All language subtitles for Waterloo.Road.S08E16.720p.iP.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-420D_track3_[eng]

The fire that broke out last term,
that damaged the school,

that scarred Imogen Stewart, was
started by me.

- Well, Lorraine's concerned the PRU
isn't working

and she wants Barry out.

- Barry's trouble, right?

And a bad influence, especially on his
sisters.

- Yeah, and the PRU is equipped to
deal with him.

- You need to try and find a way of
telling people the truth.

Starting with your own son.

- That's never going to happen.

Connor can never know the truth.

- Me and you then, how about it?

- You could be charged with arson,
that's a custodial sentence - do you
know what that means?

- Psst! Psst!

What are you doing down there?

- Locked out.

- Where have you been?

- Party.
- Whose?

- Just let us in, will you?

- It were amazing. I haven't slept.
Couldn't stop dancing.

- With Barry?

- Yeah, he's pretty good.

Very good, actually.

We had the best time.

- You don't mean, you didn't?
- What are you doing up?

- She slept with Barry Barry.

- Oh, my God.

- What was it like?

- I hope you used protection.

- Course we did, I ain't stupid.

- Come on, then, spill the gory
details.

- It were perfect.

Oh, he's dead, y'know, romantic and
gentle.

- We are talking about Barry Barry,
right?

- He's different when he's with me.
Anyway, I've got to get this essay
done for Budgen.

- That was due in yesterday.

No, Catherine is the one who dies, not
Helen.

- Ugh!

This is a great book, Mr Budgen.

- One hopes that isn't the sum total
of your coursework.

- I were just a little bit confused...

- Sssh!

You here that?

- What?

- The school bell.

- No.

- Me neither.

- Morning, Miss.
- Not so fast, Rhiannon.

I've just marked your literacy
assignment.

You're showing no signs of
improvement.

- What do you expect when I'm stuck in
the sin bin?

- The unit is working for everyone
else.
- Bully for them.

- It's that sort of attitude that's
not helping.

You have to understand the value of
your education.

- Don't be distracted by the likes of
Barry Barry.

I'm serious, Rhiannon.

You're a capable girl, and with the
support of the unit, you'll get some
decent qualifications.

- Hiya. Does Mr Clarkston still work
here?

- Worst luck.
- Who wants to know?

- He used to teach me back in
Rochdale.

- Pity we don't have your sort here
any more.

- Some bloke in the paper yesterday
got five years for arson.

Lucky you got away with it.

- I didn't.

I'm on probation, remember?

- I'm just saying, it could have been
a lot worse.

- I might as well be in prison.
Byrne's transferred me to the PRU.

Hi.
- Hello.

- I never got a chance to say thanks
for sticking up for me.

- It's all in the past.

- Hey, you need my say so to trade
here.

- What, scared of a bit of
competition?

- How about you give me those and we
call it evens.
- Dream on.
- Hey, who're you pushing?

- Calm it, lads.
- What, he stole my money!

- Is that true?
- I can't see no money.

Oi! Get off me!
- Hey!

Bolton Smilie. What are you doing
here?

- Er, we're on manoeuvres in the area.

You always said to pop in and see you,
Mr Clarkston.

- It's Tom, now you're out in the big
bad world.

You making yourself useful already?
What's going on?

- He was nicking this kid's money.
- He owed me. Stick to your own
battles, soldier boy.

- Don't bite off more than you can
chew, Barry.

Bolton was top dog when you were still
in primary.

Right, well, let's grab a cuppa. I'll
give you the tour.

- I'll show him round. Maybe see a bit
of the school as well.

- You're all right. It's you I've come
to see.

- You, with me.

Good morning, Sonya.

- Well, it is now.

- You get married or something?
- No, why?

- Lost your eye for the ladies?
- Ha, out of practise, I guess.

- Bolton Smilie!

- In the flesh, Mr B.
- I'll get him to the cooler. Come on.

- Grade A troublemaker, that one.

- You used to say that about me.

- Nah. You were a diamond in the
rough.

He is a snake in the grass.

So, is this what passes as fashion in
the world of popular music?

- I wish.

No, I had to swerve the MC-ing, got
ripped off by too many promoters.

This is for real, I signed up.

- Pity.

I rather hoped you would realise your
musical ambitions.

- But you hated my music! Confiscated
half my CDs in year 11.

- One doesn't have to be an aficionado

to rue the tragedy of the unfulfilled
dream.

- Well, you're walking proof of that,
eh, Mr B?

- If that is the regard you hold us
in, why are you back?

- Was passing.

- Nobody just passes this place.

- Tom said we'd always be welcome.

- Mr Clarkson, ever the soft touch.

- Meaning?
- Former students rearing their ugly
heads

means only one thing in my experience.
Trouble.

- I'm not in no trouble.

- And I didn't come down with the last
shower of rain.

What are you tapping him up for?

- Look, why don't you button that

and keep that out of what don't
concern you.

- It appears that the army have
succeeded

in removing the diamond and
cultivating the rough.

- Was that you?
- What are you going to do about it?

- Listen, I want to get rid of him as
much as you. I'm serious.

- Actions speak louder than words.

- Ooh, here he is, Casanova.
- What are you on about?

- You getting it on with Rhiannon last
night.

- In her dreams! She crashed me mate's
party.

Couple of sherbets and she passed out
on the sofa.

- Who'd have thought, my brother likes
that much meat on his bones.
- Barry!

- Ooh, someone's keeping fit.
- Someone had to sell the car

to pay the fine for perverting the
course of justice.

- Still, nothing like a brisk walk to
clear the head.

- Without the bottle, there's not a
lot to clear.

- You need something positive to focus
on.

- There's the year ten theatre trip
next week I suppose. Can't wait.
- There's more to life than work.

- Is there?

My diary's so empty I could still get
a refund on it, Audrey.

- When can we have a proper catch-up?

- I'm mad busy this morning, but I'm
free at lunch.

Why don't you go and have a look
around town? Do you want a drink?

- No, thanks. I'd rather hang here.
- Who's this then?

- This is Waterloo Road's original
heartbreaker, Bolton Smilie.

- Daniel Chalk, Waterloo Road's
original geek.

So, army, eh? You seen much action?

- He's been in Afghanistan.
- Wow, that must have been tough.

- Well, that's what we're trained for.

- We are all very proud of what you're
doing out there.

Heroes, one and all.

- Working class boys shanghaied as
cannon fodder

for corrupt politicians' phoney wars
do not heroes make.

- Don't see many crusty old English
teachers being awarded the Victoria
Cross.

- Why're you wearing fatigues?

Surely dress uniforms for official
visits, no?

- Nikki was a captain in the army.
- Yeah, sorry.

- Erm, this isn't official, ma'am,
just spur of the moment.

- At ease, it's fine, I'm a civvie
now.

- Mr Budgen.
- Knock!

DOOR CLOSES

Well, you spelt your name right,
that's a start, I suppose.

- Rhiannon, wait a second,

perhaps you'd like to show Bolton
around the school?

- No, it's all right. I'm cool staying
here.

- No, it's good if she spends time
with someone like you.

She doesn't get many positive role
models.

- I don't suppose they come any more
positive than you, mate.

- Leave that here, it's fine.

- I know this place, remember. Nothing
nailed down goes walkies.

- It's not been such an issue since
you left.

- Er, the lad's come to visit, not get
press-ganged into helping you with the
PRU.

- If you have any issues about how I
run things,

please feel free to mention it tonight
in the meeting.

- GIRLS GIGGLE

What have you said?

Oh, Barry, I never said nothing, I
promise.

Scout just got the wrong idea.

- Hey, chill, can't blame a girl for
having good taste.

We're cool.

- Is that for me?

- Guilty. It's just a little
something.

You're one of us now.

Soz.

- So, where do you want to go first?

- Perhaps the cooler, his natural
habitat.

- Grantly, man, give the lad a break.

- He blew that when he signed up.

See, underneath all that bravado, the
boy had talent.

- The army might be the making of him.

- The army breaks more men that it
makes.

- Ah, this smoulders all over
Rochdale.

- Don't be fooled, it's the same dump
underneath.

- All bling, no thing, eh?
- Don't see the point of it, really.
It's all just a big, fat waste of
time.

- I hear that. School never did
anything for me.

- And you've done all right for
yourself.

Miss Boston can stick her PRU.

- PR-what?
- Where they send all the failures and
troublemakers.

Fob us off with one-on-one lessons and
stuff. It's dead strict.

- Sounds a bundle of laughs. Glad we
never had it.

They'd stuck me at the front of the
queue.

Danielle Harker.

Always sniffing around me, she was.

- Hi. Sonya.

Michael's executive PA.

- Michael?
- Headteacher.

- Listen, if you need anything, you
let me know.

That's my extension.

- We used to get up to all sorts!

- Most improved student?

- Teacher speak for thick but tries.

Last I heard, he was selling shoes in
the Arndale.

- Do you miss your old mates?

- Where are all my boxing trophies?

Where are they?

I was district champ, that's more than
any of these try-hards.

- There's a load of stuff from the old
school under the stage. Come on.

So how long were you in Afghanistan?

- Six months last time.

- Don't you get homesick?

- Bit more to worry about, like not
getting your head shot off.

- Yeah, I see that on the news.

Bringing the coffins out of the planes
is well sad.

GUNFIRE

- My best mate was in one of them
coffins.

- Sorry. Me and my big gob.

- Not your bad. We signed up on the
same day.

Used to rip him for having this posh
southern accent, but he was solid.

We bunked together over there. Never
seen a man as happy

as when he found his girlfriend was up
the duff.

And the next day...

- What were his name?

- Andy Turner.

- Ah, Miss Salt. The very person.

- Sorry, sir, I were just coming.

- Why? There's obviously nothing we
can teach you.

A stunning piece of work.

Immaculately structured, contextually
spot on,

analytical and yet deferential.

You're obviously a Hemingway fan.

- Yeah, love him.
- Don't lie, girl.

- Hey, easy.

- Have it to me by the end of the day
or you fail the course.

- So fail me, I don't need this.

- Another one bites the dust.

- What do you expect when she's got
you teaching her?

- Oh, and that's your excuse is it,
Smilie, for amounting to nothing?

- A tour in Afghanistan isn't nothing.

I'm out there, putting my life on the
line, so civvies like you can sleep
easy in their beds.

- And a very fine job you're doing.
Michael Byrne, headteacher.

This is Lorraine Donnegan, our school
benefactor.
- Hi.

How would you like to give a talk to
our sixth form?

- Me? Nah, I don't...

- I think they'll find it far more
inspirational than one of Mr Budgen's
classes.

- Are you going to let her talk to me
like that?

- So what do you think, Bolton, would
you impart some wisdom for us?

- Be a long time waiting.

- I thought you were supposed to be
teaching.

No, really, a success story like yours

could help focus the kids here on what
they actually want to achieve.

I mean, there's nothing more
worthwhile

than fighting for your country.

So what do you think? Will you help us
out?

- All right, you're on.

- Great. Assembly hall, period four.
See you then.

- Thank you.

- Mrs Mulgrew, you're coming with me
at lunchtime.

Time to put some fun back into life.

- What sort of fun?
- You'll see.

- 24 carat, tenner.

Just don't ask where I got it.

- Barry!

Could you put out chairs in the hall
for the sixth form talk, please?

- Sure, Miss.
- Thank you.

- How's it going?

Imogen, please, I just want to talk.

- I wouldn't be able to believe
anything you said, so what's the
point?

- Bless, he doesn't get it.

- Maybe we should spell it out for
him.

- No-one wants you here.

- Kev, chairs need putting out in the
hall.

- I can't. I'm...

Hey, ladies, have I got something for
you.

- One each. Turn to chapter four,
please.

Hey.
- They want me to do some talk.

- Yeah, I heard. I'm looking forward
to it, you'll be great.

Oi! Start reading. Catch you later,
yeah?

- GUNFIRE

- Take your seats.

- Nikki, listen, Michael's a bit
behind so I want you to do the report
on the PRU.

- The meeting's tonight.

- Yeah, it's your baby. I'm sure
you'll do whatever's necessary.
- Right.

- Hey, all set?

- This isn't what I came back for.

- Thanks for standing up for me
earlier.
- No problem.

- You'll be fine, relax.
- You'll be great.

- Michael's been held up, so he's said
to start without him.

So, about that drink?

- Sure.

- I see you haven't lost it, then.

OK, it is my great pleasure to
introduce a former pupil of ours,

Bolton Smilie, who's very kindly
agreed

to come and share some of his
experiences with us. Bolton.

- Out of the trenches, over the top.
And the best of British.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

AUDIENCE MURMUR

- If there's one thing that school
should teach you,

it's that you can do something with
your life.

That's why I joined the army.

- WHISTLE

- Sssh!

- Oh, allow me.
- Thank you, Daniel.

- Happy to help. Like father, like
son. Well, adopted son.

- Things going well with Kevin, then?

- He's a great lad. Do you know, he
gave up his morning break

just to put chairs out in the hall.

- After the first phase of training,

you can specialise into another area
of interest,

or you can join the infantry and
continue onto phase two.

That's 28 weeks in total.

There's plenty of chances to travel in
the army

and it's a great opportunity to see
the world.

- Where has the army taken you,
Bolton?

- Afghanistan.

- Does anyone have any questions?

- Have you got a girlfriend?

- PUPILS LAUGH

- No.
- D'you want one?

- This country's at war.

There's people dying over there, it's
not a joke.

- Don't you ever get scared?

- Better to die a hero than live as a
coward.

That's what our sarge says.

- Have you ever killed anyone?

- Thank you, that question isn't
relevant to this discussion.

- That's what the army does.

- It's never something a soldier wants
to do.

You have to remember it's for the
greater good.

- Yeah, what she said.

- Yes, and that's exactly what the
Taliban would say.

So what makes the British Army any
better than the terrorists?

- I'm not a terrorist, yeah?

- Have some respect, you don't know
what it's like to lose someone.

- GUNFIRE

All right, let's leave it there. Look,
if any of you have any sensible
questions

about a career in the army, then I'm
sure that

Bolton would be happy to talk to you
individually in the common room.

- See you later, guys.

Hey, Libs. What do you think? Tenner.

- Whose lorry did that fall off, then?

- Does it matter? It'll look great on
you.

Mind you, anything would look great on
you.

- I heard about you and Rhiannon.
- Are you kidding, right, Rhiannon?

- What's wrong with me?

I thought we had something.

- It was a joke. As if I'd seriously
be interested in a munter like you.

Oh, and you owe me a tenner for that.

- Barry, I asked you to put the chairs
out at breaktime.

- I did.
- No, Kevin did.
- He offered to help.

- Well, Mr Chalk said he did it on his
own.

- I needed a slash. Mr Chalk must have
come in then.

- HEAVY BREATHING

CRYING

- Come on!

I can do this.

Sake, man!

- What're you doing?
- Leaving.
- You serious?

- Mr Budgen's going to throw me off
the course unless I hand in that
stupid essay by tonight.

- Then do it. It's a dead good book,
you know, I loved it.

- No point.
- Come on. He's given you a chance.

- The only thing he's ever given me is
a headache. I'm going to fail anyway.

- That's what I told myself when I was
ready to jack it in, but now I'm
loving it.

- Difference is you're going to get
your exams.

- If I can do it then so can you. If
you work at it, you'll enjoy it.

- You're wasting your breath. I've
decided I'm going to join the army.

- You OK?
- Course.

- Right, um, I'll see you in the
dining hall in a bit.

Rhiannon, will you show him where it
is?

- I want to join the army.
- What?

- School's a waste of time and there's
nothing left here for me. How do you
sign up?

- Claws off, sweetheart.

- We're talking here.

- You want to watch her.

She'll be making all sorts of deluded
rubbish up behind your back. The same
as she did about Barry.

- Bolton's twice the man he is.
- See, psycho stalker.

- Leave off her, she's all right.

Where's my backpack?

- Smilie. Thank you for a fascinating
insight

into how my taxes are being wasted.

Not so much Private Ryan, more
Sergeant Bilko.

- Have you seen my backpack?

- Like you say, if it isn't nailed
down...

- I swear, if you've taken it, I'll do
what I always dreamt of.

- I'm sure I had it when I left here.
Come on.

It's not in the toilets.
- Where else did you go?

- I had it when I came out of the hall
and... crush hall.

- Christine!

You couldn't help us out with a bit of
marking, could you?

Year ten, Vanity Fair.
- Er, yeah, sure.

- No, she can't, she's coming with me.
Come on. It's you time.

- That lunatic needs locking up! Move!
- Who?

- Bolton Smilie threatened me with
violence.

I'm going to make an official
complaint.

- You're lucky it's only a threat,
showing him up in front of everyone.

- I was merely putting forward the
other side of the argument

as is my democratic right.

- This isn't about politics, Grantly,
it's about common decency

and you haven't shown Bolton one ounce
of that since he got here.

- Girls, have you seen my bag?
- Over there.

- Have you seen a massive army bag?

- Girls, have you seen my bag? It's a
big army bag, come on.

- I might have guessed you'd have it.

- Is there a reward? On top of the
tenner you owe me for the necklace?

- Hey, are you ready for lunch?

- Oh, thank you.

- SALSA MUSIC PLAYS

Salsa dancing? Are you off your
rocker?

- You will love it.

It's great for the soul. Come on.
Let's get you partnered up.

Sorry we're late.

I'll lead, shall I? Come on!

Just mirror what I do. And, one...

That's it.

- Don't you have something to say to
Bolton?

- Two words, one syllable each.

- Do you want me to go to Michael?

- Ah, Mr Smilie, I would like to put
it on record

how thoughtful it is of you

to grace our humble new abode with
your presence.

- Are you for real?

- And I regret any misunderstanding.

- What's that, an apology?

- If you like.

GIRLS LAUGH

- Come on.

- Somebody didn't get the message.

- Can I borrow that after you?

I know I'm getting what I deserve, but
I really want the chance to make
things right between us.

- There is no us.

- Here. Made me think of you.

- To cover my scar.
- Yeah.

- You don't get it, do you?

I've accepted what I look like. I'm
comfortable with it.

You only bought this to hide what you
did to me.

I'm living with it. You have to as
well.

- We've got to get rid of him once and
for all.

Move.

Connor's back.
- What?

- Imogen does not deserve this.

He messes with her, he messes with me
and that is not going to happen.

We're going to get him after school.

- Do to him what he did to her.

- You're not being serious?

- The Barrys look after their own, and
when we make a threat,

we see it through or else we lose our
respect.

- You can count me out.

- Did you hear all that?

- Are you going to help us?

- I don't like violence.

- Either you're with us or you're
against us.

- So what did you want to talk to me
about? Sounded important.

Bolton?

- They're sending me back to
Afghanistan.

- Pre-fight nerves?

- It's more than that.

- Well, you've done it once. It must
get easier the second time round.

- It's not. I can't do it...

- Of course you can. You're more than
just a soldier, you're Bolton Smilie.

You've never backed down from anything
in your life.

- It's different this time.

I'm too... I'm just...

- What?

What's happened?

- I think I might be in a bit of
trouble.

- What sort of trouble?

- Tom! SMT?

- Er, could you send Michael my
apologies, please.

- It's a three line whip. It's an
important meeting.

- So's this.
- Tom...

- Don't go anywhere. Whatever it is,
we can sort it out, OK?

Mr Barry being a handful again, is he?

- That boy's as slippery as a
politician.

- It's uphill with Kacey and all.

I've suggested she takes some work to
show her dad tonight.

If he takes an interest, maybe they
will.

- They're visiting their father in
prison?
- Yeah, they go every week.

SALSA MUSIC PLAYS

- Relax. Just feel the music, just
loosen up.

Smile.

Free up your hips, just let the music
take over.

- You know, Audrey, if this is your
idea of fun, you can keep it.

- Got your money.

There you go.

- Oooh, feisty! You're getting me all
excited.

Or maybe it's just the gun in my
pocket.

BELL RINGS

All right, sir?
- Thank you, Barry.

Come on, you lot, inside, please.

That's right, thank you.

- Maggie, you seen Bolton Smilie
anywhere?

- Not since you were with him, flower.

- I've just seen him. Trying to break
the land speed record when he saw the
military police.

- What? Where did he go?

- Foyer, I think, but he was going
full pelt. Anything I can do to help?

- Cover my registration, I'll go and
find him.

- What's this?
- Homework.
- But I've already got homework.

- Well, now I'm giving you extra. It's
not a problem, is it?

- Well, yeah it is, actually.

- Well, after the great job you did on
the chairs this morning

I volunteered you to make tea for the
PRU meeting later.

Be back here after school.
- I'm visiting me dad tonight.

- I'm sure he'll understand.

- No! You understand, nobody messes
with my family.

- Just be here, Barry.

- I want my money.

- Why don't you ask me for it after
school, yeah?

- You got anything a bit later?

OK? I'll see you in a half hour.
Thanks.

Oh, hello you.

What do you think? I'm going to wine
and dine you the Greenock way.

- It looks great. Do you know which
class Rhiannon's in?

Thanks.

- The PRU is out of commission and
it's numeracy this afternoon, so here
they are.

- Oh, no, Grantly Budgen, you're not
fobbing this lot off on me.

- What are you doing back in the bad
house?

- I'm still here for numeracy,
remember?

- Hey. What do you reckon?

- Are you mad? You know what mum said,
never touch guns.

- Guns, yeah, I know, but it's loaded.
We'll make a mint selling it.

It's like Dad's, you know the one I
found in the shed?

Got a real beating when he caught me
playing with it.

- He's in prison now. We don't want
you in there, too.

- Relax. I'll get rid of it tonight.

- Right.

Times tables it is, then.

- What have you done with it?
- Done with what?

- It was in my pack, it's loaded.

- Oi!

Come here. Do you want to tell me the
real reason you've come back here?

- I don't know what you mean.

- No? Then why are you hiding from the
military police?

- I'm out of here, sorry for troubling
you, sir.
- Tell me what's going on.

- I've been trying to tell you all
day.
- Well, tell me now.

- I ran away.

I can't go back there. Not after last
time.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm a coward.

- What?

- That's why he died, my mate.

We were going house to house.

I was supposed to have his back.

I'm not a hero, man.

Don't let them send me them back
there.

- Come on...
- But what about the gun?

- What gun?
- His. Barry Barry's got it.

- Stay there!

- Which class is he in?
- But Mr Clarkson said to stay here.

- Please, I've got to put this right.

- Sonya.

- Michael, Barry Barry's got Bolton's
gun.

- Jade, eight sixes.

- Erm...

48.

- Barry Barry, nine sevens.

Barry! Nine sevens.

- They've invented something since you
last did this, sir.

It's called a calculator.

- Oi.

You're not in one of your touchy-feely
one-to-ones

with Ms Diamond now. Nine sevens.

What..?
- Give it back!
- Get out!

- Get off me!

- Get off! Smilie!

Right, I am going to put you back on a
plane to Afghanistan myself if I have
to!

- I am not going back there! Not you
or anybody else is going to make me!

GUNSHOT

FIRE ALARM RINGS

- Everybody outside, quickly, please,
come on, move.

- Tom, where are you going?
- I've got to get up there.
- No way.

- He came to see me. It's up to me to
get him out of here.

- We don't have time for this, OK,
play it by the book.
- Michael...

- That means we get everyone out as
quickly as possible.
- That was a gun.

- I'm sure it was just a false alarm,
there's no need to panic. Come on.
- Everyone out, please. Out.

- What are you doing?

Don't be stupid.

- Get back!
- Do as he says, Rhiannon.

- Kacey!

All right, take it easy, you're the
man.

- The man? What, do you think this is
a joke? Nicking a gun?

- I'm sorry, just let us go.

- Nobody's going anywhere!

Get them to turn that noise off!

- Hello, Tom. No, we're fine.

Bolton's got a gun and he would like
the alarm off.

- CHILDREN SCREAM

- Walk, don't run.

Find your form teacher outside and
wait for further instructions.

- It came from Chalky's class.
- What's happened?

- I don't know but Grantly's in there
with the PRU kids.

- Oh, my God! Connor!

- No, Imogen, wait outside.
- Both of you outside, please.

- He'll be all right, come on.

- Don't run, walk. Find your form
teachers.

- Keep coming, mind the stairs. Tom,
police are on their way.

- I need to talk to Bolton.

- Let's leave this one to the
professionals, please.

That's it, keep coming. Come on.

- He's proper lost it.

- ALARM STOPS

POLICE SIREN WAILS

Don't panic. Quietly and slowly, all
right?

- Please. My baby. Don't hurt us.

- For goodness sake, the girl is
pregnant.

- Nobody leaves!

- Bolton, your mate's girlfriend were
pregnant, weren't she?

- Take her out.

- I'm not going anywhere. You stuck by
me and I'm sticking by you.

- Is Connor all right?

- What about Barry?

- Get her to the nurse, Kacey, please.

No. Do not go back inside.

OK? Don't go back inside, do you hear
me? Take her down.

Mum?

It's me.

Listen, just wanted to say I'm sorry I
missed your calls.

Tell Pete I'm glad his team won, and
tell Turner's girl I'm sorry.

- When the going gets touch the tough
cry to mummy, is that it?

- Have you got a death wish? Just stop
winding him up.

- Put the bloody gun down and stop
being a prat.

Oh, you're going to shoot me?

What was it?

Die a hero, live a coward.

- Shut up!

- What passing bells for these who die
as cattle?

Only the monstrous anger of the guns.

- Oh, shut up!

- Ah!

- Gareth Elsmere.

Killed.

The Falklands.

Lewis Shepherd.

Paralysed.

First Gulf War.

Simon Evans.

Shot.

Paul...

..Beasley.

Hit by shrapnel, both in Iraq.

Both survived.

Jessica Williams,

Sean Clifton...

didn't.

What was left of them was shipped back
from Afghanistan in bodybags.

So, don't think you've got the
monopoly on grief, son.

Years spent teaching them to make
something of their lives,

and for what?

You're one of the lucky ones, Smilie.

Too many good men have died already.

MUSIC: "Stand Proud" by Jono McCleery

# In time we will show

# All our cards

# So why hold 'em close

# Throw them down

# Stand to show ourselves

# As we really are

# Somewhere we will know

# We've come far

# When you live in some hope

# Things will turn around

# So in the meantime

# Why don't we stand proud? #

- Wait!

- He's traumatised, he saw his mate
die, you can't send him back to
Afghanistan.

- We've got due process to follow.
- Are you going to send him to prison?

- We'll take him to the detention
centre where he'll be assessed

by psychiatrists for Post Traumatic
Stress Disorder.

- He needs proper treatment, the best
there is, he's a good lad.

- Not everyone's cut out to be a
soldier.

- Are they taking him to prison?

- Whatever happens, he's not going
back to war.

- Yeah, but he were all right this
morning, he stood up for me, helped me
out.

I know it sounds stupid, but I wanted
to be more like him.

- From what I heard you did in there,
you're doing more than all right.

- I thought it was a replica.
- That's no defence.

- I was going to hand it in to Miss
Diamond but then she started

talking about the PRU meeting and I
offered to make refreshments.

I wanted to help.
- You forgot you had a gun?

- I'm not stupid. My dad's in prison
for using one.

- You're not far behind.

- No way.

I've seen what it's like, what it's
done to me mum and Dynasty and Kacey.

We hate guns.

Please, Michael, I don't want to be
like him.

I was trying to do the right thing, I
was going to hand it in, honest.

KNOCK AT DOOR

- Police are waiting.

- Have you seen Connor?

- I told Dynasty I don't want anything
to do with it.
- To do with what?

- Don't act like you don't know.

- I don't have a clue what you're
talking about.

- I'm going to arrange counselling for
anyone that needs it.

- Which budget is that coming out of?
- I'll find an area where there's an
under-spend.

- No, I'll tell you what, why don't we
take it out of the funds we
ring-fenced for the PRU?

- What?
- I'm closing the unit.

- But the report..?

- Gun in class? Nikki, it was one of
your students.

Anyone else would have handed it in.

- Lorraine, I know that what happened
today doesn't look good,

but the report shows that our students
are making academic progress.

- Let's not be hasty. This isn't the
fault of the PRU.
- Sorry. Decision made.

- Rhiannon.

- Can I hang this picture of Bolton in
the PRU?

- There isn't going to be a PRU any
more.
- What? You can't close it!

Without it, I'd have dropped out ages
ago.
- Sorry, Rhiannon.

- I want to do something worthwhile
with my life, like Bolton.

I know I don't have what it takes for
the army, but I can still make
something of myself.

I need my education.

- She can only get that through the
PRU.

Please, Lorraine. It's more than
teaching.

- I say it's working.

- Very moving.

Will you pass your exams?

- I'm going to try.

- One last chance. It's all about the
exam results.

I'm not convinced. Prove me wrong.

- And do I find the money for the
counselling from elsewhere?
- No. I've got this.

- Audrey, I'm sorry about lunchtime.

I didn't mean to seem ungrateful.

- Oh, think nothing of it. Life's too
short.

Come on, I'll give you a lift.

- Grantly.

I heard you were a real hero in there.

- If you'd listened to me, instead of
hanging out the bunting,

it wouldn't have been necessary.

- Rhiannon tells me you remembered all
the names

of the war casualties that you taught.

- Don't remember a single one. Made it
all up.

- We warned you to stay away.

- Look, I don't want any trouble.

- You should have thought of that
before you hurt Imogen.
- Get him.

- Hold him.
- Stay still.
- Hold him.

- I'm trying.
- What is it they say? An eye for an
eye?
- Come on, then.

- Go on, get him.
- Don't think I won't.

- I don't care, I want you to, I
deserve it.

- No, don't do this. This is wrong,
you're going to hurt him.

- Shut up. Go on, Dyn, do him.

- Stop!

Leave him alone.
- I'm doing this for you.

- I don't want revenge.
- For god's sake, we weren't actually
going to do it, we were just trying to
scare him.

- You're welcome.

- What do you want from me?

I've tried everything, Imogen, sorry
isn't enough.

I'd let them burn me if it made any
difference.

If there was anything I could do but
there isn't, is there?

- Wait! Wait!

- Ta-dah!

Anything to keep my little
granddaughter here happy.

- Adoption forms?
- That's private!

- She needs two parents who can look
after her

and care for her like I've never had.

- In, two, three, out, two, three.

- I can't, I'm not ready.

- I just want you to know that if
anything did change between us

that I'd still be here for you. For
both of you.

- We're giving the PRU pupils a chance
to showcase themselves.

- That's a great idea.

- Next up is Mr Barry.

- Brace yourself.

- Subtitles by Red Bee Media