it's OK, it's OK.

- I'm bleeding. - I'm here now. We're going to get you to the hospital.

- I still think women are better than men on, like, every level.

- See you later, yeah? - Yeah, bye.

- Listen, Philip. - Look, Ros...

I'm sorry. - No, I'm sorry.

I know I've hurt you.

But...

I just...I kind of couldn't help it.

- You know what, though?

After writing that stupid list it sort of made me think.

There's so much stuff about you that I like.

There's just this little thing sort of makes it impossible for us to be together.

So can't we just hold on to the other things

and stay mates? - That's what I want.

I've missed you.

- Any sign of the coach? - No. I've tried Kim and Chris

and they've both got their mobiles off.

- Must be the traffic, huh? Are you OK?

- Yeah, thick-skinned, me.

Just as well.

- Do you need some help with those? - My taxi hasn't showed up.

- Well, why don't I give you a lift?

- Oh, thank you.

Yeah, I don't know how I was going to get it all in, cos I'm on the third floor.

- Well, er, just one minute.

I'm going to give Ruby a hand moving in. - What about our reservation?

- See you there? I just feel a bit sorry for her.

- Adam, are you sure that's not what exactly what she's hoping for?

You mustn't let her get dependent on you. - Her life's fallen apart just as ours is coming together.

It's the least I can do as a friend, helping her with a couple of boxes.

- That is why I'm marrying you.

Go on, then.

Hey, girls, what's going on? Where's Miss Campbell?

- Mr Mead had to take her to hospital. She was bleeding. They had to call an ambulance.

- Oh, my God. - It wasn't Braxton Hicks. She's going to lose the baby.

- I'll go. - Oh, please let me know as soon as you hear anything.

- Yeah, of course.

- Christopher Mead? - Yes.

How is she? - I'm afraid it's a clot, which means we can't keep the baby inside any longer.

We're going to have to perform an emergency Caesarean.

- She's not due for a month. - The baby's premature, yes, but I don't see a problem if we act quickly.

Kim's signed consent, so we're free to go ahead. But she's asked to speak with you before we operate.

- Yeah. Yeah, course.

Hey. - I'm really scared.

- Come here.

- Will you stay with me? - I'm not going anywhere.

I won't let anything happen to you, yeah? - And the baby as well?

- I'll be right here, I promise.

- Right. Let's get you lying down now, Kim.

We need to get her down to theatre.

- I feel the same.

- What?

- I feel the same.

- Wow!

It's, er...

It's compact.

- It's filthy. - Yeah.

Just needs a good clean, eh?

- Yeah. Look, er...

You know, thanks very much but I don't want to keep you

and I've got my work cut out for me

getting this place fit enough to eat in.

Not that I've got any food cos I was going to go to the shops later.

- Why don't you start scrubbing? I'll get some supplies so at least you can eat something.

- Will you be late for Rachel? - No, not if I'm quick. I'll see you in a minute.

- Could you cut, please?

OK. Just hold it there, thank you.

- BABY CRIES

- Hi. Hello there, little fellow.

- HEART MONITOR BLEEP CHANGES

- Let's get this bleeding stopped as quickly as possible.

- Chris.

How is she? - Er...

It's a boy.

They're checking on him now, but he seems healthy and he's breathing well.

- Good. - But there's been a problem with Kim.

She lost a lot of blood and her pressure's dropped more than they'd have liked it to.

- Yeah, but she's going to be OK?

- They're working on her now.

That's all I know.

And something for you to celebrate your new house.

- Oh, that is great. Let me get a couple of glasses.

- No, no. I really do have to go now.

- Well, let me reimburse you first.

- Look, consider it a housewarming gift. Really, it's fine.

- You've just been so lovely to me.

No, you have.

Just everything you... you've done and...

you know, what with the tablets,

you've just been such a support to me. Thank you so much.

I just think you're brilliant. - Look, as long as you're OK, that's...

Ruby!

- Oh, I'm sorry.

No, I'm so sorry, I...

No, because you've just gone above and beyond for me and then you lied to Rachel.

- You know that me and Rachel are very much together.

Look, you have just... You've just misunderstood.

- Yes. Sorry.

I'm so sorry. - It's OK. Look, I really do have to go. It's...

It's fine.

BABY CRIES >

- Here. - Oh, thank you.

Steph, what I said this morning.

I shouldn't have. - I know.

- I've found it hard, my mum and dad splitting up,

but I should never have stuck my oar in like that.

- Let's just focus on Kim, eh?

- Yeah.

She told me she loved me.

Before the operation.

Well, at least, she said she feels the same way I do, and since I love her then...

- Well, it's about time she admitted it. It's been obvious to anyone who cared to look.

- Good news.

She's in recovery. - Oh, thank God. - Can I see her? - When she's had a good sleep.

But if you'd like to meet the baby, follow me. I'll get you gowned up.

- Great. Oh, just a second.

Steph, however I came across today, I am ashamed of myself.

You're a lovely person, and I'd be proud to call you my step-mum.

- Well, it's not really an issue any more.

The truth is,

I wouldn't fit into your dad's world.

- SHE SCREAMS

SHE WEEPS

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY AND ERRATICALLY

I'm sorry.

- Ruby?

- She is so...

- Needy? - I guess, yeah.

- You don't think she's got a crush on you, do you?

- No.

Why?

- Don't know.

Seems to have latched on to you.

I don't want to sound possessive, but..

- Well, what woman would be able to resist me?

- You...

- Is he all right?

- He's perfect.

- Is he definitely a boy?

- I haven't checked myself, but... I'd take their word for it.

They're pretty good at what they do round here.

Here's your mummy.

- Hello.

- You had me worried there for a bit.

- I'm sorry.

- I forgive you.

- For everything?

- Stay away from each other at break

and we'll keep you separated in lessons. - No, you can't do that.

- I came to tell you I'm filing for divorce.

I think it's best.

- You want us to take our clothes off? - It'll be done tastefully, Jo.

Miss January.

- RAUCOUS SHOUTING

- Miss, you locked her in. You can't do that. - I just did.

- You're a mess, Ruby!

- Rachel, I... I'm so sorry.

- Get out.

- Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd

E-mail subtitling@bbc.co.uk