All language subtitles for Waterloo.Road.S09E08.720p.iP.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-420D_track3_[eng]

Have you sent your headship
application?
- I'm not applying.

- What?!
- I'm not going to undermine
Christine.

- This is madness. This is a brilliant
opportunity.

- How's his Mandarin?
- Not so great.

- I'm Eve. Ms Boston's daughter.

- Argh!
- Oh, no!

- My neck hurts.
- I had something to deal with.

- Eve.
- What are you thinking?

- A Second World War project.

- I think a simple apology would do
it.

I'll tell Sue to expect your apology.

- MUSIC: "The Great Escape" theme by
Elmer Bernstein

George?

- Permission to come aboard?

- Very Officer and a Gentleman.

- Mm? Yes, well, they played a very
large part

in the Second World War, the Royal
Navy.

- Yeah, it's great, it's what Living
History Week's

all about.
- You asked us to make a special
effort

for Councillor Bain's visit,

so...I did.

You see? I do care. It's just a shame
the feeling isn't mutual.

- George. This is serious.

I need to show Robert Bain I can run
things better than you-know-who.

- Better avoid my Mandarin classes,
then.

- Don't joke. He's very keen to see
your proposal

for rolling out the programme, so make
sure you don't let me down again.

- It's all right, I'm onto it.

I love to see a woman in uniform. Or
preferably...

- Out of it?

Very predictable.

Wish me luck. This is D-Day in more
ways than one.

AIR RAID SIREN WAILS

- Thought the magazines at my dentist
were out of date.

- Actually...

this has given me an idea on how we
can make today even more realistic.

- Live ammunition?

- Morning, Simon. Chocks away!

SHE CHUCKLES

- Christine, you could have given me

a bit more notice about Robert Bain's
visit this afternoon.

- Well, it's nothing to stress over.

Just a flying visit - pardon the pun.

- Morning!

- I thought all staff were meant to be
in costume?

- Oh, I knew I'd forgot something.

- Go see Audrey, she's raided the
local am-dram store cupboard.

Look, I only finalised Robert's visit
last night.

Things have been going so well, I
thought, "Why not showcase the
school?"

- Couldn't he have come on a regular
day? Give him a truer picture?

- It is a true picture. We're an
innovative school.

- Are we?

- You have to admit Living History
Week has been a big success?

- Sure. Maybe I'm just not comfortable
jumping on Audrey's bandwagon,

in order to impress the council?

- We can't all marry the Director of
Education's daughter.

- Simon, honestly, it's not
bandwagon-jumping.

Audrey may have come up with the idea,
but it was my call

to expand it over the entire week and
involve the outside community.

- Fine. Never let it be said I'm not a
team player.

- Let's hope he gets shot down by the
Luftwaffe.

- I wish you'd stop winding him up.
- Sorry.

But if you want this thing to run
smoothly,

you really want to pull Audrey back
from the front line.

The old girl's lost it, with this
Living History thing.

I doubt we'll ever get her back to the
present!

And I think you've also gone out on a
limb,

inviting the beady eye of the council
round to our little empire.

- Like I say, it's my chance to shine.

And if that great cynic George Windsor
is joining in,

we'll be fine.
- Mmm.

Let's hope so.

- Ahem. Up you get.

- Are you supposed to be have been
injured in the war, Miss?

- No, this is not part of my costume.

- Maybe she had a head transplant?

- Nice one, Lise.
- Very funny.

Why haven't you two dressed up?

- Aw, left mine in my locker.

- Why are you talking to her?

- Cos I'm sick of it just being us all
the time.

Joking!

- What are they?

- What do they look like, moron?
Crisps!

- We're not allowed modern stuff! It's
still World War II.

- Who are you, the Rules Nazi?

- Gosh, you look very dashing, Captain
Lowsley.

Do you like my costume?
- Yeah, yeah, it's lovely.

Did you know your dad was coming
today?

- Not until last night. It's not a
problem, is it?

- The only problem is that Christine
never bothered to mention it.

Zero consultation. Typical.
- Sorry, I would have called but

I was looking at wedding bouquets till
after midnight. I've found

something you are really going to...
- Why is he coming anyway?

- Oh, well, I suppose Christine wanted
him to see History Week in action.

- She'll use it to her advantage, you
know what she's like.

- Don't worry, Dad will see right
through her.

- PHONE RINGS

- Sorry, Twinks, that'll be the
florist.

Hi, Valerie. Thanks for ringing.

No, hang on, I need to ask Simon if
he's happy with delphiniums...

- Look, war is about winners and
losers,

and we're going to be winners.
- How come?

- Everyone's hacked off with stupid
war rations.

By break time, we'll be getting a
couple of quid a bag.

- What's in it for me?

- Well, a little extra pocket money.
Do they still call it that?

- OK. I'll think it over.

- Well, don't take too long. I have
other options.

- Like what?
- OK, how much are we talking?

- Well, I'm open to negotiation.

It's £35 for half an hour, and £70 for
a full.

- HE SIGHS

BELL RINGS

- OK.
- Great, I'll see you in class, Sir.

- Good.

- I thought Ms McFall said no make-up
today?

- What, no slap for the Queen of Slap?

- You calling me a slapper?

- Watch what you say about me sister,
Kev.

- No. I just meant you, you know, you
always wear make-up.

- Yes, well, not today.
- It's all right for you, Miss. No-one
cares what old people look like.

- Don't worry about her, miss, you
know what she's like.

I think you look great.
- There you go.

- Mmm, tasty.
- Enjoy.

- Oh, the Germans wouldn't eat this
muck.

They would be eating them massive
sausages.

- Mm, and Black Forest gateau.

- Will you two shut up about food?

Don't you have any willpower?

We wouldn't have won the war with
losers like you.

- SHE SIGHS

- That was a bit harsh.

Are you not eating anything?
- Nah. I'm not hungry.

- Do I look stupid dressed like this?

- No. You'd look stupid if you hadn't
bothered.

Look at Ms McFall. Now, SHE'S gone
overboard.

- Everyone, I have some terrible news.

HMS Victoria, which was crossing the
Atlantic with our food supplies,

has been torpedoed and sunk by a
German U-boat...

- She has completely lost the plot.

- ..which means there will be no lunch
and no tea today.

- PUPILS: Aww.

- Hey, it's a shame about that ship.

- There is no ship. It's just her.

She's mental.
- I'm sorry,

but Living History means exploring
genuine Second World War conditions.

- What? Starving to death?

- We're Hank Marvin, miss.

- Which is why WE are going to do what
people did during the war years.

- Order in a pizza?
- No. We are going to forage.

Different groups will explore
different environments.

One group might go to the seashore and
look for cockles...

- LAUGHTER

- Cockles?

- Cockles are shellfish.

- LAUGHTER

- Others might go to the fields for
berries or into the woods,

to look for mushrooms.

But - please, please, please -

no-one may pick or taste anything
without a teacher's approval.

Is that understood?

- Epic.

- Huh?

- I'm going to make sure we join the
woodland posse.

- Mrs Budgen will rustle up what we
have provided into a delicious meal.

- (That's right, dump it all on
Maggie.)

- She can't stop us from having
breakfast.

Please, Miss, may I have some more?

- Don't worry, Miss, me and Imogen
won't be cheating.

We'll do this thing properly.

Well done.
- I didn't know you were so into this.

- SHE SIGHS

- I'm not.

I just want to look good for the gym
display later.

OK, everybody, back to your classes.

I like your dress, where did you get
it from?

- Me and Dynasty went shopping last
night. Where's yours from?

- I had to raid Maggie's wardrobe.
Yours is well better.

- War is people living right on the
edge. Young people like you.

That's why their poems are so amazing.

And truthful.

And heartbreaking.

- I like your new look.

- Showing your manky face to the world
isn't a look.

- You don't have a manky face.

You look better without make-up...
Even better.

- I don't care what you think, Kevin.
In fact, I don't think anyone does.

- BELL RINGS

If you want to hear more war poems,

I'll be reading some during
break-time.

- Hold me back, someone(!)
- Sounds good, Sir.

- Look, if you want her back, you're
going to have to do something about
it.

Thank you for the sarcastic
intervention earlier.

- You're very welcome.
- You and Christine are friends, I get
that.

But could you at least try

to see things from a professional
perspective?
- What, like your fiancee?

Very professional - tripping over her
own feet and then trying to blame the
school.

- She could have broken her neck. And
we both know who's fault that would
have been.

- Problem?
- Not for me, but I think Christine
might need to watch her back today.

- You'll be there to watch it for her,
of course?

- Yes, never the most flattering of
garments, were they? Boiler suits.

- Two quid.
- What? £2?

- Get your crisps, Connor!

- He won't want our junk food, Daz.
He's a famous chef.

Oh sorry, I mean kitchen skivvy.

- Drop dead, Barry.

- You take over.
- Where you going?

- Black market goods? How very
authentic.

- Thanks, Miss.
- To me.

Off you go.

- Crisps? I thought they were banned?

- They are.

- Why don't I look after them for you?

Make sure no-one eats them.
- Thank you, Sonya.

- What gives him the right to
criticise me?

- Nothing. He's completely out of
order.

- He should try having a wedding-dress
fitting wearing one of these!

Christine should never have made him
co-deputy.

The man is completely unprofessional.

We need to make a list. With all
Christine's mistakes.

- Nah, let's just keep our powder dry,
shall we?

Hopefully, I'll get the headship
without any need for unpleasantness.

- Fine, if that's the way you want to
play it, Twinkle.

- I hear Daddy's coming in.

Aren't you two a bit old for parents'
day visits?

- Well, you know what they say about
parents' day

- it's only the naughty kids that need
to worry.

- Do you want a crisp?
- No, thank you.

GOAT BLEATS

Why do we have a goat, Miss?

- Oh, goats like Wally would have been
VERY useful during the war,

because they provide both milk and
meat.

- Meat?

- I hope that thing can be trusted.
- Oh, yes, Wally's very tame.

I borrowed her from a farmer friend of
mine.

- Is Wally not a boy's name?

- She's named after Wallis Simpson.
- Who's he?

- She. You'll be learning all about
her in class very soon.

- Audrey, what are you doing?

- Carrots from the local market.

- You're planting fully-grown carrots?

- Miss, that's cheating.

- Well yes, I know. I'm sorry, but...

I wanted you to see some reward for
all your hard work.

And I hear there's a visiting
dignitary,

so we want the allotment to look its
best.

- I suppose we could turn a blind eye
for once.

And we could sow some more real seeds,
as well.

- I can't believe you're getting into
this gardening thing.

- I know. Me, neither.

- Why aren't you in costume, girls?
- Mine's in my locker, Miss.

- Have a look in that chest, you can
borrow something.

- Rank! There's no way I'm wearing
some old charity uniform.

- Well, I'll...give it a go.

- That's been the beauty of this week,
hasn't it?

It's not just for the academic kids.

- I wish I'd lived in them days, Miss.

No fizzy drinks, no sweets...

- And no crisps. Music to my ears.

- "We see him almost with content,

"abased and seeming to have paid and
mocked at by his own equipment."

- Anyone who can get that lot to sit
and listen

to poetry in their break has got to
have the gift.

- They're very responsive kids.

- Are you two at loggerheads?

- No, not at all.

I just hope he's going to pull out all
the stops today for this visit.

- I'm sure he will.

- "For here the lover and killer are
mingled,

"who had one body and one heart.

"And death who had the soldier
singled...

"has done the lover mortal hurt."

Keith Douglas.

If you want to read more of his work,
I'm afraid you can't,

because he was killed in action on
June 9th, 1944.

He was 24 years old when he died.

Life can be a lot shorter than we
expect.

Let's leave it there for now.

- Makes you think. All that stuff
about life being short.

Do you think I'm being too hard on
Kevin?

- No. He dumped you.

But I wish you could still be mates.

- Hey, I got nabbed by mad McFall.

She started going on about the black
market or something.

She's well racist. Anyway, she
confiscated the crisps.

- So you can owe me.

- What? It wasn't my fault, she took
them!

- Shut up. Check this out.

- What is it?

- Magic mushrooms. We're going to pick
some in the woods.

- Isn't that illegal?

Well cute dresses they wore in them
days.

Ms McFall says the average waist size
during the war were like 21 inches.

- Yeah, but that's cos food was
rationed.

Who'd want to go through that?
- No thanks.

- Er, we won the war, actually, so it
didn't do them any harm.

- I'm going to need your help, mate.

Operation Dynasty.
- What are you on about?

- It's a secret mission.

- WARTIME MUSIC PLAYS

Quickly now!

- You're going on the trip?

- Yeah. It'll be fun.

- I'm amazed you can tear yourself
away from your precious kitchen.

- Well, at least if I'm there, I can
make sure

we bring back stuff Mrs Budgen can
actually use.

- Right.

- Are you sure you can manage without
me until lunchtime?

- I managed on my own for long enough.

- Yes, but then you had Mr...

- It's OK, you can say his name, you
know.

- You had Mr Budgen.

- And he was as much use to me in the
kitchen as a chocolate saucepan.

Go on, have fun!

- All right! Seashore, line up in
front of me here!

- Hedgerows here, Woodlands with Mr
Lowsley. Line up behind, please.

- GREAT ESCAPE THEME

- All those of who haven't dressed up

can come get something from me now.

- Can I remind you that you'll be
representing the school,

so please conduct yourselves properly.

That means staying with your group
leaders

and following their instruction, to
the letter.

- Jawhol, mein Kommandant!

- LAUGHTER

- Enjoy yourselves. And successful
foraging.

Please don't undermine me in front of
the pupils.

- SEAGULLS CAW

Hey! Foraging, not mucking around.

- Eugh, that's gross! There's no way
that's edible.

- SHE GASPS

- Get it away from me!

- Miss, is this a mussel or a cockle?

- Neither. It's a limpet.

- They're really hard to get off the
rocks.

They're stuck on like...

like...
- Limpets?

- Yeah!

I don't know how we'll cook these,
though.

- That's a challenge for Mrs Budgen.

- Hey. Isn't this a good chance to
call Eve?

- You just don't give up, do you?

- No. I'm like one of these limpet
things.

- I'm sorry, Kacey, but can we just
drop it, please?

- Miss, I found something disgusting!
- What you got? A crab?

- Not exactly.

It's a tampon.

- Oh, nice(!)

HE INHALES AND EXHALES

Nature!

You know what, you lot are really
privileged to be out here.

So make the most of it!
- Oh, we will, sir.

- OK, guys, stay close and remember

to check with me before you pick
anything.

- OK. I think I'm ready. Do you know
what you're doing?

- I have my orders.

- I found this in Miss McFall's fancy
dress box.

What do you think?
- Dashing.

- OK.
- Calm.

- What happened to Kevin and Connor?

- "Jamie Oliver" said something about
wild garlic.

- Uh-uh-uh-uh!

No eating those berries, until they
have been

cleaned and checked please!

- It's just a berry, Rhiannon. Not
even one calorie.

- Nah, it looks sour. And so do you,
actually.

You missing Kevin?

- No, she's not.

Hey! (Come here!)

(Yeah.)

MUSIC: "White Winter Hymnal" by Fleet
Foxes

Agh!
- This way.

- HE GIGGLES GLEEFULLY

How do we know they're not poisonous?

- Shrooms are good for you.

Them little fellas in the Amazon pop
them all the time!

- Oh, yeah, I've seen them on telly.

They go out hunting sloths, don't
they?

- It's OK, I won't let them get you.

- HE PRETENDS TO LAUGH

You first.
- No, you. Go on.

- I'll eat mine later.

- Aw, is little Dawwen scared? You
chicken.

- BIRDS SINGING

I don't feel any different.

- You've just ate them, you muppet!
You need to wait a while.

Don't worry, it'll kick in soon
enough.

- MR LOWSLEY:
- Guys! Hello?

Barry? Darren, where are you?

- "Moonlight Serenade" by Glenn Miller
plays

- It's a good job I never wore any
mascara.

- OK, everyone, I think it's time we
were heading back!

- Er, there are a couple of people
missing.

- Who? Kevin and Connor... and
Dynasty?

OK. Follow me and stick together
please!

- DUBSTEP MUSIC

Hold on!
- What?

- We don't want Lowsley nosing around
our stash.

- He'll probably want some for
himself.

- Grab those nettles and put them on
top.

- Ow! They sting!

- That's the whole point, you loser!
Come on.

- Ah!
- More that. We haven't got all day.

- Why did we ever break up?

- Cos you finished with me.

You're supposed to make the person
you're with feel special.

You made me feel like I wasn't good
enough.

- That was a mistake. A big mistake.

I'll never do anything like that to
hurt you again.

- Mr Lowsley. He read us a poem. It
made me think about me and you.

- What did you decide?

- That it was worth us giving it one
last go.

If you care about me, Kevin, I mean,
really care about me!

- I do. I really do.

I love you.

- Not much evidence of foraging here.

- It's dead romantic.

- Well, I suppose love affairs did
spring up during the war.

- You don't get back with someone just
cos they planned a picnic.

- Come on. How many guys would do that
for a girl?

Can we not just be happy for them?

- I suppose it is a pretty good
picnic.
- Hmm.

- Oh, all right. One slice each and
then we head home.

And if anyone asks, this never
happened.

- "Moonlight Serendade" plays out

DUBSTEP MUSIC

Where the heck have you been?

- We've been busy.
- Yeah, that's unlikely.

What have you got? Let me see...

- All right, captain, but it might
explode.

- Are you all right, Darren?

- It's being out in nature, sir, he's
not used to it.

- There's nothing in there, sir.
- Ow!

Nettles! You might have said.

Tell you what, we can use those to
make soup!

I call that a good day's work, don't
you?

Come on, let's join the group!

DARREN GIGGLES

- Hey.

Why are them trees following us?

- Keep up!

(Hey. McFall.)

What's she doing?
- She's checking for black market
goods.

This is your fault for getting caught.

- We can't let her confiscate our
stash!

(Maybe we should eat them all now,
eh?)
- What?!

Don't be dumb. We need to find a
hiding place.

- Agh.

GOAT BLEATS

(That goat...)

(He's watching us.)

- It might be...a spy.

Don't worry. I'm on it.

Nice spy. Nice spy goat.

Clear off, be gone!

And quit snooping on people!

- (Hey, I found somewhere!)

- Oi! How many of them have you had?

- Not many.

BELL RINGS

Oh. How was your "waste of time" walk
in the wilderness?

- Actually, it was great.

- Really?
- Yeah. Maybe Christine does know what
she's doing.

I've just come back from the woods
with Barry Barry,

of all people, and he's been
collecting nettles to make soup.

Unbelievable.

- Well, that's not down to her, that's
because the kids respect you.

- Great.

- Never known Windsor to work on his
lunch break.

- No, me neither. I think I left my
purse, I'll catch you up.

Even blooming' Heston what's-his-face
couldn't do anything with this lot.

The kids are going to be starving by
the time I get lunch ready.

And that Mr Bain is going to be
tipping up

any minute expecting his lunch!

- OK, how about a seafood and nettle
curry?

With...seaweed bhajis?

- OK.

- Do you think I'm wasting my time
doing this? Catering, I mean?

- No, I don't. Is this cos of what
your mum said?

- Yeah.

That and wondering how I'm going to
feel

when everyone else goes off to
university and I'm stuck...

- Chopping carrots?

You won't be.

Graduates are ten a penny these days.

A smart lad who can run a kitchen?

Gold dust!

VOICE ON TAPE SPEAKS MANDARIN

HE REPEATS IT

VOICE ON TAPE SPEAKS MANDARIN

Di yu sa ma...
- No. No.

It's not "yu" in the second tone, it
"yu" in the third tone.

- I can't believe I'm paying you so I
can ask

whether or not I need an umbrella.

- Actually you're asking if you need a
fish.

It's just vocabulary, sir. No-one's
going to believe

you're fluent in Mandarin, if you
can't pronounce it properly.

- Yes, yes, yes...OK, let's get on.

- OK, so now you're going to ask for a
taxi.

- I'm sorry, but we've had some issues
with black market goods.

- Robert. Glad you could make it.
- Christine. Happy to oblige.

This is very impressive. You joining
in, I mean - the costume.

- Yes, well, I thought if I make a
fool of myself,

then everyone else will have to.
- I feel like I'm letting the side
down.

- Not at all. Not at all.

Was there a problem, Ms McFall?

- No, just a full-body search to make
sure

I wasn't bringing in contraband.

- He's clean.
- Good.

Good. Let's start with our thrift
store - Waterloo Junktion.

- GOAT BLEATS

- OK. Welcome to 1944.

On the home front, where our civilians
fight just as hard as the army.

Only here, the fight is against waste.

- DUBSTEP MUSIC

- Uh, maybe we should move on, there's
a lot to cram in today.

- Oh, Miss, I haven't finished yet.

- THEY LAUGH

- Some commodities were in short
supply, such as

blankets, bottles, drinking glasses,
bed sheets and towels.

- MR BAIN: Oh! Agh.

I could do with a towel myself at the
moment.

- Dad?
- Is that lad all right?

- Yeah, yeah, he's fine.

- I'll take Dad - Mr Bain - and get
him cleaned up.

- Thank you, Miss Spark. I'll see you

in the staff room in two minutes, once
I've attended to Darren.

Darren? Were you and Barry in Mr
Lowsley's group?

- HE VOMITS

- Have you finished?

- I don't kno...

VOMITING

Doesn't Christine look fetching in
that uniform?

- Do you think so? I thought she
looked rather dowdy, all that khaki.

- She certainly seems to be on the
ball.

- Tell you what, Dad, how about I take
you up to modern languages,

show you the Mandarin initiative in
action?

- Shouldn't we wait for Christine?

- No, we'll only be a few minutes.

- UNDER HIS BREATH: God's sake...

- Darren and Barry?
- Both high as kites!

- But I don't understand. They were
with me, picking nettles.
- For the whole time?

- They might have wandered off for a
couple of minutes...
- A couple of minutes(!)

- Ten at most. They were fine when I
left them.

- Well, they're not fine now. Far from
it.

I've put them in the nurse's room. Can
you go there and find out how they got
in such a state?

I am in the middle of showing round
your future father-in-law.

Funny how this happens today of all
days...

- Ah, right, so I engineered the whole
thing?

To make you look bad?
- No, of course not.

Just go and sort this out.

Thank you!

- This is Mr Windsor, our Mandarin
expert.

- Huang ying guang lin... Waterloo
Road.

- I'm not going to pretend I
understood a word. Except for the bit
about Waterloo Road.

- Oh, that's a shame, Archie Wong
seems to have vanished.

He's one of Mr Windsor's star pupils.
- Ah.

Very smart. An Officer and a
Gentleman.

- I like to think so.

- "Love lifts us up where we belong."

HE CHUCKLES

- Pardon?
- From the movie.

It's one of Sue's favourites.
- Dad!

- I'm afraid I've never seen it.

So, where would you like to start?

- Well, how about how many A grades
you're predicting?

- Well, we are...making... solid
progress.

- If you ever need to ask for an
umbrella

in Mandarin, Dad, Mr Windsor is your
man.

- What's it like having a new
daughter?

Look, I know it's not easy, getting an
instant family.

Look at me and Grantly.

- You two were naturals.

- What, me and Grantly? Are you having
a laugh?

There is no such thing as a natural

and don't let anybody tell you
otherwise.

It takes time.

- Ah, thought I'd lost you.

- You don't get rid of me that easy.

- I thought Dad would like to see
exactly what's going on up here.

- That's very kind of you, Miss Spark.

This is Archie Wong, one of our star
pupils.

He's taking a few snaps of the week's
events for our website.

- Yes, I've been hearing a lot about
you.

I have to say the Mandarin programme
here sounds very promising.

- It does?

- We've put you under a lot of
pressure,

asking Waterloo Road to help roll
Mandarin out across the LA.

But Mr Windsor and his department have
certainly

stepped up to the plate.

Would it be possible to grab a copy of
that proposal now?

- No. Um... I have to finalise a few
details.

- I'll make sure you get one later.

- Have you seen Simon?
- Nope, sorry.

- That's strange. I know he wanted to
be part of the tour.

- BELL RINGS

- There is a war on. It's a bit
chaotic...

in a good way, of course. I'm sure
he'll turn up.

Shall we continue?
- Are you joining us, Mr Windsor?

- I wouldn't want to get in the way.

- Nonsense. I'm sure there's room for
one more.

See you later.
- Yes, and thanks again, Miss Spark.

- Look, can you stop playing games?

If you've taken something, you'd need
to tell me.

- For God's sake, why don't you just
TELL HIM?!
- Cos I don't want to!

- I feel sick again.

- Look, this is for your own good, all
right?

If you've taken something poisonous,
you could die, you idiots!

- I took some...shrooms. In the woods.

- What?!

Oh, great.

- These outfits are minging.

- You're the one that wanted realism.

Hey, are you OK?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Maybe you should have a snack or
something?
- Nah.

After Mr Budgen died, I, sort of, went
on a food binge.

This war stuff's my chance to start
eating properly again.

- OK. If you're sure?

- Yeah. Quit flapping.

- So you and Kev back on, then?

- Let's just say we realised we
couldn't be apart.

- So why the sad face?

- What happens when he goes to uni in
America?

- He might not.

- It's Kevin. Of course he will.
- So, go with him.

- It's not that simple, is it?

I mean, what are the odds of us two
getting into the same uni?

I could get a job, I suppose?

- You can't just "get a job" in
America. It's dead strict.

- Even if I did...

..he'll be studying all day. I'd have
no friends, no family.

- You'll make new friends.

Or you could ask Kevin to change his
plans?

- I'd never do that.
- Why not?

- Because I love him.

And I don't want to be the one to ruin
his future.

Right, where do you want it?
- The white line.

- Nikki, you know we've got this visit
today?
- Uh-huh.

- Well, I'd like to be there, only
I've got two kids

that need to go to hospital.

- I'll cope.
- OK, who is it?

- Darren Hughes and Barry Barry.

- I see why you're keen to offload.
What's happened this time?

- Ingesting hallucinogenics in the
woods.

- Excuse me?

- Magic mushrooms. Or at least what
they thought were.

They're probably going to be fine, but
can you keep me posted on what the
hospital say?

- Yeah.
- Thanks. You're a pal. I owe you.

- See you later, Audrey.

GOAT BLEATS

Just a couple more of Mr Bain and I.

MUSIC: "Ragged Wood" by Fleet Foxes

- Oh, no. Someone's ruined the carrot
patch!

- Where's Wally?

- Our resident goat. Sorry about this.
- Oh, don't apologise.

It's good the kids have got a stake in
the project.

- Maybe she ran away? She didn't seem
very happy.

- Such is the lot of a school goat.

- Don't worry, Lenny, we'll get a
search party organised.

- We need to find her.

- Erm, I think it's time we visited
the dining hall.

- Is it not enough getting into
trouble yourself,

that you have to lead him astray?

We'll see what the hospital say,

but this might be a matter for the
police, Barry.

- We were taking from the land, Miss.

Like Ms McFall wanted us to. To win
the war!

But poor Daz got a bit confused.
- Just shut up, Barry!

- Wally? Wally?

- Connor, my son, has been helping
out.

- Oh. Vocational training. We like
that.

- I'm still hoping he'll go down a
more academic route.

- You say that, but don't some of
these

celebrity chefs earn a lot of money?

- Yeah, and they're doing something
they love.

- He's been brilliant today, this
fella.

Go on, let them have a taste.

He came up with these all off his own
bat.

- Seaweed bhaji.

- Mmm. Very good. Is that really
seaweed?

- Yeah, fresh off the beach today.
- Restaurant standard, that is.

- Excuse me. Simon, can I see you in
my office?

- Mr Windsor, would you like to try
some?

- So, you got Nikki to take Darren and
Barry to hospital?

- Yeah.

- Do we know what happened?
- It was mushrooms.

Look, they deliberately went out of
their way to find them.
- I'm sure.

But you were supposed to be
supervising!

- Supervising, not 24-hour
surveillance.

I trusted them and they betrayed my
trust.

It's them you should be having a go
at, not me.

- Oh, don't worry, I will.

Only first, I've got to call their
parents, unless you'd like to?

If word gets out about this, it's
goodbye to all the hard work

I've put in this week.
- You're not the only one who's worked
hard.
- That's not what I meant.
- Really?

Cos you seem more worried about how
this looks, than in supporting me.

- Simon, that is so unreasonable.

It was you who let them eat mushrooms
unsupervised - you.

But don't worry, I won't say anything
to your future father-in-law.

- No?

Cos there's lots I'd like to tell him.

- Feel free.

I think Robert can see I'm doing a
good job here.

- Wally?

- It's only a goat, Lenny.

Mushrooms?
- Probably give those to Mrs Budgen.

- Nice one!

- She blamed you for what Barry Barry
did?

- Practically accused me of
engineering it deliberately.

So much for solidarity.
- I did warn you.

Ooh, I haven't told you my news.
- I'm not in the mood for delphiniums.

- No, it's not that. Although I've had
a breakthrough on the canape front.

George Windsor...

is a fake!

Can't even speak Mandarin properly.

- That's not right, he's been teaching
it all term.

- I caught him. He's been paying
Archie Wong for lessons.

- What? Does Christine know about
this?

Cos if she does, it compromises her
whole position.

- What happened to keeping your powder
dry?
- Stuff that.

She's never supported me, so why
should I lift a finger to help her?

- Here is a list of all our
grievances.

The cleaning debacle,

hiring a teacher that's unqualified in
a core subject...

- I didn't want to go down this road,
but she's left us with no choice.

- MUSIC: "In the Mood" by Glenn Miller

And...one, two, three, four... Two,
two, three, four.

Three, two, three, four.

Four, two, three, four. Five, two,
three, four. Six, two, three, four.

Seven, two, three, four. Get ready for
your star jumps...

And - one, two, three, four, five...

FAINT: Six, seven, eight, nine, ten...

She's out cold. We need help.

- Uh, yes, ambulance please.

- This is my fault. I worked her too
hard.

I'd no idea that level of exercise
would harm anyone.

- I think she's been fasting, as well.

- Fasting?
- She got a bit carried away

with people not eating during the war.

- To experience wartime conditions,

we suggested they only eat what they'd
foraged.

- Will she be OK?
- She'll be fine, she just needs to
see a doctor.

- Sonya, go and let Maggie know what's
happened.

And please make sure all the pupils
have something to eat and drink.

- Bit of an emergency. Rhiannon has
collapsed.

- Rhiannon? Is she OK?

- Turns out she hasn't eaten, cos of
this war thing.

Please can you get some proper food on
the go.

- Proper food?
- Yeah. Not this war stuff.

- Finally!

- Here. Use these mushrooms.
- Excellent.

- Lisa gave them to me. They're from
the allotment.

Mushroom omelette?

- What a good idea!
- I'll go and send the kids along.

- I can only apologise, Robert, I just
don't know how this happened.

- You learn a lot about people in
these situations.

- Yes, I should have kept a closer eye
on Ms McFall.

I never imagined her scheme would
endanger the children.

- The main thing now is to make sure
that young girl is OK.

- Yes, of course. The paramedic is
with Rhiannon now.

- I'd like to grab a quick word with
my daughter, if that's OK with you ?

And, hopefully, that's the end of
today's dramas.

- WOMAN SCREAMS

GOAT BLEATS

Fabulous(!)

- Thank you very much.

Well, apparently your blood sugar

was very low. That's why you fainted.

Your body doesn't like extremes.

- I know.

I, kind of, haven't been eating
anything all week.

- Oh, Rhiannon.

- And that medic guy said if I
overeat, then I can get diabetes.

- Mmm. So what we want is sensible,
regular meals from now on. OK?

- Don't worry, I've got the message.

I think I just overdid it.

- We're all guilty of that sometimes.

- Miss, have you seen...

Wally!
- Yeah. All right. Just take it away,
yeah?

- Come on.

Rhiannon's on the mend.

Now let's concentrate on making sure
no-one else collapses.

- Already started. We are serving
mushroom omelette.

- Mushroom? What mushrooms?

- From the allotment.

- Don't eat anything!

- It's not black market.

- Have you swallowed any of this?
- No such luck.

- Maggie, get rid.
- What's going on?

- Can't I just eat the chips?
- No!

- Christine, can I ask you something?

- Course.

- Are you aware George Windsor isn't
qualified to teach Mandarin?

I thought so. My "future
father-in-law" would like a word.

- Ah, good. Perhaps now someone can
tell me what all this is about?

- Sorry to spring this on you, Robert,
but...it's all in there.

- Are you sure about this? You want to
make a formal complaint?

- Yeah.

She has victimised certain staff...
- What?

- ..as well as using pupils as cheap
labour...
- Which caused my accident.

- ..not to mention employing a
Mandarin teacher with no professional
qualifications.

- George Windsor?

- The one in the sailor suit.
- I know who he is, Sue!

This better be some mistake,

because I do not appreciate being sold
a load of bull!

- WARTIME MUSIC PLAYS

Today has been really good.

- Half the school getting medical
treatment?

- Apart from that. I mean, the cooking
thing.

I don't care what my mum thinks, it's
what I want to do.

- Told you. You'll be brilliant.

- It's going to be hard for us when
you go to uni in America.

- Too late to change plans now. I've
already bought my cowboy hat.

As if! I haven't applied to any
American unis. And I won't be.

- Are you serious?
- Yeah. There's courses here that are
just as good.

And we want to go to the same place,
don't we?

- Hey!

- Hmm. Sue, it might be

better if I spoke to Simon and
Christine alone.

- Not a problem.

- I wish Simon had come to me first.
- Clearly he felt he couldn't.

- I thought we had a good working
relationship.

- I don't know how you can think that.
- Let's not get into a slanging match.

- Fair enough. But I totally refute
everything Simon is saying.

I can go through it, point by point.
There has been no victimisation.

- Come off it, Christine.
- I have a very happy staff room.

- Yes, except some of the staff aren't
qualified to be there.

- George Windsor is a fully-qualified
modern languages teacher

who has lived and worked in China for
many years.

His wife is Chinese.
- Ex-wife.

- His course work will need
independent scrutiny.

I'm hugely disappointed with what I've
heard today. From both of you.

- I don't think that's very fair.
- But one thing I always admired

about the war was the concept of
courage under fire.

- Sorry, Robert, you've lost me there.

- Leadership is about taking
responsibility.

You both want the top job at Waterloo
Road,

but when things get tough, how have
you reacted?

- I brought my concerns about
Christine straight to you.

- Which are totally unfounded!

I'm sorry, but it's Simon who ducked
his responsibilities today.

- Blaming other people isn't
leadership.

The only one who took it on the chin
today was Audrey McFall.

She made a mistake and accepted the
consequences.

You two might think you're the only
ones in the running for this job,

but let me tell you, you're not -

especially after today's performance.

- BELL RINGS

That's the last time I take you on at
bench presses!

SHE LAUGHS

- I know you told me to butt out, but
can I just say one thing?
- No.

- If I was ever ill, like that stupid
brother of mine,

I'd want my mum to be there for me.

And I'm sure Eve would feel the same
way.

- I don't think she would.

- All I'm saying is, at least give her
the option, that's all.

- God, what a mess!

And what's the Mandarin expert going
to say when he looks at YOUR work?

- I don't know. Nothing probably.
He'll just think I'm disorganised.

Anyway, Bain likes you. He'll be on
your side.

- You didn't hear what he said. I've
blown it with him...

big time.
- Not necessarily.

- SHE SIGHS

- Why don't we go down the pub? You
can tell me about it, then.

We've both seen enough of this place
for one day.

Hmm?

- OK.

But only if you lose the Richard
Gere...gear.

- Who?

- I heard it was you who found her,
Lenny, well done.

You can tether her here.

How is she? Rhiannon, I mean.

- She's fine, asleep in bed.

What's this?
- A peace offering.

And a thank you for all your hard work
this week.

I've put you under a lot of pressure.

- Hmm, 1945 vintage, is it?

- We can forget all that now. For me,
the war is over!

Doesn't need a corkscrew.

- I'll get the glasses.
- OK.

- Don't worry, I'll come back and say
bye-bye.

- Oh, I feel like downing a bottle of
red tonight.
- I'll drink to that.

- But that would be letting Simon win.

I'm not going to fall out with him,
though. Maybe Robert's right.

We need to resolve this without it
becoming personal.

- Christine certainly didn't have a
good war, did she?

- No, but neither did I. Or your dad.

I think we need to cool it.

- Suits me. There is a certain big day
to plan.

We need to have a serious talk about
kilts.
- Kilts?

- Well, we do live in Scotland now.

- Oh, God. Going anywhere nice?

- Bet it won't be as nice as dinner
with my dad. Come on, Simon.

- Mushroom risotto is it, Simon?

- GREAT ESCAPE MUSIC PLAYS

You know. When I get this job, and I
will get it...

..those two will be history.

SPITFIRE ENGINE ROARS

This is Frankie McGregor Our supply
teacher for science.

- Miss Spark said quietly!

Quiet!

- We're going down the mall at
lunchtime.

Me and Shaz are going to nick make-up.

- And it's girls only.

- I can teach you how to tie a fly to
a line.

- They're not real flies, are they?

I'm doing something this lunch,
anyway.

- Let me guess - hanging out by
yourself?

- I'm going fishing with Mr McGregor.
- Mum?
- I can't believe it.

My Kasey, boxing with an Olympic
champion!

- What?
- Nicola Adams!

- CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

- 'I won't believe it! We have worked
too hard'

for you to turn around and say you
don't want it!

- It seems like it's been more your
dream than mine!
- What?

Oh, God.

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