All language subtitles for Waterloo Road s07e25

You need to get him to a GP as soon as
possible.

But this is just a bit wobbly.

Do you not think you need to talk to
someone?

Never trust a man who winks all the
time.

Get a room.

Someone's happy.

He's down again.

Blur's not well, Lee.

Call the doctor.

He won't hear.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

I don't want you to worry, but I'm going
to refer you to a psychiatrist.

just so you can speak to someone. If
there's a chance that you're going to

regret it, then I wouldn't want to risk
it.

Ben, I just want it to be special.

You know it will be my first time.

It will be special.

It couldn't not be.

of the numerous projecting portions of
the building.

I set my burden on the house steps by
the

kitchen door and lingered to

rest and draw.

Now, as I'm sure you're all aware, today
marks the relaunch of our school

newspaper, which Grantley's been
overseeing in the past few weeks. Yeah,

running a bit late. He said to send his
apologies.

Right. It's important that we all
remember that this paper is our attempt

showcase the anti -gang initiative by
painting an honest and, I hope, positive

portrait of the school. It's the third
time it's been late this week.

Yeah, I'm going to talk to him. Now, I'm
delighted to announce that the Rochdale

Observer have offered to distribute the
paper to the wider community.

And as an insert in this week's edition,
it's an opportunity to repair our

reputation. When's it got to be finished
by?

Three o 'clock this afternoon.

Hopefully, Grantley's already made
considerable progress. So, I want it

with stories of academic achievement,
triumphs on the athletics field.

Work of fiction, you mean. This
newspaper's our chance to really drum

Waterloo Road stands for.

Thanks.

Tom.

Do you think I'm right to trust Grantley
with this?

Yeah, don't worry. He won't let you
down. I'll make sure of it.

Any problems, you come and find me, all
right?

I'm not a special case.

Hey, no one said you were. Look, those
pills are dead. They're going to sort

out. You haven't forgotten the
psychiatric nurse has come tonight, have

I'll be there.

Yeah. Can I see Josh back at school?

Yeah.

What did the doctor say?

Oh, nothing he hasn't heard before, you
know.

Not smoking on my head, start eating
healthily.

That's it?

Oh, what else would he say?

Harley, what are you doing here?

I'm waiting for Mr Budgen. He's supposed
to be giving me some extra tuition.

How long have you been here?

About an hour.

Well, I'm sure Mr Budgen's got good
reason.

Late night, was it? Yeah, well, you need
to stop filming if you're putting too

much into it.

Grant, you can't just turn up here like
you've just rolled in from the pub.

Michael wants the newspaper finished and
distributed by three o 'clock. Look, I

am well aware of the schedule, Tom.
Well, you have made some headway with

haven't you?

I'm not even going to dignify that with
a response.

Just don't let me down.

So go on, then. Spill.

What's the score with Finn?

Has he tried it on yet?

See, well, you know, they always do.

I've got two tickets for tonight. It's a
competition to find the best unsigned

band in Manchester.

You OK?

I'm fine.

What do you say, then?

Pick me for about eight, yeah?

Yeah, sure.

JV, where are you going?

I left my essay at home. Can't I wait
till tomorrow?

Do you mean today?

All right. See you.

Well, are we doing anything with this
newspaper or what?

Er, to Budgen!

Hi.

Reporters deal with content and sub
-editors mould and embellish.

Well, what's your job, sir?

And making sure we don't get sued.

Right, well, just because volunteering
for the paper means time out of class,

does not mean a free ride.

What's in that box, sir?

A little keepsake from my days as a
student activist.

Well, what is it?

Oh, give me strength.

It's like an old -fashioned computer,
isn't it?

What did you use it for?

I was editor of our student's newspaper,
entrenched in a political minefield.

Three -day week.

Minor strike.

Hung parliament.

In fact, it was at a rally that I first
met my wife. Oh, what's she like, sir?

Blind.

Right, reporters at one desk and
computer boffins, sub -editors at

Off you go. I'm saying we make this a
sub -editor's desk. Be easy on it.

Miss James, go out and talk to the
neighbours, find out what's bothering

this week. I'm not going on my own.

Would anyone care to accompany our
intrepid reporter, Denzel?

He's helping me, sir.

Give me a story by break.

That's not long enough.

Welcome to the harsh world of cutting
-edge journalism.

Back to Miss James.

Somebody? Yes, come and meet me round
there, yeah?

Mr Sid Dickey.

The very person.

Right, I've got to go.

Just there, five.

Don't mind me.

Um, Craig was just... Yeah, I know what
Craig was doing, Janice, but not on my

time. Yeah.

You know, she had a really lovely day
last night.

Oh, she's a... So we could do it again
sometime then.

It's funny you should say that, cos, uh,
I've been thinking... And I'll have to

get this thing started around. I do have
a belt in me, Emma.

How about I move in?

What, forever?

Look, I know it's hard to get your head
around, but, Janine, I really like you.

I've said something wrong, haven't I?

I can't believe it.

Come here, Mr. Ben.

We'll speak about it later.

That's what happened.

Right, your job as reporters is to
ensure our newspaper is full of

and informative articles, which I
appreciate will be a stretch for some of

Mr Taylor, problem?

I missed my paper on to be here.

You're supposed to be helping me with my
reading.

I'm sorry.

Doesn't matter.

Did it anyway, without your help.

Oh, look, sir.

Shona's got an article for the paper.

Oh, good.

What have you got?

Uh, conspiracy in the tuck shop, match
fixing on the football field.

Oh, no.

Psychic Shona.

Well, she got hit on the head by a
netball last turn. And they give me,

this old scene.

Watergate.

Parliamentary expenses.

I want stories, not hunk of the month.

You going to help me with this article
or not?

What do you want me to do?

I'll do the talking and you take notes
or something.

I ain't your little golfer.

Fine.

You talk to him.

Alright, bro.

Nice one.

How was that my fault?

Making out like you're some wannabe
gangster.

It's pathetic.

Trudy!

What are you two doing?

Budgie's got us working on a story.

What are you doing in there?

Lauren's got a migraine.

I should be getting back.

So what do we do now?

I don't know, rude boy.

You tell me.

Hello. Oh!

It's not here.

What are you suggesting?

Go and do some press -ups or something.
Get out of your system.

Well, listen, the more we practice, the
better our chances.

You're going to get me fired.

Well, give me one kiss and I'll leave
you alone.

Okay, why?

Trudy! It's not like you to be late.

Sorry, miss.

No, actually, I'm glad I bumped into
you.

I've been thinking it might be worth
trying to arrange some work experience

hotel management.

What do you think?

I took the liberty of pulling out a few
hotel rations for you.

Thanks. Is everything all right?

Yes, miss.

Seeing as this newspaper is coming out
of the English department, could I urge

you to throw in the odd full stop or
comma?

I couldn't help but notice.

You're looking a bit undernourished.

Is your wife any better?

We've had better anniversaries.

I didn't know.

32 years.

And where am I?

Overseeing a cross between Bunty and
some celebrity rag.

Have you got anything special planned?

No point. She doesn't recognise me.

She looked straight through me most of
the time.

My mum was the same.

Three years we had now, and then one day
we were walking through the old estate

and she was right back with us, telling
her that I'd put on weight and I was

some order of tenor.

Oh, I should never have put her in that
place.

She'd done more harm than good. This is
not your fault, Grantley.

I should have been more attentive.

Parents' evening, training days, Ofsted
inspections, all that time I'll never

get back.

For what?

Go and be with your wife.

Hmm. Thought Michael would love that.

Make every moment count, Grantley.

Bit of the waste of time.

What about budging story?

The locals hate us. There's your story.

Troublemakers like you hate us.

You know what? I always thought you were
a bit of a skunk, you know. You want a

slap?

Time to liven things up around here.

What are you doing?

Giving the locals something to really
kick up about.

Can you get your essay?

Are you alright?

I'm fine.

You don't look it. What is it with all
the stupid questions?

And you've got friends of your own to
hang around with.

I want you to have this by way of an
apology.

My life is something of a juggling act.

But that's about to change.

How?

First book I ever read cover to cover.

Savor. Every word.

Uh, Mr.

Clarkson is on hand.

If you have any questions.

Where's Budgin off to?

Sir, where are you going?

To be with my wife.

Be sure that Mr. Byrne gets that.

And make sure no one sets fire to the
place.

These loaves are fresher than our Lady
Flaming Gaga.

I've had perving slavs with more bounce
to them.

Now, tell me that's not art.

It's vandalism.

It gives people a voice.

It shows no one cares.

People have the right to say what they
think.

Mark the territory.

Not in my world, they don't.

Graffiti's part of culture, innit?

You need to open your mind, then.

So, what's our article about?

In defense of graffiti, street artists
fight back.

And who's going to write it?

We'll do it together.

Run!

Run!

Quiet!

What's going on?

Where's Mr. Budgeon?

He's gone, sir.

Gone? What do you mean, gone? Gone
where?

This is all your fault.

You're

not so bad,

are you?

Harley, outside now, please.

The rest of you, get on with your work,
quietly.

Where is he?

He said he had to be with his wife.

Mr Clarkson, could I have a word,
please?

Now's not the time, Maggie.

You left this for Mr. Brown.

Thanks, Sally.

Fleur's in a bad way.

Why didn't he say something?

Because he doesn't want people to know
that he's not coping.

I've never seen him like this. It's like
he's given up. I'll talk to him.

He needs more than that.

He needs a friend, Tom.

Thanks, Maggie.

Grantley, it's me. Call me back as soon
as you get this.

Sir, it's Mr Budgett. Sit.

That's enough.

Mr Clarkson, have you got a minute?

Where is Grantley?

Your guess is as good as mine. He left
this for you.

Tendering his resignation.

His wife's not well.

He wouldn't just walk out of here for no
good reason.

But if he'd come to me, I could have
granted him compassionate leave.

Well, you know Gruntley. He's a proud
man.

Find him.

See if you can talk some sense into him.

What about the paper?

Well, that's for me and Nicky to sort
out now, isn't it?

Oh, Mr Budgeon. Wasn't expecting you
back.

I had a couple of hours spare, so I
thought I'd pop in. What did the doctor

No real change.

But she's stable.

for you.

Do you remember where we had our
honeymoon?

It turns out there's a little cottage
for sale just down the road.

Look.

And we always said that we'd up sticks
and go, didn't we?

When the time was right.

Now's the time.

Soon you'll be back to your old self,
won't you?

Just like it used to be.

Just one more chance.

That's all I ask.

I think we've lost Granley.

What about the paper?

I swear I'd come in. Yeah, I thought we
could divvy up the jobs, take on what's

left. And believe it or not, Grantley's
already assembled a few ideas, and by

the looks of things, he's dusted off a
few of his old articles.

I wouldn't have the first clue about
putting together a paper.

I have every faith in you, Nick.

Grantley's coming back, isn't he?

That remains to be seen.

Why weren't you at Budgin's meeting this
morning?

I left something at home.

Are you all right?

You don't look too good.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Trudy, do you want to go for some food
before you go out tonight? It might

treat. What have you done?

Can't a guy treat his girl out with
their degree?

Yeah, sounds good.

Okay.

Mr Byrne and myself will be obviously in
the newspaper from here on in.

All right.

Disarticle. It's about the miners'
strike, which, as you know, led to the

-day week.

Boring. You'll notice that it's written
by someone we all know very well.

Mr Budgin.

If you look back at his notes, you'll
see that Mr Budgin typed the article by

hand before handing it to the sub
-editors to be knocked into shape.

So... I want you all to pick up his eyes
and use them as blindfolds.

Right.

You into that kinky stuff, Michelle?

Before I let you loose on the job of a
reporter, I think it's high time we

addressed some of your floppy keyboard
skills.

If we're going to be working to a
deadline, we've got to improve on three

a minute.

All right.

Get a feel for the keyboard.

Place your fingers on the middle row
keys.

Start typing.

Have a

visitor

for you, Mr. Fortune.

They were here a few minutes ago.

Where's... Probably just taking her out
for some fresh air, eh?

No, no, no, you don't understand.

She's not well enough to go outside.

These were a new prescription.

All her medication's gone.

I'm sure you're not getting mixed up.

I signed for them myself.

How was Mr Budgin when you spoke to him?

Well, he wasn't in the best frame of
mind and he'd normally felt positive.

He's taken everything.

I should... Call the police.

Let's not be too hasty. But why would he
just take her without telling us first?

Don't worry.

I think I know where they are. I'll find
them.

Oh, we should have done this years ago.

Our own little cottage.

Oh.

Look what I found down the back of an
old drawer, eh?

1980.

I had hair, you had bell -bottoms.

It was on honeymoon, you remember.

Walking during the day and local ales in
the evening.

And that dash back to the B &B to beat
the ten o 'clock curfew.

Think.

Well, we'll finish this later.

You feeling any better?

Yeah, miss.

It's just you seem a bit agitated,
that's all. I just want to get on with

How does Josh seem to you?

He'll do anything to get out of the type
of lesson.

Miss Diamond's just going on about doing
work experience in some hotel.

Well, that's good, isn't it?

It's just all getting on top of me at
the moment, and there's too much to

about.

Can I help?

I wish you could.

Shall we go to the library and get this
article finished?

Let me find Carl first, yeah? And then
I'll see you in there.

You better not leave me to do it all on
my own.

I said I'd be there, didn't I?

Get lost out. It's trouble, you know.

I mean, that gang of his.

Since when did you care?

I don't.

Are yous coming to lunch?

I've got to finish my article.

How are you getting on?

Broken window and signs, but... Is that
it?

Yeah. Have you got anything better?

We'll have to wait and see.

Spill. Something's up with Trudy.

Oh, forget her.

She'd have go at me over nothing.

Proper upset she was.

You've got to find out what's wrong.

Breathe in that air.

You don't get that in Rochdale.

And what's even better?

Not a teenager in sight.

Where are you hiding?

Mr. Pudgin!

Oh, uh, just a minute.

Jamie Stubbs.

Holidays at 20.

Have you had much interest in the
property?

I'm expecting an offer any time.

All right, let's have a look, shall we?

A bit of spit and polish is all that's
needed. It's perfect for an elderly

couple like yourselves.

I'll be the judge of that.

Come on, darling.

Lovely part of the world, isn't it?

It is, yes.

My wife and I came here for our
honeymoon.

I recaptured the old magic, eh?

Something like that.

Grantley, it's me.

Look, I need to know what you've done
with the pills.

The nursing home know that they're
missing. Everyone's starting to worry,

Me included. Now, call me back.

She was very much, didn't she?

My wife's a little under the weather.

I don't know, I'm just like her. She was
fine one minute, then she was barking

like a dog the next.

Tell me, Mr Stubbs, what made you want
to be an estate agent?

Low self -esteem, sociopathic
tendencies, or an overwhelming desire to

one with the morally bankrupt? I don't
have to listen to this. I've got plenty

of other people interested in this
property.

Bridging loan's in place.

So let's just get on with this, shall
we?

You all right?

I'm fine.

So why'd you go and upset Naz?

I'll talk to her.

It's not just today, though, is it?
You've been acting weird all week.

Was there something else, Tarek?

What were you doing at the chemist?

I've already told you, I was getting
something for Maddy. What you said,

That's what I meant.

You know I'm going to call Dad, don't
you?

You can't do that.

Then tell me what's going on.

I'm not here yet.

Trudy, you okay?

I just need to speak to Tarek.

Do you want me to come?

This is family business.

I'll come find you later, yeah?

You're on those diet pills, aren't you?

Losing weight to keep him happy. I'm not
losing weight.

Then what is it?

Because something's not right with you,
Trude.

I can't tell you. Why not?

Because if I do, it means it's really
happening, doesn't it?

You've lost me.

I don't want to be just another
statistic, Tarek.

It happens to other girls once that are
too stupid to know any better. What

does?

Look, I'm your brother.

And if you've got a problem, we can sort
it out as a family.

I'm pregnant.

You remember coming here.

You even had a skinny dipping in that
stream over there.

Did wonders for tourism, I'm sure.

Terry. I came here with Terry.

No.

Not Terry.

Grantley.

You and Terry broke up months before us.
I won.

Terry.

The second bedroom, if you plan to have
friends over.

No, it'll just be the two of us.

You're not sorry?

No, love, I'm Jamie.

Get him out of here!

What's she going on about?

Just give us a moment, please. I don't
want him here!

Why are you doing this? Half a dozen
times we have been here. Why can't you

remember? How can I help you if you
won't let me in there?

Is everything all right?

You mentioned something about extending
the kitchen.

Sorry to Mr. Budge, and you're sitting
on a goldmine.

Yeah, well, you would say that, wouldn't
you? You're an estate agent.

Well, as you can see, it's all fully
equipped.

You've got your dishwasher, you've got
your washer.

Fleur, what more can you need?

Fleur?

Fleur?

Fleur?

Fleur!

I don't get it.

You're supposed to be the clever one,
Trudy.

Did he force himself on you? Of course
not.

So how did it happen then?

You use your imagination.

Where are you going? I'm going to kill
him.

You want everyone to know, do you?

Because that's what's going to happen.

Don't you think this family's been
shamed enough?

Did he use anything?

I'm on the pill.

Only I was sick a few weeks ago and no
one told me. I don't want to hear this.

Who was I supposed to ask?

Dad?

Naz?

It's not like I can talk to Mum, is it?

You could have talked to me.

Are you joking?

So what are you going to do?

I don't know.

I could keep it and give goodbye to any
sort of career.

If you're going to kill Dad, you know
that.

There's always a termination.

He's not going to get away with this.
Look, Finn's done nothing wrong.

You need to end it with him. He's no
good for you.

You can't tell me what to do, Tarek.

Don't need to, because you know what I'm
saying is right.

Does he even know about this?

I'm doing this on my own.

No, you're not.

Hi, I'm, uh, I'm looking for Grantley
Budge.

Not the time where he was.

Was his wife with him?

So she scarpered, got herself into a
right, or two.

Is she okay?

I don't know what she is, I'm what one
man's from.

Grabbed her right by the face, did he?
It's no wonder she ran off.

Excuse me!

Excuse me, please!

Have you seen the woman?

That's Dixie's dark hair.

Sorry, no, I haven't.

Help.

Just the lady.

Bread and butter pudding. Well, it's my
man's recipe, actually.

Sorry, Maggie, you've lost me. The
newspaper. I heard you were up at the

here. I think we're striving for
something a little more cutting edge

pudding. Please, yourself.

I know you're on a little bit of
suspense, but we are desperately short

material. OK, would you like me to write
something?

500 words on being head boy. I'm going
to need it ASAP.

Yes, miss.

Well, see that, please.

See what?

Whatever it is you've just flipped into
your pocket.

OK, we can do this the easy way, or we
can do it...

What are these for,

Josh? To stop me stressing out.

The pops are game for me.

Sorry, I think...

How are you getting on?

Still thin on the ground.

Well, I've got an hour's breathe. You
need a hand?

Lead the way.

Fleur!

Fleur!

Fleur!

Fleur! I'm here.

Oh, you're safe. It's all right.

It's all right.

I'm sorry.

Grantley. Grantley, what have you given
her?

Stay away from us.

I'm going to call an ambulance, all
right?

Leave it!

Look, I know it's been tough for you,
mate.

You've got no idea.

Well, you don't just give up on someone,
do you?

I mean, you keep fighting, however hard
it gets.

Do you know why I brought her up here,
Tom?

It's supposed to be a fresh start for
both of us.

What's happened to the pills, mate?

They're in my bag.

I just thought that if I could get her
away from that place, we

might just stand a chance.

is a disaster.

Guys, we don't have nearly enough
material for this paper.

We're supposed to be enhancing our
reputation, not diminishing it. Look

we're trying our best.

Zach, have you seen Harley?

Not since lunch.

Oh,

just in time. You can give your article
to Zach to start formatting, please.

There is no article.

What? Mr. Budgen sent you out this
morning to find one.

Great. I thought Tariq was supposed to
be helping you.

Who did I?

Oh, Miss Croft.

Not really.

What about it?

Pat threw the bike right after all.

Ah, well, who'd have thought it, eh?

Maggie Croft.

The Fanny Craddock of Waterloo Road.

You wait, I'll tell you. Great.

How are we doing?

35 minutes till we need to hand it in to
Miss Bryant.

Is that all we've got?

Yeah. I was hoping for a last -minute
burst of creativity.

I can't afford to fail at this. I put a
lot of time and effort into courting the

observer. I know.

You can't knock their enthusiasm.

They're just black journalistic bites.

OK, would everyone stop working, please?

Gather round.

Come on.

Look, this newspaper is our attempt to
show the wider community just what we're

capable of when we work as a team.

So let's mix these groups up a bit.
Everyone take the article you've been

working on and go and sit next to the
person on your right.

Let's go.

Now, with fresh eyes, I want you all to
decide whether your stories answer five

fundamental questions.

Who, what, where, when, and why. Who was
involved, what happened, where

did it happen, when, and most
importantly, why.

Off you go.

Shouldn't you be assisting Miss Boston?

Oh, sorry, sir.

What have you got there?

Oh, Mr Budgin gave it to me.

Goodness me. I usually have to drag you
kicking and screaming to read a book.

I've been having extra tuition before
school.

With Mr Budgin?

Yeah. The word is still a bit of a
muddle, so I had to download it.

Right. I admire your enthusiasm.

Really, I do.

But there's a time and a place for quiet
reading, and it shouldn't be at the

expense of your other commitments, OK?

Off you go.

You enjoying it?

Yeah. It's about a kid who gets tricked
out of school.

Don't worry, sir.

He's nothing like me.

Where have you been?

I liberated my wife for a few hours.

In the pouring rain?

I wanted it to be a perfect day.

Mr Budgen.

She's left most of the way back.

I'm going to have to get the doctor back
down to check her out now.

First, let's get you settled. I can do
that.

I think you've done more than enough for
one day, Mr Budgen.

Come.

It's more like it.

I wish I knew how to get in there.

Just to tell you how happy... He had
made me.

And to say sorry.

Sorry for all the times I've let you
down.

Shall I ask your friends to wait
outside?

Not now, woman.

It can be a right miserable thought
sometimes, Grantly Butcher.

Do you remember when we went swimming in
that stream?

isn't it?

I'm glad I'm here with you.

32 years.

It's 31 more than your mother predicted.

And they've been good, haven't they?

Eh? For the most part.

I'm not saying that being married to me
has been easy.

You deserve a medal for some of the
things you've had to put up with.

But we made it, didn't we?

Okay.

Be honest with me, Emily.

Would you want to read this paper?

Not really, miss.

No.

Miss?

I might be late for something.

Perfect timing.

Any luck with your article?

Sorry, miss.

Miss?

Not now, Terry.

I don't know if Emily told you, but we
had a problem with the computer.

It's all sorted now.

This is really good, Derek. Emily did
most of it.

Mr Budgeon said he wanted stories about
what was important to the community.

Yeah.

Emily, hold the front page.

You coming or not?

How long we got?

Minus four minutes.

Minus four minutes.

Can we

talk outside?

Yeah, just listen to this first.

Finn, this is an important year for me,
for both of us. Oh, only me. I just

wondered if I could get a quick photo of
the head boy and head girl together for

the paper.

OK. Big smile. Here we go.

And... Hey!

Like a young Will and Kate.

Call it the power behind the throne,
which is you, by the way.

Finn. It just says that everything I've
achieved this year is down to you.

What were you going to say?

He doesn't matter.

There are some forms that will need
signing, Mr Budgeon.

Is it my fault?

Fleur was suffering from a progressive
disease.

Only a matter of time before her body
started to shut down.

If I hadn't taken her out... It wouldn't
have made a difference.

She suffered a stroke.

She had your card well and truly marked
back then.

She came back to you, Mr Budgeon.

That's something worth treasuring.

Don't you think it's all a bit quick? I
mean, you hardly even know the lad.

Yeah, well, look at me, Mac. I mean,
when am I ever going to find a bloke as

good as Craig?

Well, he loves Cheryl, he treats me like
a princess, and he's thick.

Yeah, well, it's not worse than going
back to an empty house every night.

Believe me, I've been doing it for
years.

Give it a bit more time, eh?

Get to know each other better.

Right.

Just waiting on Mr Chalk's photo, and
then we're ready to go.

So is that it, then?

Yeah. Well, I hope Budgen's pleased,
having us doing all this donkey work.

Still no word.

I'll give him three.

P45.

Ooh. What are they for?

Janice Bryant's.

Craig wants to move in.

It's a bit quick, isn't it? That's
exactly what I said.

Yeah, but I don't know what I'm going to
do yet. It's too much pressure. I'm

stressed with it all.

Tell him you need more time to get to
know each other.

Do you know how beautiful they are,
aren't they?

Janice.

How's Grunty?

His wife died.

About an hour ago.

Perhaps we should do this another time.

What?

Why didn't you tell me Josh was sick?

We're dealing with it.

It's going to take more than a couple of
pills to pop it right.

Schizophrenia isn't something to be
taken lightly.

Talk to Michael. I'm sure there's help
available. I don't want Michael to know,

or anybody else.

You don't have to deal with this on your
own, Tom.

What is it with you men? Why is it so
difficult to ask for help? Because we're

painful bunch.

It's too early to tell. It could be
because of smoking weed.

They reckon he was always predisposed to
it.

The skunk might well have triggered it.

It could be a one -off.

If he relapses, then it could be
schizophrenia.

Josh knows all this?

No.

You haven't told him?

How can I?

It took me one search on the internet,
Tom, to find out what those pills were

for.

Next time, it could be one of his
classmates.

He's a bright kid, and it's not fair for
him to be kept in the dark about this.

Grampy, we're so sorry to hear about
Fleur.

She was a right good laugh.

She was.

Do you really think you should be here?

I've got a desk to clear.

Trudy?

I called around a couple of the hotels
for you. It turns out I know one of the

managers from school.

Now, there's no guarantees, but he
thinks he might be able to arrange

for you over the summer.

What do you think?

Thanks, Miss.

Great. Okay, well, I'll be in touch
about some dates.

So, have you made a decision then?

I think so.

There's this number you can call, and
they tell you what you need to do if,

know. Are you sure?

What choice do I have?

It's like seeing someone disappear in
front of your eyes.

Grant me.

Knowing that every single day, something
will have been forgotten.

Until she forgets how to speak.

How to sit up.

What's a function?

I would have done it, Tom.

A hundred times over if I had to.

There is nothing that I wouldn't have
done for that woman.

Hey, what can that be?

Did you, er, get my flowers?

Oh, I knew it.

I've been coming on too strong, haven't
I?

Look, it's Gwendolyn's wife.

She's only kind of croaked it, isn't
she?

Look, I know that we might be moving too
far, but you don't know how long you've

got, do you?

That's fine.

I'm going to need to keep the
PlayStation in the spare room.

Do you two ever come up for air?

Bad luck, bro.

That's just cool at school, yeah?

Why? I don't want people knowing our
business, do I?

Besides, I've got my reputation to think
about.

And you think I want to be seen with
you?

Making out like your J. Sean or
something?

This is really good, Josh.

Sometimes I forget that you're not a kid
anymore.

Boy, you're taller than me, can I start?

It's not as cut and dried as we might
think.

Why is it?

Your illness.

I spoke with your doctor. I asked him to
tell me everything and we know where we

stand.

Worst case scenario, it could be
schizophrenia.

But it might not be, which is why I
didn't mention it before.

What's going to happen to me?

All I know is I'm here for you.

Whatever happens, we'll deal with it
together, all right?

I'm scared, Dad.

Come here.

I'll be fine, all right?

Sorry

for

your loss.

Thank you.

Maybe we should give you some more time.

Did we make it to publication?

What, off the press?

You pass my thanks to all involved.

You know, it's a real shame you weren't
there to see it come to fruition.

Especially as I know how hard you worked
on it.

Oh, I hope you don't mind.

Janice insisted on us.

Putting a little memorandum on the front
page.

And a letter you left me this morning.

I'm going to pretend I never read it.

Thank you.

And you take off all the time you need.

Won't be necessary.

It's not a request.

I've got something for you.

It's a bit boring in some places, but
it's got some good stuff in there.

He who believes in me has eternal life.

That's John, chapter 6.

It helped, you know, when my nan died.

Just texted me last night, my PE
teacher, he's offered me extra coaching.

Oh no, all geared up for the big race.

What's he doing?

Bit soon, isn't it? I guess everyone's
attention for a minute, please. Sorry to

interrupt the race, but there's
something really important I need to

Have you known of Skull? I regret to go
out on me.

Easy.

Skull, do you want to be my partner?

I can't believe it.

Dad chose Mercedes over me, again.

The 14 are losing battle, Tess.

You know it and I know it.

I've been thinking... about us.

Is this the break -up speech? Are you
dumping me?

This fun run stirred up a hornet's nest.

I think we might have invited a turf war
into this school.

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