All language subtitles for Waterloo.Road.S05E06.720p.iP.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-420D_track3_[eng]

- You're a fast mover.
- Fingers crossed, so you can keep
your hands off!
- You and Kim?

- Really could do with your help
today, Chris.

- Who are you talking to, you posh
slag?

SCREAMING

- She just seems so tortured, you
know?

I don't know what the hell

went on in that house this morning.
- There's not many men in here!

- I thought you wanted something a bit
different.

- SHE MOUTHS

- Be careful!

- Car's in the garage, is it?

- Thank you.

- Yeah, someone else's.
- Morning.
- Hey!

- You all right?
- I'm well, how are you?

- Yeah, good.

- Aw, look. Cute.
- Oh, don't.

She never stops going on about him.

- I think it's sweet.

- Yeah, you don't have to live with
it.

"Lindsay, guess what Denzil said
today. Don't you think Denzil's got
lovely eyes?"

- Lindsay, can Denzil come for tea
tonight?

- See what I mean?
- Well, can he or not?

- Not.
- Aw, why?!
- Why? Cos I said so!

You're too young to be having
boyfriends.

- Ooh, that is cruel. You should let
him.

- Look, last thing I need is them two
gazing at each other over macaroni.

It makes me want to vom.

- You're not going to believe this,
but I just saw Lindsay James smile.

- You're right. I don't believe you.
- Morning, girls.

- Morning.
- All right, Mr Mead?
- Morning, Lauren.

- Ah! I love the way he says my name.

- Someone's popular there.

- Tell me about it.
- So, do anything special last night,
Sir?

- Not really, Amy.

Did you?
- Yeah, she dreamt about you!

- Er, that's enough girls, thank you
very much.
- Sorry, Miss.

- Here we go.
- Thank you, Sir.

- Josh, have you got a minute?

Morning, Sam.

This is for you.

- Oh, I've heard of them, I think.

- Yeah, forget your CDs, you can't
beat a bit of vinyl.

- Thanks. But I can't take it.
- Course you can.

Look, I really want to make a go of
this.

I know I've not been around for you...
- No. I can't take it cos I have
nothing to play it on.

I don't have any decks.

- Right. Well, I've got a spare
turntable at mine, I can drop it off
at yours sometime.

- How about tonight? You could come
for tea.

- Watch out for food poisoning.
- Oi!

- So...?
- Maybe you should check with your mum
first, I don't just want to pitch up.

- I'll text her. She'll be cool.

She likes having you around, she likes
you. Really likes you.

- Yeah, all right, I get it.

- See you tonight then, yeah?
- Yeah.

Why not?

- Morning.
- Hi.

- Have we lost Christopher?
- No, I sent him to circulate the new
rota for the playground duty.

- But we have got doughnuts.
- Sorry?

- To share, in the spirit of the new
entente cordiale.

Enjoy.
- OK.

In future I want the full management
team at every meeting, please.

- Absolutely, just didn't think we had
much to discuss this morning.

- Well, let's see, shall we?

Kim, have you got anything?

- Er... No, no, nothing.

- Max?

- Mmm...nothing. Rachel?

- Nothing, except the forms I needed
Christopher to sign.

- Well, if we're done, then I'd better
get to this LEA meeting at 9.30.

Don't eat them all at once.

- Erm... I'd better get going as well.

Rachel...

I have not mentioned to Max about...

you know, you knowing about us.

- Fine.
- So I'd appreciate it

if you didn't say anything.

- Well, I haven't.

But you probably should know that Max
HAS told Christopher.

- Right.

Still I'd rather it didn't go around
the staffroom. You know what this
place is like.

I don't mind, I just don't think Max
would appreciate the gossip.
- I don't suppose he would, would he?

- I really hope this isn't an issue
between us.

- Neither do I.

- Good. Great.

That's sorted then! See you in a bit.

- Can I have a bit of hush, please,
guys?

- Phil, you heard anything back from
that comedy competition yet?

- Nah. But it's early days yet.

- I could never be a comedian. It'd
scare me to death.

- It's a doddle if you've got a good
set.

- Come on then, do a bit.
- What here?
- Yeah.

- He don't really do jokes.
- No, it's more observational comedy,
y'know witty asides and dry social
satires.

- He's good.
- Really good.
- Want to be my agent, then?

- If I were, I'd be setting you up

with gigs.
- Steady on.

- Come on then, or are you chicken?

- As if!

- So you should do it.

- Well, I'd love to. But I mean, it's
not that easy, is it?

No-one's setting up any comedy clubs
round here so until then I'll

just have to keep my powder dry.

- Oi, get your tongue back in your
head!
- Shut up. She's well hot.

- So ask her out.

- You all right?

- HIGH-PITCHED VOICE:
- Y-y-y-eah, you?

- What was that? Your squeaky little
gnome voice, yeah?
- Shut up!

- Come on, Pauly!

That Paul Langley is such a waste of
space.
- Yeah.

Oh, no. Mead. He won't leave me alone.

- Ah, Vicky. Good. Coursework?

Thanking you.

Hang on. What's this?

- What's it look like?
- Something

that's been used as a beer mat.

- Right, I'll do it again.

- Right...what's wrong?
- Don't know what you mean.

- Yeah, thank you, Lindsay. You can go
now.

- It's just one bit of coursework.
- But it's not though, is it? Your
whole attitude's been slipping.

I didn't even see you in class all
last week.

- Yeah, I wasn't well.

Look, look, I'm sorry. I'll sort it.

- OK, but we need to have another go
at this.

You see me at break, yeah?
- Look, I can't.

Right, OK. I'll be there.

Thanks.

- So what's your mum cooking, then?

- And that's got to do with you
because...?
- Fine.

If you want her to cook something he's
gonna to gag on...
- Go on then.

- Things he doesn't like -

pizza, chips, pasta, oh, and curry,
especially curry.

It brings him out in hives so I'd just
stick to something plain and simple.
- Curry it is then.

- Experiment on page 24. I need a
volunteer, please.
- I'll do it.

- Amy, come on up here.

GROANING

Goggles and gloves.

Take the test tube and hold it over
the flame.

- What? Like this, Sir?
- No, no, no, careful.

- She is such a slapper.

I wouldn't get too close to her, Sir.
Smells like Amy's let one off.

- Actually, Lauren, that's the sulphur
you're smelling.

Careful, that's it.

KNOCK AT DOOR

- Mr Mead, can I have a word, please?

- Yeah, go sit back down, Amy.

OK, I'll be two seconds.

- Sorry to interrupt, but I missed

you at the morning meeting.

- Max wanted me to...
- I wanted you at the morning meeting,
though.

- And next time I'll be there. I'm
sorry.

- OK, risk assessments. I need your
signature.

- SHE WOLF WHISTLES, CHEERING

PHONE CAMERA CLICKS

Yeah, all right, thank you, girls.

- They seem very jolly.
- Who said science can't be fun?

- As long as it's the science they're
amused by.
- There you are.

- Thanks. I'll leave you to it.
- Right, where were we?

- You were lighting Amy's fire, Sir!
- LAUGHTER

Come on.

If you just want to hang on here, I'll
just go and get her, OK.

Rachel?

Mrs James's solicitor is here. She
wants to talk to Lindsay.

- Oh, great, that's good. That's good.

- Is there a problem?
- No, no, no, I asked her to come in.

I want to make sure the girls are kept
up to date with developments.

- Oh, I just didn't know.
- I wasn't aware that I had to ask
permission.

- No, of course you don't.

- Good. Well, OK.

Alison, I'm Rachel Mason. Thank you so
much for coming in.
- No problem.

I need to talk Lindsay through her
statement anyway. How's she doing?

- Hard to tell because she's not...

- Right, I've been marking your vocab
tests and you're still... Hey!

..Still seem to be getting into a bit
of a lather regarding your genders.

You've got half your masculines down
as feminine and half your feminines
down as masculine.

Monsieur Denzil seems to have created
an entirely new gender pronoun

which is somewhere down the middle.
- Bisexual that, innit?

- LAUGHTER

- That's from Miss Lipsett.

Aren't you going to read it? It might
be important.
- Thank you, Karla. That will be all.

Can you get your work books out,
please?

Keep it down!

I'm getting sick of this. I want to
see her.

- That's just not possible until after
the trial, not with you being a
witness.

- Great, great, so I stick up for Mum
and I don't get to see her,

or I don't bother and I can visit her
while she rots!
- That's pretty much it.

- Lindsay, what you've got to remember
is that by giving evidence, you are
helping your mum's case.

- Yeah, at least she'll be coming home
soon.

- I have to tell you, you may have to
prepare yourself for the worst.

- What does that mean?
- You say your mum lashed out at your
dad because he hit her.

- Yeah, he was.
- But when your mum was examined after
she was arrested she didn't have any
injuries.

- So? He was smart, he always hit her
where it didn't show.
- There's no record of violence.

Your mum never sought treatment for
any injuries...
- Surely that's not unusual?

- It's not. But we're pleading
provocation, we can't do that on
hearsay.

- You're saying I'm lying.
- I'm not, but when you're on the
stand...
- I saw him do it! Hundreds of times!

- But Emily didn't. In her statement
after your father's death she says

your mum and dad were happy.
- What does it matter what she thinks?
It's me who'll get called.

- It matters because we are arguing
that your mother killed your father
because she reacted

to an imminent threat to her life. The
prosecution are going to do everything
to prove that isn't true.

Even if that means calling your little
sister to testify.

If Emily goes in that witness box and
repeats what

she said in her initial statement,
your mum doesn't stand a chance.

- So, what, you're saying she might
not get off?

- Not unless there's anything,
anything else you can think of

that could explain what happened that
day.

- No, nothing.

Am I done?

- Go on. I'll catch up with you.

- What did Mason want?
- Don't matter.

- Are you going to the Common Room?
- Can't. I've got to see Mead.

- What? At break?

- He's helping me with coursework.

- Ah, he can help me any time. He's
fit!

- Thought you were supposed to be good
at science.
- I am.

- How come Mead's making you do extra?
- Dunno. He wants to get me into Uni.

- Yeah, well, just watch him.

- Oh, what? You think he fancies me?

- Well, don't he?
- You've got some seriously weird
ideas.

Mead's not like that.
- They're all like that.

- I'm beginning to think everyone's
right about you - just as batty as
your mum.

- Shut up about her, all right?!
- Oi, get off her!

What's going on?

- It's all right. I'm fine.
- Cooler. Now.

Are you OK?
- Yeah. I think so.

- I appreciate the help, but aren't
you two missing your break?

Come on.

Vicky. Come in.

MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

I'll have that. Thank you.

Right, let's get started.

- Rachel, Lindsay James.

She's in the cooler.
- What? I saw her half an hour ago!

- She had Vicky McDonald up against
the lockers.
- Thanks, Tom.

Can I just have a couple of words?

OK...

talk to me.

Lindsay?

I do understand that you're having a
tough time at the moment.

That does not entitle you to take out
your anger out on other student.

I cannot have violence in this school.
Do you understand?

- Sorry.

- What happened? Were you upset about
what the solicitor said?

I'm here to help. I'm on your side.

Don't push me away, Lindsay.

Right now, you're running out of
allies

in the staffroom and the playground.

- Anything else?

- Take a bit of time to get yourself
together...

then I want you to go back to class.
And if in future, you feel like

lashing out again I want you to remove
yourself from the situation and come
to see me, OK?

- Good. There, that's more like it.

Right, you get off to class, I'll
print it up.
- Ah, thanks.

- Oh, did you get chance to look at
those prospectuses I gave you?

- Yeah, they were good.

- Do you want to try that again with a
bit of enthusiasm?

- It's just...these Unis.

They're a bit far away, aren't they?

- Last time I heard, you couldn't wait
to get out of Rochdale.

- Oh, I know. I still can't.

The brochures make it seem like it's
coming really fast.

I've got so much stuff to do before I
can go to Uni.

- Hey, we're not even at the applying
stage yet.

This time next year, you might have
decided that you don't even want to do
chemistry.

- No, I do. The course looks great.

- Well, let's concentrate on getting
the grades, which means showing up at
class and getting the work done.

There'll be plenty of time to worry
about the practicalities when you get
a definite offer.

- S'pose. I'm sorry, Sir, but I've got
to get going.

- OK, see you later.

Ladies?
- We were wondering if we could have
extra classes? Like her.

- Erm....it's a bit different. Vicky's
doing A-level.

- We want to do A-Levels one day. We
want to be chemists when we leave.
- Like selling make-up and tissues.

- OK. Well, you prove to me that
you're serious and I'll be delighted
to give

you all the help you need.
- Great!

- You know that periodic table in the
back of your books? Learn it.

- What, all of it?
- Then we can talk.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello. Vicky McDonald's phone.
- 'Yeah, is she there?'

- No, I'm sorry, she's not here at the
minute. Can I take a message?

- 'Tell her she's late for work.'

- Am I a genius or what?

- Has anybody seen Vicky McDonald?

Lindsay?
- Missing her already?

- Pardon?

- She's not here. She'll have gone to
work.
- Work? She should be in class.

- Yeah, and so should I.

- Hang on, d'you want to tell me
what's going on?

- Just what I said! You're not the
only bloke who wants an eyeful of her.

- 'Fantasy Lounge?'

- Sorry. Wrong number.

- Did you get my note?
- Note...?

No, I don't think so.
- About needing the Year ten
coursework by lunchtime?

- Oh, the coursework, is that all you
wanted?
- What else would it be?

Steph, if you want to talk about what
happened the other night...

- No, no, no, I don't, why would I?
- Just as long as we're straight.

- Absolutely.Well, I am!

- Well, I know they've had you for
re-training, but that's

taking things a bit far, isn't it?

- You see that's the difference
between us, Grantly.

I take a lively interest in the
educational issues of the day

where you contemplate the merits of
real boobs over implants.

- Each to their own.
- Haven't you got somewhere to be?
- Year ten IT

for my sins. Are they real?

- For God's sake, Grantly, I have
absolutely no interest in womens'
breasts!

- What's up with her?!

- If I told you that, Tom, I'd have to
kill you.
- Be my guest. I've got Year Eights
next.

- Mr Michaels, can I have a quick word
with Emily, please?
- Sure.

- Have I done something wrong?

- No, no, I just wanted to have a
catch up. See how things are going.

Is everything OK at your auntie's
house?

- OK. I miss Mum. And Dad.

- Yeah, you must.

And there's a trial coming up, isn't
there? Are you worried about that?

- Suppose.

- I think your sister is.

How do you think that she's coping?

It must be good having each other,
huh?

You've got someone you can talk it
through with.
- I haven't.

Not really.

- Why not?

- Lindsay won't let me talk about it.
She always changes the subject.

- She must mention it sometimes?
- No. Not ever. Not to anyone.

Not my aunt. Not my gran.

Sometimes I just want to talk about
Dad, but she won't have it.

- Why do you think that is?
- I dunno.

She's never even cried. It's like she
hates him.

I don't get it.

He loved her.

- Hiya, I'm looking for someone.

Vicky McDonald? I think she works
here, behind the bar or something.

OK, well, can I speak to the manager?

- He's not in yet. Do you want a drink
while you wait?

- A coke.

- Shut up. Do you want Budgen coming
over?!

- You're just jealous cos your
girlfriend fancies Mr Mead.
- Er, excuse me!

I do not. This was your idea!

- What are you doing?
- Like we're going to tell you.
- Oh, like we're interested!

- Right, shut down your compu...

ter. What's the point?

- I need to get moving. I'll come back
later, yeah?

Actually, can you give my card to your
manager, ask him to give me a call?

Work or mobile. Whatever.

Vicky.

Vicky!

Open this door, Vicky, I need to speak
to you.
- Oi!

- Hang on, mate, get off me, get off
me!

Vicky, I need to speak to you! Get
off, I said.

I need to speak to that girl!

She knows me and I need to speak to
her. Get off me!
- Out!

- I need to speak to the girl in
there.

- Ah. Miss Mason.
- Oh, sorry. Grantly, not now...
- Fine.

If you're happy to have a member of
staff laid open to ridicule

for the delectation of any member

of the general public who happens to
be in possession of an internet
connection, hmm?

- What?

- I direct you to the school website.

A video posted

under the Meet The Teachers section.

Hmm, Mr Mead.

- Hey! Where do you think you're
going?
- Didn't have you down as a perv. Is
that what you lot do at lunchtime?

Nip out and get a quick dance.
- Don't you dare try and turn this

onto me. I came here to find you!

What are you doing in there?
- Working, and what's your excuse?

- Vicky, you're a kid.
- How'd you know where I was?

You've been through my phone!
- I'm glad I did. Why are you working
here?

- Because I like it.
- Come off it.
- It's good money.
- Is it worth it?

- I don't do "extras".

- You know what...

we're not going to have this
conversation. I've got my car.

We'll see what Miss Mason has to say.
- What's it got to do with her? She's
done worse!

- Don't even go there. Move it.

- What's she going to do?
- Miss Mason? First off, she'll start
by letting

the police know what's going on.

- What's it got to do with them?

- You're 16 years old working in a lap
dancing bar!

Do you think it's legal?
- My Dad'll find out!

- The world and its mother will find
out if the papers get hold of it.

- So everyone at school will know?

- I thought you had nothing to be
ashamed of? Now come on.

- Look, wait!

What will it take for you not to tell?
- Sorry?

- I'll do anything. Anything you want.
- Whoa, what are you doing?

We're going to pretend that that
didn't happen.

Now come on!

Erm, hydrogen.
- H.

- L I.
- Lithium.
- K.
- Mr Mead about?

- Potassium.
- Yep.
- Erm, no.

- What are you two up to?
- Periodic table.
- Are you serious?

I'm impressed. Good to see you
interested in your studies.

- Mr Mead says if we learn it he'll
give us private lessons.

- Sorry, what?

- You know like he gives them girls at
lunchtime.

Come on.
- Right, A R.
- Argon.

- Can you take that outside, please?
Take it outside.

- R B.
- R B... Robium.

- You have got to help me out here!
- What's it got to do with us?
- You were the ones bigging me up!

- You were banging on about social
satire.
- You know as well as I do Ros is only
remotely interested

in me because she thinks I'm some sort
of comic genius!

That's the bit that you guys are
supposed to disagree with me.

- Yeah, you need to get some better
gags, mate.

- Right. Out.

- You can't do this.
- Just watch me.

- Don't say I didn't give you a
chance.

You all right, girls?

- Is that Mead's car?

- You tell anyone about this, and I
mean anyone,

then I'll tell them my side of the
story.

- What are you talking about?
- You've been after me for ages.

Lindsay was saying that to me before.
She reckons that you fancy the pants
off me.

I told her she was just being soft,
but now I'm not so sure.

All those extra lessons you're giving
me.

And then you just turning up at my
work.
- That is ridiculous!

No-one's going to believe that.

- They'll have to.

There are lots of cameras in that
club. They get everything.

Teachers sneaking in at lunchtime.
Teachers perving on pupils.

And there's the pictures that I've got
of us two.

- What pictures?

Vicky!

- Our secret, yeah?

- Yeah, it's her son again.

Well, d'you know what time she'll be
out of it?

I've already left a message saying to
call me.

No, I'll sort it myself, thanks.

- Where you off to?
- Dentist.

- Rachel...
- I've been looking for you.
- You won't believe the morning I've
had.

- Well, I'm afraid it it's not about
to get any better.

Now tell me, do you know anything
about this?

- MUSIC PLAYS

Is that me?
- It's bits of you.

- Who did this?

- I don't know, but whoever it was has
posted it on the school web-site.

- What, hang on...

that could be any member of staff on
that screen!
- Oh, don't be naive.

It's hardly likely anyone's going to
devote that effort

to a video of Grantly, is it?

- What are you saying?
- You're young and

attractive. You're going to get more
than your fair share of attention.

It's your responsibility not to
encourage that.
- I don't!

- Well, that's not what I've been
observing recently.
- What?

SHE SIGHS

- Look, you just...

You need to pull back from the kids a
bit, you know,

make sure they know the boundaries.

And next time you feel like running
one-to-one sessions with pupils

outside of lesson times, I need it
logged, in advance.

- Look, I hope that you're not saying
that my behaviour is inappropriate.

- I'm saying...

that if someone makes an accusation I
don't know whether I'll be in a
position to defend you.

Is that clear?

- Yes.

- OK. I'm going to get that taken
offline.

And I'll leave the rest up to you.

Is there something else?

- No. Thank you.

- All right, Mr Mead?

- THEY GIGGLE

OK, books out, page 17.

Vicky...a word, please.

Outside.

We need to sort this out.
- It is sorted.

- No. No, it's not.

I can't turn a blind eye to you
working at that place.

- I've told you. It's not a big deal.

- How can you say that?

Laying aside the legal aspects, and
the fact that you're skipping school
to go there,

you need to look at what this job is
doing to you.
- What?

- Vicky...that stunt that you tried to
pull in the alley.

The way you saw me, saw yourself,
that's not normal.

That's not the way the world is.

- Then you haven't lived much, have
you?

- You know, sometimes that's no bad
thing.

You behave in a certain way, then men
are going to treat you that way.

Are you listening to me?

Look, I'm just trying to help you
here.
- Then keep your mouth shut.

You'll be helping yourself an' all.

You just can't stop yourself, can you?

- Hey, where's that going?
- Lady

Bountiful's cashing in her assets.

- Sorry. Needs must.

- Now what am I supposed to do about
me latte in the mornings?

- Ooh, latte? That's a bit girly for
you, isn't it, Steph?

I would have thought a big butch pint
of lager would have been more your
scene these days, eh?

- Have you told him? About the other
night?

- Why not?

Look, Steph, I told you I was happy to
talk about it.

- I don't want to talk about it. I
just want to forget about the whole
thing!

What little I can remember of it.

- Fine. But hiding your true self away
from your colleagues isn't really the
answer.

- Look, do you want to know how I came
out?

A friend of mine decided to tell

my entire university year-group that I
batted for the other side,

and I was mortified.

But it was actually great.

Because I could finally...

be myself.

So, that friend of mine,

she did me a favour.

And maybe...

..maybe I can do the same for you.

- Used or mint?

Used or mint?

- Pardon?

- This thing.

- Well, has it been used?
- Yes, it has.

- That's your answer, then.

- Ooh. Did anyone ever tell you were a
pedant?

Mint. Right, postage. Ah. What should
I do?

- Er, local pick-up only.

- No, cos that'd be free.
- All right. A tenner, then.

- Twenty pounds.

Right, let the bidding commence!

Don't work too hard.

- Not much chance of that.

- HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

- It's Bolton's friend's party on
Saturday if you're up for it.

- I'm working on Saturday.

- Right, well... it doesn't start till
later, so...

- I work till late.

- BELL RINGS

- So where do you work?
- Does it matter?
- Sorry, I was just asking.
- Just get off my case!

- You know what? Forget it.

- Vicky.

- Lindsay, can I have a word, please?

Let's pop in here, shall we?

- You not got anything else to do?

- Not at the minute, no, I haven't.

- I told you, I don't know anything
else about what happened that day.

- Well, actually, that isn't why I
asked to see you,

but I have been wondering whether
you'd like me to tell Emily

about the possibility of her being
called up as a witness,

or would you rather tell her that
yourself?

- No-one's going to tell her, cos it's
not going to happen!

- That isn't what the solicitor
thinks,

and I think Emily needs to be prepared
for it.

- So what did you want to see me
about?

- To tell you

that you can talk to me.

That you don't have to keep everything
bottled up.
- Who says I am?

- I spoke to Emily this morning.

She tells me you don't want to talk
about your dad.

Now, I understand how hard it is to
lose someone, even under normal
circumstances,

but to shut down your feelings like
this

it just makes it harder for you.

- I'm fine.

- And it makes it harder for Emily
too.

- How?

- Because she needs you, Lindsay,

she needs to know that you're there
for her if she wants to talk about
what happened or any...

I just think if you could be honest
about your real feelings it'll be
easier for you and Emily.
- Shut up!

- What?
- Just shut up about her! I'm sick of
it!

Emily this, Emily that! Don't you
think I don't know what's best for

my own sister!
- I didn't say that.

- No, no, and don't you ever tell me
how to look after her, because that is
all I've ever done.

You don't know nothing about me or her
or any of my family. You don't know
crap!
- Lindsay!

- Get off my case!

- Hey, what's going on!

- Keep her away from me!
- Lindsay, get back here!
- Rachel,

leave it.
- I need to talk to her.

- No, I said leave it.
- I know what

I'm doing, Max!
- Yeah, well, how about you leave her
alone?

- How about you let me do my job?

- What's that, winding up the
students?
- Back off, Max!

- SHE EXHALES DEEPLY

- Are you all right?

- Sorry.

About before, I sent you a text.

- I know. I didn't get it. Mead had my
phone.

Do you know what? I think you're right
about him.

He does fancy me.

He's always around me, trying to touch
me up and stuff.

Pervy or what?

Right, erm, I've got to go.

- Yes, Denzil.
- Sir, I don't get this.

- OK, let's have a look.

- We don't know if it's... It's one of
them two...

- I thought it was that one.
- OK. All these are alkaline...

- Lindsay, shouldn't you be in class?
- You go near my little sister,

I swear I'll kill you.

What are you talking about?

Get away from me, paedo!

What did you just say?

Don't even try to deny it!

- Vicky told me. Get your kicks out of
touching up kids, do you?

- Whatever Vicky said, she is lying.

Where have I heard that before?

Lindsay, get back here right now!

You should be on that sex offenders'
register!

I haven't done anything wrong!

- 'Quite a few people have turned up.'

Are you dead excited?
- That's one word for it.

Listen, if I'm rubbish...

- You won't be! You'll be brilliant.
Come on, give 'em hell.

- Ladies and gentlemen, the very funny
Philip Ryan!

- Thank you.

Thank you. Right, it's nice to see
everyone.

Nice day for it.

- HE CHUCKLES

- OK, comedy is what you came here for
and comedy is exactly what you're
going to get.
- So get on with it.

- Thank you, Michaela.

OK, two cows in a field, one says to
the other one, "Moo."

The other says, "Hey, I was going to
say that."

- HE LAUGHS

- Moo?

- Ah. Have you seen Rachel?

- What's it about? Not keeping secrets
now, are we?

- No, it's just, erm...I'm having a
bit of bother with one of the kids.

- And you're going to Rachel for
advice about it?

- It's Vicky McDonald. She's having a
few problems at home.

- This is a school, Chris, not a
flaming counselling service.

Kids come here to get away from the
crap that's going on at home.

- Yeah, but it's not always that
straightforward, is it?

- You're even starting to sound like
Rachel now. You're not going all
touchy-feely on me, are you?

If you want to get ahead, don't take
advice from Rachel Mason.

Goodnight, Joyce.

- Goodnight, Mr Tyler.

- Joyce, have we got a home address
for Vicky McDonald?

- Yes, we have.

- Ask him round, say we're getting a
curry in.

- I can't afford a take-out, Sam, I've
no money till the end of the week.

- Then, tell him summat needs fixing
and ask him to come round to do it.
- Like what?

- Anything! The toilet doesn't flush.
It just has to be an emergency.

- Sam, what's this about?

- He's going round to Josh's tonight
and having tea with Josh and his mum.

- Oh.

Right.

- And you're OK with that, are you?

- I don't keep Tom on a lead.

- Well, maybe you should, or he's
going to end up back with Josh's mum.

We have to do summat about this, Mum.

We can't lose him. He's the best dad
I've ever had.

- Love, you know, there's an
expression - if you love something,
set it free.

- That's rollocks, Mum. We have to
fight this one!
- We can't.

- You're home early.
- Sorry. I've just

got to go and check on my sauce.

- Have I come into the wrong house?

- And while you're having a shower,
scrub the bath, will you?

- Right.

- OK, two snowmen in a field, one says
to the other one,

"Can you smell carrots?"

Because of the...

OK, I've been Philip Ryan.

Thank you and good night.
- Call that a comedy?
- Sorry, Ros, but that was crap.

- Hey, come on, don't... It's not her
fault, it's mine.

I should told her that I'm about as
funny as a fart in a lift.

- LAUGHTER

- Things you do to get people to like
you, eh?

I haven't got anything else going for
me. There's a picture of my face in
the hospital,

stops them from using the stomach
pump.

- LAUGHTER

- Yeah, I mean, I've never been much
of a looker.

When I was a kid, I was that fat, fell
over, cut me knee, gravy came out.

Bisto all down me leg, terrible.

- Vicky?
- What are you doing here? Aren't you
in enough trouble?

- I just wanted to let you know I'll
be reporting what happened to Miss
Mason later today.
- You what?

- I'm giving you a chance to tell your
mum and dad, before you get a call
from the school.
- No! You can't do!

I've told you, I'll tell Mason on you.
I'll have Lindsay to back me up,
you'll lose your job.

- Yeah, and if I don't say anything I
might as well not have a job.

Look, Vicky, even though I've been
unbelievably stupid today, I still
have a duty of care over you.

- You what?
- You want to lie, you go

ahead. But I have to tell the truth. I
should have done it hours ago.

- No, please, sir! Please, my dad
can't know about this.

- I don't reckon he'll be delighted.
But once you tell him why you thought

you needed the...
- I can't!

I need the money for him.

- SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

OK, let me just say my piece and then
I'll be off.

If you have any notions of dragging me
out of the closet

or forcing me to join your ladies'
rugby team or whatever, then park

them, because I am straight as a bi.

As a die. Straight as a die.

- I know.

What exactly do you think happened
between us the other night, Steph?

- Well, obviously I was a touch the
worse for wear and you pounced.

- You got the first bit right.

- But I was in your bed!
- Mm, because you fell asleep and you
started dribbling all over my new
sofa.

So it was either shift you or get you
to pay the dry-cleaning bill.

- What, so we didn't actually do...
- No.

- Oh, I can't tell you, I'm so
relieved!

So I'm not actually a...

And you and me, we're fine?

- Course we are.

And if you ever stay over at my house
again, rest assured you will be
perfectly safe.

I'm not into older women.

- Older?

'Ey, you cheeky...

Your mum took the lot?

- She would have took me an' all, but
I wanted to stay at Waterloo Road.

Get my exams.

With you.

You can't tell my dad about the club.
He'll be mortified.

He's shame-faced enough since Mum
left.

How's he going to feel when he finds
out how I've been paying the bills?

- Well, where does he think the
money's coming from?
- He thinks I'm working

at a supermarket.

- Well, what about him? Isn't he
earning?
- He hasn't been for ages. He's got
arthritis.

It's flared up since Mum left.

That's another reason I need the
money. I need to pay for a carer for
when I go to uni.

- Vicky, does anyone know about this?

That you're looking after your dad?
Social services, anyone?

- No. Why would they?

- Because there are benefits that you
and your dad could be claiming.

- No, we're not spongers. I can
manage.
- By working in a strip club?

- It pays well.

Well, it just seemed like the right
idea at the time.
- And now?

- It's when they try and...touch me.

When I'm dancing.

Their hands are dead sweaty.

- I'll make some calls. I'll see what
your dad's entitled to

and I'll see what support we can sort
out for you as well.

You know what,

I should go. I shouldn't even be here.

- I won't tell!
- Yeah, well, I will.

From now on I'm playing everything by
the book.

For your sake as much as mine.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- Hiya, come in.

- All right?

- Why on earth didn't you just come
and talk to me about it?
- What?

Before or after you tore a strip off
me for being

too familiar with the pupils?

These last few weeks...

I've never enjoyed teaching more.

And for a couple of hours this
afternoon I thought I

was going to lose the lot.

I still could.

Look, I would totally understand if
you want me to step down.

- I don't think that's necessary.

But you did screw up.

You just can't blur the boundaries
like that, Chris. I need to be able to
rely on you.
- You can. Absolutely.

- I'll call in Vicky and her father
first thing in the morning. We'll take
it from there.
- That's great.

Thank you.
- Where are you going?
- Oh, sorry. I thought we were done.

- No, we're not. I need to pick your
brains about something. Max.

- Oh. Right.

- In the pub.

- That was lovely. Thanks, Georgia.

- Believe me, I didn't do a thing.

- I'd have dressed up if I'd have
known it was this posh.
- Mmm, me too.

- Right, I'll clear away.

- No, er, let me.

I've been sat here all night.

- You don't have to try and impress
him.
- I'm not.

- I don't recall you going to this
much effort for anyone else I've
brought

home.
- Well, they weren't my dad.

- Right, shall we get this turntable
set up, then?
- I've got homework.

- No, come on, you can have a night
off.
- Sorry.

Help yourselves to wine.

- Night.
- Night.

- Sorry, erm...I think someone's
holding out for a happy ending.

- Yeah? I hope you told him if we got
together it'd be anything but.

- Oof, don't worry, the last thing I
want is you and your dreadful

vinyl collection moving in here.

- Talking of which...
- Oh, no!

Are you ready?

- You know what, why don't you go
ahead and I'll meet you there.

- Are you sure you don't want me to
stay?

- No. I'll be all right. I'll see you
in five minutes.

What's this? A sit-in?

Is that grass dry?

Tell me.

- It weren't just my mum he was
hurting.

It was me, too.

Started when I was 11.

When Mum was out.

He called it...

a game.

But it weren't. It...

It didn't feel right.

But I didn't know how to stop him.

- Lindsay, you don't have to tell me
if you don't want to.
- He told me not to tell Mum, cos
she'd hate me.

He said she'd be jealous, because he
loved me more than her.

It's all my fault.
- It is not your fault, don't you ever
think that!

- Yeah. It is.

- It's OK.

Lindsay, it's going to be OK.

- No.

It's not.

I love this.
- You always were a rebel without a
cause.

- Well, beats being an old hippy.

You used to reek of patchouli.

- Yeah, it was white musk, actually. I
don't recall you complaining.

- Josh is going to be all right, isn't
he? Me not being in his life all that
time?

I don't want to rush him into
anything.

- You're not.

- I just feel I should make up for
lost time.

He's a great kid.

- Well, why wouldn't he be?

Look at the genes.

My brains, your good looks.

I always knew we'd have a perfect
baby.

- All credit to you. You were right.

- Do you really mean that?

You're glad that I got pregnant?

- Well, if you'd have told me at the
time I'd have probably had a heart
attack...

..but now you've...

you've given me the opportunity to be
a proper dad.

What isn't great about that?

To dodgy condoms.

- To turkey basters.

- What?

- Oh, sorry, forget it, it was just a
bad joke.

- Well, if it is, I don't get it.

- Well, like I said, it was bad,
forget it.

Erm, look, just have another glass.
- Hold on, you can't let that one go.

- Well, look, Tom, it was just a
stupid comment.

- Yeah, I know that, but what'd you
mean by it?
- Well, nothing. So...

- Why did you say it?
- Oh, look, who cares, you know?

The point is that we've got a great
kid, does it really matter how it
happened?
- Well, yeah. It does.

Until 20 seconds ago I had no idea me
that a kitchen implement was involved
in the equation!

- Don't be so crude.
- Well, you started it! What are you
saying?

- I'm saying, I wanted your child. OK?

So shoot me!

- What?

You...you stopped...

You used me.

- Look, Tom, get off your high horse.

It's not like I jumped you for sex!
You wanted it as much as I did.
- Well, I didn't want a child!

- Yeah, you don't always get what you
want in life. Think about that next
time you jump into bed with somebody!

- I've got to get out of here.
- Look,

don't go, don't make this into a big
deal, cos it isn't.
- For who exactly?!

Does he know about this?
- No, and he mustn't know.

You swear to me you won't tell him.
Imagine how it will make him feel.

- Well, you should have thought about
that 15 years ago!
- Look, don't go.

He needs a father. Don't take that
away from him.

- Oh, you've already done that all by
yourself.

- I think you need this.

- Thanks.

I just did not see that coming.

I had absolutely no idea.

- How could you?

So...what happens now?

- I call the designated officer in the
morning, I guess.

Lindsay's going to have to be
interviewed.

Oh, Chris, there's going to be a
medical examination.

As if she hasn't been through enough,
eh?

- And what abut Emily?

Was she...

- It was just Lindsay as far as I can
establish.

Oh, Chris,

Emily will be interviewed too, won't
she, just to make sure?

What that's going to do to her I do
not know. She absolutely

worshipped her dad.

When all this comes out in the
trial...
- Yeah, well, it certainly impacts on
the case.

- It does, doesn't it?

I just wish she'd felt she could talk
to me sooner, you know, or that I'd
sussed it out.

I missed all the signs.

- We all did.

- Chris, I think you should tell her.

- No way. Max is my boss, remember?

- What more do you need to know? She
doesn't trust you to do your job.

- I don't need you pushing your mother
and me together. It's not going to
happen, ever.

- Hopewell's had it.

- We are here...for the party!

- CHEERING

- Whatever you think about Max, OK, it
is serious between us.

- I thought you said it was casual.
- Well, it's not. Not any more.

- Your mother needs to tell you
something.

- Tom, please.
- He deserves to know, Georgia, so
either you tell him

or I do.

- Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd

E-mail subtitling@bbc.co.uk