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THEME MUSIC

'I work in a processing plant.

They call it a school but it's a processing plant.

The First Years with their little, furry pencil cases

and lunchbox packed by Mummy,

the Second Years waiting to devour them,

the Third and Fourth Years bursting with hormones,

stinking of hormones,

the Fifth Years waiting for the day of escape.

So here we have the kid who can't stand me.

And this is the kid who stinks of chip fat. Bless her.

The one who'll have three kids before she's 18.

And then we always have an infested kid.

Oh, and of course we mustn't forget the one

who's gonna end up in prison.

But sometimes down in the depths you find a pearl.

And suddenly...'

..you've got hope, haven't you?

BELL RINGS

Out, damned spot! Out, I say!

One, two

Why, then, tis time to do it

Hell is murky

Fie, my lord, fie A soldier and afeard?

What need we fear who knows it

When none can call our power to account

Yet who'd have thought the old man would have had so much blood in him?

BELL RINGS

CHILDREN CHATTER

Hi, Yvonne. Are you all right? Yeah.

KEYS JINGLE

Connor? Have you been using my make-up again? Get lost.

You have. I haven't used that much in two weeks! Piss it.

Dad, will you tell him? Connor, turn that down, will you?

Last week, Connor, when you went to see one of your stupid bands.

He thinks he's Marilyn Manson. You look like a panda, you dickhead!

Shut up, retard. Freak!

Minger. Dad! Touch them and you're dead.

When did my daughter start wearing make-up?

Hey, baby. Around the same time as your son.

(CHUCKLES) Dinner will be ready in about an hour.

Good. Time for a run, then.

Stay out of my room! OUR room.

Here. Gary Numan, move over. You'll be wearing my knickers next!

I won't be long.

I told Chris and Stella we'd go for a drink with them. Tonight?

Said she's got something to tell us. She'll be pregnant, then.

Stella's pregnant?

AMBIENT MUSIC

(PUFFS)

DOG BARKS

Here, Fops. Come on, come on!

DOG BARKS EXCITEDLY

CHILD SQUEALS

LIQUID TRICKLES

DOG BARKS

(SCREAMS)

Carly, what is it, love?

You dirty bastard!

Shit.

You filthy twat! You derelict, filthy bastard! Filthy twat!

I'll see you again and I'll recognise you.

I know who you are!

If I get you you're dead, you dirty bastard!

'Brian, will you be long?'

Yeah, two minutes.

We're getting married. (GASPS) Great!

We want you to be our witnesses. We'd love to, wouldn't we, Brian?

Next Saturday. Next Saturday?

(INDISCERNIBLE)

Cheers. ALL: Cheers.

Cheers.

That's fantastic.

Is it your piles? Take it easy, will you?

You want to leave the bitter. You're your own worst enemy.

Will you give it a rest?

How would your Amy like to be bridesmaid with our Kelly? (GASPS)

Absolutely not. What do you think? Eh?

Oh, she'd love it. It'd be fantastic. Yeah, great.

HUBBUB

(LAUGHS) I'll give you a ring. All right, love.

See you later. Night.

Yeah, goodnight. See you.

(SIGHS)

Would you marry me again if you had the choice?

Of course I would. Why?

Say you had the chance to do it all over again.

(LAUGHS) I'm not dead yet, Brian.

But would you, with me, or would you go for someone else?

Well, Brad Pitt's taken, so...

I'd choose you every time.

Same here. Liar.

Bet you'd be off with some little blonde half your age.

Get lost, will you?

You know I love you.

How much?

How much? Mm.

Mm...

Ooh.

Oh, that much? (CHUCKLES)

It's all quiet on the western front.

Probably killing each other.

Britney's been very naughty.

Has she, now? Mm.

Needs her arse smacked if you ask me.

She'll wake the kids.

No, she won't.

Otherwise she'll get it smacked again.

I've got a load of marking to do.

It's all right.

Britney will wait.

(SIGHS)

♪ Oh, baby, baby

♪ How was I supposed to know

♪ That something wasn't right here. ♪

ALARM BUZZES

CHILDREN ARGUE

ANN: The pair of you, will you cut it out?

AMBIENT MUSIC

(WHISTLES)

(HUMS SOFTLY)

BELL RINGS

..you need to know to be able to communicate in the English language.

You need to know the basic building blocks, what words are made of.

Words are made of syllables.

So a word like 'in-di-ges-tion'... BELL RINGS

..has four syllables.

Now, today we're gonna look at some poet...

What's the matter with you? Get that and put it in the bin.

Go and get that and get it in the bin. That was a terrible shot.

Put it over here.

BELL RINGS

All right, everybody. Calm down. We're gonna look at poetry.

We're gonna look at the poetry of World War I.

A lot of great poetry came out of World War I.

Can we have a bit of quiet, please?

Do you write poetry yourself? Well, shut up...

Where have you come from? We're five minutes into the bloody lesson.

The most famous of them was a man called Wilfred Owen.

Jason McArdle! Jason McArdle, get out!

Go and see the Year Head now

and tell her that I am not prepared to teach you anymore.

I'm sick of your endless rabbiting on and ignoring me. Get out!

Average mark of B-minus last year. Average of B this year.

I just thought it'd be a nice if you made a bit of an effort.

Well, I just don't like this place. (SIGHS)

It was a shite hole when I was here.

Looks like it's still a shite hole now.

How would you know? You were hardly here.

I hear she likes Home Economics. She's a great little cook.

You mean she's thick? Mum!

Well... Average mark of B-minus last year.

Average B this year. Slight improvement.

There we are, look. There he is - Dracula. Still alive, then.

Still has that bloody cape on. It's a gown.

Average mark of D last year.

Average of D this year.

University? No improvement whatsoever.

Do you know the times I spent outside that bastard's office?

Average mark of C-minus last year.

Average of D this year. Even worse.

Sir.

(GIGGLES)

He's the laziest pupil I've ever taught.

He's antisocial, bone-idle, arrogant, cheeky...

B-minus last year. C-plus this year.

In my opinion he needs anger management therapy

cos he's not just spoiling it for himself,

he's spoiling it for every kid in his class.

And, quite frankly, Mr McArdle, I've had it up to here with him.

Slight room for improvement, then.

Hi, sir. Jenna, hi.

This is my mum. Mrs Doran.

And my dad.

Pleased to meet you. Pleased to meet you, Mr Doran.

Please.

So how's she doing?

Um, yep, excellent.

Um... No concerns at all.

She's a star pupil. You should be very proud.

Well, she doesn't get it from me. (BOTH CHUCKLE)

And did Jenna tell you that she won the school prize for poetry?

No, she didn't say.

You didn't say, love. MR DORAN: Carly!

Carly, come here. You didn't say it was the school prize.

You just said somebody gave you a book token.

Carly, come here. Well, I think I've got it over here.

What are you doing?

I made a couple of copies so you could take it home,

read it for yourself, see just how good it is.

Thanks. English is her favourite subject.

Do it up or you'll be cold outside. She wants to be a journalist.

We've no idea how you do that.

Well, I'm sure we can help with that.

She's got the ability, that's the main thing.

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

Hey, what's up? (SCREAMS)

Carly! Carly, love!

Look, I run in the park most evenings.

Last night I needed a pee.

You know, I can see how this looks, but...

..I got caught short in the middle of a park.

I'm not the first person to pee in a park, you know?

I know how you feel, I do.

If this was one of my girls I'd feel exactly the same as you.

You know, there's all kinds out there, I know that.

You can't take your eyes off your kids for a minute,

but if you think I'm like that...

Why did you run?

If you'd done nothing wrong why did you run?

Oh, come on.

One minute you're having a pee,

the next minute there's this kid screaming her head off.

Her dad's chasing after you, ready to kill you.

What do you want me to do? Introduce myself, say...

"Please allow me to explain, I was merely having a pee"?

You'd have battered me.

(SIGHS) I panicked.

I don't know.

A bit stupid, but...

You just don't think at the time, do you?

I wouldn't know.

Look, Mr Peterson was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I appreciate how distressing this must have been for your little girl...

..but I have the reputation of my school to consider,

not to mention that of my staff.

Mr Peterson has an unblemished record.

He's someone I'd totally trust with any child.

He's not some...flasher.

(CHUCKLES)

Mr Doran.

What happened?

Nothing.

I'll tell you in the car.

Come on.

(GIRLS HUM WEDDING MARCH AND GIGGLE)

What's she doing up?

I said Kelly could sleep over.

They'll never get up for school. They're practising for Saturday.

How did your Parents Night go?

Yeah, all right. (GIRLS GIGGLE)

HUBBUB

Jenna, where are you going? You've got rehearsal.

I can't do the play anymore.

Why not?

Because...

My dad won't let me.

Me and your dad sorted it out, didn't we?

He just won't let me.

You're playing Lady Macbeth. You can't just throw this away, Jenna.

I've gotta do what he says.

I'm sorry, sir.

I'm gonna have to ask you to come off the play, Brian.

No.

It's for the best. What will it look like?

An admission of guilt, that's what it'll look like.

It's a kids' play, Brian. Nobody will notice.

Of course they'll notice. I've done it for years.

Well, then we tell them you're having a rest this year. No.

You either come off the play or there is no play.

Cos the parents won't let their kids be in it.

Who'll take over? Michael.

Michael won't do it. When he finds out what's gone on he'll say no.

He's said yes.

What? He said he'll do it.

So you're not asking me to come off the play, it's all been arranged?

Yes.

Couldn't you have told me?

I've just walked into that rehearsal,

a lunchtime rehearsal, by the way, my own bloody lunchtime,

couldn't you have told me before I walked in there?

I was waiting for the chance!

Thanks, Michael. What?

TELEPHONE RINGS

I couldn't say no, could I?

You think I want to do the bloody play?

It's the last thing I want, mate, but I couldn't say no, right?

You can all go back to talking about me now.

You're always somewhere you shouldn't be, aren't you, Jason?

Get outside and kick a ball around like a normal human being.

Perv.

What did you say? Nothing.

What did you just call me, son? What did you just call me then?

Nothing. You're a liar!

Peterson.

This boy just called me a perv.

I want you to do something about it, right?

I want you to come down on him like a ton of bricks.

Go back to your classroom now, Jason.

BELL RINGS

DOOR BELL RINGS

Why didn't you use the public toilet? What?

You was 20 yards away from a public toilet. Why didn't you use it?

I don't like 'em. Why not?

I just don't, all right?

No, it's not all right. Why didn't you use it?

Because I didn't. What is all this? I thought we had this sorted.

Just answer the frigging question, all right?

If you needed to piss why didn't you use the toilet like everyone else?

I don't like using public toilets. Why not?

For God's sake, you know why not. No, I don't!

Cottagers, right? What?

Cottagers - men who go into toilets looking for...

They go into public toilets, park toilets.

Well, I couldn't put my finger on it at first,

the look on your face at that Parents Night.

I'm sorry about this, love, but it needs sorting.

You were shitting yourself, weren't you?

You couldn't even look me in the eye.

Of course not. How did you think I felt - You recognised me, that's why!

If you wasn't looking at me or my daughter in that park,

if you was just having an innocent piss,

then how come you recognised me last night?

Look, I can see you've given this a bit of thought.

Yeah, I've given it a lot of thought, all right.

Something I never did properly in that office when I was on the spot.

But now it's crystal.

Believe me, you haven't heard the last of this. Oh, look. Come on.

Hang on a minute. Mr Doran -

You're married to a perv, love. Mr Doran, please.

If you'd just give me a chance to explain at least. (RAPS ON WINDOW)

Please, will you at least let me try and explain what happened?

Come on, you...

I just can't understand why you didn't say anything.

Because I was...mortified, that's why.

I'm your wife, Brian.

I tell you everything.

How do you think that makes me feel?

That's two things that have happened to you in two days

and I have to find out about it from some fella coming to the door.

I should have said something, I know,

but how do you begin to explain something like that?

Brian, Brian.

What now? Batman wants to see you.

Juicier and juicier, ain't it?

I had a visit from the police this morning.

Jenna Doran's father's made an official complaint.

I'll notify the chair of governors.

The police are looking into the matter...

Sorry. Procedure.

Did you do anything about Jason McArdle? What?

He called me a perv.

I asked you to deal with it. I dealt with it.

How? I dealt with it, all right?

Now, I think the best thing to do would be for you to go home.

Really?

Well, I think the best thing would be to soldier on

and that is what I intend to do.

Brian, I've seen it before.

The best thing to do is to go home and let it all blow over.

And what if it doesn't all blow over? It will.

You've got the school behind you, the chair of governors

and your union.

The best thing to do is to go home, rest,

and let them get on with it, yeah?

What about my classes? Don't worry. It's all taken care of.

Of course.

I just need to get something from my -

Please, Brian. Just go straight home, please.

It's just something - Please. Will you do as I say?

Highdale? BOY: Here.

Irwin? BOY: Here.

Jones? Cavanagh?

Sit down. Excuse me.

I thought I told you to go straight home.

There's something I had to get.

It's nothing. Please.

There. Pile cream. What did you think it was?

I didn't want anyone to know, but now we all know, don't we?

He knows and he knows and she knows

and 30-odd kids know and pretty soon the whole bloody school will know

that I have piles!

All right?! CHILDREN LAUGH

All right, quiet now. Quiet.

Horan. GIRL: Yes, Miss.

(LAUGHS) Like the bloody May queen.

All she talks about is the wedding, Stella.

Hm? Hang on. Connor! DOOR SLAMS

Don't you dare give me that 'free period' rubbish!

And what have I told you about slamming that door?

What are you doing home?

Oh, excuse me for spoiling your little routine.

So this is what you get up to the minute I'm out of the house?

Park your arse on the couch and get on the phone all day to your mates.

No wonder the bloody phone bill's sky high.

Stella, I'll phone you back, love.

Stella? You're on the phone to her all day?

She's only over the bloody road. Why are you home?

Shout out the window, you'd save us a fortune!

What are you doing home? I've been suspended, haven't I?

Why?

The dad's gone to the police.

But you haven't done anything.

WOMAN: You know when you saw Jenna's teacher in the woods,

what did it look like he was doing?

He was...

..pulling it, shaking it.

Shaking it?

Are you serious? She's only six.

The father says she's too young

to know the correct term for masturbating.

Not that we suggested - I didn't shake it. I...

Well, what do you do? Drip-dry? Put it through a mangle?

With your penis sticking out.

What?

No. No, you don't. I'm not having that.

I am not having you coming in here

accusing me of playing with myself in a park where there's kids about!

What do you think I am?

He's not like that.

He's a really nice man.

A really great teacher.

The best in the school.

I love going to his lessons.

They're always interesting, dead different.

He spends time with you.

Not just lessons.

You know what I mean, his own time.

"Not just lessons. You know what I mean, his own time".

Yeah? Very good of you.

Thank you.

Did you give this to Jenna?

POLICE RADIO TRANSMISSION

Yeah.

I teach her English.

I'm her teacher, she's a pupil. End of story.

Do you give all your pupils poems? I do, as a matter of fact.

What are you getting at? Did you give them this poem?

No.

It's a love poem... She's a 15-year-old girl.

..written to a young girl by a teacher.

What do you think I'd give her - a war poem?

I'm just trying to encourage the kid.

Some of these words...

..they could be referring to a young girl's developing breasts.

They probably could, but you'd have to ask John bleeding Keats

and he's been dead since 1821.

No need for that kind of language. No need...

It's just a poem.

She's a good-looking kid, our Jenna.

She stands out from the rest of the class.

She's always talking about him, but...

..I never thought...

He's after my Jenna, isn't he?

That's why he was in them bushes piping us...

..and wanking.

MAN: "That's why he was in those bushes piping us and wanking".

How many times do I have to say it? I was having a pee!

Dad? Go upstairs, love.

It's all right.

It's all right, Shannon. Let's go upstairs, sweetheart.

Have you seen what this is doing, hey? Have you?

Before I go, what's the school's position on this?

They're behind me, totally.

Really? Even after what happened in Blackpool?

ENGINE STARTS

Fancy a drink?

No.

I've got something to tell you.

HUBBUB

It was years ago.

I was in Blackpool for Terry O'Reilly's stag night.

We were all pissed.

A couple of us showed our arses out of the coach window.

The police pulled us over and me and another lad got done.

For showing your arse?

It's down as indecent exposure.

Brian.

We've been to Blackpool loads of times.

How come you never mentioned it?

It was years ago. I just put it out of my mind.

Something would have jogged your memory, Brian.

A pub? The police station? It's not there anymore.

You must have been thinking about it when we were there

and you still couldn't say anything to me!

It's not something I'm proud of, right?

How's it going?

All right. You? Ah, you know?

I'm a bit pissed, to be honest with you.

Making the most of it. I'm about to be sentenced.

Sorry to hear it. That's all right.

Four years. I'll do it standing on my head.

But you, you do kids.

You're gonna get your balls chopped off for that.

You're what? I hope they send you to the same place as me.

Sean. I'll spread the word, make sure you get a welcoming committee.

We're going. Sean, we're going. All right, eh?

Gary fucking Glitter.

MAN ON TV: Let's find out. Jackie's on the show, ladies and gentlemen.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

"Did you hear what he was doing in the park?

I always knew there was something about him."

People huddled in corners,

conversations suddenly stopping when I entered a room,

all wanting it to be true.

Why? I bloody well know why.

(SIGHS)

And now that toerag Sean wanted to prove how normal he is,

how disgusting he finds it.

Why? I bloody well know why.

No, no. No more.

Dad? What, love?

Why wouldn't the police believe you?

I don't know.

Do you believe me?

Course I do.

That's all that matters then, innit?

I'm not going back.

You what? You heard.

If my dad's not good enough for the school they can shove it.

I ain't going there anymore. Yes, you are.

I'm not.

It's your final year. You've got your exams.

Look, son. I know you mean well, but that's not the answer.

What is? I don't know.

But till this...

..sorts itself out

promise me you'll keep going to school and carrying on as normal.

Both of you, do you hear?

He got me in his house.

We sat there and he gave us loads to drink, me and my friend.

We was bladdered, right? And he tried it on with us.

She's a slag. Don't believe a word that comes out of her mouth.

He'd come into the showers after the match

and watch us and said he was making sure we washed ourselves properly,

but with his hands in his trackie pockets, do you know what I mean?

That Scally never kicked a football in his life.

I play for Brian's team and I'm telling you he's no perv.

The dirty bastard. I'm glad you've got him.

Did someone say something about compensation?

KNOCK ON DOOR

All right?

The coppers are sniffing round, Brian.

Right.

Just thought I'd let you know.

Thanks.

Aye.

It's a load of rubbish, a load of unfounded rubbish.

The police have statements.

They're not worth the paper they're written on. Signed statements.

How many? Go on, how many? At least two as far as we know.

(SCOFFS) Two?

Why don't we do this with every teacher in school?

Why don't we do it with you? See how many we get then.

I think you're missing the point.

We're not here because of allegations.

No?

This is your teaching application.

Can you tell me what you put under the section 'Criminal Convictions'?

Nothing.

When you filled that in, Brian,

you'd been convicted of indecent exposure.

It was years ago.

I was young, it was high spirits.

I showed my arse for a laugh. I mean, come on. We've all...

You failed to disclose a criminal conviction.

That, Mr Peterson... Mr Peterson?

..is grounds for dismissal.

Are you sacking me?

The procedure is you remain on suspension pending any court case.

You'll be on full pay.

But if you're found guilty you're finished.

And what if I'm not found guilty?

That would be up to the board of governors to decide.

But a conviction for indecent exposure, Brian...

Uh, I need to see my kids.

I told them I'd be back at work today, everything sorted.

BELL RINGS

So if I promise not to bugger any boys that cross my path

can I see my two kids, please?

(SIGHS) Yes.

They all use computers.

Uh, can I borrow Shannon for a minute? Yeah.

Shannon.

Have you got the documents I gave you? Yep.

OK, look at Document 4A. KNOCK ON DOOR

Miss Hutchinson.

Can I have a word with Connor, please. Yes.

How would you describe Document 4A?

Remember we did it last week. Anecdotal...

Um, anecdotal evidence. That's it.

4A is a farmer telling you something he's heard.

What's the problem with that? Uh, he hadn't heard it himself.

That's right. It's not firsthand.

Are you OK, Jenna?

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

Come on. (WHISTLES)

Come on. Come on, darling.

Come on. Oi, oi, oi. Come on.

Come on, darling.

'Come on. Oi.'

Does Mum know...

..that you're smoking again?

'Come on, darling.'

Think you'll go to prison?

I don't know. (BOY WHISTLES)

My mate said even if you don't

you'll get put on the Sex Offenders Register.

We'll have to move, won't we?

You might not want to come with us.

You'll be 16 soon.

No, I'll come.

What about your mates?

Are you scared, Dad?

(BOY WHISTLES)

WINGS FLAP

(INHALES DEEPLY) I'm bricking it, son.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

They won't let Amy sleep over.

What's going on?

Our Amy's in tears over there. Why won't you let her stay?

It's, uh, it's about what happened in the park, mate.

Nothing happened in the park.

But we saw the coppers over at yours. Nothing happened.

I was having a slash and...

You don't believe me.

You don't believe me, do you? We don't know what to believe.

Come on, Chris. We've been mates for - Look...

I can't have your kid stopping here anymore, all right?

And my kid's definitely not stopping at yours.

It's got nothing to do with them.

They've been friends since they were babies. What are you doing this for?

I've got a daughter to think about.

I was up the hospital the day your Kelly was born!

She's stayed in our house I don't know how many times.

I'm her godfather, for Christ's sake!

What do you think I'm gonna do to her?! I just can't take any chances.

You'd be the same if it was me.

No, I wouldn't, because I trust my judgment!

Sorry, mate.

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

Brian?

We know you're a good man, Brian.

We know it's a load of nonsense.

(HOARSELY) That's all I wanted to say.

EERIE MUSIC

POIGNANT MUSIC

CROWD: Bye!

WOMAN: Good luck!

Come on, babe.

Come on, come here.

(GRUNTS) Come on.

Let's go downstairs and see Mummy. Come on.

CHILDREN PLAY OUTSIDE

Kelly looked lovely.

Who wants to go to a stupid wedding, anyway?

(PANTING)

Hiya, Lizzie. How's it going, love?

(GRUNTS AND PANTS)

Shannon?

We have to stock up.

I mean, there's no telling when the burning torches will appear.

the burning torches will appear.

Why don't you make yourself useful

and barricade the windows before it gets dark?

What's going on? Or maybe we should just go and live on an island.

That's what lepers do, isn't it?

It made the papers.

Page 13.

Look, I know you're upset - Upset?

There's no word for what I feel.

Did you know our Shannon's sagging school?

Yeah, spends her days looking in shop windows

cos she's too ashamed to go into school.

This will sort itself out. Will it?

I walked the length of the high street today.

They're not sneering at me, they're...

..crossing the road to avoid me.

How much longer do you think I can go on, eh?

You got no job.

What friends we had have turned their backs on us

or have suddenly decided they don't want to answer the phone.

We've got each other. Let's see what tomorrow can bring, eh, God?

See what else you can cope with!

I have done nothing wrong, you know that.

I don't know. No, you see, I don't.

I-I-I feel as if I don't know anything about you.

All this, all this...

..stuff keeps coming out. Hang on. What stuff?

Look, I showed my arse in Blackpool, that's all. There's nothing else.

It's not like I've showed my balls in Bolton,

my knob in New Brighton and my arse in Aberystwyth,

so give me a break, will you?

Somebody's said something to you out there, haven't they?

Come on. What's brought this on? Why all this now?

It hasn't just happened, Brian!

This has niggled away at me since the police were here. What has?

Twat!

Britney Spears? Have you gone mad?

I must have done, mustn't I,

to have gone along with your little schoolie fantasy.

(LAUGHS) Oh, for fuck's sake! I've heard it all now!

It was staring me right in the face. She was on Top Of The Pops ages ago.

And I said to you - With some fellas it's policewomen,

nurses, even traffic wardens. You bought the school uniform...

But a teacher having a schoolie fantasy!

..and you're riding me like the favourite at Chepstow!

You're the one who kept this going

so you don't start on at me now about having fantasies!

Fantasies I can deal with, Brian! It's the reality I can't!

DOOR BELL RINGS

First the park, then the Parents Night,

and you couldn't tell me anything, could you?!

Because you wouldn't have believed me!

Well, why should I believe you now? Why?

Are you saying you don't believe me?

Why should I believe you? Because you're my wife!

DOOR BELL RINGS

Hello, sir. Jenna, you shouldn't be here, love.

This is the worst thing you could possibly do.

This is Jenna.

Hello.

Oh, for God's sake!

Jenna, go home right now!

DOOR SLAMS

You were weighing her up.

Yeah. Yeah, I was.

She's a kid, she's just a kid for God's sake.

18 years we've been married so I thought I knew you.

Yeah, well, it's a two-way street, isn't it?

I want to believe you.

You want to believe me? You want to?

You want to believe that I don't mess about with kids?

If you can't say that you believe me,

totally believe me,

then you are saying that I'm a danger to my own kids, as well.

Is that what you think, Ann,

that I could harm my own kids?

I didn't say that.

You didn't have to.

Look at me. Look at me!

Tell me that you believe me...

..totally...

..100%.

(SOBS) Sorry, but I can't.

I'll sleep on the couch.

(SNIFFS)

Don't cry, love. I'll phone you after. It's all right.

Hey...

You're not coming back.

I am. It's just for a few days.

(SOBS) Why do you have to go?

Just cos of what's happened, you know?

We're all getting a bit stressed out. Well, you don't have to leave.

He doesn't have to leave. Tell him, Mum!

It's just for a little while. It's not. She's lying.

(Hey. I'll phone you later from your nan's, OK? Go on.)

You have a word with her, eh?

What are you doing? I'm coming with you.

You're not. Stop me.

You can't, son. Why not?

Why?

Don't you want me to? It's not that.

It's just that I need you here to take care of your sisters...

..your mum.

She can take care of herself. Hey, hey. Don't be like that.

She doesn't believe you, does she?

That's why you're leaving.

What are you doing this to him for, eh? He hasn't done anything!

Me and your dad thought it'd be for the best.

No, YOU thought it'd be for the best.

It's best for you, you mean. Hey.

That's your mum you're speaking to. Pack that in now.

You treat her with respect, you hear me?

BIRDS TWITTER

Come here.

(SNIFFS) We'll go fishing on Saturday, eh?

I'll phone you in the morning, get you out of your stinking pit.

You'll bring the worms, all right?

See you later, kids.

I'll phone you tonight.

Dad!

(SOBS)

Where to, Brian?

Hettley.

Right.

I'll get us some breakfast ready. What do you want?

Breakfast?

Are you mental?

My dad's just left and you're on about fucking breakfast.

What is wrong with you?

Don't you dare speak to me like that. (GIRLS SCREAM)

Don't you dare speak to me like that! Mum, stop!

Stop!

(PANTING)

(SOBS)

MELANCHOLIC MUSIC

Hey, I'll tell you what.

My missus has been on my case all week.

"That backyard's not gonna do itself, you know?"

I told her, I said, "I'm out in the cab all day.

I haven't had time to fart, you want the backyard concreted?

Where am I supposed to find the time to do that, eh?"

Women, eh?

They haven't got a frigging clue, have they?

MELANCHOLY MUSIC CONTINUES

Could you take a left just here, please, Eddie?

Yeah, this one? Yeah.

You know what they're charging for concrete now?

I said to the fellow, "I'm doing my backyard, you know,

not the third bloody runway".

Just here. Right.

DOG BARKS

Can I see Jenna, please? What?

Can I see Jenna?

If you don't piss off I'll rip your head off, you dirty, filthy perv!

Dad! Go in, Jenna.

Sorry I chased you away from my door, Jenna. What?

Tell me what you came to say. Have you been to this man's house?

Tell me what you came to say. Have you been to his house?!

I believe you!

Get in. Get in now!

I came to say I believe you and I always have.

Get back in that taxi right now...

Please, mate.

..and go.

That's all I needed to know.

Bye, Jenna. Bye.

ENGINE STARTS

You all set?

Where's his frisbee?

I left it in the park.

Have to get him another one. You love that thing.

It had that man's wee on it.

I picked it up and got some on my hand.

What man?

That man out there, her teacher.

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

TELEPHONE RINGS

Hello?

'Sorry about this, Adam. We've got Jenna Doran's father on the line.

He says it's urgent. I'll put them through.'

Hello.

This is Franny Doran.

Jenna Doran's dad. Yeah.

Just something I need to tell you.

OK. Yeah.

Thanks for telling me.

PHONE BEEPS

(DIALS NUMBER)

PHONE RINGS

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

Yeah?

Yeah.

All right, yeah.

PHONE BEEPS

(SOBS)

Could you drop me off just here, please, Eddie?

(SIGHS)

Here. Take eight, will you? Aye. Ta.

Can I say something?

Yeah.

Women...

Women would kill for their kids, Brian...

..at the slightest threat.

At the slightest...whiff of a threat.

Do you know what I'm saying?

Yeah.

Aye.

DOOR SLAMS

POIGNANT MUSIC

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!

POIGNANT MUSIC

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