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"I love thee with the breath, smiles,
tears

"of all my life."

- (And I mean every word.)

- You two made up, then?
- Yeah, thanks, Mr Chalk.

- Glad I could help.

- You've been busy, sorting out
everyone's kids.

- What would I know, eh? Not being a
parent myself.

- I'm dying.
- I buried you a long time ago, Dad.

- Here I am. Are you surprised
or...what?

- Mum! Mum.
- Leave me alone!

SHE CRIES IN DISTRESS

- Mum, Mum, it's Connor. Mum...

- SMOKE ALARM

HE COUGHS

- What are you lot up to?
- Suffocating!

- SMOKE ALARM CONTINUES

It's me. Why are you doing this?

I don't have that sort of money,
Trevor, you know I don't!

- Everything all right, Miss?
- Yeah, yeah, couldn't be better.

You just go and get your breakfast.

SMOKE ALARM STILL GOING

- Who burnt the toast?

- What's going on, love?
- Nowt. I've just got a lot on my
mind, that's all.

- We're starving.
- Well, I can't do everything, can I?!

- Why didn't you come and get me? I
could've sorted this.

- The wedding arrangements have been
getting on top of us,

which is why... I've been thinking...

I want to call the wedding off!

SMOKE ALARM STOPS

- What? Why?

- Well, it's all just getting a bit
too much, isn't it? Hmm?

All the organising and the planning...
It's driving us all mad.

- You're not wrong.
- SHUT IT!

What are you saying exactly?

- Just keep it simple, you know,
small..

None of this fuss and expense.

- I thought that's what you wanted.
- Not really.

- I see.

(So you don't want to marry me any
more?)

- Course I do...

SHE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

Just not now. Some other time. In the
holidays. Eh?

Yeah? Just keep it simple, like.

- Why didn't you say so in the first
place, you daft apeth?

I've made arrangements...
- Erm... So is the wedding off, then?

- Postponed.
- Which means you lot can get to
school! Sharpish.

- But what about breakf...?
- Out!

- Something's going on.

- What are you doing?
- Checking the call history.

Maggie were on the phone to someone
earlier.

- Why are you even bothered?

- Cos she's in trouble, I just know
it.

- Hey, you all right, Sian, you dirty
stop-out? It's me again.

Madi, d'you remember Home Alone kid?

Just call me, yeah?

- OMG! Saw Mr "X" today...

Mr X!

SHE MAKES KISSING NOISES

- Oi, that's mine! Give it to me!
- Sure. We don't want them...

- What d'you think you're doing?! Keep
your grubby hands off my stuff!

Just leave it. Get lost! It's private!

- Out the way, ripped hunk of a man
coming through.
- What? Where?

- Got to look fly for my girl,
Liberty, now we're an item and that.

- What? You, fly?

- Joshua, don't be like that. Just cos
you're not my type.

- Oh, I'm not your type? Ah, I am
gutted (!)

Is it the fact I'm a man

or the fact I'm a mentalist that
you've got a problem with?

- Bit of both, to be honest?
- Not any more, been signed off by my
shrink.

- Serious? You're cured?
- No, mate.

I've got schizophrenia. It's not
something you get over.

But I don't have to see her every week
so I'm as free as a bird.

First day of the rest of my life and I
can't wait. My dad'll be made up.

- Still not doing it for me though.

- About time! Got a new fella, then?

- What makes you think I've got a new
fella?

- Well, you've been out all night, you
didn't answer my calls...

Same clothes... Must be a guy.

- Well if you must know, Miss Marple,

I went for a drink with Lorraine and
then I decided to stay over.

Is that all right with you, Mumsy?

Good.

What's all this?

- Oh, it's the rest of my stuff. Guess
you're stuck with me now.

- Right...
- That is OK, isn't it?

- It's just... You didn't let me know
these were coming.

You can't assume you can land this
kind of thing on me.
- But I didn't know...

- Right, OK. Look, we haven't got time
to talk about it now

but we will later, OK?

- Definitely Glasgow, as long as I can
get him to agree.

- Well...

..why don't you aim... a little
higher?

- Oxbridge?
- Mmm.
- It's a bit far, isn't it?

- What's this? Auditions for The X
Factor?

- University applications.
- I thought the kids decided.

- They do, but we try to steer them in
the right direction.

- Like cattle, you mean.
- Obviously not.
- Good!

Which is why today's work experience
initiative will be a great
opportunity.

Introduce them to my world. Though I
won't be leading it. My head man's
stepping in to work his magic.

- Shame they won't get to hear it
directly from you (!)
- They don't need to.

Good business is all about delegation.

- At least it'll give some of them an
idea of the options open to them.

- Like earning money instead of
getting into serious debt.
- There's more to higher education
than debt.

- Cold baked beans and binge-drinking
spring to mind.

- Hey, Zakie, it's me.

Say thanks to Mum for the stuff will
ya?

Nice touch sending them up in a couple
of crummy boxes. Brilliant.

What did I do, me?

Call me, yeah?

- Cheer up, might never happen.

Mind you, back in my day I always had
a face like a smacked arse too.

Not saying you've got a face like a
smacked arse!

shall I just shut up?

It's just that school and me

were never really a good match, if you
know what I mean.

Gives me the shivers... Feel like I'm
12 again.

- I'm surprised you can remember that
far back.
- Oi! It's only, what...

Yeah, fair enough.
- So what are you doing here, then?

- I'm here to do some training for
work experience at Lorraine's...

Miss Donnegan's call-centre.

- Wicked. Well that's us Year 13s.
Lucky for us.

- We'll see.

- I would show you in but I've got
to...get these inside.

- Go on, I'll give you a hand.
- Nice one.

This one's a bit heavy. Can you
manage?
- Yeah.

- Don't get me wrong, I'm all for Uni.
I just love winding Michael up.

- Don't we all?

- Sian, talk some sense, will you?
Lorraine's plugging life experience
over higher education.

- I couldn't agree more. I'm all for
getting out into the big bad world.

- But you've been in education all
your life.
- Yeah, I know, and look where it's
got me!

From school to Uni and back again.

Maybe I should've sucked the marrow
out of life a bit more, that's all.

- What's brought all this on?

- Or rather "who".

- Er...am I missing something?

- Never you mind. You just concentrate
on Josh and Oxbridge.

- Josh isn't Oxbridge material.

- I don't know. I think I'm just
missing Janeece and Cheryl.
- Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

Do something to take your mind off
them.

- Well, I was thinking of maybe,
erm... fostering.

- Excellent idea.

- What, you don't think I'd make a
pig's ear of it?

- Daniel...

as Tariq's so fond of saying, you need
to grow a pair.

- Hey! How are the impending nuptials
coming along?

- They're not, if you must know.
Margaret's called it off.

We're just having a quiet do during
the holidays.
- Why did she change her mind?

- I think it's better not to try to
fathom the depths of the female
psyche, don't you?

- Cos that's so much easier than the
male psyche trying to figure out what
it did wrong.

- I did nothing wrong.
- Apart from, as far as I can see,
moan and groan and grumble and chunter

about cost, about organisation, about
Maggie.

She probably thinks you don't want
her.
- Nothing could be further from the
truth.

- Well, Professor Einstein, maybe you
need to prove that.

- I'll do it today.

- Today?
- Yeah. You're right.

The sooner can I sweep Margaret off
her feet,

the sooner we can settle into a state
of blissful married stagnation.

Don't tell her. (Best keep it as a
surprise.)

- I have decided to apply for Uni.
Then I'll be out of your way, too.

- Good.

Excellent.

I mean, I think that is a really
positive step.

Spread your wings, get your
independence.

- Meaning you want me out of your
hair, right?
- No.

Meaning I think it'll open up a whole
new world of opportunities for you.

I went to Uni and it was the making of
me. Why don't we talk about this
later?

- All right.
- Good.

- Inside, young lady.

- What's going on?
- I couldn't wait to see you again.
- Seriously. What are you doing here?

- Opening young minds to the world of
work.

- Why didn't you just tell me?
- I wanted to surprise you.

How about lunch?
- I would love to. Yeah.

- Good, leave it with me.

- Not here.
- Just try stopping me.

- Oh, now, now, you two, leave it out.
Work to do, Mr Keats.

- Exploiting child labour. Can't wait.
- Get in before I sack you.

Well? Come on then, how's it going?

- Yeah, it's early days but...

I think he's good for me. Thank you
for introducing us.

- Hey, no problem. As long as you
don't take his mind off the important
stuff, like work.

Right, here we go.

Morning!

OK. So this is what the future looks
like, is it?

Where is your get-up-and-go?
- Got up and gone!

- There is a whole wide world out
there waiting to be conquered, so
who's going to do it?

Carpe diem.
- It's probably easier to seize the
day as a multi-millionaire though.

- So true.

- How old are you lot? 17, yeah?

OK, so by your age I'd already set up
my own business,

which I started in the school
playground at 14.

A bit like that one out there.

Selling mobile phone charms. No
university for me.

I saw a gap in the market,

and I worked my way up from phone
accessories to a fully fledged
telecommunications business.

Part of that is the call-centre some
of you will be working in this
afternoon.

- So what are we selling then?
- Nothing.

You are going to help people give.

Ray...

- Stress Less Giving is a gift-giving
service.

People phone in and you help them
decide what gifts to buy.

- Really? Can't wait (!)

- Good. Ray is my right-hand man.
- Ow!

- Don't be fooled by the clowning
around.

What Ray doesn't know about selling's
not worth knowing.

- When do we start?
- More like when do we finish?

- Hmm. Josh, can I have a word?

- ALL: Oooh!
- Naughty, naughty.

- OK, so this morning we'll workshop
some useful techniques

and this afternoon we go live for some
hands-on experience.

- Wouldn't mind a bit of hands-on
experience with him.

- Come on, Mads, he's here to teach.
Plus he's old enough to be your dad.

- So? I like older men.

- Trust me, you're way out your depth
in this one.

- Maybe...

Maybe not.

- Look, I believe in calling a spade a
spade,

so tell me, is your problem the
workshop, business or me?

- Just got a lot on my mind.
- Like what?

- Josh is having a bit of a wobble
about Uni, that's all.
- I can speak for myself, thanks, Dad.

I have got a tongue in my head, you
know.
- OK...

Let's hear it.

- All right, well... I just want to
sort my future.

I've got loads to think about, which
is cool, but I'm just not sure

that spending the day in some poxy
call-centre is going to help that.

- This is all a bit late in the day,
Josh.
- No, it isn't. Not for me.

Maybe that's just because I'm a bit
slow, you know... I'm not exactly
Oxbridge material, am I?

Yeah, I've got ears as well.

I heard what you said, Dad.

- Maybe I'll...leave you two to it.

- So, what, am I not good enough, is
that it?
- I can't believe you'd even say that.

You know I've only ever got your best
interests at heart.

- Yeah, right.

- I thought you didn't want to go to
university anyway. What? Suddenly it's
Oxbridge.

- No, that's not the point, is it? The
point is stop trying to make decisions
for me.

You're breathing down my neck all the
time, I can't stand it!

- You all right, Tom?

- Yeah. He's just confused.

- Well, maybe it isn't all about him.
- Meaning what?

- This has got absolutely nothing to
do with you not wanting him to leave
home?

- I don't know what you mean.

The thought of him not being at home,
it's like...losing a limb.

- Lots of fathers get used to it.

- I don't think we do.

Fathers or mothers.

I think they must just fake it.

Did you want me for something?

- No.

Actually, if I need to go out later,
will you cover for me?
- Yeah.

- # What's happening in my life? #

Think he's trouble?
- No, I don't think so.

He's got spirit, but I like that.
Someone who questions things.

Test him, yeah? See what he's made of.
- Deal.

MOBILE RINGS

# Yeah, I been waiting for you

# So my fate to show

# You got to show me

# If I wasn't in any pain

# And my plans were full

# Whoa, whoa. #

- No offence, bruv, but I ain't
selling something I don't believe in,
right?
- Good for you.

- So whatever bling you're trying to
fob people off with, best be quality,
yeah?
- It is.

Whatever people want to buy, we point
them in the right direction.

- So where does the money come from?
- Oh, come on, it's not rocket science
lad!

Basically, they have a database

listing stock from hundreds and
hundreds of companies...

- Enough to direct people to the most
competitively priced.

- ..so that even when a commission is
added for them to cream off the top,

it's still cheaper than buying on the
high street.

- I hope you're going to be this
confident on the phones...

IF selected.

SCHOOL BELL RINGS

Where you all going?
- Playground. It's break.

- Not in the real world, Lord Sugar.

- What's the matter, Tariq? No
stamina?

- This is slave labour.

- Besides, we're about to do some
role-play.
- That's more like it.

- KNOCK AT THE DOOR

- Mm-hm?
- It's about Maggie...

- Ms Croft to you.

- Just...we think there's a reason she
cancelled the wedding.

- Oh... Well done, Einstein.
- We're trying to do you a favour
here.

- Is that right? By telling me it's my
fault, presumably.

- No! By telling you there's someone
else.

Some bloke, Trevor. Look, we've got
his number.

She were on the phone to him this
morning

and then she changed her mind about
the wedding.

- Maybe she's going to dump you at the
altar.
- Get out.

- Come on, Sir! She's been wedding-mad
all week

and then all of a sudden she changes
her tune.

- Get out now.

- But it doesn't make sense. And who's
this Trevor when he's at home?

- Get out!

Give.

Hello, my name is Budgen, Grantly
Budgen. I, er...

..believe that you've been in contact
with my fiance...

..Margaret Croft.

Right, I'll see you then.

- I want to buy something for... my
boyfriend.

- What's he like? Is he into his
wheels...

or what's his poison, you know what I
mean?

Then again, what do you get a man who
has everything?

- No, no, you can't flirt.
- You're telling me he can't!

- Let me try.

- No, we don't want the phones to
melt, now, do we?

ALL:
- Ooh!

- Shut up!

- OK, fella, your turn.

You know what? I'll take this one. I
could do with the practice myself.

Right, OK. I need to buy a really nice
present for my mum

because I love her to bits.

- OK, and what kind of gift are you
looking for?
- I don't know.

She likes anything. Everything.

What do you think? What would you buy
your mum?

- M-me... Er...

- OK, Josh here just lost us a sale.
- What? No, I haven't.

- Yes, you have. The one waiting in
line

while this mug's still making his mind
up.

Don't waste time.

OK, who's next? You two, come on down.

- Everything OK, love?

- Tickety boo. Just tickety boo.

SHE CHUCKLES

Best get on.

- About the wedding...

Is there anything that you want to
tell me?

I mean, sooner rather than later.

- Well, I snore a little bit, but you
already know that, don't you?

- Nothing else?

- No, why?

- No matter.

I love you, Margaret Croft.

- SHE SOBS

- So, who's ready for action?

Good. And who'd rather stay here?

- Depends. What's going on with the
dough?

Cos I ain't no slave, you know.

- Don't worry, if you make a sale, you
get commission.

- Right, count me in.
- Right, so those who are staying, get
back to class.

And the rest of you, behave and have
fun.

I'll see you when you get back!

See you in a few hours. All right,
good luck!

Shame you're not going.

I have TWO university degrees, you
know.

- Really?

- Yeah. Honorary ones.

If you get rich and make a name for
yourself,

they hand them out like leaflets.

Why don't you go?

- Everyone seems to think they know
what's best for me.

My dad, teachers, doctors, blah, blah,
blah,...

- You know what? I've always done what
I think's right for me.

Trust me, Josh, sometimes you've just
got to follow your gut.

- OK.

OK, I'll do it.

- Sir...

- What?
- I don't get this Othello stuff, I
really don't.

I mean, is Iago supposed to be his
friend or not?

- Triangles, Rhiannon, it's all about
triangles.

- That's maths, isn't it?

- Love triangles. "The green-eyed
monster."

See, Othello trusts his beloved

unless there is "ocular proof" to the
contrary.

- Oh, you've lost me now.

- Right. Just carry on reading. I will
be back presently.

- Where d'you think he's off to, then?

- There's only one way to find out.

- So are you attached, then?

HE CHUCKLES

- Depends on who's asking?

- Tariq.

- Oh, well, in that case...

- Whoa? Please!

- THEY CHUCKLE

- I'm not gay or married...

Could be attached. Does that about
cover it?

- I suppose...

Hey, Zakie boy. Yeah, I'm OK.

So what is Mum playing at?

You what?

So what, she packed all my stuff off
so she could move him in?

But she's only known him a few
months...

- Hey, how's it going?

- Yeah, good. She's a bit of a
handful, though.

- Just one of the many demanding
teenagers

we have to look after here.

- Right, look here, I don't know who
you are or what this is about,

but do I have a rival for Margaret's
affections?

Is it pistols at dawn? Is that it?

Are you her secret beau?

- Not exactly.

I'm her husband.

- No, no, I'm fine... What do I care,
anyway?

I've got to go.

I've got to go. Bye.

- Hey...

What's up? Are you OK?

- No.

Life sucks.

- Oh, that old chestnut.

You know, the trick is to pretend that
it doesn't.

That's what I do. And I reckon you're
like me.

So, c'mon, where's that smile, eh?

Whatever it is, from what I've seen,

you're a tough cookie, you'll come
bouncing back.

- Really?

D'you think so?
- I know so.

- Thanks.

- Hey! Hang on!

Let's not get carried away, uh?
- What?

But I thought you liked me...

Your loss, mate!

- SHE SIGHS

We've been married for 15 years.

- I see.

Do you still love her?
- Love her? Course not.

It was just a bit of fun that
backfired.

We haven't seen each other in years.
- Then, why are you here?

- Because I can give her something
that no other man can.

My signature... on the divorce papers.

She was never bothered about getting
divorced before. She is now.

For some reason.

- So sign.

- Ah...

Now, see, that's going to cost you.

- Ooh... Blackmail.

- No, no, no. Payback.

She made a fool out of me.

- Go on, then. How much do you want,
leech?

- £3,000.

- I haven't got that kind of money.
- So I've been told.

Shame.

Nice time of year for a wedding.

- Wait...

IF I pay, will you sign, go for good?

- Yeah.

COUGHING

- Give me an hour.
- Right.

Come on, guys.

- You OK, Mads? You were dead quiet on
the bus.

- Mum's moved her boyfriend Gary in.
No going home now.

- Why? Don't you get on with him?
Don't let 'em get to you, Mads.

You're cool at Miss Diamond's anyway,
aren't you?

- So, here we are...

- What's the big deal? It's just a
room with a bunch of headsets.

- Appearance isn't everything...

I think it's got a good vibe, anyway,

I like the feel of the place.

- Good. Because this is the land of
opportunity.

- What do you think's going to happen
to Maggie if she's already married?

And she ends up marrying Budgen?

- Prison.

- So, what are we going to do?

- YOU'RE going to have to follow
Budgen.

- But what about if he sees me?
- You'll think of something.

- Remember, at the end of the phone,
there's someone who needs your help.

What are we selling?
- All kinds of tat, by the look of it.

- No, come on, think. We're selling
generosity.

Heart, soul and passion.

Let's see if we can get some calls
nailed before lunch. Who's first?

TELEPHONE RINGS

- Hi! Welcome to Stress Less Giving.

My name is Liberty, what can I do for
you today?

- Yo... What you needing, bro?

Perhaps I could interest you in a
couple of our options...

- OK. 25th? That's a silver
anniversary, right?

OK, so why don't we go with a silver
theme for the bouquet?

And a nice trendy hand tie to keep
things modern? Excellent.

OK?

- You've called off the manhunt, then?

- Just playing hard to get.
- Let me know how that goes.

Yes. Um... Could I get your address,
please?

So that's 120 Edgeware Road...

- GLASS SHATTERS

THEY CHEER

For goodness sake, Maggie, be careful,
will you?

- Hey. Some of us are working our
fingers to the bone here.

- Yeah, and some of us can't think
straight with you crashing about...

- Do you mind if I join you?

- Course not.

- What's going on with you?

Someone here says you got off with
Ray!

- Excuse me? Who the hell is saying
that?

- What you looking at me for? No, no,
not you, Sir.

- Someone here posted it online.
- Just be quiet, will you.

- It wasn't you, was it?
- As if.
- You are so out of your depth.

- Back off, yeah!
- I'm just saying it's a bit pervy.

What's HE want with a school girl?

- Is that true? Did he try it on with
you?

- Yeah, all right... Just a little
bit.

- That's well out of order.

- Cut the chat, you lot. Work to be
done.

Now, I've got to love you and leave
you.

Come on, this is the real world.
You'll manage without your boss

for an hour or so. Besides, I've got a
meeting to go to.

Don't let me down.

This is your big moment, Josh.

- He's a sleaze, Madi. I'm going to
tell my dad.

- No. Don't do that. He'll just make a
big deal out of it.

- Tell Miss Diamond, then.

She's mates with Donnegan. He'll get
what's coming to him.

- TELEPHONES KEEP RINGING

- Me and Con haven't seen each other
much recently.

So we've been texting about maybe
doing something at the weekend.

- Have you, now?

Good for you.

- Yeah, and I was thinking... Do you
want to join us?

- Me?

- We thought we might see a play or
something.

- Why would I want to go and see a
play?

- You ARE an English teacher.
- Well, I know that.

But why would YOU want to do that?

HE CHUCKLES

Table for Keats, please. Thank you.

- Thank you.

- I hope you don't mind. I booked us
in earlier.
- Yeah, this is great,

And I'm used to the school canteen,
so...

Thank you.

- There's no need, I've already
ordered your favourite.

- You remembered?
- And the wine. Chablis is on its way.

- Ooh, I really shouldn't, I'm
teaching later, so...

Well, maybe one won't hurt.

- Is this OK?

- It's great. Thank you.

- TELEPHONE BUZZES

- It's work, I should probably get
this.

Hi!

- Hey, Sian, it's me.

- 'Everything OK?'

- Sort of...

Look, I think I've really messed up.
Can you come and meet me?

- I'm...I'm kind of in the middle of
something right now.

Could we deal with it after school,

maybe when we're sorting out your
stuff?

- Don't mind me, I've got all day.

- Who's that?

Where are you?

- 'Um... The canteen.
- You call this a canteen?'

- Doesn't sound like you're in the
canteen.

Who are you with?
- Tom.

- Who's Tom?
- Listen, I should really go.

- All right, OK. Cool.

- 'OK. All right. Thanks, bye-bye.'

- Right.

- I could really get used to this.

Sometimes, I feel like I've just spent
my whole life in school.

- Aw, come on. You've lived. You've
been married.

- Yeah, to a PE teacher.

He hardly broadened my horizons.

- Why didn't you have kids?

- He had two already.

- You still in touch with them?
- Uh-huh.

What about you?

You've got a way about you.

You're vaguely presentable...

- HE CHUCKLES

Please, stop with the compliments.
- How come there's no Mrs Keats?

- Timing's never been right, I guess.

But you never know.

Getting tired of living on my own.

How do you find it?
- Me?

It's fine. I love it, actually, having
my own space.

I guess that's why I haven't had you
round yet.

- Really?

I'd settle for meeting you after work
in full view of everyone.

- Deal.

- Look. I'm...

I'm sorry about earlier.

Passing on coming out with you, guys.
It was good of you to ask.

- It's fine.

- You just caught me by surprise
and...

Well, me and Connor...

..Well, me in particular,

have had one or two difficulties
recently.

It's awkward for me.

Look, never mind.

- No, no, it's OK, I understand.

- Do you? Understand?

What is it?

- Connor told me.

- About?

- About your...

drink problem.

- I'm sorry? What drink problem? I was
talking about being a single mum.

What on earth are you talking about?
- But...
- Is that what he said? Connor?

- Yeah.
- He's talking nonsense! Complete
nonsense!

I've never heard anything so
ridiculous in my life.

He probably said I went and scratched
his face too, didn't he?

- No, he didn't, actually.

Why? Did you?
- Of course not! What do you take me
for?!

- I'm not sure.

- Oi.

What do you know?

- That's fine, my pleasure. OK,
bye-bye.

- You're starting to annoy me, bro.

- You OK, Madi?

- Not really.
- Just ignore him, he's an idiot.

He's been on at me all morning too.

- Yeah, but at least he didn't try and
stick his tongue down your throat.

- OK, team. How'd you get on?

Let's see who's on it this afternoon,
shall we?

Belief and conviction, Josh, yeah?

- Nice lunch by the smell of it.
- Perk of the job.

- What did you have? Mutton dressed as
lamb?

- Enough of your lip, thank you.
- It wasn't earlier by all accounts.

- What did you say?

- There you are this morning giving it
the big I Am...

You make a move on Madi, you leave us
to it, you go off boozing.

And then, you've been pressurising me
all day. So what are you?

Some sort of bully?
- Easy, Josh!
- That's enough, OK?

- Yeah, too right it is.

If this is a professional workplace,
you can shove it.

If we behaved like you at school, we'd
get excluded.

- You've just made a very serious
accusation. You want to take it back?

- No. Why would I?
- Because it's a load of rubbish,

that's why.
- Yeah, right.
- Ask him. He saw what happened.

Go on, ask him!
- He's right, Josh.

Madi jumped him. Not the other way
round.

- Apology accepted, kid.

- You know you're making the biggest
mistake of your life, don't you?

- It's only money.
- I didn't mean the money.

- I know what you meant.

Hey!
- Oi!
- Whoa!

Hey, come back here!

- Are you all right?
- No! Where's the envelope?

What did you let go of it for?
- I thought you'd taken it.
- No!

They've got my money. Quick, do
something. Call the police!

- No, they must be your pupils.
- They most certainly are not, my
pupils.

Waterloo Road does not house hoodies,
thank you very much!

- How can you be so sure?
- Cos I know every single one of them

like the hairs on the back of my hand.

It was the local scum followed me back
from the bank.

I'm going to ring 999...
- To say what?

- To say that those hoodlums have
taken every last penny I own.

- What will you say you were doing

back here with an envelope full of
cash?
- Well...

We will just have to explain.

- That's not going to sound good, is
it?

It's going to sound like...
- Blackmail.

And... What do I care if you get
arrested?

- What about Maggie, eh? Eh?

What if it becomes public knowledge
that she got married to you

while she was still married to me, eh?

That's not going to sound too good, is
it?

Look, you were losing that money,
anyway.

So... Let's just forget the whole
thing.

- What? Call it quits. OK.

- Yeah, but I'm going to need that
document back.

- HE LAUGHS

- Oh. Oh, I don't think so, no.

No, no, it ends here. Go.

- All right!

- HE MOANS

- One-nil, Grantly got you! Yes!

- Josh, listen...
- Leave it.

- Hey, welcome back, guys! So, how did
it go?

- Had its moments.
- It was a disaster.

- A disaster. Why? What happened?

- I just flipped out. But only because
he was pressurising me all day.

- I think I may have overdone it.

Which is a shame because you were, by
far, the best at it.

Relaxed, natural, generous...
- So, I was right, then?

- About what?

- I asked Ray to give you a tough
time. Because I thought

you showed promise.
- What? So he was playing me?

- Do you always jump to the wrong
conclusions?

- I think you've got a future. I
wanted Ray to test your mettle.

- OK, then. Sorry.

- Lorraine saw something in you. You
could go far.

If you just get rid of that chip on
your shoulder.

Where do you get that from anyway?

- Right, come on, you lot! Library
now!

Final chance to go over your
applications! Now, please, Josh.

- COUGHING

Who's there?
- It's me.

- The prodigal returns.

Twice in as many weeks.

I must be ill.

I didn't think you'd darken my door
again.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

I miss your mum too.

What? I shouldn't miss my wife?

- You made her life hell.
- You're only remembering the bad
times.

- I should go.
- Take it.

None of it was her fault, you know
that, don't you?

She wanted to take you away with her,
but I wouldn't let her.

She loved you.

We both did.

HE COUGHS

- Hello, my love.

- Grantly, but...

- It's all right. I know everything.

I met your husband.

- I wanted to tell you.

I just couldn't.

It was such a long time ago.

and I tried to pretend like it never
happened.

But then we started planning the
wedding

and I got back in touch with him and
asked him for a divorce.

But he wouldn't.
- I know, I paid him.

- But we don't have enough money...

- Fleur left me some. She'd have
approved.

Are you done for the day?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Well, let's get married.

- We can't. It's... Not officially,
anyway...

- Who cares about the paperwork. We
can do the nuptials.

and sort out the legal stuff later.

- THEY LAUGH

- I'll talk to your doctor, organise a
nurse to look after you.

- And will I see you?

I did wrong, son.
- I don't want to hear it.

- I'm saying sorry.

- And I'm saying it doesn't change a
thing.
- You were no saint.

Take it.

- Thank you very much.

And last but not least...

How did you get on in the big bad
world?

- Kind of mixed feelings about it,
really.
- See? That's cos you're not ready.

- Turns out maybe I was. I just didn't
realise it.

- Well, never mind.

Have you got your application and
personal statement done?

- I have.

But I'm not going, Dad.

- HE SIGHS

- All right.

Look, I've been thinking about it as
well.

Forget Glasgow.

What about Heriot-Watt?

Look, Edinburgh's not that far...
- No, no, no, I'm not going at all.

It's time for me to strike out on my
own.

- Come on, Josh. Don't do this.
- I've made my mind up.

- You're not well enough.
- Says who?

The psychiatrist says I am.

Lorraine says I am, the only person
saying otherwise is you.

- Because I'm your dad, because I know
you, because I know how you work.

- But maybe that's just the problem.

You on my case, over my shoulder, all
the time, worrying.

I went out today and I screwed up
totally.

But that is how I'm going to learn.
- What if you have a relapse?

- You can't always be there to catch
me.
- Why not?

- I'm 18 years old, Dad.

You're just going to have to let me
go.

- TELEPHONE RINGS

- I'm a little bit busy, right now,
Madi.
- 'Yeah. Been busy all day, haven't
you?'

- I am allowed to have a life outside
of the school, thank you.

- 'So I'm supposed to get all this
stuff home on the bus?'

- I'll give you some money and I'll
help you load it into a taxi, OK?

All right.

- You should probably have this.

SHE SIGHS

APPLAUSE

CHEERING

- Ladies and gentlemen,

raise your glasses high for Grantly
and Maggie.

- ALL: Grantly and Maggie!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

- Hi.

- Here comes trouble.

- I just wanted to say sorry for what
happened earlier.

What I did was...stupid.

- So we agree on something, then.
- Uh-huh.

Can we at least be friends?

- Yeah, whatever, I'm leaving in a
minute, anyway.

- Can you help me with my boxes before
you go?

- Really?
- No funny business, honest.

- I'm waiting for someone, sorry.

- OK, I'll do it by myself.

- OK, hang on, hang on.

- Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi' the sun.

And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve,

And fare thee weel, a while!

And I will come again, my luve,

Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

- OK, how do you want to do this? One
at a time?
- Uh-huh.

Careful, will you?
- Sorry.

- Look what you've done.

- What is all this stuff, anyway?

- Everything I own.

My life packed up.

My mum wanted rid of it.

And me.

- I'm sure that's not true.
- Oh, it is.

She's disowned me, practically.

- I'm sorry.
- That's why I acted up earlier.

I was just feeling like crap, I guess.

- I get that.

- I don't know.

I just feel like everyone hates me.

- They don't.

I don't.

- What the hell is going on?

- You're the teacher. You work it out.

- She asked me to help with her stuff,
I didn't know she would kiss me.

SHE kissed ME.

- Didn't look like you were putting up
much of a fight.

- Ray, this is my stepmum.

- You said you lived alone.

- Yeah, why would you say that? Are
you ashamed of me or something?

- You knew I was coming.

Did you know about me and him?

Get out of my sight.

- But what about this lot...?
- I don't care. Get out.

- She came on to me.

- And you were powerless to resist?

She's a schoolgirl and you're a grown
man,

you're supposed to know better. You
didn't even think about me.

- It was a mistake!
- A mistake.

I'm not some teenager that you can
sweet talk.

- Sian, look...
- This is over.

- Listen, Josh, I've got a proposition
for you.

I've got a call centre in
Manchester...

- No more gift-giving, please.
- No, this one sells computer apps,

should be right up your street. You
can start next week, if you like.

- Are you serious?
- I never joke about business.

- Today just gets better and better.

- You all right, Josh? You having a
good time, are you?

- Yeah, I'm fine. What's up, Madi?

- Everyone's there for you, aren't
they, Josh?

Your dad, the teachers... What about
me?
- Madi?

- WHAT DO YOU CARE?!

NO-ONE BOTHERS ABOUT ME, DO THEY?!

NO-ONE GIVES A DAMN ABOUT ME, DO
THEY?!

I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU ALL!

- SHE SCREAMS

GLASS SHATTERS

- Call me as quick as you can. It's
Madi.

- What, are you going to have another
go at me?

- I've got every right. I've just
spoken to your mother.

She told me that something went on
between you and her boyfriend.

Do you care to explain?

Madi, I should have known about that
before I let you live with me.

- So you could have said no?
- Yes, I would have, if I'd known you
had issues.

Who are you trying to get back at - me
or your mum?

Have you any idea how dysfunctional it
is to try and use sex to get your own
back on someone?

- It wasn't like that...
- Ray shouldn't have taken advantage
of you.

But you shouldn't have put yourself
out there.
- Why does everyone always blame it on
me?!

- I am not blaming you. I'm just
saying...

- You're exactly like my mum!

First, she goes ballistic, kicks me
out, moves him in.

HOW DO YOU THINK THAT MAKES ME FEEL?!

- I'M NOT YOUR MOTHER, MADI, AND I
DON'T WANT TO BE!

- I don't want to move out.
- You've got a bloody funny way of
showing it.

- SHE SOBS

- Why didn't you tell Ray about me?

- Because...I didn't want to scare him
off.

- Thanks.
- Is that what this is about?

- I just don't want to lose everyone.

- Madi...

I can't promise you anything, I can't.

But we can take it one step at a time,
if you want to.

- Psst!

- So you didn't abscond to the Costa
del Crime, then.

- We thought about it.
- Well, I'll count it, you know.

- No, I will.

- What are you going to do with it?

- Put it back in your account. It was
Fleur's money, wasn't it?

- And she wouldn't want it rotting in
an account.

So, if you don't mind, I will book us
a honeymoon with it.

- A honeymoon?
- Mmm. Always fancied Venice myself.

And I've taken the liberty of
discussing it with Michael,

and he says we can abandon ship during
the school hols.

Loath as I am to countenance physical
aggression and violence...

Nice one.

- THEY CHUCKLE

Madi OK?

- Time will tell, I guess.

Can you not set me up with any more
sleaze balls, please?

He let Madi make a move on him.

- Really? I'll have a word.

- Get rid. I did.

- Hang in there, yeah?

- Yeah, enjoy it.
- Come one, you.

- So...

Manchester, then?

- It'll be the dogs, Dad.

- Have that in writing, can I?

- Thanks for sticking with me, through
all the crap.

- Any time, son.

- I'll make you proud, Dad.

- You already have.

- This competition's about unlocking
the potential in every pupil.

- What's this, what's this?
- Miss, we all got A's.

- Keep THAT out of my business.

- Mum gets the results from the
doctors today.

- Alcoholics aren't known for doing
what the doctor says.

- I want to lodge a complaint.

- That won't be necessary, Christine.

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