All language subtitles for Waterloo.Road.S08E13.720p.iP.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-420D_track3_[eng]

- Where's my car?
- How should I know?

- Because you went in my bag.

You took your phone and my car keys.

- About me coming to live with you.

- Yeah.

- I don't want anyone to know.

- Connor! Where've you been?

- I could barely look at her, Mum.

- Connor,

you have to get through this.

- Look at that, eh?

- Chalky?

- I'm being a bit OTT, aren't I?

- A bit?

- Argh!

- Be careful.

- I've got it.

- I'm not being nosy or nothing but
going to tell me

what happened to your face?

- (It's disgusting.)

- MUSIC: "Great Expectations" by Helen
Boulding

# You wanted blankets

# You wanted safety belts

# I wanted wind in my hair... #

- Come on. Let's be having you.

- # Living for moments

# Drops of golden rain

# You were so scared of fresh air. #

Why can't I just skip school and do my
dance practice?

- Cos we've got to keep a low profile
till all this gets sorted.

I don't want Byrne getting twitchy.

- And what happens if they do pick me?

How am I going to do me homework? I'll
be in there dancing every night.

- Don't worry about that. Just jack in
school and start earning.

But listen, you've really got to turn
it on in that audition, yeah?

You've got to make them want you.

- Oh, don't worry. They'll want me.

- Listen, I'm going to nip in and
speak to Duncan.

I'll meet you at the school gate at
four and remember...

- So what's the answer, then?

Can I have an operation to get rid of
this or not?

- Well, in my opinion, we would only
resort to surgery

if the scar tissue was somehow
affecting the muscles here.

Reducing your range of movement.

- But not just because of the way it
looks?

- We can review this again in time,
Imogen.

But, for now, there's nothing more we
can do.

I'm sorry. I know it must be
disappointing...

- HIS VOICE GROWS MUFFLED AND
INDISTINCT

How are you?
- I can't be bothered, man.

- Man, I'm so hungry.
- You've got to eat.
- I have.

I've had breakfast for me, it's just
the baby that needs a BLT.

- Aww, that's so cute.

- Yeah, right. What's in the bag?

- Sports stuff for Kace. A BLT sounds
great. Oh, no.

Nil by mouth.
- What?

- She's going to hospital to get her
gut stapled cos she's a fat get.

- That's not funny. People get
anorexia listening to people like you.

- Dynasty? I'll take that for you.

- Aww, nice one. Just stick it in me
locker.
- OK.

- Hey, don't let Sonya catch you
reading that.

- It's Connor's birthday.

- And you're going to make him a cake?

- Well...maybe not.

- So what did you get him? Can't be
cheap buying for a teenager.

- Oh, a smartphone.
- Very nice.
- Spare the rod, spoil the child.

- TOM:
- How's Kevin the wonder boy getting
on?

- Marvellous, yeah. Champion.

Fantastic.

- Methinks he doth protest too much.

- No, no. He's a nice lad, Kevin.

When he's not up half the night
murdering zombies.

I couldn't get him out of bed this
morning.

Had to leave him wallowing in his own
juices.

- Lovely image. Thanks for that.

- Bringing up children's a lifetime of
toil.

- Oh, yeah, you'd know all about that,
eh, Grantly?

- At least you don't have to marshal a
dozen of them

first thing every morning.

- How many months has it been? It's
hardly a lifetime of toil, is it?

- Long enough to confirm what I
already suspected.

- Oh, here we go.

- That some people treat teenagers as
equals

when what they need is a firm hand.

- Yeah, well some kids have had a
lifetime of that

or being left to fend for themselves.
So firm hand, my foot.

Get the chance to put things right,
then...that's what you do.

- MUSIC: "It Might Just Be You" by
Helen Boulding

# Wondering down long lonely roads

# With my plan

# I've searched under every stone

# Hoping. #

Nice. What're you going to do with
your old one?

Donations are gratefully received, you
know.

- Kev's already got his name down for
it.
- Oh.

- Happy Birthday.

- Cheers, thanks.

- You coming out later?

- Don't think I'm invited.

- What?

That was a joke, right?

- What?
- Nil by mouth?

That's what they do before an
operation, ain't it?

- I can't. I promised my mum I
wouldn't say nothing.

- No worries.

- OK, OK, listen.

I'm not sick or nothing but I am
getting surgery.

- What kind of surgery do you get when
you're not sick?

- Think about it.

- No way! What? Where?

- Is somebody going to let me in on
this or not?

- I'm going to a 32DD.

What are you looking at?

- All right, Miss? We're your
able-bodied assistants.

- Ah, lovely.

- Nice car.

- Yeah, too nice for a delivery van.

- God, you must be proper minted.

- Well, I have worked for it.

There you go.

There's that. There's a box in here,
Barry, grab that.

Thank you.

MUSIC: "Brats" by Liars

You'll have no fingernails left, you.

- Uh, you haven't got a nail file,
have you?

- Yeah, in there somewhere.

- Her mum's asked us just to keep an
eye on her for now.

- Kid gloves it is.
- Thank you.

- What's that?

- Imogen Stewart.
- Right. Listen, I've put a
presentation

together for our open evening tonight.

- Mm-hm. We can talk about that.

Is that the programme for this
evening?
- Oh, yeah.

I don't get it. Parents checking out
schools.

Weren't like that in my day.

- They want the best for their kids,
Sonya.
- Yeah, not the PRU, then.

Makes them run a mile.
- Just get back to work, all right.

It's what I pay you for, not your
cakes.

- So who's paying for it?

- I've got a benefactor. Paying it
back though, once I'm working.

- How much?
- Three grand.

- You're not going to cover all that
stacking shelves.

- What does your mum think about it?

- She's cool with it.
- So what are you going to do when you
have kids?

You know, breastfeeding and that?
- Kids? You heard of condoms?

Oh, no, you haven't, have you?

- Sorry, everyone. Sorry I'm late.

- What are you two ladies doing there?
Come on, quickly.

Just get in there and scope it out.

- How am I going to know which ones
they are?

- They'll have a horse on them.

- So, alkanes, who can remember what
they are?

Barry.

- Kacey needs the toilet, Miss.

- Can Kacey not ask for herself?

- Sorry, I'm bursting.

- What is this? Prison? A girl has
needs, Miss.

- Off you go, Kacey. Thank you, Miss
Salt, please, sit down.

So...

- Now, I have been asked to remind you
that you are all representing

your school this evening and to,
please, be on your best behaviour.

And we have one person who has been
nominated special ambassador

from this class and that is Imogen.

- Doing what exactly?

- A tour guide for prospective
students.

- No way.

- I'll have a word with Mrs Diamond.

Right, now, can anyone tell me who
these women are?

- You and your mates, Miss.

- Ha-ha(!) When do you think the
photograph was taken?

- Victorian. They're all buttoned up.

- No fun bags!
- Language, please. Right, now - a
clue.

These women were involved in politics

during the first few years of the 20th
century.

And there were very few women in
politics in those days.

Why was that?
- Women didn't have rights.

- Good, OK. Another clue coming up.

Girls, women...couldn't vote.

- Like everyone under 18.

- We're talking about then, not now,
you spanner.

- Who can tell me who was involved in
this movement?

- Pankhurst.

- Again, please?

- Emmeline Pankhurst. She was a
suffragette.

- Oooohhhhhh!

LAUGHTER

MUFFLED MUSIC

SONYA SINGS TO HERSELF

Sorry.
- You all right?

- Yeah, yeah. I was just waiting for
Michael.

Actually, while I'm here...

I was going to make a birthday cake
for Connor.

- Right. Now what would he be?

Bit of a lemon drizzle?

- Maybe, yeah. But... Look, I'm
rubbish.

And it would be the first I've made
in, like, 100 years

so I was wondering if you could...

- Well, I'm supposed to be working.

- Yeah. I just don't want to
disappoint him, you know.

- Look, leave it with me and I'll see
what I can do. All right?

- Aww, thank you. You're a star.

- Listen, he's going to be ages in
there.

Do you want me to pass on a message?

- No, no. It doesn't matter. I'll...

I'll catch him later.

- Sorry, am I keeping you?

- No.

- Hi, Maggie? It's me, Sonya.

Here, can I come and see you for a
minute?

All right, bye.

- MUSIC: "Brats" by Liars

PHONE RINGS

RINGING STOPS

I don't see what the difference is.

- We are talking about no right to own
property...
- Big deal.

I don't know anyone that's got
anything now, do you?

- Plus, women weren't entitled to a
university education...

- Which would save them loads of debt
each year.

- Well, at least we CAN go.

- If you're stupid enough.

- No, you're stupid if you don't use
your brain.

- I'm just saying there's other ways
of getting on, you flea.

We've just got to make the best with
what we've got to offer.

- All right.
- Well, one thing's for sure,

they didn't get women's votes by
getting bigger boobs, did they?

It's not all about looks.
- Sure helps, though, doesn't it?

- All right, enough.
- She started it.

- Are you really going to get that
boob job?

Cos that's what I heard you tell
Rhiannon.

Oh, sorry, was that a secret?

Why would you do that?
- Cos I've got people who want me.

- You're such a sket!
- All right.

- Is that right? And what have you got
going for you, eh?

At least I can keep a man if I want
to.

- Imogen, sit down.

- I want to press charges.
- Wow, you're so blonde sometimes.

- We'll have no more of that
behaviour. You're old enough to know
better.

Now go to the cooler, please, calm
yourself down. Go on.

- Is it true what she said?

- What's this?

- I'd like to think it was just idle
gossip

but according to Imogen, Dynasty has
arranged to have a boob job.

- Wow.

- Can I ask why?

- Cos I can get work as a dancer.

- You're a bright girl, Dynasty. You
don't need to do this.

What does your mother think?

- She's cool with it.

- All right, go and wait outside,
please.

- DOOR CLOSES

- There's no law against it.

- Just because there's no law doesn't
mean it's ethical.

- Audrey's right.

Sonya, get Carol Barry on the phone
for me, please.

- < OK.

BELL RINGS

- That was quite an outburst, wasn't
it?

Not something I'd normally associate
with you.

Look, Imogen.

What happened at the hospital this
morning

doesn't excuse that behaviour.

You'll apologise to her for what you
did.

You'll have a week's detention and I
want you here tonight too.

- I said I'm not doing any tours.
Something else, OK?

I just don't want people looking at
me.

- OK. We'll find you something else.

Um... Dynasty mentioned something
about dance work.

You wouldn't happen to know anything
about that, would you?

- Not like a herd of elephants! Thank
you.

Kevin, where've you been? You missed
calculus.

- I don't need to come to your lessons
to hear you drone on and on.

I get enough of that at home.
- Oi. Less of your cheek, sunshine.

- Yeah, Mr Budgen's right.

You don't have to insult me, you're
just showing off.

- Yeah, who's showing off?
- Less of the back chat.

- And what?

- Right, that's it. You're grounded
for the rest of the week.

Yeah, go on. Say something. I'll make
it a month.

- Good man, Daniel.

- Please.

- They know.

- Right. And surprise, surprise, you
don't like it.

- Well, a breast enhancement to get a
dancing job,

presumably at some club or something.

- Yeah, and she's good, really good.
Have you seen her?

- Obviously not.

- Well, then you wouldn't know, would
you? She's really talented.

- She's talented at her studies.

- Yeah, right.
- Have you seen her work?

Well, then. Obviously you wouldn't
know about that, would you?

- She's no Einstein. I know that much
and so does she.

- Talk to her teachers.

- Do you know how much money she could
earn dancing?

That's what you should be encouraging
- a natural talent.

Not keeping her banging away,

doing something she's never going to
be any good at.

- Dynasty, you're not thinking of
dropping out, are you?

- Depends.
- Because you could go to university
if you want to.

- There you go again, putting ideas
into her head.

I'm offering my daughter independence.

- And I'm offering her qualifications
which will stand her in better stead

than a job in some club, dancing.

Mrs Barry, with respect, Dynasty is 17
years old.

It's really not appropriate for her to
be considering cosmetic surgery.

- I think you'll find it's your
involvement in my daughter's

private life that's not appropriate.

- Right.

Well, I want you at the open evening.
- She'll be there.

- You can replace Imogen as class
ambassador. OK?
- Great.

- Let's go.

- Your personal statements. Right,
take a closer look.

I've made some notes where some of you
might need to think again.

- Even me, Miss?

- Actually, most of them were pretty
good. With one exception.

- Well, there's a surprise(!)

- At least you spelled your name
right.

Right, about tonight, listen up. I
want all of those parents

and kids coming away knowing exactly
what the PRU's about.

- (Putting people down.)
- Excuse me?

- I said, "Putting people down." I've
done my best with that.

- Yeah, well perhaps if you talked
less and listened more... Yes, Barry?

- We need to, like, big it up, Miss.

Make it look classy like the red
Ferrari.

- It's nice, that car.

- Oh, you've spotted Miss Donegan's
car, have you?

That won't be parked there much
longer.

- Right. I'll just nab it then, shall
I?

Oh, I'll race it down the Clyde!

- Sorry, can I help?

- I just wanted to talk strategy for
tonight. Staffroom, five minutes?

- Yeah.
- Right.

- BELL RINGS

Right, thank you.

- Cow!

- Hey, whoa! Hey, what's going on?

- She thinks I'm useless and she says
it in front of everyone!

- Well, you're not. Are you?
Obviously.

Far from it!

Is this still going on?

- Same hostile attitude we've come to
know and love, yeah.

- Do you mind if I sit in this
afternoon, take a look for myself?

- No, I'd be delighted.

- Come here.

Come on.

When I get paid, you get paid. OK?

No-one saw nothing, right?
- No. Right time, right place.

- This one's way out of your league.

- Shut your mouth. It's none of your
business.

Unless you want to put this in the
kitchen bin for me?

Keep the heat off me.

- I'm not touching nothing. And keep
her out of it as well.

- She's clean.
- She's too young. My mum's not going
to like it.

- I already said - she's clean.

- Where you off?

- To see a man about a big, red dog.

- Trying to sneak out unseen?

- You want to come with me?
- Maybe.

- Hmm. Only maybe?

- Depends where you want to take me.
- Anywhere you want to go.

Should we do a runner?

- I don't think so.

- Hmm.

- This is the new me. I have
responsibilities.

Could do a coffee sometime, though.

MUSIC: "Part Of Me" by Katy Perry

# Days like this I want to drive away

# Pack my bags And watch your shadow
fade

# You chewed me up and spit me out

# Like I was poison in your mouth

# You took my light You drained me
down

# But that was then and this is now

# Now look at me

# This is the. #

You can hear that from out there, you
know.

I'm on study period anyway. You are
too, aren't you?

- Yeah, and I've spent most of it
looking for you.

McFall sent me to say sorry, so if she
asks, I've done it.

- Eh, by the way. I don't want another
fight or nothing but you should

sort out your own crap before you
start mouthing off about mine.

- I can't sort my own crap out, can I?

- I'm not talking about your scar. I'm
talking about Connor.

We all see you sitting there like it's
the end of the world.

- Is that what I think it is?
- I'm practising my routine.

- Right, for what?

- Everyone's going to know anyway.
I've got an audition after school.

- You're going to be a pole dancer?
Wow, classy(!)

- It's just not right, a girl that age
getting cosmetic surgery.

- I can't understand why she'd want
to.

- Well, she said it's something to do
with a dance job.

I don't get the logic in that.

- You might want to read this.

Whole lot of bluster going on about a
new Pole Stars club opening in town.

The locals aren't very happy.

Hi.

I...heard Imogen flipped out.

What happened?

- It was nothing to do with me, if
that's what you're worried about.

- You want to get back with her, don't
you?

How are you going to do that without
telling her the truth?

And what do you think she's going to
say?

No, you listen to me.

Once that information is out there
then we can't control it any longer.

They will lock you up.

- No.
- They will, they will lock you up,
Connor!

- Still trying to pluck up the
courage, are we?

You really are pathetic.

- All right.

- Hi. So what's going on with you two?

- What?
- You and Scarface?

- Don't call her that.

- So you do care about her.

The cold shoulder thing, it's a pretty
shabby act.

Pretty cruel one too.

Listen, mate...

you love her.

I can see that.

And I'm sure she's still into you.

Just sort it out.

- It's not that easy.

- Right, well, suit yourself.

I've got my own stuff to deal with.

- MUFFLED MUSIC

MUSIC: "Wind It Up" by Gwen Stefani

Thank you, guys. Fantastic. Who's
next?

Hello?

Can I help you?

- Audrey McFall. I'm a teacher at
Waterloo Road.

- You're not hoping to...
- Clearly not.
- Ah.

- But one of my students is and I'm
concerned about her.

- Because?
- She's 17.
- OK.

- So you won't mind her dropping out
of her A levels

to come and work here?

- Who am I to stop her?

Listen, I don't want to destroy
anyone's education

but, I'll tell you what, yeah? I'll
have a little chat with her, yeah,

make sure she knows what she's doing.
That do you?

- I'm afraid not.

- The thing is, you've already had a
problem with the local press,

I believe.

Now, I wonder how they'd take to you
poaching schoolgirls.

- Are you threatening me?

- Oh, absolutely.

- Come after my girls and I'll take
you to the cleaners.

Do I make myself clear?

- Break!

- That's all the calculus questions
for the course, everything in the
textbook.

Like I said, I don't need you or your
classes.

- MUSIC: "No 1 Against The Rush
(Matmos Remix)" by Liars

- Imogen.

I'm really sorry.
- I don't know what happened with us.

- It'll be OK.
- I know my face is...
- It's not your face.

- It can be fixed. I just have to
wait.
- I know.

- I'm the same person underneath and I
feel the same way.
- I know.

I know all this, but...there's
something really important

that I need to tell you that I should
have told you ages ago.
- What?

- That...

I want to be honest with you but I
can't.

- Next time I'm going to hire some
events people to do the lot.

- Great use of school money, that(!)

- Where's my car?

- The council must have towed it.

- Don't be stupid. My car's been
nicked.
- What?

- I left it in the car park this
morning, now it's gone.

Hang on. My key's missing. Someone's
been in my bag.

- Yeah, well, don't look at me.
- You were looking after it.

- Yeah, and it was here with me the
whole time.

- Well, presumably your car's insured?
- Yeah.
- Except...

- Except what?

- Well, Mrs Mulgrew asked me to make a
cake for Connor

so I went to see Maggie.

- And where did you leave the bag?
- By my desk.

- Oh, fantastic, Sonya(!) So who's
been in here?

- Dynasty, Barry and Imogen Stewart.
But I was here the whole time, they
couldn't have done it.

I'll call the police, get them to add
it to the list of teachers' cars.

- What cars?

- Miss Boston's car went missing a
couple of weeks ago.

- This has happened before?

- Yeah.

- OK, so we're coming up to exam time.

- We know. That's why we're getting
grilled.

- Yeah, if you don't put the work in
you won't get the grades.

- You. With me. Now.

- So, basically you can account for
every minute of the day, can you?

- What is this?
- It's very important, Jodie. Every
minute?

- Yeah, apart from when somebody were
having a go at me.

- Where were you when I saw you
running from the PRU?

- Just down town for a bit.

Why are the police...? Why are you
asking me these questions?

- Because someone's nicked my car.
Keys swiped from my bag.

- And you think I did it?
- Yeah.
- Why?

- Because you were ogling it this
morning

and you were in the frame for Miss
Boston's car.

- Excuse me, where do you think you're
going?

- I'm not hanging around for this.

- And I heard what you said to her
this morning.
- Said what?

- That you were going to nick it.
- That was a joke.

- Your words, Jodie.
- All right, let's just think about
it, yeah?

What would I do with a Ferrari, hide
it in my bedroom?

- All right, get to your class.
- This is pathetic.

- I've spent a fortune on this place
and that is the thanks I get.

- Lorraine, it's not personal.

- Look, we don't even know it's anyone
from the school.

- She went in my bag.

- Not Scout. She's never done anything
like that before.

- There's a first time for everything.

- Look. Presumably we can eliminate
anyone who can't drive.

- They can all drive. Skanky kids
learn when they're, like, five.

- Your car's fitted with a tracker,
right? So whoever's taken it

has got to have the equipment to jam
the signal.

- Or know how to demobilise it.

- MUSIC: "Blink In The Night" by
Grasscut

Have you been crying?

- No.
- Was it what I said about you being
pathetic?

- You finally talked to Connor, didn't
you?

- I know I'm the new girl but it seems
to me you're better off without him.

- We were great before this.

- So you were in school all morning,
Barry?

- Yep. Why?

- Sorry.

- What about break time and lunch
time?

- Erm... I was just kicking a ball
around with Kacey.

What's with the Ant and Dec routine?

- And she'll vouch for that, I
suppose, will she?

- Well, you'll have to ask her, won't
you?

Are you going to tell me what it's
about or have I got to guess?

- Off you go.

- So?

OK, so you want me to say sorry for
giving you a hard time.

OK, I'm sorry.

I totally didn't mean it, it
just...came out.

- OK.

- Eh, look. I've got an idea.

Make you forget about that for once.

You just need...a bit of colour.

Trust me.

- So when you going to hospital, then?

- First thing.

- Your mum's put in the money for it,
isn't she, for the operation?

- How'd you know?

- Kind of figures.

- I'll pay her it back though, once
I'm working.

- And then what? You're going to be a
pole dancer for ever?

What about university?

- Jacking all this in.
- Finishing school?

Can I say something? This sounds well
dodgy to me.

What mum would pay for her daughter to
get surgery

so she can shake them at a bunch of
pervs?

- All right. "Thanks, Dynasty, for
helping me out

"but now I'm just going to go and diss
your mother."

- No, I mean why jack this in to work
in some skanky club?

- Skanky? Who said it was skanky?

Look, this is a big opportunity and
I'm crap at school

so why shouldn't I?
- Your mum told you that too, did she?

- Look, if you've got nothing positive
to say, then just shut it.

- I'm just saying...
- Yeah, well, don't.

My mum just wants the best for me, OK?

- Beat it! What are you doing here?

- McFall's been down the club trying
to stop the audition.

- You don't want to go off on one
here.
- I'm going to kill her.

- Honestly, Byrne'll get involved.
Don't do this.

Anyway, listen, some good news.

Donegan's Ferrari.

- You sure no-one saw?

- Yeah. No worries, I'm clean.

Got the big man to pick it up direct.

- Good lad. Anyway, where's McFall's
classroom?

- I don't think...
- I know, you're right. I just want to
talk to her.

So just point your mother the right
way and leave me to it.

- So, the Great Depression.

Now, how many of you here know what
year...?

- I'd like a word. Now.

- Of course. Uh... Textbooks, please.
Erm, Chapter...five.

- I've had a call from my mate down
the club.
- Mrs Barry...

- He said you came in there making
threats.

- Oh, no, I was only thinking of her
future.

- Yeah? Well, her future is about
making money.

Not scraping through her exams.

- No, you're wrong. She's perfectly
capable of getting very...
- Look.

My daughter, my investment.

And that's three grand's worth of
silicone.

So you step on my toes again -

go on, I dare you, you tweedy little
God-botherer -

and you'll be meeting your maker
faster than you think.

- Honestly, not today of all days. Get
up.

- But... I didn't...
- Get up!

- Can I have a word?

- Yeah.

- Manhandling her is going to get you
a disciplinary.

- I'm sorry, but she is undermining me
every step of the way

ever since she nicked my car.
- You know there is nothing to say

she had anything to do with that, or
Lorraine's.

You're losing perspective.

- Do you know what? Michael got me in
to run the PRU my way

and if you don't like it, then go and
speak to him.

- Good idea. We'll say half an hour,
Michael's office.

- Fine.

- Dear, oh, dear. These essays.

On Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.

Ugly...for the most part.

Stitched together with stinky and
discarded pieces.

Terrifying.

Lacking all spark.

- Monstrous, sir.

- Mr Skelton, rubbish.

Mr Wise, far from it.

Miss Barry...

..an A star and nothing lifted from
Wikipedia.

Well done.

Unlike this magnificent example.

- BELL RINGS

- Wait!

Right, full time. See you lucky
campers again tomorrow.

Quietly!

- An A star, eh?

Like you said, you're obviously really
naff in school.

Only ever going to get work dancing
and only then

if you get your boobs done.

- Kevin. Kev! Where you off to?

- Nowhere, just going to hang out.

- No. Can you come with me, please?

- So you're still going to your
audition, then?
- Why wouldn't I?

- Because... OK, whatever you think,
I'm just going to say it anyway.

Your mum's said you're no good at
anything else, hasn't she,

and you believe her?
- She's not going to make it up, is
she?

- A star! Listen, you want to be a
dancer, right?

So why isn't she trying to get you
into dance school or something?

- £100 for working somewhere classy?
Come on.

- There's just something not right
about this.

- Like?
- I don't know. You're good at your
work.

You're fantastic looking.

- Here, you coming on to me?

- You idiot! You just don't need a
boob job or anything else.

And you're planning on chucking this
away for what?

You think you're going to end up
famous?

- Do you know what, clever clogs? You
don't know nothing

so keep your trap shut!

I told you to meet me at the gates.
- Sorry.

- Right, well, come on then.
- Your fans are waiting.

Going to wish me luck, then?

- Break a leg.

- MUSIC: "Gimme That (Remix)" by Chris
Brown

- So what do you reckon?

- I thought you said it was classy?
- All clubs look naff during the day.

Wait till midnight when it's full of
punters waving tenners at you, eh?

Pretty classy then.

- Hello, babes.

- Dynasty.

- Hello!

Mm! Yeah, come.

Still here?

Oh, just to say Mrs Diamond's put you
down for the car park so

you don't have to do any meeting or
greeting or tours or anything, OK?

Was there something else?

- I don't know what to do about
Dynasty. She won't listen to me.

- Well, she certainly won't listen to
me.

If you want my advice, Imogen,

you're best off steering clear of the
lot of them.

- Look, Tom's right. There's nothing
to link Jodie to any of the thefts

and it's a police matter now, so...

- What? You're just going to wash your
hands of it?

Even though it happened in THIS school
on YOUR watch.

- All right, what would you suggest I
do?

- Suspend her.
- From the nearest lamppost.

- So you want to kick her out whether
she's done anything or not?

- Listen, you have to come down hard
on troublemakers or you create more

trouble for them in the long run.
- She's right, just expel her.

- Look, this is about giving the kids
a fair chance.

- If I'd known about Nikki's car she'd
have gone way before now.

- This is a management issue. It's not
your role to intervene.

- It is when 150 grand of my money's
just walked out the door.

- Listen, all I'm saying is you have
to show these kids the courage

of your convictions, otherwise they
will continue to run amok.

It is as simple as that.

MUFFLED MUSIC

- Right, ready?

- I got an A star.
- What?

- I've never had an A star before.

- You won't get one again, either.

Listen, 10 minutes' time, love, and
this will be all behind you.

No more struggling to do stuff you're
not meant for.

- KNOCK ON DOOR

- We all fit, then? Well, obviously
YOU'RE fit.

So, who wants to make 300 a night
then, eh?

- 300? I thought you said it was 100?

- Yeah, well, it's all tips, so it
depends.

- But if it is 300, then you're taking
200 off me, right?

- We've got bills to pay.

- Are we up for this, then, or what?

- Right, come on, you.

Let's show them what you're worth.

- When you're ready.

- MUSIC: "Part Of Me" by Katy Perry

# Days like this I want to drive away

# Pack my bags And watch your shadow
fade. #

No, sorry. Can we stop?

- What's going on?

Look, if this is about the money, we
can talk about it.
- No, listen.

- You're seriously wrecking your
chances here.

- You never listen and you never will.
- What are you talking about?

- I'm talking about what you said when
I came out.

"Show him what you're worth."
- What?

- Is that it? Is that all I'm worth in
your eyes?

I got an A star today, Mum, and you
just put it in the bin.

- It'll get you nowhere.
- Look, can I just ask what's going on
here?

- And this will?

Am I really that rubbish that this is
all I'm good enough for?

Dancing in some poxy club?

- Oi!

- And even then I needed implants.

- Right, right, right, look, if you're
going to fight, take it outside.

- Dynasty, I'm just trying to help
you.

- Yeah, I know, but you're wrong.

It's just money, money, money with
you, isn't it?

Where's the next 300 quid coming from?

I know things are tough.
- Why don't you just give it another
go?

- No! You don't listen, do you?

I'm worth more than this, Mum.

- You all right finishing up on your
own?
- Yeah, sure.

- Listen, what you were saying
before...

What are you doing tonight, after
this?

- Well, Connor's getting together with
some mates.

- No, I meant you.

- Nothing, just going home.

- Fancy grabbing a bite somewhere?

- Sure.

- MUSIC: "London Girl" by The
Invisible

- What are you so smiley about?

- What? Aren't I allowed to be happy
on my son's birthday?

- Ooooh!
- Hey, hey!

Oh, don't go out, don't go out, don't
go out.

Make a wish.

- This is a treat, eh?

- Deserve it, do I?

So what's all this in aid of?

What do you want?

- Nothing.

- You're not softening me up for any
bad news?

- What?

- You're not going to say you want me
out?

I've been here before, remember?

- No, listen...

..I survived my upbringing by the skin
of my teeth.

I know what it feels like to be dumped
so, no, no way.

There is something I need to talk to
you about though.

If this is going to work, you and me,

you're going to have to show me a
little bit more respect.

You not eating that?

- That's the thing about respect,
isn't it?

How can you expect it if you don't
respect yourself?

Like, I'm sitting here looking at you
now and what do I see?

A fat man comfort eating.

I don't see any survivor.

I don't see anyone who could be a
foster parent.

I just see a damaged man who needs
more looking after than I do.

- I've just been reading your personal
statement.

"I get on with everybody except Army
tarts

"who go around with a pole up their
jacksies."

- She wound me up.
- Yeah, well, even so. It's not on, is
it?

I've been defending you all day.

- All right. Look, she's on my back
24/7.

- Well, she's written in here

that you're not doing what is being
asked of you.

- No, because...right...

- What?

- OK, when I'm in class and she says
stuff, I hear it

but then when I get back home I just
can't remember it.

- Well, ask her again.

- You are kidding, aren't you?
- Well, write it down, then.

- I try. I were fine doing GCSEs but
it's harder now.

My head's just, like, a jumble of
stuff.

- You've told Miss Boston this?
- Yeah, till I'm sick of saying it.

She's made her mind up now.

She hates my guts, so that's it.

- What are you doing here? What
happened?

- I told them that I thought I could
do better than pole dancing.

That I was worth more, thanks to you.

- I didn't do anything.

- No.

- Dynasty?

I just want to know you're not going
to do nothing stupid,

you know, like doing a runner or
anything?

- What you on about, doing a runner?
Where?
- I'll go.

- No, listen. If you're going to have
a go...

- No, look, I've been thinking and you
might be right.

You know I've never done education,
have I?

I just do what I do.

Well...maybe you know something I
don't.
- OK.

- Look, I did what I did for you.

All of it.

My way.

Just wasn't the right way.

- Is that like you saying sorry?

Cos that'd be a first.

- Scout? I've got something for you.

A Dictaphone.

- I don't get it.

- You just push this button here and
it'll record all your lessons.

So if you can't remember what's been
said, it's all here.

- Thanks, sir.

- All right.

- Is it straight?

- You're brilliant, you are.

- I'm not.

I'm not!
- And you think I'M an idiot.

Truth is, you don't think you're up to
much either, do you?

- There's a difference. I have to go
around with this thing.

- It's not for ever.

By the time they CAN do surgery,

you will have turned yourself into a
wreck.

It's not that bad.

Listen, you told me and now I'm
telling you.

You're great exactly the way you are.

Don't let anyone tell you any
different.

- Hiya.

You look nice.

- Thanks for noticing.

- But you know what, I don't want
anything more to do with you.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Michael
Byrne. Welcome.

Now, I'm not going to make a long
speech so don't worry.

Just to say that our aim here is to
help the students know their

own minds, be more confident in who
they are in the hopes that when they

leave us they can go on and lead more
happy and productive lives.

Now we have some of our year 12 and 13
students with us

for you to talk to.

Feel free to ask them any questions
you might have.

I hope you enjoy your visit and we
look forward to seeing you soon.

Thank you.

- APPLAUSE

- What are you doing here?

- Thought you might want some moral
support.

- Thanks, but I'm OK. In fact, I'm
great.

- Right.
- Sorry, Mrs Diamond?
- Yeah.

- I said I didn't want to be a tour
guide, right?
- That's OK.

- Can I change my mind?

- Yeah, sure.

There are some school maps over there
and,

if you go to the hall, there's some
people waiting to be shown around.

- I'll walk you up.

After you.

- Thank you.

- You know that if there was ever
anything you wanted to tell me...

- Such as?

- I don't know, you always seem to
have so much on your mind.

- Well, just the fire and Imogen
and...

Anyway.

- Just let me say something, OK?

We both had a pretty rough time
recently

and we're good for each other, right?

- Yeah.

- So...?

- We shouldn't.

- I know.

- Why should I worry about you, eh?

You'll be sharing a cell with him soon
enough.

- You need to watch your mouth.

- This has got to stop. I've already
got one bully in the school.

I don't need another on my staff. Is
that clear?

- 90 days sober today.

- You've done great.

- Hey, Chrissy. They said I could wait
for you here.

- I'm leaving.

- You can't. You've been my best mate
since I arrived.

- Things are never going to work out
for me here.

- I'm Joe Mulgrew. Christine's
husband.

- It's not that simple, Connor. I was
trying to protect...
- Where is he?

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