All language subtitles for Waterloo.Road.S05E11.720p.iP.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-420D_track3_[eng]

- We went through the wringer last

term. This one will be different.
- We could get in professional help.

- Psychologists or something?

- Or an exorcist.
- Kim...

come on, please, forget about him.

Max Tyler's gone.

You know, we got rid of him.
- Yeah, not before he did a load of
damage though, eh?

- Let's put last year behind us in
every way, huh?

There was a lot happened that we're
not proud of.

And look at us - we're the perfect
management team.

We're going to take this school into
the future.

- It's not going to be the too distant
future for me, though, actually.

- What?

- I'm going to have to take maternity
leave.

- Right.

Is that good news?

- It's Max's.

- What's Max saying about that?

- Nothing.

He doesn't know anything about it and
he's not going to know anything about
it.

- OK.

- Morning, miss. Morning, sir.

Good day for it.
- And you are?

- Finn Sharkey. I start today.

Lucky old Waterloo Road, eh?

Lucky old me if all the teachers look
like you.

Well, not you, obviously.
- What?
- Um, Finn,

it's very nice to meet you, but just a
word of advice,

Mr Budgen doesn't take too kindly to
smart alecs,

so keep your distance till he's had
his morning brew.

- Thanks, Miss.

Sir.

- Another term, another gobby git to
break.

- Why don't you write your memoirs,
Grantly, eh?

Share your wisdom, could make you a
fortune.

- All right, girls?

- Debs?

Yeah, erm, look, I've got to ask you
to act up for me this morning,

I've got some stocktaking to do. I'll
be on my mob.

Tell everyone to keep busy.

If they're not serving, they can
always be damp-dusting.

All right. OK. Cheers, bye.

Well, just look at your face, Bianka.

Could you start behaving a little bit
more like a birthday girl?

- I've told you, I don't want to
celebrate

MY birthday with YOUR boyfriend.

- Look, you'll soon change your mind,
he's taking us out on a fantastic

treat tonight.

- Yuk!
- Bianka!

You two are so selfish, don't you want
me to have a life an' all?

- It's you that made Dad leave. You
only ever care about what you want.

- I'll come and pick you up after
school.
- Don't bother.

- D'you want to go and have a game?

- I'm not that good.
- Eh, go on, mate.

Trust me, you've got sport in your
blood.

Go on.

See you later.

- You look like you're new an' all.
- Who are you?

- The new boy. Finn.
- Finn?

What kind of a name's that?
- Irish or something.

- So, what brings you to Waterloo
Road?

- I got kicked out of my last school.

Come to think of it, the one before
that and the one before that as well.

- Right. So you're bad news, then?

- Well, I just don't like school.

- Yeah, I nearly got excluded last
year myself.

Won't be going there again.

- Hey, Ames.
- Hey, Siobhan!

Good holiday?
- Yeah.

- Is every girl in this school a babe?

- Who's that?
- His name's Finn.

He got excluded from his last school.

- Oh, great, man. What you doing?

- Oi, who said YOU could join us?

- You looked like you needed some
help, mate.

It's not only him. You couldn't
dribble through an open door. I'll
show you.

D'you want your ball back, boys?

- Oi, what's going on?
- Hey!

- Mr Mead?!
- Oh, my God!

- You're looking well-old, sir.

- You want to keep that mouth of yours
shut, Sharkey.

MUMBLING:
- How am I going to eat my breakfast
now?

- Who are you?
- Finn Sharkey.

We go back.
- You're new.

I don't recognise your name.

- My parents called and they've sorted
it out.

- No, they didn't.

Ball.

Josh, take him to my office and get
rid of that ball.

- Looks like you're looking at your
new striker, boys.

My dad wants me to be professional.

- So does mine, but that won't happen.

- I got him kicked out the first
school I taught in. He wasn't happy.

- Well, that doesn't surprise me.
- So he set fire to my car.

Except I couldn't prove it.

- What, so, you don't know that it was
definitely him?
- Oh, no. I know.

Look, Rachel, that kid, he's trouble.

If we can avoid taking him, we should.

- Surely he can't be that bad, Chris.

- Miss?
- What?
- We just wanted to make sure you were
OK?

- Of course, I'm OK.

- Lauren said she heard you arguing
with your husband last night.
- Don't talk rubbish!

- So, you were lying when you said

you heard glasses smashing, Lauren?

- Happy birthday.

- That's the last thing it is.

- What's wrong?

- Everything. I'm sorry, Denzil.

It's really nice of you to remember.

- Look.

It's magic, isn't it?

What's up with her? Is it your mum and
dad?

- She wants to see Dad, but Mum won't

have it. She says she's not allowed.

- MOBILE BEEPS

- Michael, who've you got next?

- French. Lipsett. Why?

- MOBILE BEEPS

- I don't want the bell to ring.

- I'm with you, there.
- At least it's not a home from home
for you, like it is for me now.

- Have you moved house?

- To the estate from hell.

It's full of Waterloo Road's finest
and all their charming kin(!)

I just can't stand it.
- Ruby, you want to watch your blood
pressure.

- There's nothing wrong with my blood
pressure, thank you very much.

- How's it going with Josh?

- He's a great lad.

Georgia had a rule book as long as my
arm.

Bit more chilled at mine.

- Must be loving living with you, is
he? "Daddy No-Rules".

- I hope so. Well, she's away for a
bit, so I'm determined we're going

to do more things together, spend some
quality time.

We've a lot of lost years to make up
for. Good luck!

- Thanks.

- A Life In The Day of a Teacher by
Grantly F Budgen, BA Honours.

- You've got to beat it.
- Miss, I could do it right.

- Er, Miss, how do you do it again?

- It's all in the wrist action.
- Ah, bet it is.

LAUGHTER

- Oh, shut up.

Listen to them, everybody. They're
like braying donkeys.

Right, that is it! Let's see how you
do.

- Miss, you don't do your baking at
home any more, do you?
- No.

- Yeah, cos Lauren Andrews says you
buy all your cakes from that povver
supermarket?

- And the Yorkshire puddings.
- Apparently, she buys everything from
there.

- Miss, this does 200 rotations in 10
seconds. I'm going to get one.

How much are they?
- £180.

- Maybe not, then.

- 'Every day, a new emergency, every
day, the finger-pointing

blame, blame, blame.

'A noble profession? Poppycock!

'We're glorified social workers,
expected to solve anything from family
breakdowns

'to personal hygiene problems.'

THEY SNIGGER

Oh, right, where were we?

- Sir, what are you doing?

- Something I should have done a very
long time ago, Smilie.

- Sounds like a book, sir.
- Tips on how to lose at the horses?

- Sir, is it about you?

- Shut up, the...

The lot of you.

- Any juicy bits?

- Oh, yes, there's plenty of juicy
bits, Smilie,

but it is for these ears only.

- Ugh, a Budgen novel!? You don't
think it's about sex, do you?

- Yes, I know. It was increased last
month.

It's £500, it's not 5,000.

No, you'll be awarding yourself a
humungous bonus, though, won't you?

Thank you so much for your time.

- Problems?

- It was the bank.

Is there anything you specifically
wanted, Steph?

- I'm just checking you're OK.

God, you seem so uptight.

- I'm not uptight, I'm fine.

- Of course, you are(!)

Silly me.

- BELL RINGS

- Hello, Mr Mead. Again.

Sir, there's been a bit of a mix-up,
but it turns out that I'm staying.

- Great(!)

- Great to see you looking so pleased
about it, then(!)

- OK, class. Meet Mr Sharkey.

- Hi, guys.
- I'm sure it won't take you long to
realise that he's all mouth.

Right, I've got to go and deal with
something, but there'll be

another teacher along any minute.

I want you to complete a science word
search. Can you hand them out, please,
Sam.

And you,

behave, right?

- Come on, class,

put your word searches away, we won't
be doing them cos they're boring crap.

- THEY CHUCKLE

- So, what we're going to be doing
instead is conducting an experiment

to see if glass really does break when
dropped from a height.

So...

first test.

Yup, I think we can say that's proof.

But just to make sure, can you
confirm, young man, that that is,
actually, broken glass down there?

- Yes, sir. I can.

- Just to be scientific about it.
- Finn!

You are so for it.

You're going to get yourself into
trouble.
- What do I care?

Why do you care?
- Siobhan, come and give us a hand to
clean this up.

- Will you come out with me tonight?

- Get lost.

OK. Yeah, I will.

- You can come as well if you want,
Siobhan.

What about you, Joshy boy?

- Yeah.
- I can get us a some vodka from mine,
if you want.
- Yeah, cool.

- Marvellous.

- Dad!

Ms Lipsett?
- Hm-hmm?

- I've come to take him to the
dentist. His mum forgot so she called
me

cos she's stuck at work.

- Oh, right. Have you spoken to Ms
Mason?

- Yeah, it's all fine with her. Come
on, son.

- Michael, would you sit down for a
minute, please?

I'm sorry, but I'll have to check with
the head before Michael can walk out
of my classroom.

You understand that, don't you?

- Actually, I don't. He's going to
miss his appointment at this rate.

Come on.
- Michael, sit down, please.

It'll only take me a few minutes.

I just need to make sure that
everything's as it should be. Please,
take a seat.

- I'll wait outside.

- Jayne. Yeah, is it possible I could
speak to Rachel, please. Thanks.

- Don't ask me what anything means
because it's obvious and no copying.

I want all your own work.

I will be at the back, erm, textbook
audit.

Begin.

Chapter one - Used And Abused, The
Travails Of A Long-Suffering Teacher.

- Jenny?
- Yeah?

- Can you find out for me what class
Bianka Vale's in?

- Yes, of course.
- Thank you.

Chris?

- Yeah?

- Apparently, Michael and Bianka
Vale's dad's in the school.
- What?

- He's already tried to take Michael.

- Erm, Mr Budgen.

- Mr Budgen. Thank you. Look, why
don't you contact Mrs Vale, see if
she's given him permission?
- OK.

- Actually, Chris, you know what,

phone security and let Kim know.

- Call Me Sir.

What about Trouble At T'Chalkface?

- Oh, sorry, Mr Budgen, I'm Gary,
Bianka's dad. I've come to take her to
the dentist.

Her mum forgot all about it so she
called me. She's stuck at work.

- Fine. Bianka Vale, off you go.

Told you I'd come back for you, didn't
I?

- I thought you'd forgot it was my
birthday.

- Since when has your dad ever not
taken you somewhere special for your
birthday?

Can you confirm they've got an
appointment with you this morning?

Michael and Bianka Vale.

V-A-L-E.

OK, thank you.

Mrs Vale isn't answering her phone

and he was lying about the dentist.

- So you didn't you read the memo?

There's a Prohibited Steps Order
against him.

Mr Vale isn't allowed any

unsupervised contact with Bianka

or with her brother, Michael, or
within 100 yards of Waterloo Road,
Grantly.

For God's sake.

- Rachel, Bianka didn't have a
dentist's appointment.

- So, her Dad was lying?
- Yeah.

- Chris, do you know that

he's just taken her out of Grantly's
classroom? I can't believe this.

- What, just now?
- Yes, just now.

- OK, let's just calm down and have a
think about this.

- He's not allowed to see his kids
without supervision!

That means a judge somewhere felt,
felt he's a threat to them.

Just keep trying to get hold of

Mrs Vale, this is our responsibility!

- Are you excited?

- Will I get into trouble with Ms
Mason for this, Dad?

- Don't you worry, princess.

The baddies won't stop us this time.

- Ms Mason?!
- Look, I've got all kinds of treats
lined up for you.

This is going to be the best day of
your life.

- Bianka!

- The security guard saw Rachel
pulling out of the gates.

- What? What's she playing at?

- MOBILE RINGS >

Great.

I'm calling the police.

- I'm going to try Mrs Vale again.

- There you go, princess. Some treats
for the journey.

- This window doesn't work.

- Come on!

Kim, it's me.

I'm following them, Bianka and her
dad.

Have you told the police yet?

Tell them it's a white van, it's L831
UKF.

It's on the Meadow Estate, heading
west out of town. I've got to go.

- The police seem pretty worried.

- So they should be, the guy's just
abducted his daughter.

- Yeah, it's not just "the guy",
though, is it? It's her dad.

- Look, the courts don't just slap
restraining orders on for no reason.

- Courts can be a bit anti-father.

- Yeah, so the fathers say.

The same ones that don't pay child
maintenance.
- Is everything

that black and white with you?

Mothers, good. Fathers, bad?

- Hang on, if you're trying to compare
my situation with... Mrs Vale?

Hi, it's Kim Campbell here.

Waterloo Road. Look, we're having

a bit of an emergency this morning. We
wondered if you could come in.

- Oh, for God's sake, it's dead. I've
lost the entire lot!

I can't be doing with these things.
I'm going to get myself a proper
old-fashioned typewriter.

Got your text.

- Check this out, it's brilliant.
- What's it about?

- Teachers in this school.

- BEE GEE, the narrator, that's
Budgen, isn't it?

"They stripped Bee Gee of his
departmental headship

"and put a lazy schoolboy with a third
class degree in his place.

"Such was the educational wisdom of
the time."

We shouldn't be reading this, Philip.
It's private.

"EM AR,

"the lady of the night.

"A joke amongst her professional
colleagues, has managed to hold on to
the prestigious office

"of head teacher despite a career
involving fumbling about in bed with
men she didn't know."

Why's he saying that?

- Right, well, we'll see what the
other teachers have to say

about Budgen's little novel.

Print.

- Why isn't Michael with us, Dad?

- I wanted him to be, but he couldn't
come with us.

It's a shame, isn't it? But we'll
still have fun.

- You're a mentaloid! You would have
dropped that jar.

- You must drive your mum and dad mad
getting in trouble all the time?

- Well, what can they do?

It's not that they don't nag, I just
don't listen.

- Have you finished translating the
sentences?

- No.

- So, what exactly have you been doing
all lesson?

- Well, I've been chatting, having a
laugh...

..flirting with Amy.

- Right, then, you'll do it at home
and the next exercise.

- I won't.
- And the one after that,

for your cheek.

- Miss, there's no point giving me
homework cos I just don't do it.

- I want you to leave this classroom
straightaway.

- OK.

Only if Amy comes with me, though.
- Amy's staying where she is.

- Sit down, Finn.
- I don't want him here, Amy.

- You heard her. Come on.

- Right, I'm reporting you both to Ms
Campbell.

- Good for you. Get it off your chest.
I'll help you if you want.
- Get out.

- He said it was the dentist, but I
didn't have an appointment.

- He said the same thing to Bianka.

- I want to know how my daughter was
snatched from this school!

- Absolutely. Do you want to come with
us, please?

- Mum, where's Dad taken Bianka?
- Oh, look, he's doing this to wind me
up.

I'm going to kill him, I swear to God,
I am.

- Chris.
- Yeah?

- The new boy, Finn Sharkey.
- Oh, no.
- Oh, yes. He's a problem pupil.

OK, "Upon being asked to proceed
with..."
- Not now, Steph.

- The boy should be out on his ear.

- Yeah, I'm not disagreeing, but we've
got an emergency.
- What emergency?

- Bianka Vale's dad's abducted her.

But I'll see to him later.

Trust me, I'll look forward to it.

- White van heading west in direction
of Liverpool.

Check all A and B roads.

- When you find him, chuck him in a
cell and throw away the key.

- Mrs Vale, we need you to think where
he might have taken Bianka.

- I don't know how his rotten mind
works.

'If I did, I'd never have married him
in the first place.

- 'Why did you get the order against
him, Mrs Vale?

- 'Because he kept going over his time
with the kids.'

- Only cos we wanted him to.
- Yeah, never mind turning up at the
house

every weekend, demanding to see 'em

when he knows it's every second
weekend that he gets them.

- At least he takes us places.

- He just point blank refuses to do
what the court says that he should.

- I'd rather see Dad than your new
boyfriend.

- This has got absolutely nothing to
do with Frank, Michael.

This is to do with your dad being a
selfish bully.

He's just trying to make my life a
misery.

- This is where I've been living for
the last month.
- Really? Why?

- Gives me time to think, away from
prying eyes.

- But you don't live here full-time?

- Look, don't you bother about me.
This is your birthday and we're here
to celebrate.

- Dad, on our own?

- Mikey was supposed to be here too.

I got it all decked out nice for both
of you. Come on, let's take a look.

Sam, Bianka's been kidnapped by her
dad.
- What?

- That's what they're all saying.
- Well, he's banned, isn't he?

- Sam, what will happen to Bianka?

- It's all right, Denzil. Go get
yourself a sausage roll.

- Are you all right, Den?

What's up with him?
- Bianka's dad's taken her.

- There you go.
- It's lovely, Dad.

- Check this fridge out over here.

Any one you like. And then, get
yourself a big slice of that birthday
cake.

- Who's that?
- You stay there.

- Hello.
- May I help you?

- Mr Vale.
- Ms Mason?!
- Hi, Bianka,

I'm Bianka's head teacher and I just
wanted to check that she's OK.

- Well, now you've checked.

Bianka's fine. Thanks.
- Mr Vale, you shouldn't have taken
her.

- Miss, it's my birthday. Dad was just
giving me a surprise.

- OK. But your dad also knows that we
need to tell people where you are.

The police have been informed, Mr
Vale. You're in violation of your
contact agreement.

- Please, miss, don't get him in

trouble. We want to see each other.

The police can't keep him away from
us.

- You know a father shouldn't be
banned from seeing his own flesh and
blood.

Isn't that right, Ms Mason?
- I don't make the law, Mr Vale.

- No, you don't make the law.

It wasn't her who got us separated,
was it?

That was your mum.

- Look, why don't I call your mum,

tell her where you are.

She might be perfectly happy if she
can supervise.

- Mum'll just spoil things, won't she?

Make Dad angry, like she always does.

- Go and settle down in your bunk,
Bee. Go on, you've got your own TV in
there.

I just want to say cheerio to Ms
Mason.

- Oh, my God. Well, he came for
Michael, this morning.
- I know.

- Thank God that I checked.

- Seems Bianka wasn't so lucky.

- Oh, come on, Tom. 650 kids in this
school. We can't be expected to
remember every domestic barney.

- Here, here.

Sounds like more than a domestic.

What's going on in this bloke's mind?

- You wouldn't believe this.

Some thieving toerag's gone and stolen
my best food mixer.

Hello? Thief in the school.

- A child's been abducted, Ruby.

Bianka Vale,

by her own father.

- Oh.

- This isn't helping anyone, Mr Vale.

Gary. It's time to stop.

- Have you got a husband?
- No.

- I didn't think so.

All that yakking you do.

- I do understand

how frustrating this is for you.

But you must realise it's not the way
to do things.

- I know what's best for my family.
She's my daughter.

I'll do what I want with her.
- But you can't keep dragging it out.

The police are looking for us.

The best thing we can do now is take
her back to school.

- Back to her mum, you mean? I don't
think so.

Bianka's seen the last of her.

- What do you mean?

- She'll live the rest of her life
regretting the day she ever turned her
back on me.

She'll learn that she can't just
replace me.

Now, why don't you get back in your
car and drive off.

- Because I am not leaving without
her, Mr Vale.

- Dad?

- Go back inside, have more cake. It's
your favourite.

Ms Mason's just leaving.
- Stay, Bianka.

- That cake is a birthday treat. Now,
you've ruined it.

You've ruined my daughter's special
day.
- She hasn't, Dad.

Come on, let's go back inside. We can
have a party, still.

Leave, Ms Mason.

Miss, you're getting him angry.

- You know what, if you're so intent
on having a birthday party, why don't
you invite me? Hmm?

- We'll be fine. I think you should
go.

- I fancy a cup of tea and a piece of
cake.

I don't think it's going to be a
problem. Show me what you've got. Come
on.

- We're checking with his family and
friends.
- Friends?!

He doesn't have any friends. All he's
got is his precious maggots.

Ugh, he's a maggot himself.

- He goes fishing?
- Yeah, that's all he does since his
plumbing business went down the pan.

- Whereabouts does he go fishing?

- In the sea? By a river?

I don't know.
- A lake. We go

together. He took me a few weeks ago.

- Yeah?

Can you remember where? What lake?

- No, I don't think so.

- Can I have another little bit,
Bianka?
- If you want.

- As your dad says, it's delicious.

- Here, let me.

Then maybe, after, you can leave us in
peace.

- Right.

Bianka, why don't you show me what
presents you got.

Let's have a look.

- Haven't you got a school to run or
something?

- Miss, I think you should go now,
I'll come into school tomorrow

and I'll work extra, extra hard.

- Yeah, you heard her.

Look, Ms Mason,

I know that I flouted the rules a
little bit, but just give us today

and tomorrow, I'll drive her back into
school and I'll sort it all out with
her mum, OK?

He's got a caravan he uses to make
tea. He said it was his hideaway.

- Hideaway? From what?

- Don't know. My mum?

He was saying a lot of bad things
about her, especially last time.

I didn't like it, but he wouldn't
stop.

- What was different last time?

Did he say anything that seemed odd?

- Just the normal stuff about Mum,
that she needed to lose something,
like he had.

He said it a lot.

- I do understand how you two want to
spend the day together, it being

your birthday and everything.

Why don't I stay for another hour,
then I drive her back,

as a compromise?

- No.

She's staying with me.

- Dad, I don't want mum having a go at
me. We're going out tonight.

- I bet he's coming along as well,
isn't he?

No, you're staying here

and your mum won't say a word about
it.

- Gary, you mustn't drag your kids
into the troubles you have with your
wife.

It's not fair on them.

- Don't worry, it's Joely who's going
to suffer.

- Dad, what are you talking about?

- Nothing for you to worry about,
princess, nothing at all.

- So, are you going out with anyone at
the moment, then?

- Not really. You?
- What are you two chatting about?

Get on with your work.

- I don't find it interesting, sir.
- Give me one good reason

why I shouldn't send you to the
cooler?

- I don't know where it is. You'd have
to take me,

you've got a class to teach. Maybe you
should go, sir, for being so boring?

- Finn, shut it. It's my dad.

- Him?! Bad luck, mate.

- This is your one and final warning,
sunshine. Have you got that?

I said, have you got that?

- He's got it, all right?

- Loud and clear, sir.

- Get on with your work.

- You all right there, Ruby?
- Ooh, yeah.

Weighs a ton.

- What are you doing, judging a
pie-baking contest?
- No.

Er, I've got marking for the weekend,
bit of a backlog

cos I can't concentrate at home.

Not with those mad chavs and that
woman next door, did I tell you about
her in her boudoir?

"Oh! Oh!" Anyway, listen, don't tell
Rachel.

- We should show you Waterloo Road

properly, sometime, Gary.

Show you all the great work that
Bianka's done last term.

- My children mean everything to me.

- Well, they're doing so well at
school. They're an absolute pleasure
to teach.

- That's because they've been taught
manners, by me.

- I can just see you at your
graduation ceremony.

- You think she'll get to university?

- Without a doubt. Absolutely.

She's got a great future ahead

of her in whatever she decides to do.

- I've always told them they can
achieve anything if they put their
minds to it.

- Mmm, you've been as good your word.

Gary...

..why don't we take her back?

Why don't we? And I'm sure we can work
something out for you?

- Maybe we should, Dad?

- And spoil this special party?!

- I didn't mean that.

- You know, why would you bring her
here for a special party

in the middle of nowhere,

no family or friends? Why are you

doing that, Gary?
- We've had enough from you. GET OUT!
- Stop it!

- Just think about it.
- Just get out!

- I want to go home.
- Back inside, princess.

Go on.

- D'you fancy coming round to mine
tonight, mate, play a bit of pool?

- Don't know, mate.
- Why?

If you're worried about him, don't be.
He likes me.

What about you two, girls?

- Amy's coming to mine for her tea
tonight.

- Easy. You say you're going to hers.
You do the same.

They won't have vodka and pool at
Siobhan's now, will they?

- OK, we're at the Helmsley Forest.

Yeah, we're down by the lake, and it's
like a white caravan there.

Get the police down here now, Kim, cos
I've got to go back.

- Are you mad?
- Kim, I've got to go back. I'm
terrified that girl's in danger.

- No, Rachel, just wait until the
police get there.

Erm, she's at the caravan.

Helmsley Forest. By the lake.

- By the lake.
- She thinks he might turn violent.

- Oh, don't be daft.

He's never touched a hair on her head.
I'm sorry, I don't believe this.

- She's going to go back in there,
she's going to make sure that

Bianka's all right.
- I want to come.

- We wouldn't advise that, Mrs Vale.

- Either you take me with you, or I
will drive myself. Come on, you. Get
your stuff.

- We'll keep you posted.

- This is the worst birthday I've ever
had.

- Shush, love. Just calm down, will
you?

- Bianka, get out!
- Eh!
- Run!

- DAD!

- What is he doing?

Why would he hurt his own child?

- Because he hates his wife.

Bullies, control freaks, look
completely normal on the outside,
but...

Remind you of anyone?

I am not going to let him within

a million miles of my baby,

I tell you.

- Eh, come on, Kim. Look, we've got to
keep it together, yeah?

- Yeah.

D'you know what? I am going to kill
Grantly Budgen.

- What's this?

'Hysteria, one could argue, comes with
the territory.

'Most teachers learn to keep a lid on
it. Not so our queen of so-called food
technology.

'Seldom, in the history of Trafalgar
Street, has there been a teacher

'whom one would dearly wish to turn on
a garden hose at full power.'

- Who's sent you that?
- I don't know. But we've all got one.
- Have we?

- Is that supposed to be funny?

- Oh, spare yourself, dear lady.

There is clearly a poison pen on the
premises.

Please, erase all memory of it and
allow me to pursue the perp.

- Ever the gentleman, eh, Grantly? Do
you know something?

You are a sad, pathetic little man,
clearly in need of psychiatric help.

- Grantly.

- Do you know that Rachel's putting
her life in danger right now

because of your laziness and
incompetence?
- What, pardon?

- That man that you let skip off with
Bianka this morning from your
classroom?

Now he's threatening to hurt his
daughter.

If anything happens to either of them,
Grantly...

- OK, Kim. Come on, you've made your
point.

Kim, I'm sorry.
- You're sorry?!

No, no, Grantly, sorry is not good
enough.

Because it's going to happen again

because you don't care, and you so
have to care in this job.

- Look, Kim, if you want to be angry
at someone, try Rachel.

Sometimes, you call the police and let
them get on with it.

- What, you honestly expect her to
just walk away from a child?

- She's got responsibilities to the
entire school. Not just one kid.

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

Yeah.

They've located the caravan.

- We have to go careful here.

- HISS OF GAS ESCAPING

I'm sorry, princess.

SHE COUGHS

- Gary Vale! Are you in there?

- Mr Vale?
- Bianka!

- Mum!
- Bianka!
- Mum! Mum!

- This is the police.
- Bianka!

- Mrs Vale! Mrs Vale, come back!

- Gary! I am going to flaming kill
you!

- Make him stop, please. Make him
stop.

- Gary! Get off! Gary!
- Mr Vale!

Can you come out and talk to us!

- Go away!

- Stop it, you're scaring me.
- We're going nowhere and you're going
to jail.

- I asked you to leave. Now, go away,
I told you, I told you a dozen times!

- Dad!

- Mr Vale!
- But did you listen? NO!
- Mr Vale!

Can you come out and talk to us!

- Tell them what you're doing, please.

- Come on, Gary, just let her go,
she's your daughter. Please!

- This is all down to you.

- DAD!

- Bianka!

Bianka! BIANKA!

Are you all right? Are you OK?

Are you all right? Are you OK?

- It's over.

Rachel's OK.

- Thank God.

What about Bianka?
- Fine.

- I'll go and let everyone know.
- Her dad's dead.

He tried to kill them all.

- THEY SPEAK INAUDIBLY

- Thanks.

Thank you.

Come here. It's all right.

- Excuse us, guys. Thanks.

- They're going to keep her in
hospital overnight for shock.

- Right. OK guys. Everyone home now.
Safe and sound, yeah? Come on.

- Kim, it was so close.

Actually, do you mind if you give
me...
- No, go.

- Is that all right?
- Go, go.

Just... Just give her a minute.

- Night-night, girls.
- Bye. See you.

- I just got to go now anyway...

to get some more marking. God help me.
Night, everyone.

- Bonkers.

- Oh, no.
- What's the matter?
- My purse has gone.

- Your purse?
- It was there in my bag when I went
to the loo.

I'm telling you, Steph, I'm sure it
was just there in my bag.

- Thanks for the tour.
- Wouldn't want you getting lost.

Who knows? Might end up in trouble.

- Good as gold, me, Miss Porter.
- That why they kicked you out of
Forest Hill?

- No. That's because they just
couldn't handle my enthusiasm

for bunking off lessons.

Couldn't be bothered going in.

Getting expelled was the first time I
met my form tutor.

- Wicked!
- I thought you said you had to move
forms cos your tutor fancied you.

- Without even meeting you?!

Wow, impressive(!)
- No, that was a different school,
Ames.

Never last more than a term, anywhere,
me.

But, judging by the warm welcome I've
had today, I think it might

be time to start settling down.

- Lucky us(!)
- Who are you?

The fun police?!

Ruby.
- Ooh.

I'm...very busy, Steph.

- You've got Jo's purse, haven't you?

- Oh. Erm. No. I don't know what
you're talking ab...

- Oh, Ruby, I know you nicked it.

If I looked in the boot of your car,
there'd be more than marking in your
big bag.

Just go back and help Jo "find" her
flaming purse, will you?

After that, you and I are going to go
for a little drink.

Go on.

Ruby.

- Hey, you.
- Oh, hello, sir.
- A word.

- Just any old word, or...?
- Shift it, you lot.

Ms Haydock says you've been up to your
old tricks.

- Any specific trick? Cos I've got a
few, you see.

- Right, you listen to me.

You take this as your first warning.

If I have to give you another one,
I'll make sure you're thrown out of
this school as well,

which means you'll have to abandon
your little fan club over there. Are
we clear?

- What did he say?

- Have to behave myself.

Fat chance. Any hassle off him, my
dad'll bop him.

Come on, then.

Let's have ourselves a party.

- We told you.

We're not coming.

Amy?

- See you tomorrow, guys.

- Sorry, mate. I promised my dad I'd
go footie.

- Oh, it's OK. I've got a few mates

from my old school coming over anyway,
so see you tomorrow.

Erm...that's what you're looking for.
- Yeah, that's mine.

- I was just about to hand that into
the office and Steph said.

- Thank you, Ruby. I mean,

I really can't understand what
happened, but thank you.

I'm sorry about your equipment being
stolen today.

- Oh, yeah.

- Ruby found it.

- Did she?

Great.

That drink?
- Yeah. Bye, Jo.

- Night, Ruby. Thank you.

- You just don't know how hellish my
life is right now.

Even my John, he's gone to pieces
because of all the debt he's put us
in. I can't stand it.

You know, my wages, they are spent
even before I've earned them.

I don't know how I'm expected to cope.

- Why don't you stop being daft and go
to the doctor?

- Because I don't believe in pills.

- Well, you should, if only for the
sake of the rest of us.

- If anything, it's John that should
be medicated, not me.

- He should go as well.

Listen.

After Maxine died, I eventually went
to the doctor's

and got some sleeping tablets and,
honestly, it was the best

night's sleep I'd had in months...

helped, I must admit, by a few of
these.

I'm going to get us another one.

- Steph? Steph?

I really appreciate, you know, you not
telling Rachel.

- Well, it's not worth anything, is
it, unless you get yourself sorted?

- KNOCKING

Right. No matter what you say, you
need a drink.

Red wine is required.

- Yeah, you might be right there.

- And you also need a lecture about
how important you are to this school.

- Chris, please, don't...
- Never take risks like that again,
yeah?

There. I've said it.

- How did he get in here?

- If you're determined enough, you'll
get in.

We can't wrap the school in barbed
wire.

- As of next week,

we've just got to focus our efforts.

We've got to put our pupils' emotional
health right at the top of the agenda.

Yeah?

- 'Finn, it's Mum. I'm going to be
away for the rest of the week, I'm
afraid.

'It can't be helped.

'The case is dragging out.

'There should be something to eat in
the fridge for you.

'I've transferred more cash into the
food account,

'but call Dad if you need any extra.

'He's back at the weekend.

'That's all, really. Take care.

'Lots of love.

'I'll see you soon.

'Bye-bye.'

What are you doing here?

- School trip.

- I wrote to cancel the trip.

- Teaching's like riding a bike -

once you know how, you never forget.
- Steph. I am in big trouble.

I haven't ordered ingredients for
weeks and I haven't marked their
homework.

- Write down everything that bugs you
about his place.

- Including teachers?

- Especially the teachers.

- Miss Campbell's mentoring scheme has
made every teacher a laughing stock.

- From now on, you stay away from that
lad.
- No way.

- He's trouble.
- He's my best mate.

- Not any more, he isn't.
- Don't

panic them. Let me deal with this.

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