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- It's all too much.
- How's drinking going to help you?

Why don't you back off and leave my
mum alone?
- I beg your pardon.

- Funny how the prospect of death
clears your mind.
- Does it?

- With the right plan, we can get away
with anything.

- Again and right under our nose.

- Have you any idea of what you've
done?
- With any luck, I'll have got rid of
the vile witch.
- By lying.

- You do realise if it falls the other
way it could be you in trouble?

- It's all my fault.
- No, it's not, Connor,

we've got to get you away from her.

- We're not seeing each other any
more.

- I want out and I want you to help
me.

- Come along, you lot. Chop, chop.

You should have done this last night.

- I don't know why we should have to
rush just because

you and the Hoff are going on a dirty
weekend.

THEY LAUGH

- Er, it's called a honeymoon,
lavender-mouth.

- Otherwise known as bankruptcy.

- And you've known that we've got to
be out of here this morning

for days now, so if you end up
forgetting something

it's your own fault.

Right, listen up everybody, for those
of you that are going

back to Rochdale the bus leaves at the
playground after school sharp.

So don't be late or you be walking
home.

- I can't wait to catch up with Lee
over the hols.

- I'm not surprised, he's well fit.
- He's my brother, Jade,

that's just weird.

- I'm glad she's found some family,

she deserves a bit of happiness, that
one.

- Why not invite her to Barbados with
us?

Just put it on my tab.

- Oh, you're up early, love.
- Couldn't sleep.

- Last day of term, eh? Excited about
the holidays?

- Yeah, I am as a matter of fact. New
York City, here we come.

Don't act it, Mum, you know you booked
us flights last night.

- Well, OK, maybe I was just thinking
out loud.

- No, you went online and everything,
remember?

Never flown first class before.

- First class?

Look, Connor, maybe I had a wee bit
too much to drink last night, eh?

- You think? Had you going for a
minute.

- That's not funny.

- It was a bit.

- We're really going to do this,
aren't we?

Like, you're not going to back out,

no matter what guilt trip your mum
throws at you?

- I've never been more sure of
anything, Imogen.

- After today, she won't know where
you are anyway.

- With a little help from our friends.

- Yeah, that's the only thing that's
worrying me.

- It'll be fine, you'll see. They
won't let us down.

- What's the point in me doing my bit
if you haven't even done yours?

- I tried, man, Budgen's too fast.
- Or you're too blind.

- I'll get it this morning, yeah. I've
got a plan.

- Nice one.

- For Pete's sake, one of you give her
a hand, will you, please?

Where's Phoenix?
- Give it here.

- Where's me flaming key?

- I'm surprised you can find anything
in that mess. I'll lock up.

- Yo, yo, yo, I'm in. The Paracanoeing
World Championships.

I got a place on the team this coming
term.

- Let's see.

- "Dear Tariq, you is an epic athlete
and we need a lege like you

"on the team, so it's for this reason
we're begging you..."

nah I'm only messing, but it's not far
off though!

I can't believe it!

- Hello.
- Hey, babe.

Wait till you hear what you've
actually pulled,

you lucky, lucky, lady.

- Oh, what's this?

Wow!

- Assuming I check out.

- They should check out the parents

before they have kids in the first
place.

Cut the need for fostering down to a
bare minimum.

- Smart idea, Adolf(!)

- I did actually just say that, didn't
I? It's just it doesn't seem right,

so many of our lot getting farmed out
to strangers.

- All the more reason those strangers
know their stuff, then.

- It's a good thing you're doing,
mate,

I just wish you were registered
already.

- Should ease the pain.

- It's not enough.

- Give it a chance, Billy.

I'll leave you something to take
orally if you need to top up.

- I think that's a given.

- He can have one four-hour dose on
top of the infusion

which should help.

- Right, thanks.
- Should?

- It will, love.

I'll be back to check to check on him
this afternoon.

- Erm...how long, do you think, before
he deteriorates?

- Could be weeks, could be months.

- Yeah, but that could be weeks or
months of agony.

- He's a strong man, your dad.

Let's just take a day at a time for
now, eh?

- What is the point of keeping me in
purgatory?

- Dad, the nurse just said you could
have plenty of time.

- That's what I'm scared of. I can't
hack it, son.

- Maybe we could up the other meds?
- How?

So I'm sedated 80% of the time rather
than 60?

What for? It's no life, Michael.

- Just try and sleep, Dad, OK. Let the
painkiller do its work.

- I don't mind sleeping.

Waking up I can't stand.

- Well?

- Sweet.
- You're a star.

- Look, what are you going to do after
the holidays though?

- We'll think of something, at least
this buys us to time to plan.

- Phoenix, help me to the storeroom
with the bags.

- Just one more day pretending.

- Still thinking about your big trip
to New York, are we?

- Nah, sorry about that.

- So why are you still smirking then?

Don't tell me you've got some other
cruel joke to play on me

cos frankly I'm not in the mood.

- You're being paranoid, Mum. Have a
drink, calm your nerves.

- The half-year results as promised.

I e-mailed you last night.

- Yes, you did.

- And, as predicted, it's a bit of an
uphill struggle.

- As predicted by who exactly?

You and I specifically predicted
improvement

in all academic areas, which is why
I've given you free reign.

- Improvement year on year, not in a
matter of weeks.

- Look, the first term was always
going to be tricky,

it's a settling-in period, but what we
have managed to do

is identify that some difficult pupils

continue to hold the others back.

- Phoenix Taylor, I'm afraid, is an
obvious example.

- Right, so he goes. Simple.

Listen, I set up this school so we
could offer a chance to everyone

but if they blow that chance, why
should the other kids suffer?

- Which is exactly why I've applied
for funding to set up

a Pupil Referral Unit here at Waterloo
Road.

Put together a convincing argument for
the other schools in the area

and we already have 60% of the
funding,

we just need to come up with the rest.
- We?

- You.
- How did this become my
responsibility?

- Because you could change things if
you gave a damn, Lorraine.

I understand it's not a big deal for
you, a drop in the ocean,

a tax break, whatever, but just think
about what this could do

for a kid like Phoenix.
- That is bang out of order.

- KNOCK ON THE DOOR

Yes?

- Sorry, Mr Byrne, Maggie was hoping
for a word.

- It's about Tariq.
- We've finished here anyway.

- He's acting all Mr Cool about it,
but he's dead chuffed really.

We all are.
- So we should be. Thanks for letting
me know, Maggie,

that's terrific news.
- What's this?

- Tariq's make the UK training camps

for the paracanoeing championships.
- Yeah?

- Maggie was just suggesting we throw
a little party for him this afternoon.

- That's a nice idea, I'll call my guy
at the local paper,

get him to get a couple of pictures.
It's a good story, heart-warming.

- Six months ago, that boy lost use of
his legs.

A year before that he was on the verge
of exclusion.

Truanting, running about with a gang,
knifes, the lot.

Just as well we stuck by him, eh?

- Lorraine, I think you should know
that Michael's father is dying.

He wouldn't want me to make excuses...

- I don't buy into emotional
blackmail, Sian, but thanks anyway.

- Christine, this stupid feud has gone
on too far. Do you really intend

to drag me in front of a hearing with
this tenuous claptrap?

- Bullying is a serious charge, Audrey

- So is lying, Christine.

- They're both as stubborn as each
other.

- Well, that's the problem.

Something wrong?

- Wrong? It's the last day of term,
what could possibly be wrong?

- Have you never heard of tempting
fate?

- Ah, Chuckles, we've got a present
for you.

- It's for your honeymoon.

- Thank you. I'm sure I will look just
the part in Barbados.

- I thought you were talking about
Venice?

- Well, it appears my good lady wife
wasn't listening.

- Well, she could probably do with
cheering up, the face on you.

- I mean, why wander the cool and
ancient corridors

of some of the world's most renowned
art galleries,

when you can spend a fortnight caking
yourself in factor 50?

- Whoever said romance was dead?!

- Right, I had to memorise it before I
could write it down.

- Are you sure you got it right?
- Yeah, I said it over and over again.

- Sorry, it's just that if we don't
get our stuff in today

it's going to get locked for the
holidays.

- You just owe us 3.50 to get that key
cut.

- We owe you a lot more than that,
Scout, seriously.

- Remember, yeah, if you get busted,
don't grass us up.

- You kidding? I can't believe you've
done this for us.

- Always up for a laugh, me.

- We just want you to be together.

- Yeah, that as well.

- You are so going to get an A for
that screen, Connor.

- It's for Imogen really.

- It's going to look brilliant in our
bedroom.

- In our bedroom, you know..?

- HE LAUGHS

- Shut up, you big virgin.

- Right, main thing is, the screen's
hiding our stuff

so we don't have to move that till
last.

- "Was I never yet of your love
greve'd

"whilst never shall that my life doth
last..."

Well, come on, folks, what's the next
line?

You should know by now and I'm taking
note.

- What is this?
- It's a sonnet.

- I know that, idiot, but she never
said nothing about no test.

- All the better to keep you on your
toes, Rhiannon.

Make sure you've been listening.

Kevin, do you know which sonnet I'm
quoting?

Guys, you only had ten to learn.
Thomas Wyatt.

You're going to need to have this down
by the time exams roll around.

- Oh, but it's the end of term, Miss,

all the other classes are having
parties.

- All right, Rhiannon, if you can't
give it a rest

for the last day of term, you can take
yourself off to the cooler.

- You're so lucky, Imogen, that screen
is mint.

- You know what though, it's not just
for hiding our stuff in here.

It's for when we're living
together...you know,

getting undressed in the room.

Be shy at first, well, I know I will.

- He's thought of all that?

- We've talked about it. We talk about
everything.

Neither of us have ever felt like this
before.

So we're going to take it slow, not
ruin it.

- That's, like, so, mature and
romantic.

- Hey, have you got a condom?

- I'm not stupid.
- Yes, get in there.

- Remind me again why Scout chucked
you?

- The girl's in denial, isn't she?

- Besides, me and Imogen, we're the
whole package,

we might not even go there.

- Yeah and I'm off to Oxford Uni next
term.

- Still up for showing us around at
lunch?
- Have I let you down yet?

- Rhiannon, what have you done to
deserve the cooler?

- Mrs Mulgrew chucked me out.

Don't worry, I'll be out of all your
hairs by tomorrow.

- Oh, Phoenix.
- Scout, don't you think that were
cringey?

- No, I thought it were sweet.

- No disrespect to Connor, but being
arty isn't cool.

- Well, yeah, cos Imogen looked
gutted.

- All I'm saying is the guy needs to
man up.

- What, because he gave his girlfriend
a beautiful handmade gift?

- I gave you stuff when we were
together.

But I never ever made nothing in no
CDT class, I spent good money.

- You can't tolerate poor Rhiannon
Salt for one last day of term

and I thought I was supposed to be the
bully.

- Wow! That's really good of you, Mr
Byrne.

- You deserve it.
- Can I go spread the word?

- Yep.
- All right, Tariq? Well done.

- Cheers, see you later on.

- Michael, er...Sian told me about
your dad.

- Well, she shouldn't have, it's
private.

- Look, I'm not saying I'm up for
changing my mind

but I am up for having an adult and
rational discussion

about the pros and cons of this pupil
referral unit if you are.

Your office?

- SCHOOL BELL RINGS

- OK, settle down, please.

"Let me not to the marriage of true
minds admit impediments."

Imogen, next line, please.

- "Love is not love which it alters

"when alteration finds or bends with
the remover to remove.

"Oh, no!

"It is an ever fixed mark that looks
on tempests and is never shaken.

"It is the star to every wandering
bark.

"Whose worth unknown although heights
be taken.

"Love's not time's fool,

"though rosy lips and cheeks within
his bending sickle's compass come.

"Love alters not with his brief hours
and weeks,

"but bears it out even to the edge of
doom.

"If this be error and upon me proved

"I'd never writ, nor no man ever
loved."

- OK.

I can see what you're getting at, but
it's a whole other project

and we're just getting up and running
with the school.

- Look, I accept it may seem a little
bit soon

but we're about to lose a whole
generation of borderline cases

right across the region if someone
doesn't do something.

Havelock's in no position.
- And we are?

- The fact is Phoenix Taylor will not
be coming back next term

without a safety net.

- Maybe if you had given my vocational
programme the time of day,

he'd have a job to go to.
- A dead-ender which he gets spat out
of

sooner rather later because he'd get
frustrated

and he doesn't yet have the maturity
to reign it in.

He could be another Tariq.

- Maybe we could take a look at it in
a year

but right now, it doesn't make
business sense

to run before we can walk.
- In a year Phoenix Taylor

could well be in a detention centre
and what's supposed to happen to his
brother?

Does he get sent back down South to
family that doesn't exist?

- Hang on, you're making this
personal.
- It is personal.

Every single one of those statistics
is a person and once upon a time,

Lorraine, you used to know that.
- I'm sorry, but we can't save
everyone.

- Do you want to be the one to tell
Phoenix he's out?

- Yeah, if you like. Life's tough,
Michael.

Some of us have to make tough
decisions.

- So, using the log quotient rule
gives us...?

Anyone?

Kevin, if you'd like to give it a go?

- What?
- Well, this is a maths class. We're
trying to solve for X.

- Well, you'd have to get the quotient
rule right first.

- What?

SCHOOL BELL RINGS

- It should be four X plus three over
X minus one.

- Eh, you're right, so it should.
Deliberate mistake.

- Woo!
- Beep-beep, beep-beep.
- Make way for the sexiest man on
wheels!

- You're joking me. I should charge
you for this.

- I'm your girlfriend, it should be
for free.

I'm going to miss my free transport
when you're away winning medals.

- You'll be there, cheering me on.

- See you at lunch, Superstar.
- Look forward to it.

- Listen, Connor, you know this whole
New York joke of yours?

- Forget about it, I was winding you
up.

- Yeah, I know, but I've been
thinking,

maybe us getting away somewhere during
the holidays

isn't such a bad idea. I mean maybe
not New York

but York's only a couple of hours away
on a train

and the Minster is beautiful.

- I don't know, I was kind of wanting
to stay around here, see some mates.

- What mates?

You always keep yourself to yourself,

too much so in my opinion and, well,

now you've split up with Imogen...

Connor, I'm worried about you. I just
thought a trip away

would put a smile back on your face.

- See this? Seriously, don't waste
your money.

You'd probably end up getting too
drunk anyway

and I'd be stuck in some B&B watching
telly.

- Oh, come on, that's not fair, I just
want to spend some time with my son.

- Right, whatever, we'll talk about it
when we get home, OK?

- Promise?

- Promise.

- Hey.

So, that was a good call you made in
class earlier.

I really messed that equation up,
didn't I?

No wonder nobody could work it out.

So, listen, what I want to know is why
do you keep getting a C average?

Is there something going on at your
foster home or...?

- Like what?
- I don't...are you being given the
space to study?

- Sure.

- So what's going on then?

I know what you're capable of even
without trying.

- You don't understand, I've been to
four schools in three years.

I know the score.

- Yeah, yeah, I've been to eight in
all, no I tell a lie, nine.

Yeah, nine schools, five care homes,

and I've lost count of how many foster
families I stayed with

before I went to uni.
- You're kidding me?

- Listen, you of all people should
know it's no joke.

- Mrs Mulgrew wants to see you in her
class, Imogen,

and I hate to say it, but, from the
look on her face,

she's on the warpath.

- Is something wrong?

- Not at all.

In fact, I've just been going over
your work this term

and quite frankly, Imogen, you've
excelled yourself.

So I'm awarding you an English merit.

- Oh...thanks.

- You deserve it.

I thought perhaps we could announce it
at Tariq's party this afternoon?

- No, that's not necessary. It's
Tariq's big day.

- If you're sure.

I also wanted to say

I hope you won't be a stranger over
the holidays.

All that silly stuff in the past is
over and done with now.

You'd be more than welcome to come and
visit Connor

at our house any time.

- Well...you know...

it's just that...
- That's assuming you are still
friends.

- Yeah. Thanks, maybe.

SHE COUGHS

- Water.

- It's just from the fountain.

- Must have swallowed a fly.

You get on.

And, Imogen, I hope to see you soon.

Thanks.

- Check.

- Checkmate, sucker.

- Ah, what are you, a machine?

- No, just your average math geek.

- Ah, there's nothing average about
you, kiddo.

And don't pretend it doesn't feel good
to show it for once.

- With you maybe. But...
- But why go to university?

when you'll be just as happy stacking
shelves, eh?

That's the way it's going at this
rate.

Oh, well, at least you won't get
called a geek.

- Oh, you don't get it.

- Course I get it. Don't you think
I've been there?

Looking like this, by the way, be
grateful for small mercies.

You know, if I could live my life
again I'd wave my A plus average

in their smug little faces.

I'd have got into Oxford or Cambridge,

have a choice of all those top swanky
jobs.

- Well, I'm glad you're a teacher
here.

- Yeah, I am actually, finally.

- Sorry, you couldn't point Phoenix
Taylor out, could you?

It says here he's got study period.

- Er...

Er, Phoenix isn't actually allowed in
the study period any more.

He, erm, distracts the other children.

- Right, so where would I find him?
The cooler?

- Well, no, no, he hasn't exactly done
anything wrong as such.

It's just he finds it hard to
concentrate.

He usually spends the period playing
footy or doing something active,

you know, getting rid of his excess
energy.

- I thought this was supposed to be a
school not a playgroup.

- She's never been so nice to me. I
felt dead guilty.

- Ignore her, it's all an act. Where's
Scout?

- Ah, she says she's going to catch
up.

- No, I'm not saying that we've
changed direction

just that we might take a bit longer
to raise the balance.

Would you excuse me a sec? What is it?

MOUTHS:
- It's your dad.

- Can I call you back?

Yep.

Put him through.

PHONE RINGS

Dad?

OK, don't try to speak. I'm on my way.

- You can have Tariq's room.

He's not coming back now, so I don't
think he'll mind if you...you know.

- Do it in his bed.

- Ah, nice, Phoenix, real gent.

- Seriously though, thanks, both of
you.

- I can't find the keys.
- I saw you put them in your pocket.

- You must have dropped them.
- Well, it's just as well

we never wrote the address down.

And it's just as well I've still got
Maggie's original key.

- And I know the code off by heart
so...

- Seriously, mate, you've got to know
it,

cos if that alarm goes off...
- Move out the way.

- I'll just keep an eye out in case
any one's seen us.

- ALARM BEEPS

- Right, it's either five two or...

two five.

- ALARM BEEPS FASTER

- One minute.
- I told you, mate.

- BEEPING STOPS

- See, you should have more faith,
man.

- Where's Michael?

- Mr Byrne's gone to see his dad.
- Right, I'll use his office then.

Find Phoenix Taylor for me, will you?

I want to get this over with.

- What's that then?

- It's perfect. The screen can go
here.

- You OK?

- I think we've done it.

HE COUGHS VIOLENTLY

- It's the flaming...

- What were you doing getting out of
bed, Dad?

It's not time for another dose yet.

- It's time.

It's what I want.

It's what I need.

- I'll get the nurse, OK.
- I couldn't open it myself.

Just take the cap off, please.

- Dad, you don't know what you're
saying, you...you could...

- I'm only going to get worse. It's my
life, son, and it's no life.

- Are you sure?

- You know I am.

You should go now, son. You don't need
this.

- No, I'm not letting you do this on
your own.

I'm here, Dad.

I'm here.

- We've got pretty much everything we
need in the kitchen apart from food.

- They've left the duvets and we
needed some bedding.

- Well, we've got our sleeping bags if
we need.

Listen, what Phoenix was saying
earlier, you know he's all talk.

We don't have to do anything.

- No, I know that, I was just
thinking.

What would you think of me?

I mean, if I want to? Like, now?

I mean...

if we had protection, would you want
to?

- I wasn't assuming anything, it was
just in case.

- Me too.

- I'm sorry, Phoenix, but we can't
make exceptions.

The places here are just too sought
after.
- But I can do better.

- But you haven't.

And you knew the score, we made that
clear from the start.

- Whatever. Scotland's a dump anyway
with your stupid kilts and lochs

and your poxy tattie scones.

In fact, I can't wait to leave.

Does my brother know that we're not
coming back?
- Just you, not him.

- No way, he stays with me.
- Ollie's done all right.

Don't you want him to have the chance?
- I'm all he's got.

- Not any more, Phoenix. Waterloo Road
will look after him.

- But not me, right?

- It's what he wanted.

- You know I'm responsible for those
drugs.

- Do what you have to do.

It's OK.

- Hey, aren't you going to get some
lunch?

- Ain't hungry.

- You need to keep your muscles in top
shape for the team.

- Liberty?

You know I'd get down on one knee if I
could, right,

but let's just pretend, you get me?

Liberty, my darling babe,

will you marry me?

- SHE LAUGHS

- You're not being serious, are you?

Don't be stupid, Tariq, we're too
young.

- My mum was our age when she married
my dad.

- Yeah, but that's like archaic these
days.

- You dissing my culture?
- Ah, shut up.

- Then why not?
- Because I don't want to get married.

- To me?
- To anyone right now.

We're going out and we're having fun,
yeah?

We're very different people, Tariq.

- You can walk, I can't?

- Let me know when you've put your
brain back in.

- So wait, that's like a full-on no?

Yo, wait up, we need to talk about
this.

- SCHOOL BELL RINGS

All right, Mr Byrne?

- I've told him. Phoenix.

And I won't pretend I enjoyed it.

You all right?

- Thinking about something my dad
said.

About standing up for what's right.

- Yes, it's all well and good being
holier than thou

if you're not the one taking the
risks.

Anyway, he knows so it's over to you.

- This, um, celebration for Tariq
Siddiqui,

you said you were going to set up a
press photo-call?

- Yeah. Publicity's not a dirty word,
Michael.

- No, no, I just thought you might
want to say a few words,

about how proud we all are, etcetera.

Might help wash the bad taste out of
your mouth.

- Must feel great being you.

Oh, Tom, can I borrow you for a
minute?

I was hoping you could show me some of
Phoenix Taylor's coursework?

- Well, it doesn't do him any favours.

- Yeah, but just because he's not
academic

doesn't mean he can't go on and get a
job.

- Be my guest.

His literacy skills are pretty dire.

Er...that's something we've been
working on this term,

a diary, getting used to writing on a
daily basis

about something he's actually
interested in.

- "We went on a day trip to Loch"
spelt L-O-K,

and I can only assume that's supposed
to say Lomond.

"It was immense, like out of films

"you think you won't never see in true
life.

"Whatever I end up as when I leave
school

"I want to do it at Loch Lomond, maybe
a vet or farmer or a teacher.

"Ha ha. But that's for real where me
and Harl is going to live.

"And if we never came to Scotland with
Byrne and the rest

"I wouldn't have found it."

- So, I guess I was a bit full on with
the marriage thing.

- Just a bit.

- I'm sorry, it's just...

- God's sake, how many times?

- So, we're...we're still, like, going
out, yeah?

- Long as you stop the self-pity bit.

- Nice one cos I, like, told my family
about you

and they'll think I'm lying if you
don't Skype me or anything.

- You really do know how to make a
girl feel special.

- It's a compliment! Give us a kiss.

- Tariq.

- Catch you later.

- Can I have a word?

This little celebration we're having,

I wondered if you wanted to make a
little speech?

- Me, speech?
- Yeah, just, you know,

give a nod to the school for all the
opportunities it's given you.

There's going to be a local journalist
there, I think,

the press is always good for
fundraising.

- Right, I get it, big up the school.

Big you up and Miss Donnegan. Get more
spends for the coffers.

- No, just...just tell the truth.

I think your story might well inspire
others.

- Cool. Leave it with me, I'm on the
case.

- Wait a second, how come the alarm
didn't go off?

Did you set it right?

- Well, look at you two, all Hansel
and Gretel.

- Guess that makes you the evil witch.

- Touche.

But let's just say today I am the good
fairy

because I'm going to let you off with
a warning

as long as you pack your stuff up
right now and hand over the key.

- No.

- I don't think you understand.

You see, if I call the police,

you'll be arrested for breaking and
entering.

- Please, don't ruin this for us.

- Well, you can't stay here, Connor, I
mean, grow up.

You're coming home with me and if you
don't mind my saying, Imogen,

I withdraw my earlier invitation.

You are no longer welcome at our
house.

- Mrs Mulgrew, we...
- It's over, you stupid girl!

- CONNOR SCREAMS

- Connor, pack it in.

See, that's what I've got to put up
with.

I've done you a favour, dear. I told
you I was the good fairy.

- You're a monster is what.

All he wanted was a bit of peace away
from you.

To be loved by someone who doesn't
kick him in the process.

- Oh, bring out the violins.

- To have some time to himself for
once

instead of looking after you every
minute of the day.

And you're telling HIM to grow up?

- I am his mother.
- You're a roaring alcoholic

who's been screwing him up for as long
as he can remember.

Irony is, he protects you because
you've taught him to lie, cheat,

manipulate rather than show you up for
the nutjob you really are.

You need help, Mrs Mulgrew.

It kills Connor watching you drink
yourself to death.

He's trapped and he's desperate and he
needs away from you.

- The only thing that's wrong with my
son

is his filthy liar of a girlfriend.

- Like I said, you need help.

- That's harsh Phoenix. I'm sorry.

- Do you see me care?

- Right, cos you actually want to end
up in some skanky bedsit on benefits.

- Well, I guess I'll see you soon
there as well,

unless you're thinking of bringing
back some As.

- All right, shut up.

Oi! Sit.

Mrs Mulgrew has been delayed,

so in the absence of a trained
zookeeper, you're stuck with me.

EVERYONE GROANS

I can assure you the feeling is
mutual.

Open your exercise books, let's get
this over with.

# When I opened my eyes what did I
see?

# Falling from the skies in front of
me

# Not quite but close

# As though I'd seen a ghost

# Was it too much to feel the touch

# Of someone there you couldn't love

# Cos someone bad comes and goes

# So how are you? I'm doing well

# I'm fighting tears you couldn't
tell... #

Christine had better have a good
excuse for leaving me with that mob,

I see quite enough of Rhiannon Salt as
it is.

Thank you very much.
- Her behaviour is still far from
level.

I mean, the ups are hard to manage but
it's the downs I worry about.

- Well, at least she's keeping up with
the counselling.

- I'm going to have a word with her
case-worker,

make sure she keeps an eye on her over
the holidays.

- These are my mum's from home. She
hides them in the house

cos she's an alcoholic

and I'm sure she's got some stashed in
her classroom as well.

- If only I'd known.

- Probably here. Breathalyse her if
you don't believe me,

she's drunk right now. Like she is
every day.

- Connor! Connor!

What do you think?
- Well, I think we can safely assume

that he's had another fight with
Christine at any rate.

- You know it does make sense, though.

I mean, the erratic behaviour, the
mood swings.

- Accusing you of bullying?
- Well, it is ludicrous.

Aha! Look, here!

- Mine, for medicinal purposes only.

- Right, I'm going to get Michael
involved in this.

I wouldn't take anything Connor
Mulgrew says at face value,

he's been caught drinking twice this
term already.

We know he leads his mother a merry
dance.

- I think he's telling the truth. I've
been watching her since day one

and she seemed inebriated on several
occasions.

- I'm going to get Michael to have a
private word with Christine.

- If she ever materialises.

- Audrey! Audrey, you haven't seen
Connor, have you?

- As a matter of fact I have

and so have most of the rest of the
faculty.

- What?

- I think you know.

I'm sorry to say it, Christine,

but suddenly I'm starting to rather
look forward to our hearing.

- OK, OK, I accept, I accept your
apology of last week, please,

let's just forget the whole thing.

- Fine. But this isn't about me any
more. It's about your son.

A 16-year-old child who looked
terribly upset.

- Well, leave it with me, I'll have a
word with Christine.

- Good, there is something going on
there.

- All we can do is keep an eye on the
situation.

- I don't trust her, Michael.
- Six months ago,

Tariq lost the use of his legs, a year
before that,

he was at the point of being excluded.

- You're distracted, we can talk about
this later.

- No way.

- Way.
- This is Michael Byrne, our wonderful
head teacher.

- Hello.
- If it wasn't for Mr Byrne, Tariq
wouldn't be here today.

- I'll come and visit you, bro, it's
all right. I promise.

- He stuck by him, refused to give up.
- I think Lorraine's being modest.

- Mr Byrne, if Phoenix isn't coming
back then, I ain't either.

- Oh...could you excuse us a moment?

- As you can see, it's been a great
turnout for Tariq.

- Now might be a good time.
- OK.

- We'll find some time to talk about
this, OK.

We'll find some time for you too.
- Oh, whatever.

- TARIQ CLEARS HIS THROAT

- Listen up. I've got something I'd
like to say.

Er, for the past two years, Waterloo
Road's been like a home to me.

More than a home, a family.

And like with every family, you have a
head of the family, erm...

the dad is one Michael Byrne.

- THEY ALL CHEER

- And the mum, Miss Donnegan. Come on,
give it up

- THEY ALL CHEER

- Like with all families, you take the
good with the bad,

warts and all, but you never give up

and you're always there for one
another.
- Yeah, right.

- Now some of us do have families, and
some of us don't,

but we all have this place, right? And
if it wasn't for my family,

this Waterloo Road home family thing
right here, I'd probably be dead.

Straight up. Lying on a slab with a
needle in my arm.

Homies by my side, sad for like a
second

until they find the next Muppet to get
lairy with.

But me now? I'm going to be an
athlete.

- SOME CHEER

- Professional maybe. But I'm going to
do my family proud.

And this place for sticking by me
through thick and thin,

and boy, was I thick!

But you know what? It rocks to be
smart.

So I'm going to hand you over to Miss
Donnegan.

- We'll sort something out, Phoenix.
- So she can big me up a bit more.

So show her some love.

- THEY ALL CHEER

- Thanks, Tariq.

Education isn't a gift,

it's a right and that's what Waterloo
Road is all about.

Facilitating that right for anyone who
needs it.

Who wants it. And it's always a
privilege to witness

a child realising that they do want
it.

Mr Byrne's right when he says that

any pupil who doesn't make it through
sixth form, we have failed.

And I think we all know around here
that I don't like to fail

which is why, only today, we finalised
plans

for an onsite pupil referral unit,
right here at Waterloo Road.

So that those who can't achieve at the
same level

as the general school population, but
are still crying out

for an education get that chance.

- APPLAUSE

SCHOOL BELL RINGS

- OK, everyone, you know the drill.
Playground.

Walking, no running.

- Connor!

Connor, you need to get out, come on.

- Look what she's done. She's ruined
everything.

- Connor, move, move!

IMOGEN SCREAMS

- Imogen! Imogen!

I just went to burn my project then
she came in and fell.

- Come on, Connor, we can't stay here,
come on.

Connor, Connor!

You leave this to me, Connor, you say
nothing, do you hear me?

Let me do all the talking.

- Call an ambulance.

- She...she...she is breathing,
Michael.

It was my fault. I...I...I needed a
cigarette.

- Imogen, can you hear me? Imogen?

- I'll never forgive myself. If Connor
hadn't have pulled her out, I...

It was, it was all my fault, Michael.
It was all my fault.

- Poor Christine, she must feel
terrible.

- I wouldn't want to have to live with
that on my conscience.

- Left a message on Imogen's mother's
voicemail.

- Right, look, I'll go and see the
kids off.

Leave you to deal with things here,
all right?
- OK, thanks.

For everything.

- You need seeing to yourself.

- I'll look after Connor.

- No, he needs to be checked out, he's
inhaled a lot of smoke.

- I need someone to stay here and talk
to the fire brigade.

Explain exactly what happened, right?

- I'll go with him to the hospital.

- Come on, you lot, she's in good
hands, there's nowt you can do.

- I can't believe it. They were so
happy.

- So you reckon you can stick it in
Scotland for another term?

- As long as you don't hassle me with
any of those square sausages, yeah.

Thanks, Miss Donnegan.

- Just don't let me or yourself down,
all right?

- Are you getting a few tips for the
honeymoon?

- I hope you're joking.

- I'll come and see you when you're
all fixed up in Nottingham, yeah?

- You better or else I'm coming for
you.

- Did you find Scout?

- Yeah, she'll be here in a minute.
She's pretty upset about Imogen.

- I'm glad you two have sorted things
out. At last.

You have yourself a good holiday, you
deserve it.

And look after yourself.

Please.

- Hey! Erm, I'm going now.

- Well, have a good one.
- Yeah, you too.

Erm, I just wanted to say, you know...

..you know you're applying to foster?
- Yeah.

- And I'm...like, in foster care.

Erm, only I've been in loads of
temporary homes.

That's only because they're trying to
find me a place in a home,

not because I'm any hassle.

Erm, but it's not big deal if you
didn't want to.

But I mean if you did look into
fostering me,

erm...well, I'd be cool with it, you
know,

if it was with you.

- Only if you show me your chess
moves.

- Deal.

- Michael Byrne.
- Yes?

- Detective Inspector Harding.

- Oh, Mrs Mulgrew is speaking to the
fire department right now.

- The fire was an accident

and we'd like to deal with it
in-house, if possible.

- We're not here about a fire. We're
here to speak to Mr Byrne.

About your father.
- I'm so sorry.

- Yes, right, erm, perhaps we can talk
about this somewhere more private?

- Do you want me to come with you?

- I think you both better.

Well, he got halfway there on his own.

He's quite determined.

I opened the bottle for him.

- And sat there while he overdosed?

- He wanted peace.

- Michael, don't say another word.
- Why not? I'm not denying it.

He begged me to help him, I'd do it
again if I had to.

It was his life.

His choice.

- How can you say that?
- Sian! I'm going to call my
solicitor.

- Your colleague has a point.

Michael Byrne, I'm arresting you on
suspicion of culpable homicide.

You do not have to say anything, but
it may harm your defence

if you do not mention something you
later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be used in
evidence.

Do you understand that you've been
arrested?
- Hmm.

- Let's get you down to the station
then.

- She's still in intensive care for
the moment

but the damage was largely external,
on her face and neck.

- That mask thing?

- That gives her skin the best chance
of healing.

- She's going to be scarred though?

- It's a mercy you got to her when you
did, Connor.

What you said, in the staffroom,

about your mother being an alcoholic,

do you think she might have been
drinking when the fire started?

- Yeah, and now look what she's done.

- Nevertheless, it was an accident.

Your mother's going to be suffering as
well, you know.

Guilt's a terrible thing.

- Look, Sian, I get that you've got a
problem with what he's done

but with Michael himself? The man's
not a murderer.

- I've been in that situation,
Lorraine.

And if I'd done that to my mother

I'd have lost the last year of her
life.

Believe me, there were times when she
wanted out

but they were the bad days, there were
good days too.

- Well, seems like Billy only had the
bad ones.

Sian, it sounds like it's what he
wanted.
- Says Michael.

- What, you don't believe him? You
think he's lying?

- No, but he didn't have the right.
- No, not legally but personally

I believe that I should have the right
to die when I choose.

- When you choose.
- Yeah.
- But not when your son or daughter
does.

That's why the law's there, to stop
mistakes happening.

- This wasn't a mistake.
- How do you know that?

Michael just killed his father
whatever you say.

- No, no, no, no, Michael helped his
father kill himself.

- It's the same thing.
- Look we're clearly not going to see
eye to eye

so why don't we just agree, right or
wrong, Michael's a decent bloke.

And this school needs him.

- This is the first birthday I can
actually remember

for about 14 years.

THEY APPLAUD

That's me, does anyone else want to
share?

- Um...

- It's OK, you're among friends.

- My name is Christine...

..and I'm an alcoholic.

And I really need help.

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