All language subtitles for Waterloo.Road.S05E01.720p.iP.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-420D_track3_[eng]

- D'you know what, I don't know what
to expect.

- Well, I guess I'd describe
Christopher as what I'd expect any
John Foster's teacher to be, really.

Thank you. He's kind of, um... He's
kind of humourless.

He's a bit scary and... Well, he's
ultra conservative.

- Well, why have you appointed him?

- Because he's going to help with the
new intake.

- Rachel, I can't believe that...
- Rachel?

Hiya.
- Chris, hello.

Kim, this is Christopher Mead, our new
Deputy Head.

- Kim Campbell, Head of Pastoral care.
- It's nice to meet you, Kim.

Rachel's told me a lot about you.
- Yeah, yeah. Likewise.

- Same again?
- Yes, please.

- Same again, thanks, and a pint as
well.

Are we here to celebrate or steel
ourselves for battle? I know there's a
lot of resistance to this merger.

- Which is why it's so good to have
you on board.

A friendly John Foster's face might
quell a few fears.

- If they're pains in the backside,
don't send them to me!

- I heard that some of your staff are
up in arms about all this.

- Which is why we've got to prove that
we're as good as any independent
school.

This is going to be the best year yet,
for Waterloo Road.

- And I want to be part of that.
- Great.

So we've got three weeks to get the
school into shape for new year.

- Look at the state of 'em.

- Bunch of snobs, innit?

- They're looking rather nervous,
don't

you think?
- I know how they feel.

- Hello.
- You all right? I'm Luke. This is
Josh. What's it like round here?

- It's OK.

- If you wear a blindfold.

- Is it true all the teachers are
crap?

- Hello. Welcome.
- Morning.

- That's what we like to see, a nice
friendly face.

- That's Amy Porter.

Let's just say she sees

Waterloo Road as a bit of a demotion.

- I'm sure we'll win her round.

Dad, she doesn't want to go.

- Shut it! I don't need you sticking
up for her.

- Just calm down, Tony, please.

- It doesn't concern you. Get out!

Oh, my God. Would you look at him?

- He's gorgeous?
- So, we've got 100 new pupils, six
new teachers, brand new Deputy Head,

never mind two school cultures coming
together.

- Two very different school cultures.

- I wouldn't overdo the differences.

- Wouldn't you?
- With their uniforms no-one will be
able to tell the difference.

- We'll see.
- Hey, Chris, you know there are a lot
of people who think we can't make a go
of this merger,

that Waterloo Road can't provide these
pupils

with the "education they deserve."
We'll prove them wrong.

BELL RINGS

- OK, you lot.

Come on, let's have you inside.

Mum?

- Go on. Both of you.

Oi, you! Out! This is a staff room.

- Helen Hopewell, new English teacher.

- You teach?!
- No, not quite, got about 20 minutes
to go.

It's my first day teaching.
- No!

- Hello, Steph.

- Jo. Grantly, this is Jo Lipsitt, my
new head of department.

Last time we saw each other, we were
sat outside an interview room.

Well, the best woman won.

- Didn't you say she slept her way
into the job?

Ah, Tom, the adolescent in the corner,
there, is your new member of staff.

I can only say thank you, God, you got
the Head of Department's job.

- Glad you're taking it so well,
Grantly.

Tom Clarkson, Head of English. You
must be Helen Hopewell.

We'll catch up after assembly, eh?

- Sounds like you're a man with a
plan.

- Huh, she's all yours.

- Mrs Fry, that's mine.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. That belongs to me.

- It's a health risk.

- Someone special gave it to me, so
I'll take the risk of dying from
chipped mug disease. Thank you.

- Look, I don't want to argue with
you, but if you feel that strongly
about a mug, then so be it.

I shall take mine with me, away from
all the germs.

- They're a right stuck-up bunch, this
lot from John Foster's.

But, uh, there might be the odd
exception.

Kim?

Um, Steph Haydock, French. You must
be...?

- Christopher Mead. Deputy Head.

- Welcome to Waterloo Road,
Christopher.

- Thank you.
- Welcome?!

I don't know about you. I'm wishing
the term away already.

- Is she always this menopausal?

- Yes.

Do you think Mum and Dad are going to
get divorced?

- She should have chucked him out ages
ago.

- Don't say that.
- Yeah, but you heard her screaming,
didn't you?

He was beating her up. Again. I've
never seen Dad hit Mum.

Yeah, he does it in secret.

- You're talking rubbish!

- Hey, hey.

I'm Ms Mason, the Head Teacher here.
What's caused this?
- Nothing, she's a cry-baby.

- Wait a minute, wait!

Why don't you go inside, join the
others for assembly?
- My sister's coming with me.

- No. Your sister's staying with me,
thank you. Go in.

- Lindsay!

Linds!

- Right, first things first,

what's your name?
- Emily.

- Emily, that's a lovely name.

Now, are you going to tell me what
you're so upset about?

No? Don't want to tell me?

I know there's been a lot of scary
things said

about Waterloo Road, hasn't there? Is
that what this is about?

Hmm, is it?

Yeah? That's what it is? You're going
to love it here, I promise you.

SHE VOMITS

We've been given an amazing
opportunity to create a...

you know, a bigger and a better
school.

There's lots of new faces here, I
know. Teachers and pupils,

but in no time, it's going to feel
like we've been together forever, and
there's no time

like the present to get to know each
other, so I'd like you all to get up

and I'd like you to mix up

and stand next to somebody that you
don't know.

That's teachers too, please.

- God almighty, we'll be doing the
hokey-cokey next.

- Good stuff, come on.

- I just wanted to say I'm really
looking forward to starting here.

- That's really good news, thank you.

Come on, everybody, let's give the
John Foster's pupils the hand of
friendship.

- Hi, I'm Ros.

- I'm Josh Stephenson.
- Mr Clarkson.
- Tom Clarkson?

- No. Mr.

- Just go with the flow, Linds.
- I can't be bothered.

- Oh, come on. At least give it a try.
- I said, I can't be bothered, all
right?

- So all day today, Ms Campbell will
put together a sculpture

that will represent the two schools
coming together.

We really hope that you're going to
join in.

Everyone? This is Mr Tyler.

I know you John Foster's pupils know
him, but not in his new role of
Executive Head,

because he is going to be overseeing
four schools in the area.

- Yeah, cos she's not up to the job.

- You don't even know her.
- If you don't mind,

I'd like to reassure the new intake.

- Absolutely, that's fine.

- He's big on discipline.

So that'll be her nose out of joint.

- Well, he can discipline me any day.

- So, boys and girls,

the new school starts here.

We want peace and harmony to rule.

Any hint of rivalry or bad blood will
be stamped on hard.

- Good-oh.

I was a trainee at Mr Tyler's school.

He picked me as his best student.

- But we're going to make sure that
John Foster's standards and values

will be maintained in the new Waterloo
Road.

- Blah blah blah.

- You girl.
- Me?
- You're either stupid or you're
pretending to be. Which is it?

- I'm not stupid.
- Well, make sure you prove that to
me.

Next time you speak will be when I
tell you to, OK?

- THEY MUTTER

OK, that's enough, come on!

I'll say one more time, welcome to
all.

Now, any problems myself, my
management team,

Ms Campbell, Mr Mead, we're here to
help, just come to us.

OK, assembly's over.

Go and have a good day.

- If you want peace and harmony to
rule, it's best to not make one set of
pupils feel inferior to another.

- Sorry, it must have sounded a bit
crass, but Ms Mason and I felt I
should try to calm fears.
- Oh.

Right.

- Um, Max, Max, I must say...

I think I might have handled that
differently.

- I want the kids to go home and tell
their parents what I've said.

If they feel special, it should keep
them off our backs for a bit.

- You wait for one bus...

- Tom, looking forward to shaping

your new department?
- I am, yeah.

- There's a good buzz about you.
- Thanks.

- Grantly Budgen,

hoping that you are the much-needed
saviour this school so requires.

- I reckon, that's Ms Mason's role.

- Shall we go to my office and start
this meeting?

- I'd like to check out the new
facilities.

- OK, I'll show you round.
- No, no. That's fine.

I'll find my own way.

Hiya. Do you need a hand?

- Uh, yes, please. Thank you.

- It's Philip, isn't it?

- Yeah. Phil. Philip. Philip's fine.

- I hear auntie's Ms Mason?

- That rumour's true. Everything else,
vicious lies. Don't believe a word of
it. I wasn't even there.

- So, what's this place really like,
then?

- Ah, you know, it's all right.

As long as you keep to the shadows and
don't make eye contact with anyone.

- That bad?

- Yeah.

Stick with me, you'll be fine.

PIPE CLATTERS

- Are you all right?

We'll start you off gently, eh?

- Good ones only, please.
- We're strictly mixed-ability here.

- Really? I wasn't expecting that.

- Well, you'll get a hell of a kick
out of making it work.

- Year 12s. What are they like?

- They're the only A-level class I've
got.

There's a few gobby ones in there.

Michaela White, Bolton Smilie.

And, come to think of it, these two
an' all.

- Is there anyone not gobby?

- Just go in hard from the off. Any
problems, send them to me.

- I've seen it all.

Graffiti on the inside of the school!

- And I heard a teacher did it.
- That is so scuzzy.

- It's art, actually.

OK, find a seat, please.

What are you doing? Walk on, walk on.

- Oi, Sambuca!

Quickly find a seat.
- What are you grinning it?

- Uh, well, not that it's any of your
business, but he is her dad,

more or less.
- Yeah, and I'm Cheryl Cole.

- Shows how much you know, don't it?

Go on tell them, Sam.
- Tell 'em what, what am I supposed to
say?

- That he wears stripy pyjamas and
eats cold curry for breakfast?
- Yuk.

That's disgusting.
- You're disgusting.

What's all the fuss about?
- Sir,

they're insulting us.
- Yeah.

We weren't doing anything at all.

- What did I tell you? Clean, yes?

OK, I'm Mr Clarkson I'm going to be
your form teacher this year, you lucky
people.

So, if you shout out "here" when I
call your names.

- Hey. What's your name?

- Michaela White.

- You've got spirit, Michaela.

You're not afraid to voice your
opinions, are you?

Pick the right time and the place next
time?

- Well, it feels like John Foster's
are taking over.

- It's hard for them coming somewhere
new.

I know it's hard for you when you feel
like you're being invaded.

- Yup.
- You've got some great new teachers

a whole bunch of new friends.

That's not so bad, is it?

- I suppose.
- Just give it a chance, yeah?

Right, 250g in there, do that. Ooh,
yes.

- Well said, up there, Max.

You know, it's so reassuring knowing
that you're going to oversee things.

- Thank you. But don't get too used to
me. This is just a flying visit to see
how everyone's settling in.
- Oh.

- The room looks great.

- I do my best, it's not exactly John
Foster's is it?

- I'm sure you have everything well
and truly under control.

- I can but try in the face of
adversity. Can I just say, that I
think this merger is a joke.

Rachel Mason she shouldn't be in a job
let alone running a school. You!

Have those nails ever seen a scrubbing
brush? Thank you, Max. Get them under
the tap now.

Excuse me!

Excuse me!

Right back to work everyone, thank
you.

Love, justice, knowledge, blindness
and madness...

- What's up with you today, Linds?

Do you not feel well?

- No, I don't like this place, all
right?

- Can anyone tell me another one?

- I'm worried about you.

- I just had a fight with my mum and
dad. All right? No biggie.

- Again?

- So, who can tell me the last one?

Anyone?
- Miss, I need to go to the toilet.

- Not now, Lindsay.

- You're, like, so in charge, miss.

I'm sorry if we've started off a bit
at loggerheads.

- Yeah, well, our kids have got a lot
to offer an' all, you know.

- I've got a difficult brief, I just
need all the help I can get.

So if I step out of line, just kick me
back in.

This looks fabulous.

How's it all going to work?

- If it works.

Basically we are going to transform
all of this into a really meaningful
work of art, yah?

- You know, I admire teachers who
stick their neck out to help.

Especially when someone comes along
and nearly spoils it all.

- Yeah, well, maybe I overreacted?

- I'd better get to my meeting with
Rachel.

Hey!
- I wasn't expecting to see you today.

- I want to keep an eye on things.

There's a whole new school ethos about
to be written.

- Oh? What's Rachel saying about that?

- Chris, you know how highly I rate
your opinion.

How do you think things are going?

Any areas of concern?

- It's like you say, big changes for
everyone.

A lot to get used to, but we'll get
there.

- Staff-wise? Kim? Rachel?

- I'm looking forward to working with
them both.

- Good.

Good.

Thank you, Joyce.
- At last!

- People can talk.

- Let's hope it was about our new
future.

Those plans that I sent you over the
summer?

- These?
- Yeah.

Yeah. You see, basically we want to
keep our community school identity.

- Uh-huh.

- Yeah. It's been such a resource for
everyone around here.

- Not sure how big John Foster's is on
community.

- No, I do realise how important those
exam results are to you.

- Top of the league tables for the
last three years.
- Yeah, can't get away from that one,
but, I...

I just don't want my children to feel
inadequate in any way.

- Let's give them the kind of
intensive support they deserve.

- Mmm, fingers crossed on LEA support
for that one.

- John Foster's staff are more than
capable of bringing up the standards.

- I'm sure.

LOUD MUFFLED VOICES

What's all that about?

- Miss Hopeless. The number of laughs
she's getting,

she should be in panto.

Well, looks like a job for the new
Head of Department.

- You're enjoying this, aren't you?

Oi, Denzil, what are you doing out of
your class?

- I don't like my new Food Tech
teacher she made people laugh at me.

- I'm sure she wasn't.
- Yes, she was.

Saying Ms Mason shouldn't be running
the school.

- Look, it's going to take a while to
adjust to this new set-up, Den.

Well, come on. What's your next
lesson?

- Maths. I'm not going.
- Don't start.

Go.
- I'm going home.

- Oi! This way. Hey!

You are giving me a lot of grief, son,
come on.

- Five per cent of daily lessons
missed by pupils.

24 cases of poor behaviour and verbal
aggression a day.

Guns. Drugs.

We need to create a new set of school
standards

covering everything from personal
hygiene management, time-keeping...

- We do already have a policy on all
of those things, Max.

We've made huge improvements at this
school.

- Better isn't always good enough,
Rachel.

OK, uh...

- THEY CHATTER

- Let's write an exchange between King
Lear and Cordelia in your own words,

you know, so you can really understand
where they're coming from.

- Miss, why can't we use Shakespeare's
words?
- Do you really need to ask?

- Oi? You slagging us off?

- Um, look, I want attention! Now!

- You just going to let her get away
with disobeying you?

What? Just cos she's posh.

We should all just walk out.

- Do you want me to call Ms Mason?

- THEY CHEER

- It all starts with a strict set of
rules.

- You see military-style discipline
will not work at Waterloo Road. It
just won't.

- Don't sell the children short,
Rachel.

HELEN!

Is that your name?

- Never mind what my name is.

I know what yours is. Michaela White,
loudmouth.

- SARCASTIC "OOHS"

Who you calling a loudmouth?
- You!

And an empty-headed one at that.

- You what?
- Why don't you just sit down and shut
up?

Some of us are trying to learn, here.

- She's a nasty piece of work.

- Who you talking to, you posh slag?
- Lindsay! No!

- I said, break it up.

Ms Mason's office, the pair of you.

You lot, sit down. Miss Hopewell?

You do not lash out with your fists,
Lindsay, whatever the provocation.

- Quite.
- What the hell do you think

you're doing, huh?

I'm going to have to contact your
parents on this. There's no other way.

- Miss, don't.
- What?

- Don't call my mum or my dad.

- Lindsay, what is your problem? Come
on, tell me.

- Miss, they'd go mad.

Please, Miss, please, don't call my
mum.

- Yeah, get the police. I'm not safe
with her in the school.

Silence! Maintenant,

s'il vous plait.

- What kind of accent's that?
- Thick, in more ways than one.

- Why don't you just shut up?!
- Et toi, Sambuca.

- Miss, it weren't even me, it were
them.
- And you two shut up.

I've got your number, the pair of you.

- Why are you picking on us?

- She shouted at us, Miss.

- Shh!

- Ms Lipsett? How can I help you?
- Can I have your schemes of work,
please, Steph.

- What? Do you take all that
seriously?
- Yeah, I do.

- Right. Well, I'll have them with you
by the end of the day.

- Great.

- OK, where were we?

- Do you want to tell us how you got
this job?

- And you've got way too much to say
for yourself, as usual, Josh
Stevenson.

- Can we all turn to page 14 of your
French revision books.

- We don't have one.
- Miss, which book is it?

- Is that what you're looking for?

- We're never going to get our French
GCSE with her teaching us.

- You're never going to get it cos
you're going to be dead.

Hey, come on, let's not push and
shove, it's only a small doorway.

- You're a crap teacher, Miss.

- Sorry, but you are.
- You should have stopped them
fighting, Miss.

Just standing in a corner, doing
that...

..isn't a good thing to do.

- Ooh, sorry, Miss.

- Are you all right?
- They're feral.

Every last one of them.
- Hey, steady on.

- Steady on?! I have just witnessed a
serious assault.

Don't their parents teach them
anything?

- Helen? Are you all right?
- It's awful.

- I know. I know it is, love. Come on,
let's get you to the staff room, away
from this lot.

Oh, mate, there's nothing better than
a girl fight.

- What a maniac! She's well scary.

- Well, if she can take Michaela on...

none of us are safe.

There's something really weird going
on there.

A Year 12 girl just lashing out like
that.

- Lindsay used to be an exemplary
pupil.

If she does it again, the new rules
will be in place and she'll be out on
her ear.

You two, inside.

Right, you.

You say to Michaela, "I am sorry

for assaulting you." Do it now.

- I'm sorry for assaulting you,
Michaela.
- You should be.

- And so should you be, Miss.
- Me?! Why?

I was sat there and she smacked me in
the face.

- And that was out of order.
- You're mad.
- You retaliated.

So you say, "I am sorry for assaulting
you."

- I'm sorry.
- Good.

You can thank Ms Mason you're being
allowed to stay at school today.

Now, get!

And don't give me any more grief.

Sometimes it's useful to assert your
authority.

- Authority or intimidation?

- It's exaggerated comments like that
that makes teachers scared to
discipline children.

- You've just reinforced their belief
that bullying gets results.

- I care, Rachel.

I hope we both do.

Lindsay, wait.

Just wait a minute.

- I know that this can't be easy for
you or any of the John Foster's
pupils.

- You don't know anything about me,
Miss.

- True, I don't...

and I intend to change that. But you
don't know much about us either, do
you? So just try not to judge us, OK?

Even the Michaela Whites in the
school.
- I said I was sorry.
- I know.

I'm not giving you a lecture here.

You're Year 12 and I think you could
really set a good example for the
other kids.

- Yeah, well, maybe I don't feel like
being your poster girl, all right?

Find someone else.

- Do you want a bit?

- Oh, no, thanks, I'll be popping down
to the tuck shop later myself.

Do you want a bit, Grantly?

- I know that ours are rough, but it's
not looking good.

I'll have to stick a teacher with her
till she finds her feet.
- Yeah, good idea.

- Look, isn't that just typical?

- Ah, typicalement!

- Do you read a French newspaper,
Steph?

- Give me a magazine any day.

- Ah... Politique Internationale?

- No, I like Bonjour. I love all the
celeb stuff, me.

So how was your first stab at
teaching, Helen?

It would've been fine if she hadn't
had thugs to deal with.

- That language isn't going to help.

- I'm not being helpful.

I'm being truthful. If the truth
hurts, Kim...

I mean, this school...

it's outrageous.

It's a breeding ground for the next
generation of criminals.

- An excellent analysis, if I may say.
Bang on.
- There you are.

- Great. That's all we need.

Another bigot like Grantly.
- Hear hear. I beg your pardon.

- Oh, can everyone just calm down a
bit.
- You're on their side, are you?

- Do you know what, you sound
completely bonkers.
- Because she is.

We all know where the girls get their
tarty look with you as a role model.

D'you know, why don't you just get a
life, you frigid cow?

And I can see why they're all so rude

given the teachers in this room.

- You're a disgrace to the profession.
- Everyone needs to chill out.

- You're nothing but a bunch of thugs,
yourselves.

- Why apply for the job if you didn't
want to come?

- Because until now, I thought
teaching

was a worthwhile profession.

- I'm making a complaint to Mr Tyler.

- Yeah, get him to come up and cane us
all.

- Me first.

You've got a cheek, slagging our
teachers off. Check her.

- Yeah, what's that stink?
- Guess.

- Oi! What's going on?

Mum, it's me. Will you please call us?

What's happening? Are you OK?

- Where is she? Why isn't she
answering?
- How the hell should I know?

- Don't shout at me.

- Sorry.

Sorry, come here.

Look, everything is going to be fine,
right?

I just know it.

- Please, Miss, please don't call my
mum. She's a slag an' all!

Max, aren't there any other schools
you need to attend to on your patch?

- None with this record.

- Max.

- Helen?
- I can't believe what's happening
here.

The pupils are out of control. The
staff are shouting abuse at us in the
staff room.

- That can't be right.
- You weren't there.
- Calm down.

- No, there's mixed ability all
through the school in every subject.

And pupils like Karla Bentham. I
mean...

It's impossible, Max. You've got to do
something about it.

- Your complaint has been noted,
Helen. Thank you.

Seems I'm not the only one here with
concerns.

- Well, then, I'll attend to them.
It's obviously my staff who've been
accused.

- Ms Mason?

- Yeah.

- I'm DI Roper.

This is DC Blackmore.

Could we speak privately for a moment?

Jo?
- Yes, Steph?

- Um,

I'm not one for...confrontation,

but I can't help feeling I'm being
examined.

By up above.

- I'm presuming that you mean me?

- Well, I don't expect one of my
colleagues to go showing me up in
front of the kids.

- Yeah, well, let's be honest about
this, Steph, you were all over the
place today.

- I might be a bit set in my ways,
I'll give you that.

But all over the place?
- Look, I don't want to be harsh, all
right,

but quite frankly, I'm a little bit
concerned about your knowledge of the
language, or the lack of?

- You'll be asking me to prove that
I've got a degree next.

Yes, I've got an old-fashioned third
like half the teachers in Waterloo
Road.

Well, it's not as if we're producing
Grade A students by the bucket load.

- How many have you produced?

I don't know, let's say in the last
three years?

- Half a dozen?
- None.

- Really?

As few as that?

I thought it was more.

- None, and what's really shocking is
you didn't know that.

Or you're pretending that you didn't?

- Well, I'm glad we've had this little
chat.

At least, we both know where we stand.

- Steph?

Reading a French newspaper does
actually help, you know.

- My bedtime reading from now on.

OK, gentlemen, if you just wait in
there.

I'll go and get the girls.

Tom, I'm looking for Lindsay James and
her sister.

- The one that kicked off in Helen's
class this morning?

- I'm beginning to understand why.

- Cos she's a hopeless teacher?

- What?
- I mean, we've all had our bad days,
well,

what's worrying me is she's starting
to blame the kids for her own
failings.

- Right, OK, then you really need to
speak with her cos she needs to know
she's got your support, doesn't she?

- Seems she was hand-picked

by Max Tyler.

Maybe you should have a word with him.

- Yeah. Thanks, Tom.

John Foster's! John Foster's! John
Foster's!

- Shut it, you snobs.

We don't want you here.

- Yeah, all right, break it up. Oi,
keep away from the Volvo.

- Looking for trouble, are you? Not
had enough for today?

- What's going on there, man?

This is looking great, guys, really
good.

- Yeah, we just stuck to the plan,
Miss.

And Ros has the strength of two men.

- Well, it just looks like good
teamwork, to me.

- It looks like something out of
Edward Scissorhands.

- Really? Well, that just shows how
much you know about art, doesn't it?

- Art's always been a bit of a mystery
to me. And artists.

Give me a column of figures I'm as
happy as a pig in mud.

Lunch, before it all goes?

- Are you all all right without me?
- Yeah. Good, thanks.

THEY JEER

- So how come you left your big job in
the city then to come and be a
teacher?

- Yeah, when I say "leave" what I
really mean is "kicked out of".

- What, is teaching just a stop-gap?

- Might have been the reason I got
into the profession.

I love it now.
- Yeah, yeah. Me too.

- Helen! A little help, please?

- Fraser, we'll have to cancel the
meeting. This place is a shambles from
top to bottom.

- We need to find your sister. There's
people to see you. Listen, get them
all to the cooler.

Max, I'll sort it out later.

- Inside, inside. I've never
experienced anything like that before.

It can't get any worse than this,
surely.

- It really, really hurts.

OK, just take a seat on the sofa
there.

- Lindsay?

Emily?

- What is it?

- Girls, I'm really sorry to tell you,

but I've got some terrible news.

I'm afraid

your father...

..this morning...

I'm afraid, your father was...

- OK, um, your dad passed away, this
morning.

- What are you talking about?

Lindsay?

Lindsay? What's she talking about?

"Passed away"?
- I'm sorry.

- Do you mean he's dead? My dad's
dead?
- Yes.

I was that close to finishing her off.
- Yeah, right.

- Amy, we might get expelled over
this.

- Good. We don't want to be here
anyway, do we?

- Shut up, right now!

We don't know where Ms Mason is, so
you're going to have to answer to me.

That isn't going to be a pleasant
experience.

We're making arrangements with a
relative for the girls to get picked
up,

but they need to make a statement
later today.

- No.

No way. Why?

We didn't see anything.

Miss, I need to talk to my mum.
- Lindsay, I'm sorry, but that's not
going to be possible.

- Is my mum OK?

He was hitting her, you know.
- That's a lie!

- He was always hitting Mum.
- Why are you saying that? He wasn't!

He wasn't!
- Shut up. What do you know?

- Lindsay, please. Emily, don't worry.

- Why do they need to speak to me? I
can't tell them anything. It's nothing
to do with me, or Emily.

- I know. The police just need to find
out what happened this morning, that's
all.

No one's accusing you, I promise you,
Lindsay,

but you do need to tell them the
truth.

Whatever that is, you need to tell
them everything, everything you know.

Everything you heard. Everything you
saw.

You need to tell them, yeah?

You will be detained every lunchtime
for the next week.

Letters will go out to your parents
and guardians.

You will each write an essay
explaining why schools have rules
which must be obeyed.

Anyone who fails to deliver will be
excluded.

- Does this mean that the sculpture
project's on hold?

- We need to make more of an effort
than ever to establish some peace.

I'm relying on you.

- BELL RINGS

- Helen? Can we have a little chat,
please?

- What about?
- Today.

How do you think it went?

Well, if you could tell me what you
thought you did right.

OK, maybe, we could talk about where
you went wrong?

So that we can fix it?
- Well, I'll tell you how to fix it...

expel all the troublemakers.

- Teaching troublemakers is part of
the job.

- Well, it's not what I signed up for.

Max knows that.

Right. Thanks, yes. I will tell them.

- Lindsay, can I just have a quick
word, please?

I'm sorry. Your mum won't be coming
home today.

The police are saying that your dad's
been murdered.

They're charging her.

- I can't believe it.

My God. Poor girls.
- I just knew that there was something
wrong with those two.

They were so jittery this morning.
They must have picked up on the
atmosphere at home, mustn't they?

- You didn't do anything about it, did
you?

- I'm sorry?

- If you knew something, you should
have acted.

- Um, I have actually spoken to both
those girls.
- Too little, too late.

These kids need clear leadership,

someone in charge. Not someone
dropping balls left, right and centre.

- Hang on a minute.

Look, things kicked off before I had a
chance to do that. Due, in part, to
your...

..your protege, Helen Hopewell.

- It clearly rankles she's made a
complaint about you.
- What?!

Oh, for goodness' sake, Max.

She is out of her depth and she is
getting her defence in first, and if
you can't see that...

- I believe I have a sculpture to
unveil.

Come on, now, Denzil. There's stuff to
get on with.

- Did you get him to maths?
- Ooh, not quite.

- You've got to be harder on him,
Rose.

You've no idea the day I've had.

I'm up to here with departmental work
and this new teacher.

- Fine. We'll muddle through.

I can't tell one end of an equation
from another.

- OK. I'm coming over tonight and you
and me's getting the old maths books
out?
- Thanks.

- Thanks, love. There'll be a spag bol
in it for you.

- Tom, can I just have a quick word?

Are you aware that there's been
accusations of staff-room bullying?

- What?
- Yup, from Helen Hopewell.

- Bullying?

There was a bit of a barney, yeah, but
we...

I don't think some of them like being
here. Especially Helen.

- OK, thanks.

If I knew then what I know now, I'd
have cheered that bulldozer on.

- And I'd have joined you.
- It's going to be hell on earth,
Grantly. I can feel it in my water.

- Mmm. Pub this way, I think.

- The sculpture's this way, isn't it?

- Very good, mein Fuhrer.

- Max, can I have a word?

- Not now, Helen.

- But it's really important.

- It always is, isn't it?

Nervous?
- You will be when you see it.

Helen, I'm glad I caught you.

Listen, you're new so I'm not going to
make too much of a fuss.

But, in future, please, moderate your
language when talking about your
colleagues. Thank you.

- Nervous?
- Me?

No. No. Terrified.
- Our entry for the Turner Prize.

- Hey, that's a good idea. Do you like
visiting art galleries?

- Now I've sculpted my own
masterpiece, of course.

- Right, I think everyone's just about
here. Shall we get on with it?

- Actually, everyone isn't here yet,
Max. We need to wait.

- Well, I can't wait all day.

Slow down.

Three, two one...

- APPLAUSE

- Somebody cover it up, for God's
sake.

- The power of laughter is a wonderful
thing.

So I want you to go home and tell your
parents what fun you all had at your
new school today.

I'd also like you to put your hands
together

to show a big vote of thanks to Ms
Campbell and her team

for making such a wonderful symbol of
unity for our two schools.

- He knows how to work a crowd,
doesn't he?

- Yeah, like all good politicians.

- Ms Mason, Ms Mason, it's Miss
Hopewell! There's been an accident!

Oh, my God!

- Right, stand back, staff, round up
your pupils.

- OK. Come on, girls. Back down,
please.

- Tell us what happened.

- Chris, we're going to need an
ambulance, yeah? Helen, are you OK?

- Did you trip on something?

Helen?

- Helen, what happened here?

Max, I didn't fall. I was pushed.

One of the Waterloo girls.

- Did you see who it was?

- Um...

- You didn't, did you?

- I think it was Michaela White.

- You're drawing attention to
yourself, Helen, and to me.

- It's this damned school.

There's no control. No rules.

You are going to sort that, Max,
aren't you?
- Of course.

I've known dozens of teachers walk on
their first day.

There's no harm in admitting the job
isn't for you.

- Not so long ago, I was your "special
girl".

- Yes.
- I can prove it, too.

Not that I'm saying it's going to come
to that, Max.

I just can't imagine what they're
going through.

- Oh, poor Emily. She's so upset.

Lindsay, she's just closing down.

- It is a pretty common response to
something this big. We'll keep an eye
on her.

- Yeah, she seems so tortured, you
know?

I don't know what the hell went on in
that house this morning, but she knows
more than she's saying.

- Anyway, how are you, eh? What's
going on between you and Max?

- He just wants to run everything his
way.
- I think you need to talk to him.

- He doesn't rate me, Kim. Full stop.

After the day I've had today, I'm not
sure he's wrong.
- Course, he's wrong.

I mean, if what you say is true.

- Are you ready?

- We were going to go have a drink.
Unless you need me?

- No, have one on me.

- Well, shall we?

- Yeah.

Nice start to a new term, eh? A
murder.

- And I thought a gang fight involving
the whole school was as bad as it
gets.

- Welcome to Waterloo Road.
- The all-new never to be the same
again Waterloo Road.

Oh, my life won't be worth living if
that Helen Hopewell decides to return.

I mean, I hate to say it but let's
just hope her injuries are serious.

- You can't say that.
- Just enough to keep her off a term
or two, eh?

- Oh, thank God for mother's ruin,
that's all I can say.

I tell you what, I'll be tempted to
have a few of those before I go into
school tomorrow.

That Jo Lipsett is right up herself
with her "double first" and her
"fluency in four languages".

Get this, bedtime reading, whatever.

I bet she's single. She needs to find
herself a fella.

- Suggest it. See how it goes down.

- Why don't you put yourself forward,
Tom? You've had everybody else in the
staff-room!

- You'd better run that past Rose
first.

- To be honest, mate, I think Rose
would probably be more her cup

of tea than you are. No offence.

- Saved from the Clarkson clutches.
- Hiya.

- Jo! I didn't know you drank in here.

- Well, I didn't till I started at
Waterloo Road.

- Right, you're just in time.

Mine's a pint, thanks.

And Kim'll have a red wine.

- You're a fast mover.
- Fingers crossed. So you can keep
your hands off.

- Relax. She's not my type.

What are you having, Steph?

- Oh, just a sparkling water for me,
thanks, Jo. I'm driving.

- Why don't you leave your car, have
something more serious?

- Well, it's not something I'd
normally do.

- Eh?! She's got a permanent parking
space. Mine's a double whisky.

- Are you sure?

- Oh, well, as you're twisting my arm.

I'll have a gin and tonic. Make it a
large one.

- A large G and T and the same again
for everybody else, please, thanks.

Is Helen OK?

- Of course.

- If you don't mind me saying so...

you seem rather defensive of her.

- She's an excellent graduate.

She'll be an excellent teacher, given
half the chance.

Rachel, I'm not here to talk about
Helen.

I'd like to know how you think today
went.

- Not well, of course, but it was...

- It was a shambles.

And what do you think that was down
to?

- In part, it was down to...

- No, Rachel. There is no "part blame"
in this equation.

Are you "partly" in charge? Does
"part" of the buck stop with you?

No. Bad management.

Today was a tram smash and as Head
Teacher, you are responsible.

- Part of the reason for that
disruption was you wading in and not
allowing me to do my job!

- I have informed the LEA that, based
on what I've seen today,

you are not capable of running this
school alone.

I'll be basing myself here full-time
and have their support

to do whatever I see necessary to
clean up this mess.
- You're joking.

- I don't care what you think, Rachel.

I care about what's best for this
school, and if you can't see that,

then maybe we need to reassess your
role here.

- I'm not leaving you in charge.

No way.

- Understand, I am in charge.

And I'll be sharing this office with
you from now on.

So if you don't mind...

- Uh, Mr Tyler needs to see one of
your pupils.

Bolton, can you come with me, please?
- What have I done?

- You are exactly the type who thinks
he can get away with it.

- You've got me wrong, man. I didn't
do anything.

- Bolton! Calm down! Bolton. Bolton!

- Did he hit you as well, Lindsay?

- He's dead now, what does it matter?

- You belong in prison, with your
murdering mum.

- You are complicated, aren't you?
- Yeah.

- Kim, I think you're absolutely the
most fantastic woman I've ever met.

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