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BOLLYWOOD FILM MUSIC

You in a sari?

HE GIGGLES

My little Fizzy Knickers, in love.

Don't believe in love. It's a capitalist conspiracy.

Just cos you can't see it, don't mean it's not real.

Love's like the wind.

It knocks you off your feet, whether you want it to or not.

You can't control it.

It controls you.

Sounds like love needs to learn a thing or two about consent.

Maybe it's not for me. It takes guts to be in love.

If anyone can do it, you can.

No. I choose the easy option.

A life without heartbreak.

Dad? Have you ever been in love?

I'll love you forever if you do the washing up. Hee-hee!

Didn't I used to know you?

I'm Gav. I like smashing the patriarchy.

And you are? Greta Thunberg with a tan.

Oh, I've missed you, Fizza. I'm glad you text last night.

How's your nan? You know, she had a fall?

Why you had to cancel the other day. Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Me nan.

She's better now. You still up for me art show?

Yeah. Cos, if you are, just a little sneak peak.

Wow, Gav, it's beautiful.

What were that for?

Missed you, too.

I thought you loved Johnny?

Johnny who?

Shut up, will ya?

You gorgers are all the same.

Johnny?

Look.

I know you've got a lot on ever since your grandad...

But that woman with the hair, she's after the wedding reception money.

Are you sure you want to get married?

If you changed your mind, I wouldn't be angry.

Why? What have people been saying?

Look, we love each other, don't we? Yeah.

Look, forget I said owt.

You're asking me if I can't honour me promises to me family?

To your grandad. I'm not marrying me Grandad. I'm marrying you.

If you hadn't spent so much time with them up at that school,

then maybe you'd remember that. Going to their school don't make me

one of them. Oh, yeah? Cos you sound like a gorger.

Rose.

You know that I do.

You know.

Yeah.

I love you, too.

You've got a face like a wet kebab. You thinking about your dad?

No, Johnny.

No, just miss him winding up Miss Carp.

PHONE PINGS

OMG. Who sent you that?

Gav. It's satire.

It's not Nazi propaganda.

You don't need to put a swastika on that to see it's just plain racist.

He's hardly Mr White Supremacy, is he?

People can say one thing and do another.

Look at your mum. What about me mum?

She plays it tough, but she misses you.

When are you two going to sort it out?

Mm, on next Ramadan after never.

Well, I hope it's soon for your Zara's sake.

Hello.

Oh.

Is there...?

Is there something we need to talk about? Oh.

If this about Tahir leaving the kebab in the back of your car,

he going to buy a Forest Fresh after school.

I'm a busy bee today, can we speak later?

My mum told me you're pregnant.

I don't believe her. Don't be angry with her.

She's just excited. So am I!

No. This is just excuse. I know she can be difficult...

Difficult? You don't see the way she look down at me.

You don't hear the things she say to me when you're not there.

What does she say?

I took test.

I'm not pregnant.

Oh.

Are you OK? Yeah. No. I don't know.

I don't have chance to know what I'm feeling because your mother

telling everyone my business like she bloody Twitter.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because she's your mother.

When I thought that we were pregnant,

I tell her first because I want to make connection with your mother.

But she just use it against us and she's trying to tear us apart.

She's going to have to try a little harder. Isn't she?

Leave her to me.

I'll make sure she doesn't speak to you like that ever again.

The Trust wants to build a housing estate on school grounds.

If the Trust sell the playing field behind our backs,

what am I going to teach, bro?

Fifa?

Excuse me.

School's finished now. So, off you go. Thank you.

Just relax, all right?

The letters have gone out to the parents about tomorrow night's

emergency meeting. We get them to sign our petition,

we block the sale of the land. Sorted. Yeah...

Trust me.

Lorraine!

Did you manage to call Johnny Cooper, see if he's OK?

No answer. Sorry. Oh!

How many people are coming tomorrow night? Let's just say, we won't need

to buy more than one packet of Hobnobs. That bad?

I just printed the letters. After that, it's up to the students.

Can I go now?

Jane?

Jane?

No. Jules.

I'm Marina's mum. I've come to collect her phone.

Oh...

I'm sorry, I'm Martin.

HE STUTTERS

Mr Evershed. I am Mr Evershed.

He's not.

H-he's not.

Right. What's she been up to this time, then?

That's my picture.

The cheeky mare!

So, erm, were it my bikini

or my face that made you swipe for me?

HE LAUGHS AWKWARDLY

Obviously, I didn't realise it was Marina I was speaking to

and that... That was...you.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Blimey! You're keen.

Well, obviously, I'd, erm, be grateful if you could remind

Marina about the dangers of interacting with strangers online.

Oh, don't you worry. Marina is getting the full death stare later.

I don't suppose any of your two brought a letter

home about tomorrow's meeting, did they?

No. Ah, it's the, erm, Trust are selling the playing fields

in secret and we've kind of got this petition going,

but hardly anyone's going to come, so...

Are you surprised?

Half this town see you as day care, the other half work.

It's going to take an incentive to get them to come to some meeting.

I've got nothing to give them.

And I'm running out of time.

I'll get you a crowd.

Least I can do after Marina's latest stunt.

I was, erm, just wondering whether I could take Zara out

for a couple of hours this weekend?

Give you a break and that.

That'd be nice.

Just, er, no accidents this time.

Might give you a chance to go to the police about the attack?

I have other things to be getting on with.

The police might find them.

"Look for the man with the neck tattoo." In this town?

Where would they start? Forget I said anything.

Why do you care?

Cos you're me mum. Exactly, I'm the parent.

You're the child.

You don't have to understand my choices to respect them.

It's hard to respect them when they're so confusing.

Everything's so black and white to you.

There's your way and the wrong way.

They beat you up.

That's pretty black and white to me.

You singled me out. You made me a target.

You made yourself a target with that school protest.

Are you saying what happened was my fault? No, of course not!

All I've ever done is protect my family.

Keeping Dad away from his daughters, away from me, for two years,

just cos he told you he was gay, isn't protecting your family.

It's breaking it! No!

You broke this family when you ran away to be with him!

Right, why does it always turn into this?

You pair and your rows, you're like clockwork. It'll blow over.

No way. Not this time. She's dead to me.

Yeah, yeah.

Wake me up before Countdown. I'm off to bed.

Look, I didn't mean to be so... It's just...

I know you don't mean it.

But I do.

This time, I do.

And you know what, it's fine.

She can live her life, I can live mine. Just like you did.

You're not the only one who's hurting, you know.

Why are you sticking up for her?

She hates everything I stand for, but... But what?

I can't deny I don't benefit every time you two fight.

Dad, what are you talking about?

It makes you love me more, and I don't do owt to earn it.

Oh, Dad, I'd love you anyway.

But why?

I left you all to go and "be meself".

She stayed.

To raise two daughters all on her own.

And she did a bang up job.

When I left her, I broke her heart.

It's not right that I'm the hero and you two suffer.

But that's why you're my hero.

Not because you hurt her.

But because you did what were right, even though it was hard.

There's nowt heroic about being the one to break your family.

She's not gonna change.

You're wrong.

After that protest, after all that,

she still came to that gay bar to hear your poems.

Why do you think she did that? Hm?

Cos I can tell you now, it weren't for a gin and tonic.

Then why?

Cos she loves you.

She loves me? Didn't think she even liked me.

I've read your poems.

I know you feel the same about her and all.

And maybe...one day soon, you can take each other for what you are.

You're wrong.

You've more in common than you think.

She can't bear to be wrong either.

Bye, sir. Bye, sir.

See you tomorrow.

Wanna come with me to Gav's art show?

Need a distraction from this mum business.

Ringside seats to the snogathon? Don't want me spoiling your fun.

See you tomorrow, ladies.

Night. Night, sir.

Mr Evershed.

I know, the meeting.

What's the point? Nobody's gonna come, Lorraine.

You might want to take a look in the hall.

Go on.

CHATTERING

Do you reckon these are from Fried and Prejudice?

Wouldn't eat from that chippie.

Nah, I heard they put dogs in the donner.

But I love those kebabs.

As I were saying, in me pre-halal days

I used to love a saveloy and a bit of curry sauce.

But enough about me love life.

Ah, did you do all this? I'm blown away.

It's-It's fantastic.

Thank you.

Well, let's just hope your speech is as good as the catering, eh?

Sir only let me show it cos I said it were satire.

Mug.

It is satire though, right?

I don't like to define me art.

Used to think me mum were like that.

All squashed out of shape cos of religion.

Not just religion squashing her out of shape these days, eh?

She got really hurt, Gav. Homophobes reap what they sow.

We don't know that that's why she got attacked.

Police got any leads yet?

Don't wanna talk about her.

Everything reminds me of her.

Your painting.

Your tattoo.

What about me tattoo?

The guy who attacked her had one.

Who doesn't in this town, eh?

So, erm, which one's your favourite?

Where did you go, after the open mic night?

You can't be serious? You've got nowt to hide though, right?

You've obviously had a tough week...

Just answer the question, Gav.

Where did you go?

Does it matter?

Yeah, it does if you attacked me mum.

Tell me. Where did you go after the open mic night?

You can't deny she were asking for it.

Asking for it? She's no victim.

She's a bigot.

Look for the man with the neck tattoo.

I didn't know, Fiz.

Do you know her?

How's your nan? Why you had to cancel the other day.

Oh, my God.

It was you.

It were there in black and white the whole time with your racist art.

If I were racist, why would I go out with you?

That weren't a denial.

I'm the victim here, Fizza.

The victim of your mum's hate protest.

I thought she was just another protestor,

so I taught her a lesson and I fought back. Fought back?

You attacked a woman in the street.

That makes you the problem, not the victim.

What was I to you, some kind of sick joke?

When I found out she was your mum, I tried to keep away.

I thought we were the same.

I don't hate Muslims, Gav.

I hate bigots.

You disgust me.

I'm not a bigot.

Fizza.

Don't worry, I won't keep you long.

I know most of you are only here for the chips anyway.

I don't know if you've noticed some of the signs

our students have done. Thank you, girls.

The Trust is selling our playing fields

behind our backs.

If the Trust might interject?

Did you think we wouldn't hear about your little revolution?

I can't let you do this, Ken.

Do what? Turn a muddy old field into cash for your children?

We weren't born yesterday.

If there was any cash coming to the school,

you wouldn't have kept it secret in the first place, would you?

Untrue.

Cos I hold in my hand a piece of paper

that assures those finances for this school.

Come on, Martin, nobody has to lose their job today.

No.

I'm not going to shake your hand, Ken.

Because where does it end?

What's for sale next time, huh?

I don't think you understand, Ken, it's not about money.

It's about the heart of this school.

That ...at is priceless.

And that's what makes this a place where students

make friends for life. KNOCKING ON DOOR

Where they can leave the responsibilities of home behind.

Where they can learn to fall and pick themselves up again.

So, yes, you can sell that field,

you can sell it, Ken,

but you are gonna sell it over my dead body.

Yeah, well, thankfully it's not up to you.

He's right, it's not up to me.

It's up to you.

So, please, sign the petition and show the Trust

that our children's education is not for sale.

Yes, Marty Evershed! You tell him!

CHEERING

Go on, Martin! Go on!

That's what I'm talking about! Sign the petition.

You see, Ken.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Yes. Thank you.

Yes.

HE SIGHS

Hiya.

Saved you a chip, Mr Evershed.

You can call me Martin, you know.

It's the least I can do after everything you've done.

You have been great.

Oh, I can erm...

I can think of summat else.

Why didn't I see it?

He did a very good job of hiding it.

Sometimes you gotta read between the lines.

He were just anti-Muslim and I should've seen it.

I need to put this all behind me and just move on.

I won't lie.

That sounds like a good plan.

Kayla, promise you won't lie to me again?

After all this...

..I don't think I could take it from you.

Oy.

Welcome back, Johnny.

If you think you can just lead me on, then drop me in the friend zone

like a lead balloon, y'know you've got another thing coming.

Hey.

I know what Gav did.

Are you OK?

I'm always OK. It's me.

Right. You don't need to pretend.

I've been better. You deserve better than Gav.

I didn't mean me.

I'll see you in class.

Men are all liars.

Except Johnny.

Maybe we should become nuns.

Y'know, I've always fancied a wimple. OK.

Yeah, the Sister Pact.

From this day hence, I do solemnly swear

that I will never let a member of the weaker sex come between us.

Uh, look at them nails.

Anyone'd think you'd been mucking out the horses.

That's right, Queenie, kick a girl while she's down.

Well, if you show up like that on Saturday,

you'll be straight out the door. Why, what's Saturday?

Johnny's wedding.

To Rose.

Wedding? You have got to be kidding me.

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