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- I am a teacher at your school.
- No, you're not.

You're just a feeble old man in
pyjamas.

- Ban ji, zao chen. (Morning, school).

- I put my faith in you and you have
let me down.

I need you to come through for me, and
fast.

- I'm raising my fees. OK?

- I'll have you kicked out of here
quicker

than your feet can touch the ground.
- You wouldn't do that.
- Try me!

- If you're just doing this to get at
me, Connor, it's working.

- Yeah, that's it. Because it's all
about you, isn't it?

- He's coming back to school.
- ALL: Grantly's return!

# If you want to ride

# A rainbow, come with me

# I will take you... #

- All done?

This isn't going to be our life
forever, you know?

We're going to do things. Lots of
things.

- Cheltenham Festival.
- Horse racing?

No, no, I mean...I mean...I'm talking
about seeing the world.

All the historical sights.

The Hanging Gardens of Babylon.

- They were a poetic creation.

- What, you mean they're not real?

- No, but if they were, I'd like to
see them with you.

- I love you, Grantly Budgen. You do
know that, don't you?

- You really think giving up Mandarin
to chop vegetables

is a good career move?
- Mum, get off my case.

You know, I could give you a hard
time.
- Oh, is that right?

- Yeah, like the empty bottle of vodka
I found in the bin last week.

- I did not drink a drop of that. It
went straight down the sink.

- I know. Trust me, I always know when
you've been drinking.

- LOUD MUSIC AND CHATTER

Oh. Right. Thanks.
- Thought I'd save you the journey.

- I am not an invalid.

I think I can manage to walk to the
local shop.

- Do you want some breakfast?

- Will you lot shut up!

MUSIC STOPS

I cannot hear myself think.

I'm sorry?
- Why don't you sit down, I'll bring
you toast.

Going back to work after a long break
is not easy.

- I'm fine, there's no need to worry.

- Good luck, Kacey!

- Yeah, watch you don't get your brain
scrambled, Kacey.

- Like yours is already, you mean?

I'm going to come back and wave my
medal in your face.

- What medal?

- She wants to go for the Commonwealth
Games.

She can do it, can't she, miss?

- It's going to take some doing,
Kacey.
- You said she was talented.

- Well, anything's possible, but...

Do you know what? It's good to have a
goal. Yeah, why not?

- Kace reckons she's going to walk it
today, Baz.

I reckon she'll get battered.

- Yeah?

- Oh, no, no, no. I don't mean she's
not good or anything, I just mean...

- Shut up, you div. It's no contest -
she will get battered.

The girl she's fighting has been
boxing for ages.

Had proper training and everything.

Only thing I can do is make loads of
money out of it.

Tell everyone she's going to win. Do
you hear me?

- You don't want to be late for your
first day back, sir.

- Come on, love. You can teach
standing on your head.

- I don't want to go back any more. I
can't do it.
- You can.

- I can't do it.
- Christine is expecting you.

You're not giving up 20 yards from the
door.

- I think after nearly 40 years I've
earned the right.

- Well, I don't want you to give up.

You have not been through hell these
past few months

just to jack it all in.

Look at our kids. They look up to you.

Let's just get today over with.

- Suppose one day won't make any
difference.

- Who knows what deadly bacilli are
lurking in this place.

- Grantly! Lovely to see you.

- Thanks. Wish I could say the feeling
was mutual.

- Oh, listen to him.

- Sorry, excuse me.

Have you cleaned in here?
- Aye.

- Really? It doesn't look like it.

- I'm a cleaner, not a dishwasher.

- But surely part of your
responsibility

is to tidy this room, is it not?

- I'm two cleaners down and all I've
got is a wee lassie from Moldova.

I can't be everywhere.

- Might I remind you that you and your
cleaning staff

are employed directly by the school?

- He's a pompous little...

- Excuse us, we need to have a word
with Christine.

- To ease you back in, Maggie and I
thought you might like to

help out with the National Schools
Poetry Competition this morning?

- I thought Tom was doing...

I mean, I thought he'd done that.

- He didn't finish it.

And today's the last day to pick
Waterloo Road's submission.

I've arranged for a presentation in
the lecture theatre

after school and I need you to work
your magic.

Get the poems up to scratch and then,
pick the winning entry.

- He'll do a great job, Christine,
won't you?

- Oh, of course. I don't mind playing
St Jude for the day.

- Thanks, Grantly.

And it is really great to have you
back.

- I'm sorry, Christine. He was mad
keen to get back,

I don't know what's got into him.

- Are you sure he's not coming back
too soon?

- He'll be fine once he gets a few
lessons under his belt.

- Are you two out for a stroll or on
your way to class? Out of the way.

- He's a stuck up so-and-so, that
Windsor.

Don't you worry, Olga pet, he won't
make a fool of me again.

Biggest mistake he ever made.

- Just talk to her.
- I'm not saying she'll forgive you,

but she'll talk to you.

- And that'll make things a lot less
awkward for us.

- Hi.
- All right?

- Hi. I'm really looking forward to
seeing Kacey box today.

- Don't talk to her. She doesn't want
anything to do with you.

- I can speak for myself, Barry.

But he's right. I've got nothing to
say to you.

- Commonwealth Games?

- I know, it's ambitious, but she's
really up for it.

- Are you sure she's good enough?

It's not really your area of
expertise, is it?

- I know I'm no coach, but I know
talent and ambition when I see it.

- But as you say, you're no coach.

- Sorry I'm late. Just supervising the
boxing ring being delivered.

We're all set.
- Just remember the PTA aren't too
happy about it.

- It's going to be a great event. It's
all down to Nikki here.

Kacey's going to do us proud.

- I know she will.
- Long term, she's going to need
financial backing.

- I've got a student council meeting
today.

I'll put fund-raising for her on the
agenda.

- Well, we can discuss that at a later
date.

Nikki, I hope it all goes well. Thank
you.

Simon, NQT observations.

I haven't had a chance to see one of
Sue's classes yet.

How's she doing?
- No problems.

Really hitting the ground running.

- Moving forward, let's hope we'll all
be on the same page.

Indeed, singing from the same hymn
sheet.

- That's the first time I've seen you
smile since Princess left.

- Was that a smile? I suppose it was.

- Well, I'm assuming Mr Clarkson has
filed your poems somewhere.

- We haven't even wrote them yet, sir.

- Right. Well, the general rule of
poetry used to be simple.

Nowadays, practically anything passes
as poetry.

- Do you mean like pop songs?
- And rap.

- Rap?!

I am not reading any of 'dat' rubbish.

Just remember, it's easiest to write
about something you know well,

that you care about.

- Sir, can I use my laptop?

- Providing it's used appropriately,

and there's no copying from the
Internet.

- We want to determine the order of
the reaction in respect to...

- DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

LAUGHTER

- ..in respect to the hydrogen ions.

Now, as you know, iodate...

- MUSIC PLAYS LOUDER

- As you know, the iodate ions are an
oxidising agent...

..which reacts with sulphate ions in
acidic solution...

- MUSIC PLAYS LOUDER

- ..solution to, to produce...

- Miss, are you going to let them do
that?

- If they don't want to learn, then
that's their business.
- No, but I do.

And I won't if you can't control them!
- Ooooh!

- I'm better off teaching myself.

- Oh, pass the sick bag!

- Er...I've just realised I've left
something in the staffroom.

- Jobcentre opens at ten, miss!

- Right! I'd like to hear a few
opening lines, if possible.

Lula, you've had technological
support. Anything?

- I'm still doing my research.

Harley's finished.

- Mr Taylor, let's hear it. Right, pin
back your lug holes, everyone.

Here comes Waterloo Road's Simon
Armitage.

- "For you.

"If I could pray your pain away, I
surely would.

"If I could hold you fast until your
fear had passed,

"I'd try.

"If I could cry your weary..."
- Stop!

Perhaps Mr Clarkson didn't make it
clear,

but entries for the competition must
be original pieces of work.

Copying and pasting from the Internet
is strictly verboten.

- I didn't copy it.

- You can't kid a kidder, son. I saw
you on that thing.

- I was helping Lula. I did this! I
did, didn't I?

- Sir, he...
- Enough! I don't want to hear it!

Heads down. You've got until break.

HE LAUGHS

CHATTERING

- Let's look ahead.

I'm talking about our futures.

Life, death, marriage.

- Are you OK, miss?
- Absolutely, never better.

I mean, I know what I want to do with
my life.

- Give up teaching?

- No, Imogen. Get married.

I am having the works - vintage car,
church,

sickeningly expensive dress...

- Aw, that sounds amazing.

- It's all set. I'm going to be a
princess.

- I thought marriage was about how
much you love someone

and not about how you look.

- Mr Lowsley is my dream man and he
wants me to look my best.

- Just like when he first saw you,
miss?

"In the unlikely event of crashing
into the sea,

"please blow into this whistle to keep
the sharks away."

- Actually, Barry, you've got the
moves all wrong.

"Passing the jacket over your head,
pass the straps around your waist.

"Once outside the aircraft, the jacket
can be inflated

"by pulling down on the toggles.

"A light and a whistle are provided to
attract attention." Toot-toot.

- SHE GIGGLES

- "There was a young man from Leeds

"who swallowed a packet of seeds.

"He grew some grass on his underpass

"and couldn't fart for weeks."

- Thank you, Pam Ayres.

I don't think infantile limericks was
what Mr Clarkson had in mind.

- Sir, I've finished mine.

It's called Scream.

"My blood runs to keep you warm and
fill your belly.

"My skin twisted in pain, like a
newborn baby.

"My pain is your gain.

"A life lived short like a butterfly
and squashed like a bug.

"Hear my scream."

- That was...rather good.

I would tone down some of the similes,

but the message of the poem is clear.

Perhaps a little too clear.

Right, well, get on with it, everyone,
we haven't got long.

Good effort.

Lula, Ted Hughes - amazing powers of
observation.

Try and capture some of that in yours.
Without copying.

BELL RINGS

- Harley, wait! Harley!

- Hiya, love. How are you feeling?

- Your little effort at breaking me in
gently isn't working.

Complete waste of time.

So far, I've had one decent effort,
plagiarism and a bunch of limericks.

SHE WHISPERS:
- Am I expecting too much of him?

- SHE WHISPERS:
- Keep pushing him. He'll come round.

- Entrer, entrer dans la salle de
classe.

- Oh, my God! Who did that?

- Someone doesn't like you, sir.

- Quiet!

Right, suivez-moi.

- Sir, it's too hard.

- Just use words that express your
feelings.

- I have done.

- "Swag, swag, swag on you.

"Chillin' by the fire while we eatin'
fondue."

CHUCKLING

- Sir, is that not a Justin Bieber
song?

- I've had enough plagiarism for one
day.

Look, WH Auden, one of the greatest
writers of the 20th century,

said that a poet is, before anything,

someone who is passionately in love
with language.

Now, I am no Auden, but I have always
loved words.

Their diversity,

their malleability,

their "mall-e-ability."

Above all else, their sound.

Rhiannon, what's your favourite word?

- Doughnut.

- We all know "money" is yours, Barry.
- Too right.

I'm running a book on the boxing
match.

- Right, let's make a start. I want
everyone to make

a list of their favourite words. No
profanities.

- What's your favourite word, sir?

- Me, I like cacophonous words.

Words that have a harsh or unpleasant
sound.

- Like what?

- Putrid, puke, pustule,

prat, prude, pickle, pimple,
poppycock.

And that's just the Ps.

- Christine, we've got a problem.
- I need to talk to you.

- EVERYONE SHOUTS

Wait out there!

This better be good.

- That cleaner has exacted her revenge
by dumping rubbish all over my desk.

I had to remind her of her duties this
morning

and I don't think she took too kindly
to the rebuke.

- Did you actually see her do it?
- No, but it's obviously her.

- You don't know that. It sounds like
kids playing a trick.

- They wouldn't dare. She would. She's
just the type.

- And what type is that?

- I think you should just get rid of
them all.

In Japan, you know, children clean
their own schools.

- George, you're annoyed.

But there's a class out there that
should be in a lesson.

- Sponsored clean.

We should get the children to raise
money by cleaning the school.

It's genius. I can see a twinkle in
your eye.

I think you're hot on the idea, are
you not?

- Take it to the school council.

If they think it has any merit, I will
think about it.

- Right, I shall.

- After you've finished teaching that
lot.

- Of course.

Allons-y!

- Right, you've all got a copy of the
agenda. Item one is...

- Sir, I'd like to add something to
this. It's about Miss Spark.

- Miss Spark. What about her?

- Well, she can't teach, for one.

This morning she spent the full lesson
talking about marriage

and showing us her "skills" as a
flight attendant.

- Well, Miss Spark's lessons is not on
the agenda, so...

- Yeah, but we really think that
somebody should...

- It's not on the agenda, OK?

Can we just move on?

Dynasty?

- Our Kacey's boxing gear. It's dead
scabby.

If she's going to be in the
Commonwealth Games,

then she needs some proper equipment.
- That's really soon.

- Yeah, so? She's good enough.

- Yeah, we'd all agree with that,
Dynasty.

I think what we should do is...

- Wait out here, in absolute silence.

I wonder if I could address the school
council?

- Well...

- I'd like, if I may, to pitch a
little idea of mine to you

to raise much-needed school funds.

And the idea is...

a sponsored clean of the school.

- THEY CHUCKLE

- A sponsored clean?
- Yep.

Kill two birds with one rock - raise
money and get a nice, clean school.

- Right.

Let's put it to a vote, shall we?

Anybody want to put on rubber gloves
and scrub floors?

No?

- This is not good. You're capable of
way better than this.

- Miss, I've had no time.

- I'm sorry to interrupt. Can I borrow
Kacey? Pre-fight routine.

- See what all that training's leading
to?

A five-year-old could've done that.

- She's trying her best. Aren't you?

- I'm sorry.

I'm just a bit up to here with
everything at the minute.

- I'll make sure she gets it done
properly. Come on.

- Miss, I've left my homework in my
locker.

- Oh, here we go, another Jackanory.

- What?
- Nothing, go and get it.

SCHOOL BELL RINGS

Psst! Barry!

I'll have 50 quid on the other girl.

- You sure?

- I've heard she's got arms longer
than my small intestine.

- Right, well, 50 quid it is. Evens.

- I'll give you the money later.

- How much did he bet?
- Enough.

- Is Kacey going to get slaughtered?

- No! And I'll be the one doing the
slaughtering

if I hear you repeat that.

- Sir, can I have a word please?

- I hope you haven't come to protest
your innocence again?
- No.

Barry's just trying to rip you off.
You know, with the boxing.

- How do you mean?
- Kacey's going to win. Barry knows
the other girl.

He's just threatened her to make her
lose.

- I don't care if you didn't do it.
Get it cleaned, please!

Thank you.

- At least you're smiling now

and not shouting cos Budgen didn't
like your little poem.

- Yeah, whatever, Darren!
- "Oh, little poem I wrote." Boo-hoo.

- Shut up, Darren. I'm not joking.

- What is it with you and Old Cherry
Face anyway?

It's like he's your granddad.
- I said shut up, all right?

- Hey, hey, hey, break it off. Break
it off, you two.

What do you think you're playing at?
You, over there.

You, outside.

I have got enough on my plate today

without you two trying to knock lumps
out of each other!

- Darren's been winding me up about my
poem.

- The one you've been doing with Mr
Budgen?
- He says I've copied it.

- And did you?
- No, I spent ages doing it.

I'm not bothered. Budgen thinks I'm a
liar, so what?

- Harley, he doesn't. He's just...

He's not himself today.

I tell you what, I'll have a word with
him.

Give me the poem, I'll make sure he
reads it.

- I can't. I've chucked it away.

- CHATTERING

Here.

I've got your money.

50 quid...on Kacey.

- Kacey? I thought you were betting on
the other...?

- You thought I was born yesterday.
Got a problem with that?

- No, no. 50 on Kacey.

Good luck.

- Hiya, love.

Listen, I've just had a word with
Harley

and he's pretty upset about that poem
of his.

- That's because it's not his poem. He
lifted it off the Internet.

- He says he didn't.

- I know a fraud when I see one!

- OK, you don't have to bite my head
off.

- I'm having this in the staffroom.

- I thought I told you to back off
Miss Spark.

- I did, but then she went off on one.

If you ask me, she's a bit, well, you
know...

cuckoo.

- He's protecting her.
- I would do the same for you.

- But she's wrecking our chances of
getting into uni.

- Hey, how's Kacey doing?

- I'm not hungry. I'll see you later.

- Yeah, all right, see you later.

- I've a feeling she's not going to
forgive you.

- Maybe it's time to move on, mate.

- Thank you, yes, I'll read it now.

- Sir, can I talk to you about Harley?

- Finally!

A decent piece of work.

Having one of those days?

- Sorry?

- It gets easier, believe me.

- Why don't they listen?

All this chattering and questions...

I just want to teach science to people
that want to learn.

- You walk into the room. You look
confident.

You give them the scowl.

Never smile before half term.

- I've tried that. It lasts about two
seconds.

- Don't answer questions like, "Where
do you get your top, miss?"

or "Are we doing something good today,
miss?"

Let the room go silent.

Have something prepared, something
simple that they can't question.

- You make it sound so easy.

- Well...nearly 40 years of
experience.

But then, once in a blue moon,

you uncover a diamond.

- I thought that it might give him the
lift, but it hasn't.

- Well, give him a chance. He's coming
back to this lot.

Walk in the corridor!

- I know, I just worry that he's going
to give up on life,

on everything.

- Well, you've got to convince him
that there is life

beyond this place,

beyond that machine he hooks himself
up to.
- Yeah.

Listen, you better get off.

- Maggie, I know you'll think of
something.

- We should do more of these bouts,
miss, it's good practice.

- It is, yeah.

- Do you think I'll lose?

I'm only joking. No worries, eh?

- None.

And you've got the whole school
backing you.

- Are you not a little bit nervous?

- Why would I be nervous?

You've got what it takes, in here and
in here.

Remember that.

- I had to defend you earlier at the
student council.

Imogen Stewart told everyone about
your here-comes-the-bride lesson.

- Yeah, I was telling them about our
wedding.

- You spent half the lesson talking
about it.
- They liked it.

Even Barry, I think.

- Are you serious? Sue, you have to
get a grip.

Our jobs could be on the line if
anyone finds out.

- Ooh, worried about your precious
career.

- Of course I'm worried about...

Are you OK?

- No, I've had to put up with Barry
and now you're having a go at me.

- You know what I mean.

Have you taken something?

Get up.

We're just heading to the boxing.

- You know, I'm afraid I find public
displays of aggression

a little difficult to take.

I mean, we preach tolerance,
non-violence...

- It'll take a bit more than your
silver tongue

to get pupils scrubbing floors.

- Nothing wrong with a silver tongue.

- Aren't you supposed to be
supervising the cooler?

- France?
- Food's horrible.

- What about Greece?

- You can't put paper down the toilet
after you've done your business.

I'm not having that.

CHEERING

MUSIC: "Do It Like A Dude" By Jessie J

- Good afternoon and welcome to this
flyweight challenge boxing match.

- CHEERING

How many did you take?

Sue, how many?
- Two, I think.

- You think?

Can you imagine if Christine had seen
you this spaced out.

- I'm sorry, OK? But you weren't
there. They were horrible to me.

- Look, just stop crying, all right,
somebody might come in.

I thought you were done with these
months ago.

You said all that anxiety was behind
you.

- It is. They were leftover from
before.

I hate this school!

I hate everything about it!

- I want a nice clean fight. Touch
gloves.

- Kacey, come here, come here.

You can do this, all right? You can do
this.

- Round one!

FIGHT BELL RINGS

CHEERING

- Come on, Kacey!

Kacey, move away from her!

Move away from her!

- You, no holding, no holding.

Box on!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

- Get away from her! Move away!

- You OK? One...two...three...

- She hardly touched me!

- ..four...five...six...seven...

eight. Sure you're OK? Box on.

- I think coffee only works with
alcohol.

- We've got to try something, just
keep drinking it.

I've got to get to the boxing.

- You must hate me.

- No, I don't hate you.

But we're getting married and you're
hiding stuff from me.

- What are you going to do?

Simon...

- FIGHT BELL RINGS

- Spit it out.

- She's really strong.

- You're already really behind on
points.

I should stop it.

- No way. You can't do that.

Did you see that?

- What?
- Did you see what he just did?

- Ignore him.

Concentrate.

- CHEERING

FIGHT BELL RINGS

- Where have you been?

- I...I got caught up in something.
I'll tell you after.

SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMENT

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

- That's enough.

- FIGHT BELL RINGS

- Enough, enough now.
- Leave me alone.

You stitched me up.

- Yeah, I did. You're not very good

at telling when people are lying to
you, are you, sir?

I told you the truth about my poem and
you didn't believe me, did you?

I lied about Kacey and you did.

- Poor Kacey getting shown up like
this in front of everyone.

- I'm an idiot.

A complete and utter idiot.

- Well, you have your moments.

- Book the holiday - anywhere, I don't
care.

- Where are you going?
- To see a boy about a poem.

- Well, Nikki clearly overplayed her
abilities.

- That's a bit harsh.

- What were you going to tell me about
earlier?

- Nothing, it doesn't matter.

- I'm going to check on Kacey.

- OK, settle down.

Well, let's hope all that violence
hasn't dulled your senses.

We seem a bit thin on the ground,
where is everybody?

- Everyone's still in gym, miss.

- Audrey, could I have...? Sorry, Miss
McFall.

Could I have a word with Harley,
please?
- Yes, of course.

- Harley...

..I owe you an apology.

A big one.

Your poem.

Can you tell me something about it?

Where you got your inspiration?

- There was a clue in the title - "For
You".

- Wait a minute.

You're saying that you wrote that for
me?

- Well, Mr Clarkson said to write a
poem about someone I look up to.

Someone I USED to look up to.

You were the one who got me into
reading.

- Hmm. Catcher In The Rye.

Right, what have you done with that
poem?

- I've thrown it in the bin, in the
toilets.

- Yeah, but you remember it off by
heart?

- No. I don't care about the stupid
competition anyway.

- It's all my fault.

I've been telling her she's the best
thing since tinned peaches all week.

Don't say nothing, Kevin.
- No, I wasn't going to...

I thought she did really well for her
first fight.

- How's she going to face everyone
after that?

- OK, everyone, make your way back to
class, please.

- We want Kacey!

We want Kacey!

We want Kacey! Come on! We want Kacey!

- ALL: We want Kacey! We want Kacey!
We want Kacey! We want Kacey!

CHANTING CONTINUES

CHANTING CONTINUES OUTSIDE

- Hear that?

- No, I don't believe it.

- ALL: We want Kacey! We want Kacey!

- They're shouting for you. Come on.

- No way. I'm not showing my face in
there.

- They want to see you. To tell you
how well you did,

and how proud they are of you. Like I
am.

- ALL: We want Kacey! We want Kacey!
We want Kacey! We want Kacey!

She lost.

CHEERING

- OK, OK.

Kacey, today, without any formal
boxing training,

you got in that ring with someone much
more experienced

and showed us all a thing or two about
guts and determination.

- CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

- And so, we are going to work hard to
make sure

you get professional coaching.

- CHEERING

- Mr Windsor has come up with an
excellent idea.

I'm looking for ten volunteers to take
part in the first ever

school sponsored clean, starting
today.

I'm going to kick it off by sponsoring
those ten people £5 each.

So come on, who's up for it?
- Yup, I'm in.

- Kevin, thank you.

- I'll do it, miss, if the money's
going to our Kacey.

- You have my word, every penny earned
from this scheme will go to Kacey.

- Stop! The bin from the boys'
toilets, which one?

- Er...let me think. One of the black
ones, I think.

- Oh, ha-ha, very funny. Look, I'm
looking for something very important.

Do you happen to remember the position
that the

refuse from the boys' toilet was
placed?

- Hang on, I've written it down
somewhere...

Sorry, lost it.

Whatever it is you've lost, you better
hurry up and find it.

That lot's going to the tip this
afternoon.

- PHONE RINGS

- Hello, Mr Dinesh.

- Sorry, miss, you're not allowed
phones in class.

- Yeah? Uh-huh.

What, now?

We'll be with you in an hour.

Thank you, Mr Dinesh, thank you, thank
you, ta-ra!

- I'm fine, I just needed a snack.

Have you told anyone?

Good job I had a free period.

- Sue, you bring every problem to me
from now on, yeah?

- Grantly!

What are you playing at? I've been
looking all over for you!

- I'm looking for Harley's poem.

- Have you gone doolally or what? Get
out of there!

- I've got to find it.

- Grantly, the hospital called - Mr
Dinesh.
- What did he want?

- Oh, nothing much. He only wants to
give you a new kidney!

We have to go straight away.
- What, now?

- Yes, now, Grantly, now!

Get out of there before your blood
pressure goes through the roof!

- But, I...
- Listen, listen, Grantly - this is
it. A new kidney!

It's what we've been waiting for!

- It's good news, it's brilliant
news...

Give me two minutes. I know it's in
here somewhere.
- What?

- I believe you made a bit of money
out of Kacey today?

- I've not had a bad day, yeah.

- So you'll be helping her out with
sponsorship?

- You are joking, aren't you?

If she wants to get herself
brain-damaged, that's up to her.

You should never have let her in that
ring.

- I let her down, I know that.

But I'm not going to just abandon her.

- You know, I might fork out for a few
plasters for her next fight.

- I thought you Barrys stuck together?

Kacey's got guts.

To lose like that and then come back
and face people...

I couldn't have done it.

- Grantly, we have got to get going!

- Keep looking! I can't let the lad
down again.

- You have a kidney waiting for you!
It's a stupid poem!

- It's not stupid to him. He's put his
heart and soul into it.

- Right, fine, don't mind me.

All the worrying I've been doing, all
the sleepless nights.

You know something, Grantly Budgen,
you can go on holiday yourself.

You can just...
- Hey, I've got it!

- Good. Now, can we please get going?

- I need two A's and a B.

I've no chance if she keeps teaching
us.

- Mum will listen to us, but we need
backup.

- Thanks for giving our Kacey that
support before.

- No problem.

- It doesn't mean we're best mates or
nothing.

- No...at least we can talk.

- Oi...me and Connor are going to make
an official complaint

about Miss Spark. Are you in?

- Is there a problem over there?
- Nope.

- BELL RINGS

- Right, off you get, the pair of you.
I will sort the poetry competition.

- We've had such a great response. And
real quality.

- Grantly, let somebody else do it.

- The winning entry.

It's the best bit of writing I've seen
in years

and it's Harley Taylor's, so I would
like a bit of a fuss made.

- Of course.
- Just let me announce the winner and
then we'll go, I promise.

- We need to be at the hospital.

- This is brilliant.
- Oh, yeah. There's more. Look...

Lula...Lenny Brown.

Even Darren Hughes has a talent for
rhyming.

- You've certainly got your mojo back,
Grantly.

- OK, half an hour, then hospital.

- Yes! Right, see you in the lecture
theatre.
- See you there.

- And what are you lot up to?

- We're going to speak to Mrs Mulgrew.
Student council business.

- What's so important?

- We're making a complaint against
Miss Spark.

- Why, what's she done?
- She's not really teaching us
properly.

- She can't teach, more like.

- Come on, it's nowt to do with you.

Right, I'll let the hospital know that
you'll be there about...

What are you doing?
- Sue needs my help.

- She's a big girl, Grantly. She
doesn't need you to sort her out.

- She's a kid. Christine will have her
out.

- If she's not up to the job, then she
should get the push.

- You don't believe that and if you
do, you're not the woman I married.

Take those, I'll sort Sue out. I'll be
back in two minutes.

- Don't run!

- We don't want to get Miss Spark into
trouble, but...

- No, no, you did the right thing
coming to me.

Keep this to yourselves, though. I'm
sure you understand

how delicate the situation is.

Thank you.
- Thanks.

- What was that about?

- A delegation...

against Sue.

- Yeah, what were they saying?

- She's allowing Barry to disrupt
every class, no homework set,

books not marked.
- She's a young teacher.

Come on, we've all been there.

What are you going to do?
- I'm going to take a look for myself,
Simon.

- You, sit there.

The rest of you,

not...one...word.

Now, Miss Spark, do you have a
worksheet?

- Yes. I was just about to hand it
out.

- Excellent.

Lots to do here.

Now, Miss Spark has carefully prepared
your task this lesson

and I want to hear from her that it
has been completed

to the highest possible standard.

- I think we should take this the
official route,

do a proper performance management
review.

- See you in a minute.
- Yeah, great.

That process takes time and if she's a
complete incompetent,

I need to know now.

- Well, she seems to have everything
under control.

- In this classroom, yes.

- You know it's Barry that's the
problem. If we sort him out...

- It's Sue's responsibility to manage
her classroom.

I'll be keeping a very close eye on
her.

- The harder you rub, the more
streak-free the shine.

Oh, Mr Windsor's asked me to help out.

I was in charge of cleaning at the
fish factory I worked at.

- How very resourceful of him.

Can I have a quick word?

About Miss Spark.

I will be keeping a very close eye on
things,

but I'm asking you to give her a
little bit more time.

Look, if things don't improve, action
will be taken.

You have my word.

- Nice bit of head teaching today.

But I'm still doing Home Economics.

- As I seem to be on something of a
roll with money-saving ideas,

why don't we simply swap Miss
Not-very-bright Spark

for a PE teacher?
- Have you forgotten who her father
is?

We're going to have to wrap her in
cotton wool.

- What in the name's going on here?!
What're you doing with our gear?!

- The school's filthy. We're trying to
clean it.
- Thank you, Sonya.

We're just trying a little experiment,
Annie.

The pupils are going to be helping out
with some of the cleaning.

- What?! No, they are not!

- They're being sponsored. It's for a
really good cause.

- Aw, that's nice. What is it?
Starving children?

- No, it's for Kacey Barry and her
boxing training.

- I always knew you were a stuck-up
cow, Mulgrew,

but I didn't know you had mutton for
brains.

Right, come on, Olga, out of here!
Olga, come on!

- Good riddance to bad rubbish.

- Harley, are you not coming to the
presentation?

- No.
- Please...for me?

- You think you're going to win?

- It's all here - gym work, training
programme, but...

..take a look at this.

- America! Residential?

- Well, it's where the best training
is.

- I'll have to think about it, miss.

- I don't want what happened today to
ever happen again.

I feel totally responsible for that.

- Yeah, but America. We'll have to
scrub a lot of floors

to pay for that.

- Kace...

Look, I'm sorry about what happened
earlier.

Old Budgen, he put 50 quid on you to
win.

He must've seen all that natural
talent you've got for fighting.

I thought maybe you could put it
towards your sponsorship

or whatever.

It's yours. Go on.

Go on, take it.

- That's really generous, thank you,
Barry.

So...are you going to go for it?

- Yeah, of course I am.

Sorry, miss.
- It's all right.

- You saved my life today. You're
amazing.

- I think you better take a seat. Take
the weight off your ego.

- Afternoon, everyone.

Mr Tom Clarkson entered this poetry
competition

because he believed in the talent of
young people.

And he was right.

Mr Budgen, our most experienced
English teacher,

has in his possession...

Well, I'll let him tell you for
himself. Mr Budgen.

- This is a fantastic body of work.

My congratulations to all who entered
the competition.

I'll be honest with you -

I didn't feel like coming back to work
today.

And had it not been for a certain
person pushing me,

quite literally on occasion,

I wouldn't be standing here now.

To the competition.

I have an apology to make to the
author of this.

It is so good

I didn't believe he wrote it.

But he did.

I just hope he can forgive an old dog
who's run out of tricks.

The winning poem - "For You", by
Harley Taylor.

I know it off by heart anyway.

"For you.

"If I could pray your pain away, I
surely would.

"If I could hold you fast until your
pain had passed,

"I'd try.

"If I could cry your weary tears' well
dry,

"I'd weep.

"But all I have are words

"and words alone.

"But these few words

"I've hewn

"from dank and unyielding pits.

"And torn by wretched, tattered hands

"in charcoal dark from bitter, brittle
stone."

ECHOING:
- I love you, Grantly Budgen. You do
know that, don't you?

- ECHOING:
- I love you, Grantly Budgen.

- ECHOING:
- I love you, Grantly Budgen.

- "These are my words.

"And I have polished them.

"For you."

- I told you, you'd overdone it today.

Grantly?

Grantly! Grantly!

Grantly! Christine!

Help me! Wake up! Somebody do
something!

Please, somebody help!

Can somebody help me, please?!

Can somebody help me, please?!

- # I should be crying

# But I just can't let it show

# I should be hoping

# But I can't stop thinking

# All the things I should have said

# That I never said

# All the things we should have done

# But never did

# All the things we should have given

# But we didn't

# Make it go away. #

- Tariq's covering the PE lessons this
week. Mainly, of course,

he's whipping you into shape.

- Have you sent off your Hedgewick
application yet?
- I'm not applying.

- This is a brilliant opportunity for
you.

- Are you new?

- It's me, it's Eve.

- As well as the uniforms, we can have
an original austerity Britain.

- I've told you, you're not going!

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