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Any second thoughts?

- No. None at all.

- I'm not Kacey no more, I'm Robbie.

- Right.

- We need to cut 30% off our running
costs.
- How much?!

- I hear you're looking to buy a
motor.

- Yeah, like he's going to buy one
from you.

- BARRY LAUGHS

- Do one.

- Thank you.

- I have to say...that is one hell of
a physique.

- I can't afford it.

- I'm going to do you a really good
deal.

- Connor, is this yours?
- Oh, it's great, isn't it?

- Grantly?! My God.

'He needs that transplant as soon as
possible

'because the longer he waits, the less
chance he has of making it.'

Would any of yous be prepared to be a
donor?

- Are you coming to watch me in the
chess tournament?

- You kidding me? Dynasty Barry
playing chess.

I'm so proud of you.

At last someone with the brains to
take on Kevin Chalk.

- I'm dead sorry Mr Budgen's out cold

but without him coaching me, I'm
sloped.

- You can always drop out of this
competition, if you want?

It's not too late.

- Why? Are you scared?

- Believe it or not, no.

So how long have you been playing
chess?

- A few weeks. Long enough to beat
you.

CAR ENGINE REVVING

He's got it coming to him, him.

HORN BEEPING

SQUEALS

Steve-O?

- I promised you I'd be back, didn't
I, babe?

Aren't you at least going to give me a
big hug?

Babe, I missed you so much. Oh, my
God!

- Who's he?

- Steve-O. Dynasty's boyfriend.

- Boyfriend? She never said.
- Well, he's been away.

- Uni?

- Her Majesty's pleasure.

- I thought you weren't out for ages?
- Parole.

I thought about you every day, you
know.
- I thought about you an' all.

- I just want us to have a fresh
start.

I've sorted us a flat in Liverpool.
Just the two of us.

- What?!
- I want to take care of you. Treat
you proper.

- How'd you like the sound of that,
eh? Lap of luxury.

Just what you've always wanted.

- Somebody could have woken us!

- Thought we'd let you have a lie-in
this morning.

- Well, thanks, but now yous'll just
have to make do with cereal.

- Again?
- How's Mr Budgen?

- Yeah, he's...doing OK.

It's just going to take a little time,
that's all.

- It's dead quiet without him. I hope
he comes home soon.

- Well, I read a story in Closer

about a woman that was in one of them
comas for 12 years.

- Yes, well, you don't want to believe
all the rubbish

you read in the mags, do you?

- But it's not rubbish, though.

It says sometimes they never even wake
up.

- (Shut up, you!)

- Look, hurry up, the lot of yous.
You're all going to be late.

- Are you coming to school today?

- Yeah, I've got an appointment with
Her Ladyship, Miss Donegan.

- What's she want?
- I've no idea.

Stumping up for Grantly's sick pay
might be nice.

This is it, babe.

The first day of the rest of our
lives.

- I can't just leave.

- Is this why you stopped writing?
Have you met somebody else?

- No. It's just...with my family
moving up here, it's far away.

- It's OK, I don't blame you...

..who wants a boyfriend in the nick?

I've changed, Dynasty.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

I've had a lot of time to think about
what I want.

I want you.

- Are you still robbing for a living?
- No, I've put all that behind me now.

I don't want to go back to prison.

I want a fresh start, just you and me.

- You say that, but...
- Listen, I mean it. I want to do
right by you.

- Is that an engagement ring?

- It's a beast, innit?

- It's gorgeous.
- Look, I don't want to put pressure
on you.

It's yours, no matter what happens
between us.

I know we've got a long way to go but
I want us to be together.

- I don't care what anyone says,
Dynasty,

I've got a fiver on you to win this
chess tournament.

- Oh, thanks, sir.
- Chess? You?

- Why wouldn't I?

- You know I love you, babe, but
chess?!

Isn't that for brainboxes?

- Well, that would rule you out, then,
mate, wouldn't it?

OK.

Are you going to tell this man to
leave the premises, or am I?

- This your teacher, Dyn?

- It's Mr Clarkson, he's the deputy
head.
- And you are...?

- I don't want you thinking I was
laughing at Dynasty.

We go back a long way.

If she's learned how to play chess,

then this school's doing something
right.

I'm really proud of you, babe.

Hey, maybe you could teach me how to
play chess?

That'd be a laugh!
- You said it.
- Come on.

- I'll be sticking around for a while.

Got a lot of making up to do.

- HORN BEEPS

- What are you doing, mate?

- You left early.

- You look very smart.

- Yeah, maybe a flak jacket would have
been more appropriate this morning.

Lorraine's efficiencies

should go down like a lead balloon in
the staff room.

- Just tell her to stick her
efficiencies.

- You want this place to stay open,
don't you?
- Well, of course I do...

- Lorraine stops writing the cheques
and it closes.

I thought you understood that?

- Well, maybe the vodka's destroyed my
brain cells.

- Hey, I don't want to have an
argument about this.

- Look, Michael, if you're under
siege,

let me cover Grantly's Head of Year
12.

I'd be willing to do it just for the
experience.

- You really think you're suited to
pastoral work?

- Well, clearly, you don't.

Thanks very much for the vote of
confidence, Michael(!)

- I'm under a lot of pressure, here.
I'd appreciate some support.

- You're not seriously thinking about
leaving?

- I don't know.

- You've never mentioned Steve-O
before.

- I didn't think he'd ever come back
for me.

- Out of sight, out of mind. Romantic.

- It wasn't like that...

it's the real deal.

- We have to wait on the A-level
options, obviously,

but we should be at capacity on the
core subjects.

- No-one can argue with the figures.

- It doesn't mean they're going to
like it, though.

- Who's not going to like what? Have I
missed something?
- No.

Nothing you won't hear about in the
staff meeting.

- Tom, could you give us a minute?

- Sure.

- Music?
- Yeah.

- Right...

- Where's my money?

The truck's not going to pay for
itself.

What's that? We agreed 50 a week.

- Look, I can't pay it. I didn't get
that job.

- It's not my problem. Get another.

Look...I'll lend you 30 to cover this
week's payment, as a favour,

but you'd better watch that interest,
mate...

it's a killer.

- I'm impressed.

- The only thing better than robbing a
bank is being one.

There's loads of skint kids here...

this place is a gold mine.

Hey, I'm lending to her...

..and to him...

..and his ma!

- I'm keeping the car for a bit. Don't
mind, do you?

- It's the least I could do.

Oi, Logan!

I'll see you later.

- Barry?

- What?!

- Was that Steve-O? Is he out?

- You steer well clear of him, OK?
- How come?

- Because I say so.

- You're ashamed of me, aren't you?
- No...

it's great having a little sister
that's a boy(!)

- Why does it bother you so much?
- Cos it's EMBARRASSING!

- I'll tell you what's embarrassing...

having a brother that's a complete
imbecile.

You don't even know how stupid you
are!

What is it with some boys?

It's like they're in their own group
that no-one else can fit into -

it's PATHETIC.

- It's called testosterone. It's the
moron hormone.

Beats me why you'd want some!

- MUFFLED CONVERSATION AND LAUGHTER

What's wrong?

- It's just there are pupils about.

- I don't understand. Are you
embarrassed?

- No, no, don't be silly.

Look, we're still on for lunch today,
aren't we?
- Of course we are.

I'll see you later.

- What's up?

- I'm just a wee bit out of practice,
I suppose.

- You'll be fine.
- Will I?

- Yeah! It's just like riding a bike,
innit,

once you get back in the saddle?

I'm not saying that you're...

or that...

He's a...

Nothing. I'm saying nothing.

- You were trying to avoid me!
- I've got your money.

- About time.
- Just not on me.

- You are having a laugh, right?
- I can get it.

Tomorrow. Honest.

- I want it by the end of school.

- Stay out my way, freak.
- Get stuffed!

- Come on. Hurry up!

- Has Logan been giving you grief?
- What's it to you?

- I could help you...with the
collecting.

- Yeah, that'd do it.

- What?

- You know...

the only reason people are messing me
around is because of you!

People used to fear our family and now
we're a joke.

- It's not true.

- Do you reckon?

- The efficiency report detailed
several areas for savings...

including staffing.

I know this is difficult but
the...facts speak for themselves.

- OK...

..we're running at 76% capacity on all
the core subjects

but only 37% in some of the A-level
options.

That means these subjects are almost
twice as expensive to run,

which, in turn, prevents us expanding
the curriculum.

- We're offering subjects the pupils
don't want and not the ones they do.

This is the 21st century -

computer literacy is as important as
reading and writing these days.

It's what the kids want,

which is why, this afternoon, we're
going to open up a new IT lab.

- So, you're talking about cutbacks,
then splashing out on computers?

- No, Tom.

They're a donation from me and they're
not going to cost a penny

but we need to reduce staff
expenditure by at least 20%,

it's as simple as that.
- You mean redundancies.

- No, that's precisely what we're
trying to avoid.

- But if there's anyone who'd consider
taking voluntary redundancy,

I am putting together a package.
- So, it is all about money?

- No, Audrey, it's about efficiency.

Take your history A-level, for
example...

..what's that, ten pupils in Year 12,
eight in Year 13?

You could be teaching a class of 30.
THAT is a lot of empty seats.

Now, the Year 11s make their AS-level
choices tonight.

Tomorrow we're going to draw up a new
curriculum

based on which subjects we should be
offering.

- What, so the kids dictate the
curriculum?!

- So are you saying I have to justify
history

by filling up some sort of quota?

- Yeah, that's exactly what I'm
saying.

A quota of 20, to be precise.

- Lorraine will be lucky to avoid a
mutiny.

The whole department's under threat.
It's slash and burn.

- Look, nobody wants this but we have
to stick together.

- So, let me help you.
- How do you mean?

- Well, they're talking about cuts
across the board,

if I do Grantly's Head of Year work
for free,

that will help fight the cuts. It's a
no-brainer, surely?

- It's not that simple.

- You're just not willing to give me a
chance.

- No, it's not about you.

It's about what's best for the school,
that's all.

BELL RINGS

All right, let me think about it,
then, OK?

Today, the Year 11 students take their
AS-level options

and the school is here to help you
decide.

As you're probably aware, Mr Budgen
remains in hospital.

I'm sure you'll join me in wishing him
well. Our thoughts are with him.

I'll be running this afternoon's chess
competition in his absence.

I hope you'll go along and support
Kevin Chalk

and the other Waterloo Road
competitors.

- OR you could come and check out the
new IT lab?

Now, I believe IT is essential and at
the heart of every job.

I mean, history, English, theatre
studies...

- (They're my subjects.)

- ..they're fine, right, but are they
going to get you a good job?

Shakespeare's all very well

but the only job it'll get you comes
with a peaked hat

and the words, "Would you like fries
with that?"

- PUPILS LAUGH

Or perhaps, "Ambition should be made
of sterner stuff"?

Julius Caesar, Act III, Scene II.

I'm sure Miss Donegan will agree

that Shakespeare has a thing or two to
teach us.

Year 11 AS-level options

in the assembly hall after school,
thank you.

- Good luck...

..make sure you make the right choice.

- Are you OK?

- What am I doing here, Imogen?

- A-levels?
- You heard Miss Donegan. She thinks
my A-levels are pointless.

That I'm wasting my time. What if
she's right?

- Is this to do with your flashy
boyfriend turning up?

- Yeah, no. I don't know.

I just need to think.

- How's Grantly?

- No change. The doctors can't tell us
anything.

He could be like this for months.

- I see. You must be worried sick.

- Yeah, I am.

I really should be at the hospital.

I take it this is about the sick pay
and the leave, and that?

- Yeah, there isn't any more leave,
Maggie.

That's why I called you in.

I can only allow you the one week off.

- What?
- I can't afford to have two members
of staff off indefinitely.

I need you back at work with immediate
effect.

- I need to be with Grantly...
- I wish I could give you more time

but, like you said, this could go on
for months.

- Let me get this straight, right.

My husband is in a COMA and you are
sending us back to work?!

- Sorry.

Obviously, I don't mean to put any
pressure on you.

- Oh, I know what you mean, Miss
Donegan.

Being ill isn't in your budget. You've
made yourself CRYSTAL!

- Maggie?

What are you doing back?
- Ask Donegan.

She can't have me and Grantly off
indefinitely, she says.

- Ah, that woman's getting out of
control.

- Oh...I suppose I can't blame her.

Well, it's my fault, really, isn't it?

I mean, if I had found somebody to be
a donor sooner,

then Grantly wouldn't be lying in a
blooming coma, would he?

- No, don't go blaming yourself.

There's hundreds of people, thousands,
looking for a kidney.

- Thanks for reminding me, Tom. Nice
one.

- I just saw Dynasty with some guy.

- Yeah, that's her boyfriend. Imogen
told me.

- She's got a boyfriend?

- Turned up this morning.

- She never said.

- You bothered, like?
- As if.

- Cos I think she's well into you.
- Dynasty? Get real.

- Straight up. This whole chess thing
is just to impress you.

- Well, it doesn't matter now anyway,
does it?

Not if she's got a boyfriend.

- Hey. It's a lot of boxes.

- It's the delivery for the IT lab.

Surplus from one of Lorraine's other
companies.

She wants me to get it set up by lunch
time,

but I wasn't expecting so much stuff.

- Do you want some help?

- Would you?

You're an angel.

OK.

This is going to take forever.

- Not necessarily. Come on, load me
up.

OK.
- You got it?

Thanks.

- BELL RINGS

- So have you picked anything up
recently?
- What?

- In your pickup truck.

- Ah, no wonder you're single.

- Your creative writing. It's good.

You could do better.

- See? Great.

- You're not going to get an A star
every time.

You have to work for them. And,
anyway, a C's good.

- Hey, you really excelled yourself.

- Right, quieten down. We need to
crack on.

Milton's Paradise Lost...
- The point is, you could get whatever
you want.

- Yeah, you're right...
- Last lesson we were looking at some

of the different themes of the poem...
- ..I could.

- ..marriage, free will and criticism
of the idolatry...

- Good morning!

When I was a little girl,

I found this sword buried up to the
hilt in the woods near my home.

Now I didn't realise it then, but my
love of history,

my PASSION for history began that day.

The word "historia" is Greek for
enquiry

and my head was full of questions.

Whose sword was it? How did it get
there?

Whom had it killed?

- PUPILS GASP

- Now, in learning about this sword, I
learnt about myself

and my connection with my past.

We cannot understand ourselves unless
we understand our history...

and today you are all going to begin
investigations

into your OWN histories.

YOU might find that your ancestors
arrived on a Viking longboat.

And you may well have connections

with the Industrial Revolution in
Manchester.

Whatever...whatever it is you
discover, it will amaze you.

So, let's get started

and on with the quest!

- PUPILS LAUGH

Steve-O? What are you doing here?

Where'd you get this gear?

- Who cares? Couldn't get to see you
any other way.

- What are you like?

- Believe me...

I'd do a lot more than this to get to
spend time with you.

Come here.

- That one can go there. Space for
them all, like I said.

- Very impressive.

I do hope Miss Donegan is appreciating
you.
- I wonder.

- It's true. You put so much into
everything you do

and that is a very special quality to
have.

- Yeah, well, I couldn't have done any
of this without you.

So...thank you.

- We make quite a good team, eh?

Your brains, my body - it's perfect.

BUBBLE WRAP POPPING

THEY LAUGH

- So are you coming with me, or what?

- I don't know, Steve-O. I like this
place.

- This dump? But it's not like
Liverpool, is it, babe?

Don't you miss it? The city, the buzz,
ME?

Think of all the fun we used to have.

We can do all that again.

You don't need this any more. I've got
us a place, all sorted.

On the Albert Dock.
- Yeah?

- Serious.

Top spec, river views...

..this is about us now.

Just me and you.

- You are serious, aren't you?

- I've been waiting for this for a
long time.

So what do you say?

- So next week I will have expected
you all to have

completed your historical
investigations, or else!

- That was brilliant, Miss.

I can't believe I'd enjoy history so
much.

- Good, well, there'll be plenty more
of that at A-level next year.

- No, I'm not doing history A-level.

Got to think about my future, not my
past. I'll be doing IT.

- Can I help you, pal?
- No, I don't think you can, mate.

- Why don't you do us a favour, then,
and sod off?

I think that young kid fancies you.

- As if.
- I can tell.

Which is why you're leaving this
school and coming back home with me.

- I'd better go, Steve-O.

- Go get your things together. I'll be
waiting.

- Hi, everyone. I just wanted to let
you know today is my last day.

Aren't you going to say anything?
- Like what?

Well done, you're fulfilling your
potential as a gangster's moll.

- Gangster's moll...

or fiancee?

- Oh, God, it's getting worse and
worse.

- That's a bit rich, coming from you,
Imogen.

I mean, at least I've got a
businessman as a partner

and not some sad, pathetic loser of a
schoolboy

who still lives with his mother.

- Yeah, well, bye-bye, Dynasty.

- Oh, look, someone's relieved that
I'm not going to make a show of them

at the chess tournament.

- Oh, get real, you're just a bimbo

and everybody knows bimbos don't play
chess.

- THEY LAUGH

You OK?
- It's Barry, he's doing my nut in.
Will you talk to him?

- I can't. I'm not going to be around.
I'm going to Liverpool with Steve-O.

- For good?

- Time comes when you've got to do
things on your own.

You're ready for that and you and
Barry, you'll sort it out.

- Not without you.

- You've come so far on your own...

you don't need me any more.

- Yeah, you're right. I did do it all
by myself.

Wish I could say the same for you,
though. Enjoy the EASY life, yeah?

- Sir?
- Yeah.

- I'm not grassing her up or anything,
but it's Dynasty.

- What is it?

- Barry?

Did you know about Dynasty and
Steve-O?

- Course. She's done well for herself.

- We can't just let her go. Will you
speak to her, please?

- And say what?

- If she goes, I'll have no-one to
talk to.

It'll just be you and me up here.

- You can go visit her. See her every
weekend if you want.

- Please.

- Listen to yourself. You're whining,
just like a girl.

- "Complete the table to show the
arrangement of electrons

"in oxygen atoms."

- Hello, Einstein, we're supposed to
be working in a group.

Hello, Earth to Robbie?
- What?

- What's up?

- I'm going to show them that I'm not
some whining girl.

- Less chat, more work, please.

- So, just like that, you're going to
drop everything? Sit down.

Sounds like a cop-out to me.

- But why stay in school if I don't
have to, sir?

- I thought you wanted to pass your
exams?

I thought it was important to you?
- You heard what Miss Donegan said.

We need an A in theatre studies.

All that effort and you'll just end up
signing on, no thanks.

Why waste a year here when I could
just start my life now?

- It's not a waste, Dynasty. You of
all people should know that.

- Me? Why me, sir?

- Education is the one thing that
no-one can take away from you.

It gives you options. If you don't sit
your exams, you won't have them.

You never know when you might need
them.

- Thanks, sir, but I've made up my
mind. Can I go now?

- Fine, I'll get Sonya to do the
paperwork.

Dynasty...

you dress it up how you like,

from where I'm sitting, it's a
cop-out.

- PHONE RINGS

- Hello, babes.
- Steve-O, guess what? I'm on my way.

- Hey, that's fantastic news. Listen,
I'm just doing something.

Give me an hour.
- OK.

- OK, listen. Meet me at the car park
outside school.

Love you.

- I'll see you later.

BELL RINGS

- Oh, where are you going with those?

- Erm...
- I'm set up. I'm done already.

- There's been a mix-up with the
orders. Sorry. We're sorting it.

- Hurry up, yeah.

- You'd be mad to take history. It's
just completely pointless.

- Doing something you're not
passionate about,

now that's useless.

- What do you think, sir?
- About what?
- Like, what subjects to pick.

- Well...

I think you should choose the subjects

that give you the most out of YOUR
life.

- Even Mr Byrne agrees with me.

- And I think you should remember that

there's more to life than just a job.

There's a whole wide world out there

and you're not going to see it all
from the inside of an office.

- Come on, then. It's the moment
you've all been waiting for.

Your new IT lab is officially open.

- Wow. This is great.

- Come on, then, don't be shy. It's
here for you to use...

so use it.

Sonya?

I thought I told you I wanted this
place ready.

Where are the other computers?

- There was a mix-up. They're bringing
the right ones now.

- It's not quite Silicon Valley but
it's a start.

- It's the future -

innovation, self-learning, enterprise.

That's what this school's all about.

- A computer can't replace a teacher,
though, Miss Donegan.

As for self-learning, you've clearly
never worked with children.

- If you think the kids of today are
into dusty old books, Miss McFall,

you clearly haven't worked with them
either.

- Miss, I need some books on Congolese
history, to help with my project.

Can you please help me find them?

- As long as the ones we find are
dusty and old, I'd be delighted.

- Mr Budgen's predicted grades for
Year 12.

- Already?

It's just...I don't think we usually
get them so early.

- Well, you've got them now.

- Shouldn't we wait until Mr Budgen's
better?

- No.

Make sure you bring those to Mr
Byrne's attention.

- I need my mobile out the phone drop.
- You going somewhere?

- I'm going to Liverpool, for good,
with my boyfriend.

- No way.
- Look.

- Wow.

You, er, never even mentioned you had
a fella?

- Oh, er, he's been away.

We've got a flat, though, on the
harbour dock. Two bedrooms, the lot.

- Oh, what I wouldn't give...

- I'm made up, Sonya. I really am.

- No wonder.

- PHONE RINGS

- Hello, Waterloo Road, Sonya
speaking.

Oh, yeah, there was a mix-up with the
IT order.

Your guy said so himself.

I see.

And you're sure a uniform was taken?

Right.

OK.

Thanks.

There you go.

- Reckon you owe my bro money.

- Get off.
- Reckon you pay up, now!

- Er, what are you doing?
- Mind your own.

- Who do you think you are?

- Robbie Barry, you got a problem with
that?

- I am SO sorry!

- It's OK. I believe your lunch is
cold by now.

- I just got caught up in something
and I...

I forgot.

- It's OK. Really, it doesn't matter.

- I'm just not very good at this, am
I?

It's just it's been so long

since I've had to factor someone else
into my life.

- What is that famous saying, eh?
Practice makes perfect.

- Perhaps we could do dinner tonight?
My treat.

Think of it as practice.

- OK.

- Your payment's overdue. You owe my
brother.

- So?
- Pay up or else.

- What are you going to do about it?

Check in there.

Lost her.

- With Grantly being ill,

I'm making sure the departmental work
is getting done.

- Looking for Brownie points from
Michael, are we?

- They're hard to come by, believe me.

So, have you sent in your
interpretation questions

for the mocks yet?

I might have missed your email.
- I'll do them today.

I've been a little distracted.

- Hi, Maggie. What brings you in here?

- Lady Muck is too grand to eat in the
canteen with everybody else.

- Like you don't have enough on your
plate.

It must be hard being back at work.

- I should be with Grantly.

I mean, what if he wakes up and I'm
not there?

- Maybe it's best you get stuck in.
Take your mind off things?

- I don't want to take my mind off
Grantly,

thank you very much, Christine...

..though everyone else seems to.

I'm in there every minute I can be...

but...I can sit all day reading him
the Racing Post,

it's not going to bring him round, is
it?

- He's in the best hands.

- He needs more than the best hands,
Christine.

He needs a kidney transplant, cos
without one he's going to die.

- That came across as, "Whip out one
of your right kidneys now

"and hand it over to Grantly."

- She's desperate.

- Here she is. My little princess.

- I'm ready to go.

- This is it. You ready for the time
of your life?

- Ah, me mum. She'll be made up an'
all.

- I look forward to seeing Carol. I
used to fancy your mum!

- I'll put me bag in the boot.
- Babe, wait!

- What are these?

- Just trying to make a living, babe.

Started flogging a few second-hand
computers.
- Well, they look new.

- Don't look at me like that. It's
legit.

- So that's why you had the uniform on
-

to rob those computers.

- Please, babe, it's just a few
computers,

not worth falling out over.

There's three months' rent there, for
our flat.

- What an idiot I've been. You're
nothing but a lying thief!

- You're going to be a competitor
down.
- Oh?

- Dynasty Barry has decided she's
leaving us.

- Why? I thought we were getting
somewhere with Dynasty.
- Yeah, I know.

Look, I tried to talk her out of it -

there's a boy on the scene, so she's
gone. Just like that.

- God. OK, I'll talk to her mother
after the tournament.

- This is Mrs Carol Barry you're
talking about?
- Yeah, it is.

- Like she was going to turn up
anyway.

- Don't pretend like you're not
disappointed. You were WELL into her.

- No, I'm not.

- OK, everyone. Welcome to the
Waterloo Road Inter School Chess
Tournament.

Now the teacher who organised this, Mr
Budgen,

sadly, isn't very well, so he can't be
with us,

but I'm sure that he'd be thrilled
with the marvellous turn-out.

So, if you're all ready?

Let's play.

- Look, I'm sorry, babe. It all
happened so quick.

I just wanted to impress you.

Pretend I had some money and all that.
- Just shut up!

- Look, when I leave the nick, alls I
get is a week's cash.

I just needed something to tide me
over till I find a job.

I won't go robbing again, I swear.
- I'm taking them back.

- No, you're not.
- Go on, then!

Yeah, you would do that, wouldn't you?

- Of course not. Look, what's going on
here, Dyn, eh?

When do you suddenly go all Girl Guide
on me,

over a few knocked-off bits?

- I've changed, all right?

That is my school and they're the
schools computers

and they're going back, and so am I.

I am worth SO much more than you!

You can shut the boot now and don't
follow me

cos I'll just call the police.

- Dynasty! Please!

- # Hard to know

# Maybe if I skim the stone?

# Walk a different way back home?

# It would all make sense. #

- What are you doing with them?

- Just say I got them off someone I
used to know.

- You do realise you've saved my skin?

- Just don't say it was me that
brought them back, OK?

- I thought you was off to Liverpool?

- Not any more.

He's a dirty, lying toerag and, well,
I fell for it.

Guess I'm just as thick as everyone
thinks I am, aren't I?

- Aw, babe, don't say that.

You will get over him, yeah?

- Yeah, I know I will.

I've learned a massive lesson and...

to think I was giving all this up for
him.

- You are an angel.

Thanks.

- Hey, you see? All's well that ends
well.

Come on, let's go and finish this
delivery.

- Thank you.

- See you at the A-level sign-in?
- Maybe.

- You OK?
- Just leave it, yeah?

- Fine.

You know what?

I LIKED you when you were Kacey but I
don't like you like this.

You need to be true to yourself and
stop acting like someone you're not.

- Look, don't go mad...but I made an
executive decision

to get up to speed with Grantly's Head
of Year work.

If I don't do it, no-one else will.

I have to say a lot of it is not a
pretty sight.

- Well, thank you very much.

That's over and above the call of
duty.

- I don't think admin is Grantly's
forte.

- There's a lot more to the Head of
Year job than admin.

- Well, that's why I want a crack at
it.

I am hungry for more responsibility,
Michael.

- Checkmate.
- Well done, Kevin. Yes.

- The winner, Kevin Chalk!

See you all later in the hall for the
presentation, thank you.

Dynasty? I thought you were leaving
us?

- I made a mistake. I really want to
come back.

- Good.

You made the right decision.

- I'm really pleased.

- You here to congratulate the
champion, then?

- You won't be the champion for long.

- The tournament's over.

- You haven't played me yet.

- You're on.

- Let's give them some space.

- You're not calling me a bimbo and
getting away with it.

- We could make this a recurring
event.

You know your way down to the hall?

All right, I'll see you in a moment.
Thanks.

- I'm going out of my way for you and
the school,

and you're giving me nothing.

- Look, I'm grateful.

- Really? Because I'd say that you're
avoiding me. Why?

- We can talk about this later, OK?

- Later never comes with you, does it,
Michael?

- I feel like such a prat.

I reckon you spoke to soon, about my
brains.

- Perhaps, but we still showed them we
make a good team.

- No way. Lorraine's never going to
let me stay after this.

I practically held the door open, so
that bloke could rob us.

- Come on now. It was not your fault.

- She ain't going to see it like that.

I'd better go and tell her.

- Why?
- I can't lie about it.

- So, don't lie.

Tell her that the laptops have been
delivered.

It's the truth, in a way.

- I wouldn't want to put you in a
difficult position.

- Come on. I know how to keep a
secret.

- So do I.

Oh. Sorry. I shouldn't...

- You can resign if you want?

- You're not that good.

You shouldn't do that. Use your
rook...here.

So what happened to your ape of a
boyfriend?

- I dumped him.

- Checkmate.

- You win.

- She's blown me out. Says she's not
coming!

- What? What's happened?
- YOU tell me.

She was the only thing keeping me
going inside. She's all I've got.

YOU where supposed to be keeping your
eye on her.

This is your fault.

- I don't know what you're talking
about, mate, just...

- She's doing someone else!
- Just calm down.
- Don't you get it? Got to be.

Who is it?
- Don't be daft. She's well into you,
mate.

- She's cheating. She must be.

If I find out that you know...I'll
kill you...

..then I'll kill him.

- Barry?

I've been looking for you everywhere.

- Kacey?!

What's going on? You look like a right
lezza.

- I'm not a lezza.

- She reckons she's a lad.

You know what kids are like, it's just
a phase.

- It's not a phase.

- You don't sound like a lad.

You don't front like a lad.

You're not exactly DD up top, are you?

I'm confused.

- I've been seeing a doctor about it.

- Whoa! She's having a sex change.
Serious?

Oh, my days, are you growing a pair?

Ah, come on, give us a look.

- Leave it out, mate.

- Come on. Show us what you've got,
eh?
- Get off me!

Help me.
- Show us what you've got.

- ROBBIE CRIES

- Come on.

Still look like a girl to me.

Think that doctor's taking the mick.

If I was you, I'd be asking for my
money back.

- That's Barry's.
- What?

The debt money? You collected it?

- Well, it belongs to me now.

Just like that poxy little business of
yours.

Need something to tide me over.

I'm sticking around till I get your
sister back...

..and you're going to be helping
me...OK?

- # Roll the dice, I got your number

# Hit the jackpot Underneath the cover

# I's intoxicated You like a drug,
girl

# Grab a glass, gonna rain tequila
Tequila, tequila, tequila. #

- 21! I've done it - just, but I've
DONE it.

- Never doubted it.

- 25 for art and design, 20 for music,

22 for religious studies, I could go
on but...

- Well, it looks like we'll be
retaining the current curriculum after
all.

- You know, I am fighting to keep this
school open here.

Why do I feel like I'm having to fight
half my staff too?

- We all want the school to succeed,
Lorraine.

- Good, cos I want everyone pulling in
the same direction here.

- I'm sorry, Miss Donegan.

I'm just SO relieved to be a teacher
still here.

- Well, I suggest you get a good
night's sleep, Audrey.

Both Mr Hanley and Miss McCoy took
voluntary redundancy today.
- What?

- You're now in a department of one.

- I hope you've worked up an appetite?

- I'm sorry.
- Dinner. I'm doing my special chilli
con carne.

We have cause to celebrate.

I'll tell you all about it.

Do you know, I'm really pleased you're
here?

Bye, Sonya.
- Yeah, see you tomorrow.

- Oh, hello. I'm phoning about the
advert in today's Telegraph.

Yeah.

Erm, could you send me out an
application form, please?

Thanks.

Erm, can I phone you back? Thanks.

- Christine?
- Hi.

- Look, I've been a bit on edge today
and I'm sorry.

Fancy a bit of dinner tonight?

Just the two of us.

- Do you know something, Michael?

I can't tell you how much I needed you
to ask me that.

- Good. I'll grab my stuff.

- Robbie? Robbie?
- Don't call me that.

- Hey. I'm not going to leave you
until you tell me what the problem is.

- Can't you see what the problem is?

It's me, I'm a fake.

- In what way?

- I've been telling everyone that I'm
a boy but that's crap and they know
it.

I'm not a boy, I'm a girl.

- Girl, boy. Boy, girl.

What does it matter?

- SOBS

- I want to be dead.

- Hey, now that is a nonsense.

Think about Mr Budgen lying in that
hospital bed.

Fighting for his every breath because
he knows how precious life is, as it
is for you.

- I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean it.

- Anyway, what would the school team
do if you weren't around? We'd be
sunk.

- I have this dream that a Liverpool
scout will spot me

and he'll tell the manager I'm the
next Gerrard.

- You don't have to be a boy to play
football.

- It's not the same.

- Look at the Arsenal Ladies, twice as
good as the men.

- Three times.

- Do you know what? I am kicking
myself here.

I don't know why I didn't set up a
girl's football team again.

I'm going to do it, Robbie.

- It's Kacey. I just want my name
back.

I know everyone will be laughing at me
but...

- Well, you're young.

You don't have to make any big
decisions right now about who or what
you are.

If you want Kacey back, then that's
fine.

If you want to change your name again,
that's fine too.

It's nobody else's business but yours,
right?

Right, well, we are going to set up
this girl's football team, Kacey.

You are going to be the captain

and the first thing we are going to do
is take on the boys.

- There's our Dynasty. I thought she
was leaving with that creep.

- She's got some good news for you
there.

- Why? What's going on?

- It took some persuading but I
finally realised what a lying,

cheating scumbag Steve-O really is.

Thanks, sir.

- Er...

..you two have a chat.

- I'm binning off Robbie... for now
anyway.

- Never liked that name anyway.

Sir? Are you going to see Mr Budgen?

- Yeah.

- Tell him sorry I didn't win for him.

Sometimes winning isn't everything, is
it?

- What's he staring at?

- Come and say hello.

- Oi!

- I gave you 20 this morning.

- That was your last payment. Well, to
me anyway.

- What do you mean?
- You're going to be paying someone
else. His name's Steve-O.

- Well, who's that?

- Bit of advice, pay up on time.

- I can't believe you was going to
leave today.

- Seemed like a good idea. Escaping.

- People do that, don't they? Things
get a bit tough -

staying and sticking it out, that's
the hard thing.

- Rhiannon, man, pick your bag up!
Nearly broke me blooming neck.

Tom, erm, I'm just heading to
hospital. Can it keep?

- I'm not going anywhere. You do
believe that, don't you?

- It's just not that easy, is it?
Trust.

- I can't sit back and do nothing any
longer.

I'd like to be a donor for Grantly.

- I think for the first time in my
life, I know exactly what I want.

- What's that?
- This.

I'm going to go check on Robbie.

We'll do this again sometime, yeah?

- Don't go.

I can help you with your English
essay...and I...

- Are you going to kiss me, or what?

PHONE RINGS

- What do you want?
- Come to give you a bit of advice.

- Yeah? What?
- Come here.

Closer.

Now, you stay away from my girl.
Understood?

(Good boy.)

I'll be watching you.

I want 150 by lunch time today.

The rest we'll take care of.
- What rest?

- Look who's come to play.

- Hey, Josh. How are you?
- Hiya.

- And how does your son feel about all
this?

- He's, erm...he's proud, I guess.

Supportive.

- Hiya, babe.
- Who do you think you are?

I go out with who I want, when I want!

- It's not my fault I've got more of a
life than you.

So kill me if I've got nothing better
to do than polish my halo.

- I'm sick and tired of always being
second best to everyone.

- EXPLOSIVE BLAST

- No, Conor!

- Are you telling me that you and
Nikki are having a personal
relationship?

- I'm not telling you anything.

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