All language subtitles for Waterloo.Road.S09E20.720p.iP.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-420D_track3_[eng]

- Would you mind if we postpone your
presentation?

Kacey is back from the States.

- Is that Gabriella?
- No, it's her sister, Florence. A
traffic accident.

She was killed instantly.

- She's not worth it, Vix. She'll only
hurt you again.

- Get off me!

- To the new Acting Head of Waterloo
Road.

- TV IS ON

- Mum!

- KNOCKING ON DOOR

- Mum!

- KNOCKING

- Mum!

Mum...

- KNOCKING

- Mum!

Mum!

Take the chain off the door.

- Is that..?
- Yeah. Our temporary leader.

- Hey, guys. What do you think?

- He's like Spider-man, isn't he?

- Check this out!

- APPLAUSE

- Roll on 3:30.

The sooner we're on that cruise ship
and away from Lowsley, the better.

- Mediterranean, here we come.

- Congratulations on reaching the end
of term

and making Resilience Education such a
success.

The wall is a thank-you from me to you
for all your hard work

and to celebrate everyone's
achievements.

- That's dead high, that, sir.
- Yeah, I know.

Consider this your last Resilience
challenge.

You going to give it a go, Gabriella?

- Maybe. I did the real thing on my
Duke of Edinburgh.

- Yeah, I know.

Every form will get a chance to tackle
it.

And I have to admit - it's pretty
sick.

- Three cheers for our new Head
teacher! Hip Hip Hooray.

Hip hip...
- Hooray!

- Where did they get all these
details?

- The police informed us they'd
dropped all the charges.

This is rubbing salt into the wound.

- The climbing wall's not just for
Gabriella Wark's benefit, is it?

- Of course not, but working on the
wall with the other kids

might encourage her to fit in.
- Have you seen...

- Yes, yes. I did the phone interview.

- You did what?

- Parents are concerned. We need total
transparency to move on.

- Move on? Simon, Christine is our
friend.

- Has anyone even spoken to her?

- Not since picking her up from the
police station, no.

- Well, she's up in front of the Board
of Education this morning.

- They'll decide if Christine can
continue

to teach in our Local Authority.

- Yes. And advise the GTC about
striking her off.

- Well, I'm sure Sue's dad will make
the right decision about Christine's
future.

But we need to focus on the school.

- Poor Christine.
- She was drink-driving, Audrey.

- I'll kindly remind you that the
police have no evidence.

- She could've killed a kid, right.

- Well, she deserves everything she
gets.

- BELL RINGS
- Come on, troops. Assembly time.

- I agree with you. About Christine.

- So?

- It's the end of term. Come on, Sue,
can we not just clear the air?

I'm sorry, OK, I'm sorry about Vix.

- Yeah, so am I,

since now she's moving thousands of
miles to get away from you.

- You what?
- She's moving to Berlin. Today. Are
you happy now?

- I told you not to come, Connor.

- The sleeper train's no bother.
Station showers are minging, though.

- This is the third time you've been
up since...

- Well, I couldn't let you face the
council alone.
- Who told you...

- Mr Lowsley. And Ms McFall too.

But everyone's really supportive, Mum,
so you're going to be OK.

- Mmmm.
- Let me drive. Yeah?

- How long you off work?

- Just till tomorrow night.

Right, you need to get yourself ready
and I'll cook us some breakfast.

- Just something quick.
- We've got ages.

- I need to go into school first.

- We could go into town.

The Anchors, they've got a ramp for
your wheelchair.

And anyway, you're not hooked up to
that bag any more, are you?
- No.

- Come on, Kacey. We're going to be
late.

- He'll come round.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

You can't be serious...

- Round of applause for our most
vigilant student. Lenny Brown.

- APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

- Congratulations, Leonard. Well done.

And now to our academic awards.

Ms McFall.

- Thank you, Mr Lowsley.

Now the first academic award we are
presenting today is the History Cup.

And this is going to be presented to a
pupil who,

after a shaky start, has really
impressed me this term.

The winner is Gabriella Wark.

- SOME APPLAUSE

- Congratulations, Gabriella. Well
done.

- Would you like to say a few words?

- Yes, I'd just like to say...

- Our Kacey's going to the
Commonwealth Games!

- I'm through to selection. I'm not
definitely going.

Yet.

WILD APPLAUSE

- Right, we're going to look at the
role of the Mechanicals

in A Midsummer's Night's Dream.

Are they just there for light relief?

So discuss it in your pairs and we'll
share in about five minutes.

- I bet Kacey doesn't even get
accepted to the Commonwealth Games.

One word - hermaphrodite.

- What?

- Ladyboy.

- Please can I sit with my friends,
Miss?

- Yeah, of course.

- I thought I might've heard back by
now from the police.

About my college place.

- You will.

I've got some good news myself...

- Actually, Imogen, would you mind
pairing up with Gabriella, please?

- Do I have to, Miss?

- Gabriella, we've not started yet.

- Quite frankly, I don't give a damn
about the Mechanicals.

In fact, I hate them.

- That was well scary, Sir.

- Right, Kacey, show us what you can
do.

- Check Spider-girl go!

- Sir, I'm stuck.
- Come on, mate. Remember that
Resilience Education.

Just reach out for the next hand hold.

- If I can do it, so can you.

- I can't.

- Give me your hand. Trust me.

- Nice one, Kace. You're a legend.

- Yeah. She is, isn't she?

Why aren't you in class?

- I'm on a free, Mr Reid.

- What do you think of Kacey?

She a better climber than you?

- Good job, Kacey!

- CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

- Are you sure this is a good idea?

- I need to do this.

- Has the police let you go, Miss?

- Yes, Darren.
- So you going to be teaching us,
then?

- No. And I probably won't be teaching
anywhere again.

How are things at home?

- Oh, yeah, social come around again.

Said they're putting Mum on, like, a
waiting list for a programme.

- Well, that's good.
- S'pose so.

They say I can stay with her if she
gets clean.

- That's what you wanted, isn't it?

- Yeah, course.

- Has Mr Lowsley has smoothed it with
the other pupils

and their parents?

- Oh, yeah, he's been good, Miss,
helping me out with, you know,

the dirty pictures and me school work.

- He has your best interests at heart.
He won't let you down.

I'm sorry if I did.

- You should, you should fight them,
Miss. For your job.

- It's too late, Darren.

- She ain't supposed to be here.

- I'll put the kettle on.

- Audrey.

- Tea. I know, no milk.

- PHONE PINGS

- Mademoiselle Stewart.

No phones in class.

- Sorry, Sir. Can I be excused?

It's important.

PHONE RINGS

- Whose is that?!

- I think it might be you, Sir.

- Hello.

Speaking.

Er... what problem?

- SCHOOL BELL RINGS

I thought you were taking your mum to
her big meeting.

- I am, but she...

She's given up.

She's quit this place and I think
she's going to let them strike her
off.

I'm going to move back home. For good.

- I wanted to apologise to you all in
writing.

- You didn't need to do this.
Christine. Everyone understands.

- Do they? Because I don't.

What I did was inexcusable. Stupid.

- You're going to give 'em what for at
the council today, yeah?

- Isn't this too little, too late?

- I wanted to say I'm sorry.

Look, read the letter, bin it,
whatever.

I let you all down last week. The
pupils, parents. Everyone.

- You came into school wasted.

- Is this really called for?
- You have ruined all the hard work
you've done here and your career.

- Well done(!)

- Hey, babes.

- You said you had good news.

- I did. The London School of Drama's
sent me an unconditional offer.

- That is amazing.

- Not when your husband's moving back
to Scotland to look after his mum.

- Listen, that shouldn't affect you,
right.

- Excuse me. You're blocking my way.

- Er. Can't you see that Imogen's
upset?

- Er... Can't you see that I don't
care?

- Oh, you think you're so superior,
you, don't you?

- Oh, Dynasty, four-syllable words.
Congratulations.

- Dynasty. Ignore her.
- You are nothing.

- You don't know anything about me.

- Yeah, I do. You're a spoilt little
brat and no-one likes you.

- Right, lads, next group are meeting
in the gym.

So we've got time for a brew.

- Go get it. Go on.

- Kick it back.

Are you deaf?

- No. I just don't want to give you
your ball back.
- Then I'll take it.

- Oh, she's not worth it, Kace. Just
leave it.

- You can have your ball back if you
win the race.
- What race?

- To the top of that.

Unless you're chicken.

- SCHOOL BELL RINGS

Come on, you lot.

Only four more periods, then home for
the holidays.

- You'd better beat her, Kacey.
- Course I will.

- Oi, Lenny. What's Little Miss Made
in Chelsea doing?

- She's racing Kacey to the top of
that wall.

- Sweet.

- If I win, I get my ball.

If you win, what do you get?

- Prestige.

- Press what?

You know what, I don't even care about
my ball.

I just want to beat you.

- Go on, Kacey.

- Oh, Gabriella is going to win.

- Why?
- The Duke of Edinburgh!

- THEY CHANT: Kacey! Kacey! Kacey!

Kacey! Kacey! Kacey! Kacey! Kacey!
Kacey!

Come on, Kacey!

- Hey.

You shouldn't be up there!

- Darren. Please. Chill out.

- Mrs Mulgrew's a drunk but you're
just crap.

- Darren, language.

- Christine?

- He's not putting me in for my exams,
Miss.

He thinks I'm thick.

- I am sure Mr Lowsley thinks no such
thing.

- You've got another year with us,
Darren.

If you put in the work and if Ed Psych
can help with your...

distractions, you can turn those
grades around.

- See, all you have to do is stick at
things.

You can't just give up.

- Isn't that what you're doing, Miss?

- Cooler, now.

- Simon...

- Miss, there's been an accident.

- My hand!
- Lisa, get Mr Reid. Tell him to find
the climbing instructors.

What happened?
- She stamped on me hand.

- I didn't touch her. I don't know why
she's saying this.

- Cos you did.

Miss, you believe me?

- Look, just calm down, we need to get
you to the hospital, OK?

- Kacey?

- You shouldn't be here, not now.

- Mum, come on.
- I can handle this.

- It was her - Gabriella.

- She's lying.
- Let's save the finger pointing to
later.

- I reckon Gabi did do it. Kacey was
well good up there.

- Kacey?

What have you done to yourself,
sweetheart?

- Don't worry, your mum'll look after
you.

- What were you two doing up there
unsupervised?

- Mum, we'll be late.

- Well, there's no concussion.

The injury to your wrist, however, is
concerning.

- You've fractured the navicular bone.

We need to put your wrist in plaster
for 12 weeks.

Once the cast comes off, we can
arrange physio.

I can't guarantee a full recovery,

but you'll be back to writing essays
before the school year's out.

- She's a boxer.

- Well...with plenty of aftercare...

- What? On the NHS?
- Don't start, Mum.

Can you just patch me up, please?

- Right. I'll see you later. I'm going
to sort this out.

- I'll get the nurse.

- Customer number? Yes, 00756899W.

Yes, I'd like to talk to someone about
my cruise, please.

Erm, no, cancelling it.

- I didn't hurt Kacey.

I couldn't do something like that.

- What were you doing on the wall in
the first place?

Go on, Gabi.

- I was showing off.

I wanted her to like me.

- Well, we all want people to like us,
Gabriella. That's natural.

I'm just sorry that you resorted to
something so dangerous.

I'm going to open an investigation
into what happened.

I expect your full cooperation.

- I'll do anything.
- OK.

Well, if you're fine to wait here,

I'll bring your parents through when
they arrive, yeah?
- OK.

- Sonya, can you fetch Shaznay
Montrose,

Lenny and Lisa Brown, please? I want
to hear what they saw.

- Yes, Mr Lowsley.

- I've already spoken to them, while
you were with Gabi,

and they didn't see anything.

It's her word against Kacey's. I'd say
it's a foregone conclusion.

- This isn't a witch-hunt, Nikki.

- Gabriella should be reported to the
police.

Sonya, do you have a direct number for
them, please?

- Hey, hey, rein it in, all right? You
are too close to Kacey.

- Can you just hear yourself defending
her, Simon?

She's a borderline sociopath.

- No, she isn't. She's a kid. An upset
kid in our care.

We should be helping Gabriella, not
condemning her.

Look, I'm head now, all right, and
what I say goes, so drop it, OK?

- OK.

Oh...

..acting. You're acting head, Simon.

You should remember that.

- PHONE RINGS

- Waterloo Road?
- I shouldn't have left the wall
unattended.
- No, you shouldn't have.

I'm going to be in touch with your
boss.

This is an insurance matter, if not a
legal one.

- Gabriella's mum's in the foyer, and
apparently she ain't too happy.

- I'm sorry.

- Gabriella is very upset, Mrs Wark.

We are investigating the accident.

And I hope to treat it precisely as
that - a tragic accident.

- I find that nothing is accidental
when it comes to my daughter.

- Mummy, I didn't do anything.

- Is there somewhere else we can go?
Sort this out?

- Erm, yeah, OK. Excuse us.

- When I was about seven or eight,

that's when Mum was really bad.

There was this pub.

She'd put me to bed, and then go over
and then come home at closing,

come into my room, and then kiss me on
the cheek.

I'd pretend that I was sleeping.

I could smell the booze off her.

It made me feel safe to know that she
was home.

That's so messed up, isn't it?

If they stop her from teaching, she's
got nothing.

If I'm here, then I can look after
her, keep her safe.

- It's not your job.

- What?
- To save her.

- Christine? We're ready for you.

Second left.

- I hope Kacey's wrist is OK.

- Yeah, it will be. But not in time
for the Games.

- What are you going to tell your mum?

- That I have to stay. Look after her.

- And chuck London?

- Imogen was dead upset.

She's been banging on about this drama
course all year.

- What?

- Oh, she didn't say? She got an
unconditional offer for London.

- You can't throw all this away.
- Erm, that's rich coming from you.

You're telling him not to throw his
life away,

you won't get out of this bed.

- It's different.
- How is it different?

He's throwing his dream job away and
trampling on Imogen's.

And, you, you're just moping around

cos you're brain's not as boffiny any
more.

Oh, Kace. How is it?

Oi, you stop these tears.

You're lucky we're not scraping you
off the floor like a blob of jam.

- Can we go home?
- No.

We're going to sort this out with
Gabriella Wark for good.

And, Connor, you're going to sort
yourself out for Imogen's sake.

And, you...

..you get your backside in this chair
now. Come on.

- BELL RINGS

- Gabriella, I want the truth. Now.

- The Brown twins, have you sent for
them?

- But Nikki said...
- I don't care what Nikki said.

- Oi!
- Mrs Barry?

- You finished shouting at her?

- I wasn't shouting. How is Kacey?

- Her future's down the swanny. How do
you think?

- I'm truly sorry...
- Have you kicked her out yet?

- We haven't got enough evidence to
lay blame on Gabriella.

What happened was an unfortunate
accident.

- Yeah, well, Christine might have
been half-cut,

but she was twice the head that you
are.

- So, how much for this to go away?

- Mrs Wark, can you wait in there?
- Is she paying you off?
- No!

- I've seen it all now.
- I've no idea what she's doing.

- I'll take Gabriella now, we'll find
a new school.

- Mrs Wark, this is completely
unethical.

- Ten grand. I'll take ten grand for
starters.

That'll stop me going down the cop
shop.

Then we can discuss a settlement for
our Kacey.

- And you are?

- I'm your worst nightmare.

Cheque's payable to Carol Barry.

- Suddenly, this all makes sense.
- Excuse me?

- Did your daughter hurl herself off
the wall on purpose?

- Carol? What have you done?
- Are you OK?

- You'll be hearing from my solicitor.

- Yeah, and you'll be hearing from
mine.

- Get your hands off me.

Kacey wouldn't make up something like
this. So...

..why don't you admit it? Then we can
just move on.

- I've told you.

- Everyone has given you the benefit
of the doubt.

You have been given a stack of second
chances

which you've thrown back in our faces.

So now it's time to say sorry - sorry
to Kacey, sorry to Mr Reid,

and sorry to me.

All right. We'll phone the police.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that your relationship is so
flimsy

that a 17-year-old school girl can
destroy it.

That's what this is about, isn't it?

- Don't be ridiculous.
- You're blaming me for your sad
little life

going off-piste.

- Shut up.
- All I did was tell the truth about
you and Mr Reid.

- I said shut up!

- Make me.

What are you doing? Ow, what are you
doing?

Ow, what are you doing?
- Gabriella, stop it.

- Get off me. Help, help!
- Stop it. Stop!
- Ow! Help me!

- I'm hoping you will take my
cooperation into consideration.

- Oh, we will.

However, after this hearing, you may
no longer be permitted

to teach in our authority.

Now, we'll make our recommendation to
the General Teaching Council.

And then the GTC will decide whether
you should be struck off altogether.

- I do understand.

But I am a good teacher.

- You were drunk in school.
- I lapsed.

- You put our pupils at risk.

- Will you let me speak?

I have worked hard to make Waterloo
Road a school where pupils,

difficult pupils, get second and third
chances.

I am asking the same of you.

I have a problem with alcohol, but I
am getting help.

And what I did will never happen
again.

- You've been in...recovery before.

- You know I have.

My addiction and the pressure of being
head broke me.

But that doesn't mean I can't work in
a classroom.

I would love to teach English at
Waterloo Road,

but if that's not possible,

please let me work in another local
authority.

- I think we'll have a few questions
first.

Who'd like to start?

Yeah, I wanted her to tell the truth,
but I didn't touch her.

- I saw you.

- Right, do you really think I'd hurt
her?

I was angry, OK? But Gabriella has set
me up.

- Look, I've got Mrs Wark in my
office,

and I'm going to have to explain to
her what's happened.

- Yeah, and she knows what she's like,
because her daughter has

caused mayhem at every school she's
attended.

- Right, that's it, take the rest of
the day off.
- Whoa! No way.

- I'm going to have to formally
suspend you

pending an investigation.
- No, I am not going home.

- Nikki, will you please, for once, do
as you're told?

- If I leave, it's an admission of
guilt.

And I didn't touch her. So I am going
back to my class,

and you can get Gabriella to tell you
the truth.

- Nik...
- No!

- I've always been the same - get the
retaliation in first.

I'm so stupid.
- No you're not.

You're the tigress protecting her cub.

Look, I phoned the cruise company, and
we can claim on that insurance.

So cancelling won't cost us a penny.

We can stay here, look after Kacey,

and face whatever the Warks have to
throw at us.

- Will you really do that for me?

- Yeah, of course.

- Thing is, if that toff presses
charges,

I'll be taking a holiday of my own...

at Her Majesty's pleasure.

- I don't think you'll get a custodial
sentence for a catfight.

- You do if you've got a bit of
previous.

- Oh, what?

Sue, have you seen Gabriella Wark?
- No.

- Gabriella's claiming that Nikki hit
her.

I walked in on them and I think
that...

- What? That she did it?
- Maybe. Gabriella was really upset,
Sue.

I've got Mrs Wark in the office, and I
don't think I can...

- Hey, hey, hey.

What has resilience education taught
you this term?

That anyone can do anything.

You're acting head. Next term, you'll
be head teacher.

This is your test, Twinkle.

- You're right.
- I always am.

Look, I've got to go meet Vix for a
goodbye lunch.

But when I get back, I expect smiles,
OK?

- OK. Thanks.

- And I will take routine testing

if that would put the board's mind at
rest.

- And who would foot the bill for this
testing?

Well, I think that concludes things.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, Christine.

We'll confer upon your case

and make our recommendation to the
General Teaching Council.

Despite your impassioned plea,

your actions leave us very little room
for manoeuvre.

- When will I know?

- Hopefully, before the commencement
of next term.

Well, my mind's made up. This
shouldn't take long, should it?

Pull your hair back.
- What are you doing?

- We need photographic evidence.

I assume you've suspended Miss Boston?

- I've asked her to go home.
- The other side now.

- But Miss Boston is denying that she
struck Gabriella.

- Then why is my daughter bleeding?

- Mr Lowsley, you saw her attack me.
- No, I didn't.

Gabriella, you weren't bleeding in
pastoral care.

- Are you saying that I'm lying?

- I don't know.

- I believe my daughter, Mr Lowsley.

- PHONE RINGS

- Waterloo Road, secretary's office.

- Hi, Sonya, it's Christine. Erm, any
news on Kacey Barry?

- She's broken her wrist, but,
Christine, it's all kicking off.

- 'What?'

- Nikki has hit Gabriella Wark.

Well, at least that's Gabriella's
version of events.

- Can you get me Audrey or someone?
- Just a second, Christine.

- Can I speak to her?

Christine, it's Simon.
- Simon, are you OK?
- Yeah, yeah.

No, no. Look, I need help with
Gabriella.

She's out of control.

- I've just come out of my hearing, I
can't come back to the school.

- You know what the Warks have been
through. They trust you.
- It could jeopardise any chance

I've got of saving my career. Simon,
I'm sorry.

- Mr Lowsley?
- Please, Christine.

- Simon?

- You did the right thing -

going home would have only made you
look guilty.

- Well, Simon needs to deal with this
now.

- I'll leave you to it, yeah?

- You know what to do, mate.

- Kacey?

- All right, babe? The cast don't look
too bad, does it?

- It'll heal. It will.

- I'm going to swing for that
Gabriella Wark.

- You might want to think about that.

There's something...
- I've kind of...

something you need to...
- ..I need to tell you.

- You should have told me about the
college.

- I didn't want to heap more on you.

- Kevin and Dynasty think I should go
back to London.

You'll be down after your exams and
then we'll live our lives.

- And what do you think?

- What's the point if I'm going to be
worried about my mum?

I'm staying here. I'll get a job in
Greenock.

But I'm not going to stop you going to
that college.

What do you think?

- Nikki'd never do that.

- Look, don't shoot the messenger. She
just flipped out.

- She knows I'm moving to Berlin. She
texted this morning.

- That was me. I sort of blurted it
out.

- Who was the kid?
- Victoria? I'm home.

- In here, Dad.
- Gabriella Wark.

- Her again?
- Yeah, well, she's ruined Kacey
Barry's chances

for the Commonwealth Games.
- Nikki's Kacey? The boxer?

- Oh! What a morning!

- Well, how did it go with Christine?

- I've got to finish packing.

I'll leave you two to stir the
cauldron.

- Well?

- Susie, you shouldn't be asking me.
- Dad, is she gone?

- I couldn't possibly divulge.

But you know that bottle of bubbly
leftover from my birthday?

We could share it with Simon at Sunday
dinner.

- Vix, did you hear that? Vix?

- DOOR CLOSES

- You can't leave without us getting
to the truth of the matter.

- Sadly, the truth of the matter is on
my camera phone.

Gabriella has been injured in your
care.

It's over to the police now.

- Mrs Wark, please let me sort this.

- I think you owe Mr Lowsley another
chance.

God knows, we gave your daughter
enough.

- Can you wait outside for a couple of
minutes, please?

- I heard you've had a bit of trouble.

- Vix, you're here.

- Look, Sue's told me.

It's that vicious, little blonde
again.

Ignore her.
- I can't.

I didn't touch her.

She's just determined on getting me
sacked.

- Don't give her the satisfaction.

Just walk away.

I've...

I've got this really great studio in
Berlin.

It's only got the one bedroom, but I
thought...

- After everything I've done?
- I still...

..care.
- I don't deserve you.

You might...might meet someone in
Berlin.

Like, someone better than me.

- Maybe, but...

- Can I borrow you?

- What are you doing here?
- I'm trying to save your job.

I need to know exactly what happened
with Gabriella.

- You don't need to do this.

- If I walk away, she wins.

- Then, we lose.

- In your own time.

Nikki?

- Yeah.
- Tell me what happened.

- I don't want her in here.

- Does she need to be involved?

- Yes. Gabriella's story jeopardises
Miss Boston's future as a teacher.

We could, and probably should,

hand this over to the local authority
and the police,

but I think calling them is the last
thing any of us need.

However, it is 20 to three.

So, when the bell goes for the end of
school,

Mr Lowsley will have to follow
procedure and call the police...

unless we can sort this out now.

- We still on for the pub later? Got
my fake ID.

- Don't feel like celebrating any
more.

- What? I were well looking forward to
it.

- Your mobile playing up? Been texting
you to come see me.

- I turned it off in the ambulance.

- Well, I've got news.

Police college have been in touch.

You're in!
- No way!
- Yes way! Well done.

- Hey, the bizzies want me. They want
PC Barry.

- You can nick your mum yourself now!

- That's brilliant, Dynasty.

And I'm going to apply for a drama
course in Glasgow,

so we won't be far away.

Connor's got to be here for his mum,
so we're both staying.

- Your...your mum all right with that?

- She needs me so...

Well done!
- Congratulations!
- Are you happy?

- So we have two cases of Gabriella's
word being called into question.

First, by Kacey. Secondly, by Miss
Boston.

- I'm telling the truth.

Nobody believes me, do they?

Mum?

Mum, I wouldn't, not today.

Mum?
- Stop it.

Don't you dare use today against me.

- I believe you, Gabriella.

It's a bit stuffy in here, don't you
think? Fancy a walk?

- Where are we going?

- Just down here.

I've been round a board table once
already today.

I couldn't stand it again.

I came here for a fresh start.

My last school had seen straight
through me,

so I moved somewhere where nobody knew
me.

But, from day one, right there...

..I started lying.

Just like you.

When you lie as much as we do...

..I think you end up believing them
yourself.

- Miss Boston did attack me, and I
didn't touch Kacey.

- I'm a drunk, Gabi.

I'm sure you know that.

Well, everyone does now.

When Connor was little, we used to
live right by a pub.

I'd put him to bed, close his
curtains.

I'd sneak out for a drink.

I'd come home drunk,

go in and kiss him, and pass out.

I was sure he didn't know.

But one night, I came home and...

..found his curtains open.

Connor had forgot to shut them.

My little boy had been sat in the
window, waiting for me,

and now he was pretending to be
asleep.

I went in and kissed him, and then I
cried my eyes out.

That was such a wake-up call.

I mean, I stayed sober for a year
after that.

Lying to other people is cruel,

but lying to yourself...

..is so much worse.

You're a clever girl who can have a
bright future, I'm sure of that,

but you won't if you can't be honest
with yourself.

- I'll get into trouble.

- That's what you wanted, wasn't it?
To get into trouble?

I know you want your parents'
attention.

I heard you say to your mum, "Not
today."

- It's her birthday.

- Your sister.

- Daddy always makes sure he's away on
business, every year.

I thought...maybe I could make him
come back.

She would've been 15, if I'd have
looked after her.

I look at Dynasty and Kacey...

..and I think, "That should've been
us."

- Have you said any of this to your
parents?

- They wouldn't listen to me.

- They're still hurting over your
sister,

but if you're honest with them, maybe
they'll surprise you.

- I've had enough.

Your father can deal with you
tomorrow.

- Gabriella has something to say.

- I need to apologise to Miss Boston
and Kacey.

- I think you should go in there and
support your daughter.

I'm sure Florence wouldn't have wanted
all this hurt.

- 'I'm sorry.'

Miss Boston didn't touch me.

I did it to myself.

Kacey, I hurt you to get attention.
Attention from my parents.

Since my sister died...

..they haven't...

Everyone loves you, Kacey.

I just wish someone felt that way
about me.

I stamped on your hand.

I shouldn't have and I shouldn't have
lied.

I hope you can both forgive me.

- You're forgiven.

- Hallelujah.

Now where's that chequebook?

- Carol, I hear that bruise on Mrs
Wark's face is your doing?

Maybe we should leave all this here.

Kacey's going to need her mum around.

- Let's just drop it, Mum.

- Shall I leave you two to talk?
- (Yes, please.)

Mum?

- Mrs Wark?

It'll be OK, Gabi.

- I'm tired of this, Mum.

Doing things to get you to notice me.
Dad, too.

I want us to be normal.

What happened to Florence...happened
seven years ago.

Can today be a new start, please?

Florence is dead.

I'm alive...

..and I need my mum and my dad.

- We all want this to end.

- Christine, how did you?

- Erm, threat of violence usually does
the trick.

I just talked to her. She's a kid, not
a monster.

You two couldn't see that.

You because you were angry about
Kacey,

and you because you were worried about
your job.

- Christine, I'm sorry.

- Don't be. Either of you.

You two are the best teachers I've
ever worked with -

vocational, living for the job.

I was just glad to get through the day
and pick up the paycheck.

- That's not true.

- Erm...I'd like to take back what I
said this morning.

- Why? You were right.

I've shot myself in the foot.

I'm not even meant to be here.

- What will you do now?

- Go home, get a job.

I'm thinking barmaid.

THEY LAUGH

Sonya, could you get me a cab home,
please?

All right, Audrey?

- Connor's here with the car.

- Oh, good.

- No, Christine, it's...not good.

- Sonya's just heard Connor in the
library. He's moving back home.

He thinks it's his duty to look after
his alcoholic mother.

- BELL RINGS

- Right, that's the end of another
term.
- Yeah.

That stuff about the paycheck. That
was rubbish, wasn't it?

- Who knows?

- They can't sack her, Nikki. She
saved all our necks today.
- Yeah.

Do you really live for the job?
- Yeah, course.

- Hmm, of course.

- We're letting her be. She's screwed
up enough as it is.

- You're OK though, Kace, yeah?
- I suppose.

- Come here.

And me and George have decided to
knock the cruise on the head.

I'm going to stay here and look after
you.
- But, Mum, you've been looking
forward to that cruise.

- Yeah, Mum, you deserve it.

I mean, ten weeks in that outfit, you
deserve a medal.

- Your mum couldn't possibly drag
herself away.

- Yeah, I could.
- The girls need you, though, Carol.

- As if.
- No, do you know what? The girls are
right.

These past few months have been hell.

Nothing I'd like more than some sun,
sea and...

a bit of the other.

- The cruise is on. Well, what can I
say?

- Right. Come on, girls, time's
ticking.

Get me out this straitjacket.

- Mr Windsor, are you OK?

- Tickety-boo, Imogen.

- Holiday reading?

- No, I've been teaching it all term.

It's actually the first text I ever
taught.

- Pub?

- I don't think so.

- I just wanted to say thank you for
being there today.

- It's all right, Kace.
- See you next term then.

- I'm not coming back next term.

- Gabi let you off the hook.

- Yeah, I know.

But...I think it's time for a fresh
adventure.

- You're the only one who gets
me...since Mr Clarkson.

- Mr Clarkson would be so proud of
you, Kacey.

I know that because I am.

- I need you.

- You can call me any time.

And I want a ringside seat for the
Games.

- But I'm not going.
- In Rio.

- The Olympics?
- Yeah, you can do it. I'm absolutely
sure of it.

- Please don't go.

- Hey, hey, hey. Come on, stop
blubbing.

Aren't you that girl that just got
back from Florida?

Don't you think I want some of the
same?

- You're going to Florida?
- No.

Germany.

- So, you're broke?

- Well, mother, it seems,

was up to her neck in debt...

of which I am now the proud owner.

The cruise was booked on credit, so I
am now completely sunk.

- Tell Carol.
- How?
- With words.

- Carol may not be my usual choice of
woman, but I am very fond of her,

and if I were to tell her I'm broke,

she'd probably drop me like a stone.

- Taxi's here, Captain Windsor.

- See you, Christine.

- Try not to throw yourself overboard.

- You just couldn't keep away.

- I called my father-in-law,

and the council are going to let you
teach.

Isn't that right, Robert?

- It seems that you have a lot of
support at Waterloo Road...

and on the education board.

You do want to stay, don't you?

- Of course I do.

- The board were very impressed with
your performance earlier.

It seems I was a lone voice.

You won't be able to hold a position
in seniority, of course.

- But we'll see you next term.

- Thank you. Thank you, both of you.

- If she steps out of line,

then I'll accept full responsibility.

I'm her head teacher.

- Well, for the rest of the year
maybe.

See you at Sunday dinner, son.

- I can't believe that lot are here.
We should've gone somewhere else.

- Ignore them. Today's our last day.

Next term exams and then we are out of
here. Cheers!

- I've told the bar staff which ones
are under 18.

- Where's Simon?

- He's speaking with your dad. Said he
didn't fancy a pint.

- That's odd.
- Not as odd as Nikki. She's quit.

Said she's off to Germany.

- What?

- PHONE RINGS

- Sue?
- Vix, where are you?
- I'm waiting for my taxi.

- Just go and get your flight.
- I don't understand.

- Just get on the plane. Just don't
look back.

- DOORBELL RINGS

- That'll be my taxi. Wait a sec.

- Vix? Vix?

- Nikki?

- I quit.

Will you have me?

- Yeah.

Sorry, Sue, we'll send you a postcard.

- Are you sure?

I promise I will never hurt you again.

- You can't promise that.

But I reckon what we've got is worth
risking a bit of heartache for.

- I love you. I love you.
- Ditto.

- HORN BEEPS

- That's the cab. You ready?
- Wait.

I was scared of being happy. That's
why I slept with Hector.

- You don't need to explain.
- No, no, I do.

You love me, and I guess I was scared
of that.

And I didn't feel like I deserved it.

So I did what I always do, and I just
pressed the button.

I pressed the self-destruct button.
- But you were happy?

- Yeah.

- Well, then don't be scared. Be
happy.

You're strong, brave and beautiful.

And, from today, you're mine.

- PHONE RINGS

- Come on, answer.

What do you think you are doing?

- Giving Nikki have a happy ending.

- What, so she can screw up my
sister's life?
- Really?

- Yes, really. And you're just as bad.

If it hadn't been for you sticking
yourself in where it wasn't wanted,

Vix and Nikki would still be here.

Why would I expect an idiot like you
to even understand?

- I'll get the drinks in.

- Are you sure you want to do this
here?

- Yes, Audrey, I am.

- Right, last one to finish these has
to down their bevy.

Ready? One, two, three.

Ah, Rhiannon, it's you.

Down it, down it, down it! Go on, get
it down you!

- It's just Vimto, Miss.

- Two tickets for the sleeper train
tonight.

- Mum, we're staying. It's fine.

- Connor, I don't want you looking
after me.

And I won't have you both lie about
being happy to stay.

You have lives waiting in London at
the restaurant and at college.

Just go and get them.

It's OK.

- And what about you?

- Well, I'm, I'm going to be back
teaching next term.

And Audrey has asked me to stay with
her.

- I'm going to be keeping my eye on
her.

- Apparently, I'll have my own en
suite.

Right, well, the train doesn't leave
Glasgow until gone 11,

so you have a few hours.

Enjoy your night.

Oh and, Rhiannon, that is not Vimto.

Do not kid a kidder.

- Down it, come on! Woo! Cheers!

- Hector, mine is a lime and soda,
please.

- Well done, boss.