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- It's beautiful.

- I can't live like this, you get me?

Let go!
- Just calm down.

- I think we'll be giving this a miss.
- No. Bring it on.

How did I do?

Yes! Get in!

- Sanctimonious little...

- I told him that you're a devious,

selfish little weirdo that can't be
trusted.

I mean, what is a mother to do?

- Is it true, sir? Is this really you?

- That man beat my mother like
clockwork.

What I did to him, that doesn't make
me a monster.

- I'll have to take your word for
that.

- Lift those legs.

It's all about the heart rate.

Thirty-second breather.

- If you're this tough on the kids,
they'll row the Atlantic

by lunch time.
- What's this sponsored rowing thing
in aid of anyway?

- One of the kids, Tariq, he's in a
wheelchair.

So they're fundraising to get him a
new kayak.

- Is Imogen involved?
- Who?

- My daughter?
- No idea.

- On the floor. Crunches. Give me ten
reps.

Go!

You should pop in and say hello.

- No chance.

I've got a meeting with Michael, the
head.

- Is he as charming as people say he
is?

- Why? Want me to put in a good word
for you?

- Me? No. Not my type.

- What is your type?

- Tall. Funny. Faithful.

- Sally, he's gone. Get over it.

- Press-ups.

- What do we know about any of the
rest of the staff at this place?

- Is everything all right here?

What happened to you?
- I told you he'd deny it.

- What?
- You know full well you attacked me
in the pub.

- You fell over into a table.
- Is that what you told the police

when they arrested you for beating
your father to a pulp?

- Could you get that thing out of my
face, please?! Thank you very much.

- Miss Donnegan, have you any
statement

regarding Michael Byrne's assault
after luring me to the pub last week?

- No comment.

- This is private property, all right,

I'm going to have to ask you all to
leave.

- People have a right to know the
truth.

- That's fine, I'm sure you'll give it
to them.

Your version of it, at any rate.

- What the hell is going on?

- Gerard's playing dirty again.

- He said you lured him to a pub.

- No, I challenged him about his smear
campaign.

- You promised me, no more bombshells.

- I didn't touch him!
- So where did he get his injuries?

- He hasn't even made a complaint to
the police.

- PHONE BEEPS

- Yet.

- Thanks for your support(!)

- Tanya? Give me good news...

- Are you joking?

- What?

It's about time you got a bit of
glamour in your life.

- I don't even like red.

- But, babes, they'll go lovely with
the dress.

- You think I'd be seen dead wearing
this?
- You've got a great figure.

You should be showing it off, not
hiding it

under those baggy moth-eaten jumpers.

Still, I suppose I could always
squeeze myself into it.

- Every cloud, eh, mum?

- Shall we open the rest of your
cards?

- Whatever.

- PHONE RINGS

- Hello?
- Happy birthday.
- Sing it then.

- Sing it? No chance, are you mental?

- How did you know it was my birthday
anyway?

- I have telepathic powers.
- Very funny.

- How do you think? Facebook.

- I better go. See you later.

- Er...right.

- What's up?

Dad's getting married.

- I made you breakfast.

- I'm not hungry.

- You have to eat something, or...

- Or what?

You'll hit me again?

- How many times do I have to say it?
I'm sorry.

- Sorry's not good enough, Connor.

- Look, Mum, it was going to happen
sooner or later.

- Course. I'm happy for him.

Who was on the phone before?

- A mate.

- Why don't you ask them over tonight?
- What?

- You could wear that dress I bought.
That new bar in town is quite dressy.

Might even slip you a cocktail if
you're lucky.

- I can't. I've got plans.

- What sort of plans?

- We're going to the cinema.
- You can do that another night.

- Last showing.

Thanks for the lift.

- Wait, wait, I'll walk in with you.
Where's the visitors' parking?

- Why?

- Didn't I say? I'm helping out at
this rowing event.

- Please tell me you're joking.

- What? I can't let Lorraine down. She
asked for me especially.

- You're not coming dressed in that?

- What's wrong with it?

- Morning, Christine. Cup of coffee?

- No, thank you.

- If this was the public sector, he'd
be looking at a suspension.

- So you do think he's guilty then?
- No, I didn't say that.

- Why don't you ask Grantly? He used
to be your old union rep, didn't he?

- Yeah, how come you're so quiet?
- If you must know,

Michael has my full and unequivocal
support.

- Ditto. Innocent until proven guilty,
that's my motto.

- It doesn't look good though, does
it?

Gerard's allegations all over the
press.

- Press? You mean wee Marie out there?

She's one of his old pupils.

She works on the obituary desk. He's
obviously bullied her into it.

It's just his style.
- Still. A son hitting a parent.

It's not the best example.

- I'm sure Michael had his reasons.
Whatever they might be.

- And I'd have bopped Gerard Findlay
on the nose myself

given half the chance.

- Morning, everyone.
- Morning.
- Good morning.

- I'm sure you've all encountered
Gerard Findlay outside.

For the record, I'd just like to say

I had nothing to do with his injuries.
- Never crossed our minds.

- And don't forget,

there's a sixth form sponsored row
taking place today in the hall...

- How gratifying to see the students
taking the initiative, Michael.

- How far are they rowing anyway?

- Edinburgh to Greenock. About eighty
miles, give or take.

- Good on 'em, I say.
- Yeah, it'll be some achievement

if they complete the course in the
time.

- Tariq must be delighted his friends
are raising money for him.

- How is he anyway?
- Making good progress,

but we should all keep an eye out.

All right, that's everything.

How you doing?

- I'm fine.

- Look, I thought that I should offer
you an apology.

I should have told you about my dad.

- It's fine. You don't owe me
anything.

- I didn't use all the hot water. Talk
to Rhiannon.

- That shower was freezing. I still
can't even feel my feet.

- I can't feel my legs.

It's a joke.

- My mum's threatening to pull me out
of school.

- What? Why?

- Why do you think? Bruiser Byrne.

- Oh, well. Every cloud, eh?

- Oi, Leave him. He's all right.

- Here she is. Happy birthday.

- Thanks.
- I squared it with Maggie that you
can come round tonight.

- Cool.

- You coming?
- Nothing else on.

- You want us to bring some drinks and
stuff?

- What we need is a bottle of cider.
- Count me out. Don't drink.

- Aww, what's up? Scared of Mummy
finding out?

- BELL RINGS

This way, boys. Careful!

The health club will go spare if you
get a scratch on them.

Lovely, thank you.

- Excuse me, can I help you?

- Sally Stewart. Lorraine's personal
trainer.

She persuaded my boss to lend the
rowing machines.

Wants me to make sure they don't do
themselves an injury.

- That's very kind of you to
volunteer.
- I don't mind.

Gives me a chance to see how my
daughter's getting on.

- Who?
- Imogen? Year 12.
- Oh.

- I know, I don't look old enough.

Here, you're a dark horse. Sticking
one on Gerard Findlay?

- I didn't hit him.

- He's a right lazy so-and-so.

Never saw him in all the time Imogen
was at Havelock.

Where's the ladies'?

- Down the corridor. Second on the
right.

- All right?
- Thanks for telling me.

- Saves having to pay a teaching
assistant.

- Morning. Here's your dry cleaning.
- Thank you.

- Amazing dress. It looks just like
the one that Cameron Diaz wore

at the Oscars. Lush.
- Do you want to just pop it into the
office?

- I hope you're not taking advantage
of her good nature.

- Her good nature is what I pay her
for.

Certainly not her brains.

- What you two got there?

- Adapted rowing machine. Doing my
bit.
- Oh, right.

How are you?

- Don't worry. I'm never going back to
that dark place again.

- Glad to hear it.

Don't forget. I'm just down the hall.

- Sorry. Excuse me, which way's the
office again?

- Through the left, through the double
doors,

down and then through the next...

- You lost me at the double doors.

- I'll show you if you like.

- So what's your name?

- Connor.

- And what year is Connor in?

- 12.

- Really? You must know Imogen? Imogen
Stewart.

- Er...sort of. She kinda keeps
herself to herself.

- I'm Sally, by the way. I'm in charge
of this rowing marathon.

Watch you guys sweat it out.

It's a tough job but someone's got to
do it.

I hope you're getting involved.

- I'm not really into sports.

- Strapping lad like you? You could
crack a walnut with those biceps.

- Davidson.
- Not here, sir.

- Hamilton? What, no Stephanie either?

- You keep playing with it, you'll
break it.
- How did you make it?

- I'll show you sometime. I'll bring
them round to yours one day.

- Mulgrew?
- Here.

- And have my mum in our faces,
hassling us all the time?

- Could be worse. She could be a
teacher.

- She might as well be.

She's helping with this rowing thing.

- Yeah, I know.

- What?

- Nothing.

- Has she said something to you?

- She was just being friendly...

- How friendly?

- Hey. I haven't finished the register
yet!

- Oh...she's tidy!

- That must be a record even for you.
- What?

- Don't pretend like you don't know.
Hitting on my mates!

- I was being friendly! What do you
want me to do?

Walk about with a face like a smacked
bum like someone I know?

- So you don't deny it then?

- Calm down, darling. Showing yourself
up.

- I'M showing myself up?

- Just goes to show we're not so
different after all.

Same taste in men for one.
- Like Connor would ever go for you.

- He's a nice looking lad. You should
invite him as your plus one

to the wedding...
- I'm not taking anyone.

- But you're young. You should be
enjoying life.

You don't want to get left on the
shelf...

- I give up.

- Right, what about the nurse, she's
on £35K.

- Lorraine, there is such a thing as
duty of care.

- How many grazed knees does she patch
up in a day?

It's never a full-time position, get
rid of her.

- KNOCK ON DOOR

- Mr Chalk and Miss McFall are here.
Should I make them an appointment?

- It'll only take two minutes...

- Excuse me, if you want to speak to
Miss Donnegan or Mr Byrne

you've got to come through me first.

- Janeece...it's fine.

- Sorry to interrupt, but Daniel and I
are worried.

I've had four missing at registration
this morning.

No calls from parents, nothing.

- I've got two pupils have gone AWOL.

- So there's a bug going round.

- I've a nasty feeling parents are
removing their children from school.

- Just a feeling?

- I'm a verger at the church.

I overheard the congregation
discussing Michael's past.

- They would take their kids out of
school over that?

OK, thanks.

- I tell you, when I see Gerard
Findlay, I am going to...

- What? Finish the job?

- I didn't touch him, that's the God's
honest truth.

- The truth is what people perceive it
to be.

- So what, I'm a liability, now?
You're just going to cut me loose?

- So we lost six pupils. Fine. I won't
be losing any sleep.

- OK. Good.

- But if a trickle becomes a flood...
different story.

- OK. In your groups discuss the role
of women in Hamlet.

Someone take notes and original
thoughts this time, please.

- It's like she wants a piece of my
life. Always so...

so....

- Mums are nosy. It comes with the
territory.

- The ring. Hand it over.

- But...
- Now, please.

A ring made out of...

What is that?

Paperclips?
- Careful, Miss. It's delicate.

- Ah, young love.

Am I going to have to buy a new hat?

SHE SINGS: Going to the chapel and
we're going to get married...

- It's not like that.

- Good job.

Talk about last of the big spenders,
eh?

- Actually, I like it.

- Good on you. There's nothing wrong
with being easily pleased.

Scout. Swap places with Imogen,
please.

You keep your mouth shut.

- Greenock to Edinburgh?

Isn't that like 100 miles?

- Clarkson reckons it's about 80.

- 77 to be precise.

- By lunchtime?

- Easy.
- Come on, boys. Don't let the pace
drop.

- Come on, slackers, what's this?!

- No flies on you, is there?

- I work out every day.

Cheers.

- Least I can do.

- Come on. We're never going to make
it at this rate.

- Lean out on the back swing, that's
it.

Shoulders relaxed.

Push through the quads, feel the burn.

- Come on, that's it... Time's up.

Come on, change round.

- Remember to stretch off or you'll be
too stiff to go again later.

- It's a bit late for Gus.

- Great row, Gus. That's how you do
it, everyone.

Perfect technique.

- It's been known.

- And don't forget your worksheets.

- I wasn't talking about you.

- I heard you.

- We were discussing her mum.

Like I'd waste my breath on you.

Give me the ring.

- You know the rules, Connor. No
jewellery in school.

- This isn't about the ring. This is
about Imogen.

- Oh, please.

- You're jealous. Jealous I've got
somebody in my life

compared to your sad, empty existence.

- Spare me the pop psychology.

- You can be as hard on me as you
like.

Water off a duck's back.

But I swear if you start on her, I'll
make your life a misery.

- You always were a petty little boy.

- Try me.

- Mrs Mulgrew, do you have a minute?
- Yes.

- Cough up. Put a smile on Tariq's
face...

- I'm saving all my money for the
baby.

- What about you?

- I haven't got any change.

- Dinner money will have to do then,
won't it?

- Hey, sorry if my mum embarrassed you
earlier on.

- It's cool. Did you get my ring back?

- Look, I'll make you another one.
- It's OK. You don't have to.

- Don't you want me to?

- Do you make all your mates
jewellery?

- Fair point.

- Catch you later.

- That's really hitting the spot.

Your husband's a lucky guy.

- I'm divorced actually.

- How come you still wear a wedding
ring?

- To keep away chancers like you.

Some serious knots here. You need a
proper session.

- How about tonight?

- Nice try.

- Do you miss home?

- Some things. My friends, family.

I worry about their safety.

The Congo is volatile politically.

- How come your English is so good?

- I like to learn. Education creates
opportunity.

- You sound like Mr Byrne.

- But it's true. You take so much for
granted here.

- Don't be shy. In you come.

- So what else do you speak?

- I speak French, Lingala, but French
is my first language.

- So you'd be able to do French
homework with your eyes closed.

- Why would I do that?

- No, I mean that you'd be able to do
it really easy.

- Ah, all these phrases you have. You
say things you don't mean.

- I'm sure we'd be to help each other
out.

- OK, books open. Start the exercise
on the board please.

- I'm telling you, Sally can't get
enough of me.

- She's a tease, bruv. Spot it a mile
off.

- Yeah? I'll tell her you said that
over our drink tonight.

- She said, "Take a break, get a
drink."

You're confused.

- You got a date?
- Trust me.

She's going to take me back to her
boudoir and have her wicked way.

- Oh, yeah? Did they take the word
gullible out the dictionary and all?

- Ten quid says I smash it.

- All right then. You're on.

- No, I understand that. Look, I can
assure you, Mr Patterson,

there really is no need to remove Lucy
from school.

Hello?

- You OK?
- No. Not really.

- So deal with this. Speak to your
dad.

Get him to set the record straight.

- No.

- So how many more pupils will have to
go before you DO do something?

- You know something, I really should
never have come back here.

Too many ghosts.

- Where is it?

- Where's what?

- You know exactly what.

- No idea.

- Please, Connor.

I need a...

I've got a full morning's classes and
I can't leave.

- Not my problem, sorry.

- Do you think you're clever?

Well, you're not. You're nothing.

And your little wide-eyed wonder's
probably laughing at you

behind your back.

Here. Take it.

You really want to be more careful.

CHILDREN LAUGH GLASS SMASHES

- Ye wee rascals! See if I get my
hands on you...

It's the polis they're needing... Or a
firm hand.

- Certainly boisterous.

- Boisterous? See if I was 20 year
younger...

Something I can help you with?

- My name's Sian Diamond, Mr Byrne.

- So let me guess. You're from the
lottery, I've won the jackpot?

- Er...

I'm a friend of Michael's.

- I didn't think he even knew where I
lived.

- He doesn't know I'm here.

- That figures.

- It is important.

- No doubt.

I suppose you'd better come in then.

- Come on! Don't let the pace drop...

only 25 miles left to go.

Go on!

Where are you going? Come back.

We need you!

- Another one bites the dust. Come on!
- Josh.

- It'll be your parents next.

- I'm going nowhere.

- The headmaster of the neighbouring
school

is accusing Michael of hitting him.

- HE COUGHS

- Excuse me.

And did he?
- No!

Findlay has a vendetta against Michael

because he can do his job properly.

The parents believe that Michael poses
a threat to the students.

They found out about him getting
arrested for assaulting you

when he was younger.

- He might've killed me.

- I think if they knew the reason why,
they wouldn't be...

quite so judgemental.

- There's no point dredging up the
past.

- There's a serious chance that
Michael could lose his job.

- He's always done his own thing. Why
stop now?

You must think I'm a monster.

- Will you help?

- Mikey doesn't know you're here?

- No.

- I'll talk to Gerard.

His uncle and I used to work down the
docks.

Gerard's all right, he's just a bit
highly strung.

I know where he has his lunch.

- FIRE ALARM BEEPS

- Right, that's us. We've got to go.
- Don't stop.

- No, we can't, it's procedure.

- But it's probably just a false
alarm.

- You obviously don't know this place,
do you?

- Keep moving to the assembly point,
please.

- Oi, fingers crossed we might get the
afternoon off.

Start the party early.
- What party?

- It's just a get-together to
celebrate my birthday.

- Sounds great.
- Count us in.

- No need to get excited. I'm sure
it's just a test.

Stay in your classes. Do not try my
patience!

- Disaster averted. Fire in the boiler
house.

I managed to put it out.
- Well done.

- I hope it's not too serious.

- Who cares? It's just a school.

- We need to make up for lost time.

- We've already lost three of the
team.

The parents have took them home.
- This is whack, Fam.

We're never going to complete the
course in time.

- That's the sponsor money gone.

- Look it was a nice idea, yeah?

But I don't need my own kayak anyway.

- Quitters never win. Winners never
quit.

We're going to do this.

- I can't do any more. I'm knackered.

- Oh, I have got just the thing. Back
in a minute.

- Whoops!

Overdoing the sherry a bit, eh?

You don't look well.

- Yeah, I think I must be coming down
with something...

- Come and have a sit down, I'll make
you a cup of tea...

- No, no I'm fine.
- No, come on, I insist.

- Hey, you lot. Get your lunch down
you. We're on a mission.

- You what?
- We're men down.

We won't get across the finish line
without a bit of moral support.

Give the boys a bit of a boost. Cheer
them home.

Should be enough costumes to fit you
all.

- Is this a joke?

- Come on, it'll be a laugh.
- You wear it then.

- All right.

- This I've got to see.

- Please, Mum, don't do this...

- Mum?

- No way. You serious?
- I had her young... Come on.

Everyone else is up for it.

- I'm not everyone else.

- Suit yourself.

- How many students is that?

- 13.
- So far.

- What, you don't think that's it?

- We'll be collecting our P45s before
you can say "mass exodus".

- If only we'd been able to prevent
the article

going up in the first place...

- Can I have your attention, folks?

Did any of you have your students
leaving class during fourth period?

- Are we to round up the usual
suspects?

- Just preliminary inquiries.

- None of mine.

- No.. I don't think so...

- You all right? You're shaking.

- Oh, yeah, I just I haven't been
sleeping much. I'm a mother.

I worry.
- What's he done now?

- We don't seem to be able to connect.

I keep asking myself, "What am I doing
wrong?"

- Firemen are in your office.

- We'll catch up later.

Have you called Lorraine?
- Did I? She nearly chewed me ear off!

- All right?

Hey. Hey!

Earth to Imogen.

- Sorry.

- You OK?
- Mum does my head in, that's all.

- Snap.

Fancy a swig?
- Where did you get that?

- Where do you think? Most women keep
make-up in their handbag,

but my mum's not most women.

- I thought I had problems.

- I feel like I can tell you anything.

Funny, innit?

What's wrong?

- Nothing. Nothing, I've... I've got
to go.

- Thanks for your time.
- No problem.

- Well?
- Fire was contained to the boiler
room.

We got lucky this time.
- How do you work that out?

- The gas pipe to the boiler was
corroded.

We're fortunate not to be pulling
students from the rubble.

- It was on the list to be replaced.
- It doesn't matter now,

the fire officer's condemned it.
- How much is that going to cost?

- A lot less than if the whole place
went up.
- Do we know what started it?

- Initially they thought one of the
kids was having a crafty cig.

But now it turns out there was an
accelerant used.

We definitely have an arsonist on our
hands.

- Great. Like things aren't bad enough
already.

- Five, six, seven, eight.

THEY CHANT: Two, four, six, eight

Who do we appreciate?

Go Josh!

Go Phoenix!

Go Tariq!

- Wow! Not bad...for a fat girl.

- Better than you, cupcake.

- Come on, boys, really push it,
you're nearly there.

Right, come on, let's cheer them on!

Five, six, seven, eight.

DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

LAUGHTER

Ten seconds left.

One last push. Come on!

- Five, four, three, two, one...

- ALL CHEER

The moment of truth...

- 32.3.

- 31.6.

- That's still not enough.

- Check that out!

- 18 dead!

- Just over 80.

We've smashed it!

- ALL CHEER

Looks like you'll get your kayaking
gear after all.

- You better not forget about us when
you're picking up the gold...

- Yeah, right...

Look, guys, thanks.

I really couldn't have done it without
you.

- Couldn't have done it without Sally
though, eh? Hip hip!

- Hooray.

- I swear my man still thinks he's in
Hogwarts.

- Sorry to break up the party.
- They've done it. Brilliant effort.

- How much have you all raised?
- Miss Donnegan...
- About a grand, I reckon.

- And the rest. The bucket's heaving.
- That's good.

Cos the money's going to go towards
the new boiler.
- What?

- Someone at the school started that
fire,

the whole place could have gone up.

So unless the guilty party owns up to
it, you'll all have to pay.

- That's not fair!

- So sue me. I am not your free ride.

I want that sponsorship money on Mr
Byrne's desk by the end of the week.

Carry on.

- Same again.

- Gerard.

- What you doing with her?

- Charming.

- Miss Diamond here tells me

you've got into a spot of bother with
Mikey.

- Well, you know what he's like.

- What did you do to your arm?

- Elbow. Sprained it. He's a...

- Aye. Thought so. Not a peep out you.

Game's up, Gerard.

The whole thing's a con.

- He still put you into a coma, didn't
he?

- That's between me and him so you do
me a favour - back off my son.

- It's out of my hands. The parents
are up in arms.

- Speak to them, not me.

- Can I get you one?

- You were always a prat.

- Take care of yourself, Billy.

- I tried.

- So that's it?

- Michael wouldn't want me to get
involved.

- You're both as stubborn as each
other, you know that, don't you?

- Some things aren't easy to forget.

- Maybe you just need to be the bigger
man.

- And if you guys want to use the gym
at the health club, let me know.

Get you in at a discount.

- Haven't you got somewhere to be?

- Not really. We're just hanging out.

- Well, thanks for everything. See you
around.

- Can't you take a hint?

- Imogen!

- You OK?

- It's all right. I know when I'm not
wanted.

- Don't take it personally. They're
all a bit cliquey anyway.

- I was talking about Imogen. She
thinks I show her up.

- It's not embarrassment, Sally. It's
jealousy.

- What?

- Look at you. You could be mistaken
for her sister.

- Leave it out.

- So how about that drink then?

- Look, Angus, you're a lovely lad
but...

well, thing is, it's Imogen's
birthday...

- Oh, are you going to this party as
well then?

- She's having a party?

Why didn't she tell me?

- At that age, isn't she? Like to do
their own thing.

You should really think about yourself
for a change.

- Text me your number.

- Where have you been?

- Mum needed me, sir.

- Take a seat.

- 50, 60...

- Rhiannon. D'you mind? We're trying
to watch a film.

- But Miss Donnegan wants it bagged by
tomorrow morning.

- Well, it'll have to wait until after
the bell.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah. Just watching the film.

- I thought you were only kidding
about drinking.

- Who cares, eh?

- Connor, will you stop messing about
and concentrate.

What's wrong with you?

- I think he might be coming down with
something.

- Headmaster's office. Now.

- Look at this before you make up your
mind.
- You again, Gerard.

- Yeah, I wanted to catch the parents
at home time.

Just to remind them they're welcome
back to Havelock if they so wish.

- I can assure you that I pose
absolutely no threat

to your children.
- So what's this? A fashion accessory?

- If you're so adamant that I attacked
you,

then why didn't you go to the police?
- What's the point?

You'll just wriggle off the hook like
you did the last time.

- All right, Mikey.

Gerard Findlay's a fraud. There's
nothing wrong with his arm...

- I have a slight sprain. The doctor
said I should wear this

as a precaution.
- The barman told me

he hit his head on a table trying to
swing for my son.

- Doesn't change the fact he nearly
killed you though, does it?

Once a thug, always a thug.

- My name's William Byrne.

I'm Michael's father.

It's true he put me in hospital, but
that was a long time ago.

I was in intensive care for three
days.

I deserved every punch and every kick.

I don't know about you, but I reckon
you reap what you sow.

An eye for an eye, that's what you
get.

It's what you get for being a wife
beater.

I never pressed charges cos I knew my
family

had suffered enough already.

- He's still got a violent streak as
wide as the M8.

- I'd quit while I was ahead if I were
you.

- I don't need his help.

- Who's the bigger man now?

- Imogen, Imogen!

Imogen!

Why aren't you wearing your hearing
aids?

- I don't need them. I like the
solitude.

I'm fine with being deaf.

- What do all your friends think about
it?

If you're so cool with it, why are you
hiding it from them?

- What is it with you and this place?
Can't you keep away?

- I only came back to offer you a
lift.
- No thanks.

- I thought I could help you get ready
for tonight.
- Why?

- You want to look nice, don't you? I
could at least do your hair

or something. Spend a bit of girly
time together.

- Will you stop crowding me?!

- Hi, it's me.

Do you still fancy that drink?

- Come in.

Christine, have a seat.

- Thank you.

- Well, it looks like Connor may have
been drinking.
- What?

- A bottle of vodka. In class.

- I should've er... I should've said
something before

but I took Audrey's advice...

- Audrey?

- We found another bottle of vodka in
my classroom.

Connor admitted it was his for some
party.

Audrey thought we should deal with it
ourselves, but...

- Well, obviously that hasn't worked.

- I've tried reasoning with him, but
he won't listen.

He's such a big lad, he....

- Does he hit you?

- No.

But he scares me.

Imagine that.

Scared of your own son.

- In you come.

Your mother's been telling me what's
happening.

How long have you been drinking?

- Is that what she told you?

- Well?

- I bought it for a party tonight.
- What party?

- Round at the school house. Imogen's
birthday.

I drew the short straw to go and get
it.

- Right, I'll need the address of the
off-licence.

- I don't remember. All offies look
the same to me.

- You're in detention for the rest of
the week.

And in the meantime, get yourself home
and sober up a little bit.

- And you can forget about the party.
You're grounded until further notice.

- Can I go now?

- I am so sorry.

I just really don't know what to do
with him, Michael.

- Cheers, boys. The door's open round
the side.

- Well, you changed your mind.

- Yeah, maybe I was a bit rash. My way
of an apology.

- What, to the students or to me?
- Take your pick.

- And there are six?

- Yeah, after-school kayaking club.

I reckon Tariq's going to need some
company.
- Yeah and I reckon

the kids money went a lot further than
we thought.

- I might have topped it up a bit.

- I don't get you. You won't pay for a
boiler, and then you splurge...

- Kayaks are fun! Now listen, I've
booked the table for dinner.

Sian, you coming?

- Erm...

I think I might give it a miss
tonight.

- See you later.

- Michael...

Don't you think you at least owe your
dad a thank you?

- I don't owe him anything.

- There you go, birthday girl.
- Thanks.

- Come on everybody. Dig in.

- Did you make them?

- Dry run for the wedding.

- Right, this is your lot. It's all
we've got in the freezer.

- Aw sorry. I didn't realise I'd asked
so many people.

Still no sign?

- You going to have a stag do, Mr B?

- At least you know where to find your
stripper.
- You better not.

- Fear not, the night before my
nuptials shall be a sedate affair.

- Going to save all your energy for
the big night, eh, sir?

- Somebody get me a sick bucket.

- I thought you weren't coming.

- Wouldn't have missed it for the
world.

- You've sobered up then?

- Yeah.

- Aww... They're obviously in love.

It's so sweet.

- Old people having sex. Should be a
law against it.

- Doesn't seem to bother Gus.

- Where is he, anyway?

- CLEARS THROAT

- What?

- She's always on at me.

I wasn't the one who walked out on us
for someone else.

- That didn't touch the sides.

- What do you think? Do you think
she's jealous?

- I dunno. I'd love a mum like you.

- All I want is for us to be friends.
Is that so much to ask? Is it?

I mean...

Do I seem like a bad person to you?

- I think you're lovely.

- Your round.

- You realise I'll be the laughing
stock.

- Anyone who laughs will have to deal
with me.

- You're so sweet...

- But?

I hear a "but" coming.

- No, it's just...

- What? What is it?

- Hit the lights.

I'm sorry it's not the full monty

but it's the best I could do in the
circumstances...

- Blow it out!

- Only if you promise not to sing
happy birthday.

- ALL CHEER

- Did you make a wish?
- Yeah.

- What was it?

- If I tell you, it won't come true.

- WOLF WHISTLE

Where's the birthday girl then?

- Get off!

- And who's this?

- My mum.

- I'll get a corkscrew.

You got a corkscrew?

- Over there.
- Thanks.

- She wanted to pop in.

- Ker-ching!

- The night ain't over yet.

- Hey, Mrs Stewart.

- Connor, isn't it?

- I don't mean to be rude but would
you mind leaving?

Imogen doesn't want you here.

- She won't even talk to me now?

My own daughter?

- What's your problem? She's not doing
any harm.

- It's Imogen's party.

- And she's with me. So back off.

- Thanks.

- Don't worry about it.

- You're so sweet...

- You don't deserve to be spoken to
like that.

- Now where's that drink...?

- I'll be back in a sec.

Can I use your room?

- My room? In my bed?

Get lost.

Upstairs, to the right, it's the one
right in front of you, OK?

- Where were we?

- Can't you see? Imogen doesn't want
her here.

- Imogen, is that true?

OK.

Grantly, you need to get the lady in
red to leave.

- Why me?

It's bad enough having to wait on them
hand, foot and finger.

- Can't you see the poor lass is
upset?

- Not that one.

Bingo.

- Your mum gate crashing your own
party? Well embarrassing.

- Imogen should have invited her.

The Bible says we must respect our
elders.

- Do you always do what your mum says?

- Of course.

That's what I make her believe anyway.

- So what's she like then?

- Strict. Funny. Always laughing.

Even when things aren't funny.

Especially when things are not funny.

- What do you mean?

- She makes good out of bad
situations.

I love her very much.

Did I mention strict?

- That bad?

- I've got something of yours.

- My French homework?

- What do I get in return?

- That's not very charitable.

- Charity is for those who deserve it.

- I haven't got any money.

- I don't want money.

- What do you want then?

- A cultural attache.

- What's one of those when they're at
home?

- Someone who can teach me about the
British culture.

TV, Music, Fashion.

- You want me to teach you about
fashion?

- On second thoughts, two out of the
three isn't bad.

- Eiffel Tower!

- You can relax now. The main thing is
she's gone.

- I suppose.

- So what were you going to tell me
earlier?

- Do you really like me?

I mean you're not just saying it...?

- You're amazing.

I feel like I can be myself around
you.

No lies. No secrets.

Look, if you're not interested, just
say...

- SHE MOUTHS:
- I'm deaf.

- Deaf?

- Does it matter?

- Slow down. It's not a race...

- You're just so fit, that's all.

You've got an amazing body.

- PHONE RINGS

- It's for you.

- Hello?

Mrs Mulgrew....

Has he now?

- Do you want another drink?

- You're fine where you are.

- You. Home now.

- Why, what's he done?

- Well, he's supposed to be grounded.

Are you trying to get me into trouble?

- See you tomorrow, then.

- Oi, Imogen. I thought your mum had
gone home.
- She has.

- Well, who's that old hag giving Gus
a biology lesson in Phoenix's room?

- Guess that's that tenner gone then.
- What?!

- Wait...

there's something digging into my
back.

- Oh, it's Phoenix's alarm clock.

- MUSICAL ALARM PLAYS

- You're such a slag!

- Ow!!
- How could you do this to me?

- That's enough, you two.
- What do you think you're doing? He's
a kid!

- He's 18. It was just a bit of fun...

- He had a bet on. Bet his mates he
could go all the way. Sex for money.

Do you know what that makes you?

- On your own?

Come in.

- HE COUGHS

- I've come to apologise.

I thought Michael would be a little
more gracious.

- Don't worry about it. I didn't get
my hopes up.

- HE COUGHS

- Can I get you a dram?
- No thank you, I'm driving.

- Never mind then.

- COUGHING:
- I don't get many visitors.

Certainly none as pretty as you.
- I'm sorry, I...

I really thought he'd change his mind.

- COUGHING:
- I hope Mikey realises... what a good
friend you are to him.

- Are you OK?

- HE COUGHS AND CHOKES

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I just want...
- What?

- To keep you safe.

Be there for you.
- Not this again.

I had meningitis as a kid. She totally
missed the signs.

- It was my fault.
- It happened. It's done, I'm fine.

It doesn't mean you have to keep
looking over my shoulder

every five minutes.
- All I want is to be part of your
life.

- No, you don't.

You want my life but you've had your
turn.

- If you two promise not to kill each
other, I'll be downstairs.

- So I'm consigned to the scrap heap,
am I?

I've given birth to you, served my
purpose? Game over.

Your dad's already traded me in for a
younger model.

- He left us four years ago, Mum. Four
years. What do I get?

Four years of you breathing down my
neck,

constantly looking over my shoulder.

It's like living with two shadows.

I can't take it any more.

- I only try to do what's best for
you.
- What?

Hiding my deafness like some dirty
little secret?

- But people treat you differently
when...

When you're disabled.

- That's nothing to do with it.

You're ashamed because you think it
was your fault.

You make me feel ashamed. I'm not
having it any more.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
- Let's just go.

- Here's to no more nasty surprises.
- I'll second that.

- A toast - to the victor, the spoils.

- I spoke too soon.

- That's OK, I invited him.

- Well, this is cosy.

- Mr Findlay.
- Sit down.

Have a glass of wine.
- I'll not be staying long.

- Look, this doesn't need to be a war.

Don't you think it's time we worked
together?

Joint drama productions, debating
competitions, sports, you name it.

- You're unbelievable.

- The offer's on the table.

- Yeah, I'll think about it.

- You are such a soft touch.
- Hmm, says she! How many canoes did
you buy?

- Fancy another?
- No, better not.

I think I'll head back to the office,

start laying out some ideas for
Findlay to look at.

- Now?
- Yeah. No time like the present.
- Do you ever switch off?
- Do you?

- What part of grounded don't you
understand?

- I'd be very careful if I were you.

Wouldn't want Mr Byrne finding out
your secret, would you?

- SHE LAUGHS As if he'd listen to a
word you say.

Turns out you did me a massive favour
today.

He thinks you're nothing but trouble.

Good going, son.

Cheers.

- Liberty.
- Hi, Gus.

- You here for the competition?

- You have crushed that girl's
self-esteem.

- You're trying to settle some old
score

because I didn't want you teaching at
my school. Well, I'm warning you!

Stay out of my face or I will make
your life a living hell.

AIR HORN BLARES

- Please.

Please stay.
- I'm not saying we can't do it again.

Just...

I've got to be somewhere.

- If he has touched so much as a hair
on her head...

- Please, let me go.

- You're to call the paper and tell
them you were wrong!

- Mum!

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