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- 6.50. Lorraine can't complain about
you being late.

- Yeah, but I still have to face the
music.

I haven't done anything about a new
deputy yet.

- You are allowed a holiday.

- Morning.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Good holiday?

- Yes, very.

- Well, back to reality for us all.

- I take it this early meeting is
about appointing a new deputy, yes?

- On the contrary, I've hired someone.

- Sorry, you've what?

- Meet your new deputy head.

It's good to be back.

- You cannot go over my head making
appointments like that.

- I thought you'd be happy to be shot
of all the red tape.

We didn't need to advertise, wait for
applications, go through all

that torturous rubbish to appoint
someone we knew we wanted anyway.

I was just cutting to the chase.

- I'm still reeling from the last time
you appointed someone.

- Who?
- Your sister.

Sonya knows not to leave files around.

- That could have been me.

- Look, I need Nikki in the PRU.

Do you think Jodie Allen would have
got to university without her?

- Yeah, my point exactly. She is the
best woman for the job.

Michael, we could argue, but I get the
last word on every decision.

It is my school.

- What's this?

I don't even like cereal.

- Well, have toast, then.

Oh, you big baby, they told us they'd
be gone early today.

- Harley, I thought we'd walk to
school together today.

- I haven't even had my breakfast yet.

- Why are you so late?

- Because he didn't have Maggie to
dress him

or brush his hair for school.

Do you want me to butter your toast or
can you manage?

- Hey, Harley, you might want to grow
yourself a pair.

You wouldn't see me taking any flak
from a couple of girls.

- Oh, but you're all man, you are,
aren't you?

- Yeah, and don't you forget it, sweet
cheeks.

- Right, well, there's no need for you
to stay now.

You've got the interviews for the
catering assistant, haven't you?

- I think this is slightly more
important, don't you?

- So, how have you been finding the
dialysis?

- Fine.

- You should be finding some relief
from your symptoms.

- Absolutely. New man.

- No nausea, tiredness?
- No.

- And you're keen to get on to the
home dialysis?

- He's determined.

- Good. My colleague will go through
the whole procedure with you

when she comes to set up the
equipment.

- And when will that be?

- In the next few days.

- I was led to believe that it would
be today. I've got work to think of.

- I've never seen him so keen about
his job!

- Well, I just want to get back to
normal.

- Well, it's not as simple as that.

- So, what you're saying is that I'm
on a clock here?

- Dialysis only replaces some of the
kidney's functions.

I thought you realised.

I'm afraid it's quite simple.

Ultimately, a transplant is your only
option.

- You knew this.

- Margaret...

- I want to be the donor.

- It's a possibility.

I'll call for your records and we'll
go from there.

- It's meant to be.

- I wonder how your brother's getting
on.

- Probably lying in a pool of his own
vomit

after a night out with his university
mates.

- Ally's not like that.

He's a good boy.

- Unlike me, you mean.

- I've, er, I've an interview today.

- Greenock's a dump.

- It's safe.

No-one will find us here, so we'd
better make the best of it.

- What about your breakfast?

Fergal, do you think that I wanted to
uproot this family?

This is our last chance, don't mess
this up now, do you hear me, boy?

- DOOR CLOSES

CAR HORN BLOWS

Your brother is such a loser.

- He's still my brother though, isn't
he? So watch your mouth.

- He doesn't look bothered about how
last term ended.

- Oh, he's bothered, all right.

- Hi, Mr and Mrs, how's married life?
- Sssh!

- Oh, what, you're still keeping it a
secret?

- Yeah. Mum was bad enough when she
found out we were engaged.

- Who's the weird kid?

- Who cares?

- You what?

- That's me name. I'm not Kacey no
more, I'm Robbie.

- Right, cool.

So, Robbie,

first game of the season a week today.
I hope you're fit.

- Hi.

- You hear about Nikki?

- No.

- Wow, someone looks like they enjoyed
Africa.

- I did.

- Did you meet someone?

- Well, it was a church-organised
trip. I met lots of people.

- So, Nikki.

- Yeah, she's the new deputy head.

I know, Michael didn't even get a say
in it.

- I think an official announcement

would be more appropriate, Christine.

Morning.
- Morning.

- Good morning, everyone.

ALL: Morning.

Welcome back.

Now, sadly, we lost Sian Diamond last
term as deputy head,

but I'm pleased to announce that Nikki
Boston will be

stepping into the role, alongside
current deputy head, Tom Clarkson.

Nikki more than proved herself last
term with her excellent work

in the PRU, so I think we can all wish
her well in the job.

That's it, have a great first day
back.

BELL RINGS

- You're in the wrong toilets. This is
the gents.

- You can't keep ignoring me. This is
who I am.

Look at me.

I said, look at me, Barry.

- You like your pills, do you?

Is this all you got?

Well, you'll be needing more, then.

- Can you get me some?

- What are you after?

- Anything.

- I could score you some White Mist.

- Registration!

- Never heard of it.

- It'll put a smile on your face. I
can promise you that.

- Registration!

Come on, didn't you hear the bell?

- I'll see you at break.

- Just a sec. Are you Fergal Doherty?

I've been looking for you. Wait for me
outside, please.

I didn't expect to see you in here.

How are you getting on?

- My own brother was ready to throw me
out of the toilets, so...

- It's going to take people a while to
adjust, but they will,

and we haven't actually discussed
which loos you'd use.

- It was an accident. I just wanted to
talk to him.

It stinks in here.

- Why don't you use the staff toilets
for now? They're unisex.

Give everybody a chance to adjust.

And you let me know if anyone gives
you grief, OK?

Go on, off to registration.

I'm expecting great things of you on
the football field this term.

- Cheers.

Well, my promotion went down like a
lead balloon.

- So? I gave you the job because it's
the right decision for the school.

Michael knows it, too, it's just has
to take

the politically correct tourist route
to get to a decision,

and, as you know, I hate having my
time wasted.
- Yeah.

- Some of the teachers around here are
way too complacent,

and you're in the post to give them a
boot up the backside, right?

- Don't you worry, I shall kick ass.

- Good. Right, I've got to go,

I've got a meeting in town so I'll see
you later.
- All right.

- Sorry, are you waiting for someone?

- Er, Mrs Budgen. We're here for the
canteen assistant interviews.

- OK, just a sec.

- So, what prompted the move from
Londonderry?

Must be hard being away from your
friends.

- I didn't have any.

- No-one?

Girlfriend, maybe?

- Not any more.

- Oh, sorry, am I interrupting?
- Actually...

- I just wanted to get set up.

You must be Fergal Doherty.

- Well, you miss her. That's natural.

- New school, new start.

You'll be chatting someone up by the
end of the day.

Thanks, Tom, I'll take it from here,
I'm heading to the PRU.

- He isn't going to the PRU.

- Lorraine - sorry, Miss Donnegan -
and myself discussed...

- Look, Mr Byrne's told me he's going
into Mr Budgen's class.

- No, we decided the PRU would be
better.

- Would you like me to talk you
through your new role

as deputy head?

First rule, keep the rest of the
management team informed.

- If you're not happy with my
appointment, then you...

- This is not a time to discuss that.

- It's all right, Fergal, I'll sort
you out.

- Fine. I shall leave you to it, then.

See you later, Fergal.

- You don't want to get in trouble,
too.

- Oi, are the football team try outs
tomorrow?

- Next week, why? You thinking of
joining?

- Yeah, why not?

- You would hate it, Harley. It's
rough and dirty.

- Yeah, Harley, it's rough and dirty.

- Erm, what's going on?

Sit down!

Where's Mr Budgen?

- I don't know, sir.

- Oh. Did he say anything to you this
morning about not coming in?

- Erm...
- Mr Budgen wasn't in the schoolhouse
this morning.

- What are you supposed to be working
on?

- Wuthering Heights.

- Well, you can be getting on with
writing a synopsis of the story

until Mr Budgen arrives. But quietly.

- Shall I make an appointment for us
to see Mr Byrne today?

- And why would we want to do that?

- Because, Grantly, you are on
dialysis

and you might need to take time off.

- Don't be ridiculous, you heard what
the doctor said,

some people carry on as normal.

- I don't think she meant...

- I am not going to take time off.

- OK, but people need to know, in case
you come over poorly at work.

- No, they don't.

- And what about when we actually go
in for the transplant?

We're going to both be off for a
while. You cannot deny that.

- I'm not going to announce my private
affairs to the entire teaching staff.

We will let them know our situation as
and when necessary,

not a moment before.

Subject closed.

- I'm not seeing anything about
catering on here.

- Er, no, but I've worked in a
supermarket and I've cleaned.

I've just moved here, actually, me and
my son, so, er...

- Your son?

Would that be Fergal Doherty?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, I read his file.

- Miss Donnegan...

- I thought I'd take over,

seeing as your interviewees were
giving up on you.

- I had a hospital appointment.

- Well, the truth is there's no-one
with suitable experience.

We're going to need to readvertise.

- But I need somebody urgently.

- Not one of these applicants has a
relevant qualification.

- I don't mind that, I'll train them
up.

- I'd work for less than the rate you
advertised

and I could start straight away.

- See, there, what about...?

- Theresa, Theresa Doherty.

I'm a hard worker and a fast learner
and I need this job.

- And Mr Byrne was happy to leave me
to make the decision.

- Fine, but if it all goes wrong, you
chose her.

- Fine.

- And now I'm late for a meeting.

I want top performance in all areas,
Mrs Budgen.

I'll be keeping an eye on this place.

- Don't worry, I won't let you down.

- Yvonne, would you mind giving the
rest of the worksheets out?

Thank you.

Is this about Fergal Doherty?

- Tom and I agreed he should be in the
mainstream. New school, new start.

- Lorraine and I reviewed all the new
intakes while you were on holiday.

I thought she had discussed it with
you.
- She should have.

- And this morning, the way my
appointment was sprung on you...

- I'm not blaming you. It's Lorraine's
methods I have a problem with.

But Tom and I should have been part of
the process

- I didn't realise you hadn't been.

Michael, it was you that hired me in
the first place.

It's you I want to make happy.

- Well, you're doing great work here
with the PRU.

If you had applied for the job, you
probably would have got it,

and I know you'll be great in the
role,

so just show everyone that you deserve
the post.

- No pressure.

- And if Lorraine has any more bright
ideas,

make sure you run them by me first,
OK?

- Yes, of course.

Fergal. Can you come with me, please?

- Ma!

- Where are you going?

- What are you doing here?

- I got a job. If you listened to me
this morning you'd have known.

- You're here to check up on me.
- A pity I need to.

Listen, son, you behave.

You've put me and your brother through
too much already.

- You do that again and you will be in
deep trouble.

- What have I told you?

- It's all right, I'll deal with it.
Come on.

Now.

Turn right.

You want to tell me what your mum was
talking about?

Don't you get on?
- Does it look like it?

She just wants a clone of my brother.

- Where's he?
- Back home.

She dotes on him. I'm just a pain in
the backside.

- Or is it an excuse to behave badly?

Come on, and keep up.

Where's Mr Budgen?

- Oh, he said he'd be back in a
minute.

It looked like it was an important
phone call.

- OK. Erm, Fergal, go and sit at the
back, please.

Well, just carry on working,

I'll go and get Mr Reed to come and
supervise.

- Oh, I'm going to Zumba tonight, do
you want to come?

- That dance thing?

Isn't that just for girls?

- Yeah, but it'll be fun, please.

- SNIGGERING

Are you all right?

- Thanks for giving me this chance.

- To be honest, I couldn't afford to
wait any longer.

My girls are all part-time and I've
got a little op coming up.

I'm sure it'll be fine,

but you know what they say, an
operation is an operation.

- Are you worried about it?

- Not for me I'm not.

I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have
said anything.

My husband Grantly doesn't want a fuss
made.

- Easy for him to say.

- Was that your lad in earlier?

Only child?

- No, my other son Ally's older. Never
had any bother with him.

- But this one...

- He's had his moments.

How long have you been married?

- Me and Grantly only got wed last
year.

But, you know, from the moment I met
him

I always knew we'd end up together.

He's no James Bond, but there was just
something about him.

I always say it was love at first
fight!

- CUTLERY CRASHES

- Oh!

You all right?

- Yes, it was just to say that the
hospital rang.

- Great, what did they say? Am I a
match?

- Just to arrange for the nurse to
come to the schoolhouse tonight

to set up the dialysis.

Don't, please, fuss.

- You all right, Mr Budgen?

- Hmm? Fine, just fine.

- I mean, you're not your usual self.

- Well, what's that? Full of the joys?

- No, not sarcastic and grumpy. I sort
of miss it.

Mr Budgen?

- Yeah, all right.

- Are you ill?

- Not really, no.

- Tell me.

- It's nothing for you to worry about.

- Why do people keep on treating me
like a baby? I'm sick of it.

- Harley, wait, I...

- BELL RINGS

- How much?

- You don't think they're all for you,
do you?

I want you to do a bit of business for
me.

Get rid of this lot, and I'll give you
a discount.

Course, if you're not interested....

- I am.

- I want 150 by the end of the week.
How you get it is up to you.

- Barry? What are you doing?

- Get lost.

- Dad'll kill you if he finds out
you've been dealing again.

- I ain't doing nothing. He is. It's
called delegation.

Steady on, they're for selling.

Are you sure you're up to this?
- I'm all right.

- Well, it doesn't look like it.

- Hey, break's over. Get back to
class.

You all right? Barry's not bothering
you, is he?

- No, I'm fine.

Hey.

Know anyone who'd be interested in
buying?
- No.

- Come on.

Hey, do you want to buy some happy
caps?

- No, he doesn't.

- What, you let your girlfriend talk
for you?

- Just say no, Harley.

Good boy, Harley.

- Yeah, good boy, Harley.

- What is it?

- Just like caffeine, livens things up
a bit.

- Harley.

- Would you chill out?

- He's not interested.

- Is she your ma or something?

- OK, come on.
- What?

- We're moving, come on.

- Go on, Harley, do as you're told.

- Don't look over. You'll only
encourage him.

- Stop treating me like a little kid.

- Well, stop acting like one, then.

- BELL RINGS

- Stop sulking. You know I'm right.

- You know what? I don't need you
telling me what to do.
- Harley....

- Go find some other mug to bully.

Just cos no-one else'll put up with
you,

doesn't mean you can treat me like
rubbish.

- Sure you don't want a hit?

- Yeah, go on, then.

- So, I want to put everyone into
pairs.

Connor, you go with Steven,

Kevin, you go with Dynasty,

and Imogen with Angela, please.

Right. In your pairs, I want you to
look at the differences

and similarities between Duffy and
Kay.

- So, aren't we, like, meant to
discuss it?

- I know what she's wanting, so just
leave it to me, all right?

- I'll just be outside.

- I just wanted to ask how people were
taking the news

about Nikki being made the new deputy.

Actually, I was looking for a
half-decent excuse

to come and talk to you.

- Well, Tom is the most shocked.

But I think everyone knows how
forceful Lorraine can be.

- They're tight.

- Yeah, keeps her off my back.

- Maybe if she's happy, she won't be
so upset about us being wed.

- You think?!

Because she was so pleased at the idea
of us being engaged.

Look, once we find our own place, it
will be easier.

- If you insinuate that I'm a bimbo
one more time,

I swear I will wipe that nerdo grin
off your face with a good slap.

- CLASSMATES WHISTLE

- All right, Dynasty, simmer down.

You're carrying on like an old married
couple.

- It must be love.

- Now, I think it'd be useful for you
pair

to discuss the sexual politics in the
poems.

- Now, let's look at the effects of
the Depression in America.

Just take a few minutes to list

what you think they might have been,
all right?

- Feeling good, mate?

- Great!

- I can't believe you took something.
How can you be so stupid?

- And how can you be so boring?

Wa-wa-wa-wa!

- You could have just put them in my
pigeonhole.

- Well, I was just looking for a
chance to catch up.

I'm loving your new look, by the way.

- Thank you, but that's hardly a
reason to drag me out of class, is it?

KNOCK AT DOOR

- Hey.

- Hi, do you mind if I use your
computer this afternoon?

I need to access school files.

- No problem. Tom's teaching, so
you'll have the office to yourself.

Just to say Michael stepped in about
Fergal Doherty being in the PRU.

- Oh, right, great.

Sorry, I've just got other things on
my mind.

- Is everything OK?

- I've just had a meeting with my
accountant.

- Not a good one, by the sounds of it.

Look, I don't want to pry...

but if you want to talk...

- My accountant wants me to close the
school.

- And?

- And I need to look at the numbers.

I know everyone here thinks this is
Michael's dream,

but it was mine first.

None of this would be here if it
wasn't for me.

And, quite frankly, I'm fed up of
feeling like the bad guy.

- No-one sees you as the bad guy.

- They do.

I'm the one holding the purse strings,

raining on Michael's parade.

But it's simple, to do all the things
we want,

we need to be solvent,

and Michael seems to think I'm a
bottomless financial pit.

I could throw a ton of money at the
school

and it would last five, ten years, and
then we'd have to close it down.

But put it on sound financial footing,

and we could have an influence for
generations.

Michael's not the only one with a
vision.

- Have you told him all of this?

- I try,

but sometimes I get the feeling he
still sees me

as a difficult kid who needs guidance.

- Well, I don't see you like that...

and, you know...

anything I can do to help...

..I'm here.

- I know.

- I'll let you get on.

- Roosevelt.

- Thank you again, Harley. But what
caused the Depression?

- The Wall Street Crash.

- Which was..?

- 1939. No, 29.

- At least let me finish the question.

You are certainly on fire today!

The Wall Street Crash brought about
the most amazing...

I think it's time you let someone else
answer a few questions,

don't you?

- ALL LAUGH

- What is up with you lot this
morning?

- BELL RINGS

- Are you OK?

- Are you kidding? Did you hear me?
I'm on fire.

- Mr Doherty.

How about you tell me what's so funny?

- I've been looking for you all
morning.

- You may go.

- You getting on all right?

You haven't said anything to anyone,
have you?

About why we came here?

- Like I'm going to do that.

- Hey, Robbie.

Now you're a boy, do you like girls,
or what?

ALL SNIGGER

- What did you say?

- Nothing.

- Her name's Kacey, you got it?

She's me little sister, yeah?

So keep your mouth shut.

- I'm Robbie now, Barry.

- Nah. You can wear trousers all you
like, call yourself Alf.

But you're still a girl.

- You OK?

- What do you care?

- I've got a brother.

Don't think much of me, either.

- Barry used to be my best mate.

- Ally used to be mine.

- Fergal, Fergal! Have you got any
more of those pills?

I want more.

- Look, you've had a hit. That's
enough for one day, OK?

- What is it with people that they
think they can tell me

what to do all the time?

I want another pill!

- Yeah. And I'm not selling.

- Why not? I've got the money.

- Cos you're just a kid. So don't push
it, eh?

- I'll show you something neither of
you could do.

- Harley!

Come back! Harley!

Do something.

- OK, you've proved your point, come
back.

- I'm getting help.

- I just wanted to see where you
worked, you know? I missed you.

- Oh!

What do you think you're doing?

Come down at once!

- Harley and Fergal are on the roof!

They're on the roof!

- Right, get back please, now, get
back!

- What the hell is he playing at?

- Help! I'm scared!

- I've got you, give me your hand.

Come on, up!

- Who is HE?

- His name's Ndale. He's a friend of
mine.

- OK, everyone, show's over.

Back inside, let's go, come on.

- I'll come back for you.

That's far enough.

Take my hand.

Please.

That's it. It's OK, it's OK. It's OK.
It's OK.

- Grantly, you missed all the action.

Go and get Mrs Budgen. Quickly!

- Yes, Miss.
- I'm fine!

- Well, you don't look it. You look
terrible.

Come on, sit down.

Oh, come on.

What's the matter? Grantly?

- I knew it!

- Just give me a minute. I'll be all
right.

- What's wrong?

- He's got kidney failure. He's on
dialysis.

- Grantly, I'm so sorry.

- The doctor says if he gets a
transplant he'll be as good as new,

and I'm going to be his donor.

It's right we tell people.

- Just give me some peace, please?

Leave me alone.

- The silent treatment won't help.

Right, empty your pockets.

- Fergal, you heard Mr Byrne.

- Come on.

Right. I want to get Harley checked
out.

Would you take him to A & E, please?
- Of course.

- You do realise you could have got
yourself killed yourself today?

I hope this scares you off of trying
anything ever again,

do you understand me?

- Get your things.

- What are these?

No? Nothing?

Get him to the cooler. I'll be there
in a minute.

- Come on.

- I wouldn't be too hard on him.

- We'll deal with this it from here,
thank you.

- I mean, the boy was very upset out
there.

Something must have really scared him.

- Well, we're very grateful for what
you did today.

You put yourself at enormous risk, so
thank you.

- Michael.

Can I speak to Fergal first?

I think there's more to this than a
kid pushing drugs. I know it.

And then we can call the police,
please.

- All right, I'll speak to his mother.

- Here he is, hero of the hour.

Tea?

- No. I was actually looking for
Audrey.

- She's not here.

And just how do you know her, exactly?

She never mentioned you before.

- We worked together in Malawi.

- There you are!

You were magnificent.

Now, I think it's time you went home,
Ndale, and I'll see you there.

We've all had quite enough excitement
for one day,

don't you think?

- Hey!

- What do you want?

- I saw you with that drug-dealing
scumbag before.

- What's it got to do with you?

- People like you are filth.

I'd get rid of the lot of you.

But you know what?

I'm prepared to be lenient if you'll
do a wee job for us.

I want you to take a message to Fergal
Doherty's mammy.

- I'm guessing this isn't the first
time

Fergal's been involved in dealing
drugs.

Is that why you moved away?

I'm just trying to help you, Mrs
Doherty.

Will you have anything to say?

- I'm sorry.

- Look, in cases like these, we
usually have to call the police.

You don't look very concerned.

- You can't know what I feel.

There's nothing more I can do.

- Fine.

You'd better get back to work. I'll
let you know how he gets on.

- I've got a message for you.

From your Irish friend.

He wants a meeting. Front of the
school, tonight. Six o'clock.

Oh, and he said if he doesn't get what
he wants,

then your other boy's going to get it.

- What is it you're not telling me?

I know you're into drugs, and I know
you gave Harley something,

so this is a chance to defend
yourself.

I think you're scared of something, or
someone.

Fergal, talk to me.

I'm going to have to let Mr Byrne call
the police.

I would prefer it if you waited
outside.

- I know he's in trouble. I'm not here
to excuse him.

- Yeah, well, he's not saying much.

I just wanted to hear his side of the
story

before the police were called.

- If you give us a moment alone, maybe
I could get him to speak to you.

- Yeah, OK.

I won't be long, though.

- They've found us.

Are you hearing me?

- I saw him when I was up on the roof.

He's come for me, hasn't he?

I thought you said we'd be safe here.

I thought you said they wouldn't find
us.

What am I going to do?

I just want it to stop. I want it to
be over.

Mammy...

- It's OK. I'm here.

I'm going to sort this out.

- Sonya, that's a list of people to
cover Grantly's classes.

Can you type it up and do an amended
teaching list, please?

- Hi. There you go.

- Hi, I've gone through Grantly's
schedule and arranged cover for him.

- Good to see everyone mucking in.

- I'll see you later.

- Michael, can I have a quick word,
please?

Look, you know I totally respect your
private life, right?

- Oh, that's good.

- But I'm just a bit concerned about
your involvement with Christine.

- Are you actually telling me who I
should or shouldn't see?

- No, no, no, I'm just saying that I'm
worried her issues

might reflect badly on you.

- I made myself perfectly clear last
term.

- And my worries still stand.

Perhaps you should think about the
future

before things start to get serious.

- Too late. Christine and I are moving
in together.

- I, um, left my lesson plan.

- Grantly! Any news from the hospital?
Have they called?

What's the matter?

- What's the matter?!

I'll tell you what the matter is,

I told you I didn't want my private
life shared with all and sundry.

And what did you do?

- We had to tell them.

- I would have done that in my own
way, in my own time.

- I'm sorry, Grantly, where are you
going? Look, we're in this together.

- You can't donate!

Your diabetes means it's too much of a
risk for you.

- Right, there's still the dialysis.

You'll be fine. That'll sort you out.

- Do you know what?

I would really like some time on my
own.

- See you tomorrow.

- Tom?

How do you think Robbie's adjusting?

- He's probably more sorted about it
than the rest of us are.

- Yeah, but what if all this just
hasn't been the right move?

- He has our full support, that's what
matters.

- All right, thanks. Keep an eye on
her. Erm...

Him.

- Where's Fergal?

- He ran. I'm sorry, I couldn't stop
him. He'll have just gone home.

- He's not getting away with this!

- I know. I'll speak to him.

- Hang on.

I'm coming with you.

- So, Mr Byrne?

Moving in together, are we?

- Yeah, sorry, I did spring that on
you.

- It's all right. I realised it was
for Lorraine's benefit.

- You do know it doesn't have to be.

- Are you sure about this?

You're not doing it just to annoy
Lorraine, are you?

- Tempting as that is, no, I'm not.

- OK.

Let's do it.

- Mum!

You and Mr Byrne are moving in
together?

- I really want you to be pleased for
me, Connor.

- Yeah, of course I am.

Right, well, see you at home, then.

- Yeah. We can talk it all through.
The three of us.

- No-one's said anything, have they?

- No.

- Your mum looks happy.

- Pity to spoil it.

- You know, we don't have to tell
anyone.

Not until we get our own place.

- At least if Mum moves in with Mr
Byrne, she might go easier on us.

- Still doesn't seem right

going home to different places now
we're married.

- The sooner we find somewhere, the
better.

- Why hasn't Fergal come home yet?

- I don't know.

Look, you don't have to wait.

- Mrs Doherty, is there something
you're not telling me?

Theresa?

- I thought coming here would be a new
start.

That we could escape the way things
were.

We didn't leave home because we wanted
to.

We had to.

- What do you mean?

- Fergal was dealing drugs. And where
we come from,

it's not the place to take care of
drug dealers.

- So you were run out of town.

- It was either that, or they'd...

- What?

- They'd shoot him.

What could I do?

I'm his mother.

I couldn't let him get hurt.

And I couldn't let him go out on the
run on his own.

- So you brought him here.

- I thought it was best.

For him.

For Ally.

It broke my heart to leave him...

..but Fergal needed me more.

Only...

..I lied to him.

I said I'd keep him safe.

- And you have.

- They followed us. They're making me
choose.

- Choose?

- Between my sons.

If they don't get Fergal, they'll take
it out on Ally.

If I go to the police, they'll come
for us all.

It's gone too far.

I don't know what else to do.

- Please, let me help you. Where is
Fergal?

- At the school.

I told him to hide and that I'd
collect him at six.

But I won't be there, they will.

- I've been looking for you.

- Oi.

Fergal.

Fergal?

Who are you?

- Where is he?
- Who?

- Don't bother covering for him.

The junkie, pusher, scum of the earth.

- Then why don't we call the police?
- Like they'll be any use(!)

Sometimes you have to take matters
into your own hands.

- I'm just going to call the police.
- We're not going anywhere.

- You don't frighten me.

- No?

Where is he?

Or am I going to have to start doing
some real damage?

- I'm here.

It's me you want, leave her alone.

- Fergal, what's happening?

- He's here to hurt me.
- No.

- Stop right there.
- Fergal!

- What's going on? You agreed to this

- You gave me no choice.

- You want me to visit your other son?
Is that it?

- The Dohertys have left town. They're
not on your turf.

- Not good enough. He needs to pay.

- You're making this personal.

- It IS personal.

He killed my daughter.

- You can't take the law into your own
hands.

- She was only 15. And he hooked her
on pills.

- No.
- You killed her.
- I loved her.

- What do you know about love? You
were dealing!

- I wasn't. SHE was.

- No. No, not my Roisin.

- She was an addict!

- You killed my baby.

- I took stuff. I'm not saying I
didn't.

But me and Roisin, we were just trying
to get money to get away.

So... So she could get clean. I didn't
kill her.

After she died I had nothing

- I'm so sorry, son.

- SIRENS IN THE DISTANCE

- Is that why you set me up?

Because he threatened to kill Ally.

- I would never, ever wish harm on
either of you.

He made me choose.

You can't imagine.

- I'll fix this.

I'll never put you in danger again.

I want to hand myself in.

I gave a kid drugs today... and it's
not the first time.

- You're lucky Mr Byrne only suspended
you for a week.

- I'm really sorry.

- Well, at least the hospital gave you
the all clear.

- Er...

- What?

- A lady came in with a bunch of
equipment.

- She said she were a nurse and that
you were expecting her.

- She's... She's with Mr Budgen now.

- Are you going to tell us what's
wrong or...?

- Sit down.

Mr Budgen has got kidney failure.

He needs to get a kidney transplant.

Now, he's going to get dialysis.

That's what the machine's for. It just
keeps the kidneys going...

..until they can find us a donor.

- But he's not going to die though, is
he?

- Not if I've got anything to do with
it.

- It's OK, Mrs Budgen. We're going to
be here for you.

- We'll be fine.

- Are they OK?
- Well, I should get down to the
police station,

check this situation with the Dohertys
is all right.

We'll talk to Connor later.

- I can't help feeling Lorraine loves
clicking her fingers

and seeing you jump.
- Be fair, it is my responsibility.

- You can't deny she loves marching
around the place,

taking over interviews, employing the
new deputy head.

You don't want people thinking you're
not the one in control.

- Hey, I can manage her.

Don't forget, I remember Lorraine as a
15-year-old.

Yes, she's full of herself but she's a
mass of insecurities.

- I think she's got a mean streak.

- Well, I'm reassured she chose Nikki
as deputy head.

She won't have her head turned by
Lorraine. She's sensible.

OK?

- They need this place, don't they?

- Who?
- The kids.

No matter what crazy things are going
on in their lives...

..Waterloo Road's here to mop 'em up.

Keep them safe.

- You've just realised?!

- I don't think anyone can question
your appointment after all this.

- It wasn't, um, just the staff that I
wanted to prove myself to.

I don't want people thinking that I'm
your puppet.

- What?! You think I gave you the job
so I could pull the strings?

Nikki, the last thing I think of you
is that you're...

..manageable.

I've got some amazing plans for this
school. And, you and me,

we're the ones to make it happen.

- Here's your keys. Access all areas.

- If this goes wrong today,

well, you'll be buying us a leaving
card next.

CAR HORN BEEPS

- Oh, someone's excited.

- Let's see what they make of this.

- I love this place and your stupid
little stunt has just ruined it all.

- I believe you and Mrs Budgen have
had words.

- She hates me.

- We need to cut 30% of our running
costs.

- So your accountant makes the
decisions about we run the school?

- I hope you can accept that this is
the way forward.

- Go and serve your MUCK somewhere
else!

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