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- Not coming back to bed?
- I wish.

- I'm surprised you've got a
boyfriend.
- Shut up!

- Why didn't you come home this
morning?
- Cos I didn't want to.

- It's not about what you want, is it?

- Why didn't you tell me?
- You didn't ask.

- You are suspended for violent
conduct.

- We need to tell her what's gone on.

- Erm, no, we don't need to do
anything.

- Come on, you're coming with me.
- No, just don't tell her!

- I lost someone before. it was my
eldest daughter, Bex.

Bex? Is that you?

- PHONE GOES DEAD

- If you want a lift, you've got to
come now.

- I haven't brushed my teeth yet.

- SHE KNOCKS ON DOOR

- Jess, get out of there.

- It's not me, it's Dad. He's been in
there for ages.

- Can't a man sit down for two
minutes?

- More like 20.

- MOBILE PHONE RINGS

- I can't be late, I'm in an
attendance drive.

- I can phone the agency if you think
it's going to be awkward.

- You're only there for a couple of
days. It's not like we'll be hanging
out together.

I have got so much work on it's
unbelievable.

- It suits you, you know, going back
to work.

- Yeah. It feels right. And Chris is
great.

He's a real safe pair of hands.

- I'm pretty sure you've already told
us that a hundred times.

- Er, thank you, Jess.

Harry, did I leave my phone in there,

mate?
- I'll just be a minute.

- HE KNOCKS ON DOOR

Harry, have you got my mobile?

Harry?

- I'm coming, hold on.
- Open up, will you!

Come on. You're going to be late.

- Sambuca!

- Morning, Tom.

- Morning.

- Hey, watch it!

- Hey, think on. That'll be like one
of ours is like in 15 years.
- Not with our gene pool.

They'll be little angels.
- They?!

Let's just see if we can get one on
the go first!
- Sooner the better.

I don't know how much longer I can
wear these boxer shorts for.

I know they're supposed to keep
everything cool down there but they
don't half chaff.

- Listen, better get good results in
the clinic.

It's 2.30, all right? See you there.

- Right, you two, have a good one.

Loving you too.

Go on, make some new friends.

What's up?
- Harry?

- I've got to go.

- Don't worry, I'll check him out
later.
- Come on, then.

I'll show you my domain.

- Jess!

Do you think Mum and Dad are all
right?

Like... they're happy together?

- What, you mean apart from still
reeling from the shock they spawned a
loser like you?

- Cover me, will you?

- What are you doing here?

You're not supposed to be back till
next week.

- Well, I got bored.
- What are you going

to do? Hide behind us all day?

- What, So you're not even going to
help me?

- I'll text you.

Or, in fact, you can text me.

- If you're trying to stick something
on my back it's been done.
- Just keep walking.

What've you got today?
- Pink Fingers.
- Oh, I'll have two packets.

Mrs Fisher loves a fancy biscuit.
- Nice one.

- Hiya.
- I'll see you after break, yeah?

- All right, see you later.

- Come here.

- What, am I not allowed to speak to
you any more?
- I'm at school. You can't do this.

- Answer my texts and I won't need to.

Chris, it is not a big deal.

- It's Mr Mead, and it's a huge deal!

- You know what, we've got something,
OK,

and I'm not going to let it just go
away because

you're scared of my mum.

- All I'm asking is that you don't
make this any more difficult than it
already is. We made a mistake.

Let's move on.

I don't want to hurt you, but that is
the reality.

I know that you've been through the
mill.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Nothing.

- No, tell me.

- Your mum told me about your sister.
- What? She told you that?

- The point is me and you is never
going to happen and that's not because
I'm scared of your mum.

I think that she's amazing, everything
that she's been through.
- Oh, yeah, she's a real saint(!)

You know what? You have not got the
first clue what she's really like, OK?

Not the first clue.
- Chris?

- Yeah.
- Is she annoying you?

- Um. No, no, we were...
- We were just talking about
chemistry, weren't we, sir?

- Maybe save it for class. Can I
borrow you for a minute?

- Yeah.
- Can you sort your skirt out?

Charlie, I'd like you to meet the
other most important man in my life.

This is Christopher Mead, my deputy
head.

This is Charlie Fisher, my husband.
- Hi.

- Hiya. Nice to meet you.

- Sorry about this. You can't turn

in the corridor at the moment without
bumping into one of our family.

- Oh, no, it's fine. I don't mind.

I think you're all...

great, obviously.

Before I forget,

yesterday's attendance stats. We're
still up 20% on last week.

I think maybe we should make this
out-of-school pass system permanent.

- Listen, I'll grab a coffee, I'll let
you get in with it, all right.

- Nice bloke.

- There's a bit of a screw-up at the
supply teacher shop.

Is it a problem?
- No, no. Course not.

- I think he's just a bit worried
about staff room gossip.

People thinking I'm sneaking him in
through the back door.

- He's only here for a couple of days.
Doubt anyone will put two and two
together.

- Ah, she didn't waste much time
getting his feet under the table.

- I don't think he's brought his own
mug, you know.

- Hot off the press. New rota for
lunch time duty.

- Oh, thank you, Ruth Kirby.
- It's all well and good mounting a
guard on the front gate,

but the least Karen could do is
provide thermal underwear.

Because my thighs were completely
mottled after doing that stint on
Tuesday.
- Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, Ruby.

I don't need that image in my head.
- It's not funny.

Anyway, as long as I'm not doing lunch
time.

I'd planned on bunking off period
four, I've got a doctor's appointment.

- Make sure you've got a note from
your mummy.

- Hey.

- Lunch time.

- KNOCK ON DOOR

- Come in.

- You wanted to see me?
- How are you doing?

- I'm fine,

but I need to get back to class.

- No. I need you to come in and stand
there and listen to me.

You do know what you put your parents
through last week, don't

you?
- It's OK, I get it.

- Well, in case you didn't there's a
new system in operation.

You can't get through those front
gates any more without a signed pass.

I've been talking to your teachers
about you.

You're doing really well in all your
GCSE subjects.

- They're not difficult.
- Mmm.

So how do you feel about moving up to
A-Level Maths and English then?

- Really?
- Mmm.

New timetable.

- Finally I might get an education.
- Ruth!

There's more to being smart than just
knowing the facts, you know.

Any problems, you come and see me.

- It's the dentist. I'll only be half
an hour!
- You need Mrs Fisher's signature to
get out the gate.

- Well, fine, I'll go out another way.

- If you're caught, on your own head
be it.

- This is ridiculous!
- Well, don't take it out on me.

I don't make the rules.

- Do you know you get fined if you
don't turn up for a dental
appointment?

I know Mrs Fisher's your mum, but she
don't half make it difficult.

- Tell me about it.
- I think she's sound.

- Yeah, well you would.

Here, give me that.

- What you doing?

- Get out of jail free card.

Mum's signature.

- Sorry, sir. Can I have one of them
slips too?

I've got the doctor's later.

- Quietly, please.

- Check this.
- What is it?
- Gold dust.

- Er, Sambuca! What are you doing
here?

- I was bored out of my skull at home.

- The last time I checked being
excluded wasn't supposed to be a
barrel of laughs.

- Fisher was bang out of order, even
you know that.

Can you not just talk to her

and tell her to let me back in early?

- Er... kindergarten's that way.

- This is my class, actually.
- Oh, is it "actually"?

- Come and sit here.

- Don't know who they think they are.
- Older than you for a start.

You should think about keeping your
mouth shut.

- Put your mum's signature on that for
us?

- And I'd do that because?

- I've got the doctor's later. I'd ask
my mum for a note but it's an
embarrassing illness.

Itching, down below.

I'll pay you! A fiver.

Or are you worried you'll get in
trouble with Mummy?

- Tell anyone about this and you're
dead meat, all right?
- Absolutely.

Nice one.

All right if I go and photocopy my
coursework?
- Yeah. Two minutes though, eh?

DISTANT:
- Look, I know you're hot on
exclusion.

- Hey, hang on. I don't wake up in the
morning plotting who I can suspend
before home time.

I want Waterloo Road to be a place
where kids actually want to be.

- And it already is. Well, for Sam
anyway. I'm just not sure that

exclusion works for kids like her.

All it does is push her further out of
a system that we've been fighting

bloody hard to get her into.

Plus it doesn't get to the root of why
she's lashed out in the first place.

- We can sort that out when she comes
back.

- If she comes back. Kids like Sam
have a habit of slipping through the
cracks.

I don't see Ruth Kirby stopping at
home.

- You think I've been unfair?

- I think Sam's a good kid.

And that she's learnt her lesson,

and by keeping her off school any
longer

you'll lose more than you've gained by
suspending her in the first place.
- OK.

You know her better than I do.

Bring her in.

Mmm, why do I feel daggers in the back
of my head?

- I like Sam, but rules are rules.

- Absolutely. But it takes a lot for a
member of staff to come

in and defend a kid like that.

I'm happy to go with Tom's instinct on
this one.

Sambuca, here's the deal.

You can come back.
- Today?

- On one condition.

- Anything.
- You're on trial.

You put a foot wrong and you're on to
the next stage.

- What would you count as a foot?

- The way to crack a code is to look
at letter frequency.

The most common letter in the English
language, the letter E.

It's so common in fact it's
practically impossible not to use it
in any sentence.

Right, let's try something.

Ruth, can you ask Ronan here a
question which does not contain the
letter E.
- Easy.

What was your first... jigsaw?

- THEY LAUGH

- Jigsaw! Oooh, bet you still do them,
don't you?

- Just before her bedtime milkies.

- Right, thank you, everyone, that's
enough. Ronan?

- My first jigsaw had a pink pony on
it.

- Oh, just like the pink cuddly pony
you cuddle at bedtime.

- THEY LAUGH

Enough! Thank you, Ruth and Ronan.

All right, then. Let's see how

clever the rest of you are, shall we?

Put a code in your book.

Ah, check this, it looks like a proper
mag.

- Hey, sir. Could we publish this for
real?

- I think there's enough toilet paper
in the world, Amy.

- Sam's rejoining the class this
morning.

- Oh, er..

- Get on, Sam.
- What's she doing?

- They look like they're having a lot
of fun.
- Media module. They're making a
magazine.

- Yeah, it's brilliant, Miss, check it
out.
- Oh, I will, thank you.

- Mrs Fisher's let me back in.
- Oh. What she do that for?

- I don't know. Said that I'd learned
my lesson or something.

What are you doing, then?
- Horoscopes.

- Do you want any help?
- No, I think we've got it sorted,
thanks.

- What are you doing?

- Problem page.

- Oh, brilliant, a pupil survey.

- Yep, 90% of Waterloo Road pupils
think the bogs stink and the lunches
are rank.

- Very much a work in progress.
- There's

no harm in airing grievances. How else
are we going to address them?

Well, I must say I'm very impressed.

You've totally engaged the pupils
here.

- Oh, thank you.

We were just discussing whether to
publish it for real.

- Well, why not? You seem to be almost
there.

Let's get it out by lunch time.

- Lunch time's not good for me.

- Oh, that's a shame,

because I always like to reward
teachers that go that extra mile.

- Lunch time it is.
- Well, I'll look forward to the first
edition.

- Don't worry about it, sir. It's
sorted.

- BELL RINGS

- Hey, look where you're going.
- Sorry.
- Harry? Everything OK?

- Yeah.

Thanks, Miss.

It wasn't personal, that, you know, me
not sticking up for Sam.

- Not your fault. You have to toe the
party line.

- Yeah, but I happen to think it's the
right line.

- Oh, come on, you know Sam.

- This isn't about one kid.

It's about turning this place around.

- You know what, we were doing
perfectly well before Karen Fisher
rolled up

with her exclusion policies and her
three strike rules,

and passes to get out the gates.

- She's got attendance up 20% in a
week.
- Yeah, because she

excluded all the skivers!

One way to improve your stats for the
LEA.
- You've got her wrong, Tom.

- Do you know what, mate?

I really hope I have.

- You coming outside, then?

- Erm, no, I'm just going to get a
drink then I've got some more

work to do on this magazine.

I'll see you period three, yeah?

- Look, how long you going to keep
this up, Lauren? I said I was sorry.

- It was crap, Sam, a whole summer of
crap.

- And... I really missed you.

- You coming?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Heya.
- Sorry. Busy. Mrs Fisher?

I've called the LEA about the truancy
sweep in town.

They've stopped a couple of our kids
but they both had passes.

- Well, so far so good. Thanks for
keeping tabs.

- Well, it's nice to know this new
system's working.

- And it's nice to see you firing on
all cylinders, Christopher.

- Well, I aim to please.

- You know, she's pretty cool for a
headmistress.

- Yeah, I mean asking us to publish
our magazine for the whole school

is pretty good.

- Ooh, it doesn't take much to please
you lot, does it?

- What's your problem?

- What's this magazine you're talking
about?

- Media project. What's it to you?
- Well, what if I want to write
something for it?

- Sorry, too late. You'd have to have
it in by lunch time.

- I can do that.
- No, ta.

- All right, well you'll want it when
you read it. Excuse me, ta.

- What IS her problem?

- No idea. Come on.

- # I'm so human
- Yeah, yeah

- # It's OK

- Yeah, yeah

- # For me to feel this way

- # Yeah, yeah

- # I'm still human

- Yeah, yeah

- # It's OK

- Yeah, yeah

- # For me to feel this way
- Yeah, yeah... #

- Are you all right?
- Yeah. Fine.

- So this is where the cool kids hang
out, is it?

- Can I meet you lunch time?

- What? Today?
- Yeah. Thought we could meet up or
something.

- I know it's hard making new friends
in a new school but you won't do it

standing around here, will you?

You need to get out there, son.

- Yeah, I know, but please, lunch
time.
- I can't. Not today.

And even if I could, I wouldn't be
doing you any favours now, would I?

- Y'all right, Harry, mate? We're
going for a kick around if you fancy
it?

- There you go. I'll leave you to it.

- So what do you say?
- You serious?
- Yeah, but we've lost our ball.

So we were seeing if we could kick you
around for a bit.
- Leave him alone, Finn.

PHONE RINGS

- Hello, Cesca Montoya. Who's calling
please?

- Fiver. Got Fisher's signature on and
everything. Gets you out the gates no
problems.

Usual?
- I need a pass to get me out the
school gates.

- What are you on about?
- You're selling them?

- No. Just biscuits today.

- I won't tell my mum, please.
- Honestly, I don't know what

you're talking about. Sorry, mate.

- No, don't go, please, no.

No, come back.

- Are you OK? What's going on?

- Get me a pass off him. I need to get
out of here.

- Can you not just go get it yourself?

- My mum's the head teacher of the
school. What part of that equation's

going to make him sell me one?

I need to be somewhere. Please, it's
dead important.

- OK, look, I want to help you and I
really do, but you are going to have

to tell me what's going on.

- Settling in all right?

- Well, you know, another day, another
school. I'm used to it.

- Well, not quite the same though, is
it?
- Because of Karen?

- Well, it can't be easy.

- Why? Because someone might think
she's trying to sneak me into a
permanent post?
- I didn't say that.

- Hey, I've been in enough staff rooms
to know how it works. Let me guess.

They're all wondering how come a head
teacher ended up being married to a
part-timer?

- Well, when you put it like that.

- Well, it's a no-brainer really.
Karen got her first headship when the
kids were still young.

We decided I'd stay home for a bit. A
bit became a bit longer,

and before you know it, ten years
later, here I am.

I might have thought of management
myself at some stage but, you know,

I don't think there's room for another
player in a family.

- Fair dos.
- Besides, she makes

a much better head than I ever would.

Give her time, she'll prove that to
you. Over and over.

- Tom Clarkson, by the way.
- Charlie, Charlie Fisher.

- Charlie, you're in my seat.

- And maybe you're wrong.
- I'm not.

I heard him on the phone days ago. I
knew then, I just couldn't prove it.

And then this morning, I read his
texts. They're all from her.

And I liked her. And she's been at it
all this time.

- Just because they're doing it
doesn't mean they're going to get
married!

- Have you seen her? How's he going to
choose Mum over her?
- Maybe it's not that bad.

- They can't split up. It's bad enough
as it is!

- How'd you mean?
- They're meeting this lunchtime.

I've got to go there and stop it.

- Oh, yeah, that'll work(!) Why do you
not just tell your mum?

- How can I? She'll throw herself off
a bridge.

I've just got to stop it.

- So get a photo, of the two of them.

- And what good's that going to do?

- Well, you could show it to your dad,
say that he's got to stop seeing Miss
otherwise you're going to tell.

- Blackmail him?

- Well, he's the one playing hide the
salami.

So I'll get you the pass and you need
to get going.

- No, wait.

Come with me.
- I can't.

I only got let back into school this
morning.
- Please. It's important, and if I
muck up...

- Honestly, I cannot get caught
skiving.

- You won't! You'll be safe, you'll
have a pass. Please, come with me.

Straight to the cooler all of you!

Truancy sweep, yeah, what have we got?

- The usual suspects hanging round the
shopping centre, plus a couple of
extras.

- Hang on, half this lot were at
registration this morning.

They can't have got out since without
a pass.

- Ask me, someone's been busy with the
photocopier.

- Don't think about asking me for a
pass cos I haven't got one!

- We're going to sort it, all right?

It's OK.

They're in there, Mrs Fisher. I think
it was Ronan Burley that gave them the
passes.
- Right. Thanks, Janeece.

OK, maybe you can help me out here.

You all clearly had the most important
thing to do this morning.

Otherwise I can't think why on earth
you would have skipped class,

thus jeopardising your exam prospects,

your career options, and ultimately
your future personal happiness.

It must have been something very
exciting. You paid five pounds for the
privilege.

Janeece, can you shed any light on
this?

- Yeah, that lot went to the chippie,
and they all went to the park.

- Two weeks lunchtime detention.

- What?! Two weeks?!

- We will try and find out why you
have

such low opinions of yourselves and
your career prospects.

Thank you so much.

- No suspensions?

- All right?
- How's the register going?

- It's happening. I'll talk to this
lot and find out who sold them the
passes, yeah?

- I know that, it's Ronan Burley.

- I'll pull him in.
- No, let him stew.

Let's find out how big this is.

- In scene three, why do you think
Shakespeare's intro...

- Can you take a register now please,
Mr Clarkson?

- Vicki McDonald.

- Sir.

What are they taking the register for?

- Harry Fisher.

Ted Hill.
- Yes, sir.

- Sambuca Kelly.

Sambuca Kelly.

- Only half a dozen unaccounted for
now.
- Well, it could be worse.

- Actually, Karen, I'm not so sure
about that.

The kids that have used the dodgy
passes, your Harry's one of them.

The security guard saw them going out
the front door about 20 minutes ago.

Don't worry, he's not on his own. He's
with Sam Kelly.

If he's with her, he won't come to any
harm.
- He will when I get my hands on him.

- BELL RINGS

- On my desk on Tuesday, please, no
excuses.

- I just found out that Sambuca
Kelly's skipped out of school this
morning with my son.

- Well, that can't be right.

- They used forged passes to get out
of the school gates. Good kid(!)

- She is... usually.

- I've yet to see it.

I put my trust in you this morning,
Tom.

Looks like you blew it.

- Sam, where the hell are you?

Call me as soon as you get this.

Apart from screwing up big time,
you've completely landed me in it.

- What kind of place is this to meet
your fancy bit?
- This isn't funny!

- I never said it was.

Quick, hide.

- Are we on the last lap yet?
- Well, we've still got spaces to
fill.

- Well, I don't know, can't you make
the font bigger or something?
- It's enormous already. Look.

- Print it as it is. Short but sweet.

- Sounds to me like you need some new
material.

- What's this?

- The truth.

- But it's about Mrs Fisher.
- Yeah, but she's totally OK with it.

She wants people to know the real her.
It's kind of a fresh start.

- Well, we do need an extra page.

- Where are you off to?
- I'll be back in two minutes.

I'm going to see a man about a dog.
- What kind, a greyhound?

- What if she doesn't show?
- Then I've got it wrong.

Maybe I have got it wrong anyway.

- Then why are they texting each
other?
- Maybe it's teacher stuff.

That's what they do, text each other
about school to arrange meetings.

- In graveyards?

She's here.

- Did anyone see you?
- I don't think so.

- Look, I'm really sorry about this.

- This has to stop, Charlie.
- I know.

Come on, let's take a walk.

- Where's your phone?
- I don't know. I don't want to look!
You do it.

- I know it's awkward.

CAMERA CLICKS

- We don't have to do this, you know.
- You what?

- We're happy as we are, aren't we?
- Well, what happened to the kid being
the icing on the cake?

- I know. But, you know, if it ain't
broke?

And you know, all these tests.

- It's not been that bad.

- Not for you!

A quick flick through a smutty mag!

I'm the one everyone's rummaging round
in.

And if they find something wrong, then
we're off on another treadmill.

- You'd better get your trainers on
then, because we are having a baby.

- Mr and Mrs Fry?

Sorry to keep you waiting.

- Did you write this?

- Yeah. So what?

- What are you going to do now?

- I'm going to go to my dad and I'm
going to show him the picture.
- OK.

- Promise you won't tell anyone about
what he's up to.

- Obviously I won't.

It's embarrassing for you, isn't it?

- Thanks for everything.

- It's all right.

We didn't get caught so don't worry
about it. Good luck, yeah.

- Dad, I need to talk to you.

- It's OK, son, I've seen it.
- What?

- Anyone says anything to you, you
ignore them, all right?

You know this is all rubbish and
that's all that matters.

I need to go and find your mum.

This is going to kill her.

- Sperm test is OK. Slightly sluggish
motility but all right.

- Hey... that's great.
- There we are!

Boxer shorts are working! We just need
to keep trying.

- I'm sorry, Mrs Fry, but it's not
that simple.

The hormone tests indicate that you're
not ovulating

with any regularity.

I suspect you're pre-menopausal.

- That's impossible. She's only 41.

- Three.
- No.
- I think I know how old I am.

Are you saying that I've left it too
late?

- No. No, we're going to sort this.

So, what do we do? Drugs? IVF?

- Well, if you want a baby, then both.

We don't fund IVF for women in your
age group.

You'll have to pay and go private.

Could that be a problem?

- Set texts out.

- Why?!

- Don't see what the big deal is. It's
not like it was a secret any more, is
it?

- What are you talking about?
- You told Mr Mead about Bex.

- Yes, well?
- It was supposed to be a fresh start,
wasn't it?

And then there you are two minutes in,
you tell everyone about it to try and
make them like you!

Cry on Christopher's shoulder, did
you? "Oh, poor Karen, eh, all she's
been through."

Well, you left out one small detail,
Mum. It was your fault!

- Why do you hate me so much?

- One word. Hypocrite!
- OK, that's enough.

- No, I haven't started yet!

- That's ENOUGH!

Go on, get out. Take yourself off
somewhere and calm down.

Don't take it personally. She misses
her sister and she's looking for
someone to blame.

- Oh, and that's me, is it?

- It's both of us.

- I don't see you mentioned in this
hate letter.
- Stop.

This isn't about Jess. This isn't even
about this ridiculous magazine.

This is about how you deal with stuff.

Why on earth did you tell Christopher
about Bex?

We agreed to move on.
- No.

You decided.

You decided to wipe her out of our
lives, as if she didn't exist.

- No! I decided to concentrate on the
kids that we've got left!

- Oh, that's a strategy that's really
working, isn't it?

- Well, it would have done if you'd
just given me half a chance.

- How do you do it, Charlie?

How do you put her in a box and carry
on?

You don't even mention her name any
more - not to me, anyway.

- I'm doing what's right for the
family, Karen.

Ah. Mrs...

Fisher.

I wonder if I might have a word.

About the magazine.

There seems to have been a
miscommunication.

I only popped...

- Oh, and is this true?
- Well, Jess Fisher wrote it so it
must be.

- That doesn't mean you can put it in
the school magazine!

Makes Fisher out to be a maniac!

- Yeah, well, maybe she is.

- What did your dad say?

- Nothing. I didn't get to talk to
him, did I?

- Don't read it, it's horrible.

And I'm sorry about your sister and I
get it now why your mum can't take any
more grief.

- Buenas dias, everyone.
- Look at her.

She thinks she's great.

She's not going to know what's hit
her. Slapper.

- OK, so you'll be needing your
work-sheets and your textbooks.

So let me know if any of you are
missing anything.

Er, Harry, could you read the text in
the top box, please?

Harry?

OK, let me help you.

It's just this section here.
- Shut up.
- Sorry?

- Shut up and leave me alone!

- You do not talk to me like that.

Harry, Sambuca, sit down!
- Make me, you tart!

- CLASS GASP AND MURMUR

- Silence! Everyone back to work.

- What is she on?
- Just shut up, will you.

Are you OK? You were dead good, you
really showed her!
- Oi, you two.

Where were you period four?

Well?

- Explanation? Sambuca?

Harry?
- It were me.

It was my fault.
- Did she force you?

- Er, hang on.

- Yeah, yeah, I did, I just told you
that.
- Right, clear out your locker.

Two-week exclusion.
- No, you can't.

- It's all right. Leave it.

- It wasn't her fault.
- Then tell me.
- Honestly, I'm going.

- This isn't right.
- Look, I want the truth!

Why were you two out of school today?

- I can't.

Not with them here.

I need to see you by yourself.

- I've got a class waiting.

- You wait in my office please, Sam.

So?

- Did you do the signature?

Who did?
- Oh, come on, mate.
- That's Sir to you.

- I'm not a grass. I've got to protect
my supplier.

- Yeah? And I've got to protect the
kids in this school,

which is pretty hard to do when half
of them aren't here because of you!

Now, who was it?

Or you're on a two-week suspension.

Which means you'll be pretty short of
customers once you're sat at home on
your own.

- Jessica Fisher.

- It was me who wanted out today.

Not her. If you're going to suspend
anyone, suspend me.

Please, I mean it! You've got to bring
her back in.

She's the only person who's spoken
more than three words to me

in this school and now I've gone

and got her kicked out.

- Look, whatever this is, I can sort
it out.

I need you to tell me the truth.

Why did you skip school today?

Come on, Harry.

- Swear to me you won't leave him.

- Who?
- Dad.

He's seeing Miss Montoya.

- What?
- They're having an affair.
- No, love, I don't think so.

- Look.

I read his texts this morning.

They're all from her, saying how they
were

going to meet up this lunchtime.

That's why I skipped class.

I was going to go there, take a photo,
show it to Dad and tell him to stop.

That bit was Sam's idea.

That's why I wanted her to come.

Not cos she wanted to. I made her.

I was only trying to help.
- Harry, stop.

- Why aren't you going mad?

- Because you've got it all wrong.

- But...
- Your Dad is not...

having an affair with Miss Montoya.
They don't even know each other.

- Well, what's that?
- I don't know. But I'll find out.

- But...
- But nothing.

I want you to put this out of your
mind, all right?

Go and get Sam in.

Well, you've both been incredibly
stupid today.

But I'm willing to believe that you
thought you were doing it for the
right reasons.

However, I want to reassure you that
whatever you saw between

Miss Montoya and Mr Fisher, you got it
absolutely wrong.

- Mum.
- Let's leave it there now, Harry.

- Am I still suspended then, Miss?

- I will trade you one suspension for
two weeks' lunchtime detentions
because you bought the fake passes.

Is that a deal?

- Thanks, Miss.
- Off to your class now.

Go on.

- Cesca.

You saw the magazine?
- Yes. I'm sorry.

- It was Jess. She's got it in for
Karen.

- Well, Harry isn't in great shape.

He's been acting up in my class.

- He's had his nose rubbed in it,
hasn't he? This is why I didn't want
anyone to know.

- Charlie. Did you listen to anything
I said to you at lunchtime?

- Yeah, I'm just telling you.

- And I don't want to hear. Go back to
your family.

Sort yourselves out and don't come
running to me for a shoulder to cry
on, cos I've had enough.

- BELL RINGS

- Jess... the passes.

Mead got me. I had to dob you in

for doing the signatures.

- Like I care.
- Are you kidding me?

- Listen, Mead's a mate of mine. He'll
be fine.

- Will you have some sensitivity!

- That's a bit rich. You're the one
who put it out there.

I've never read such vitriol from a
daughter about her mother!
- Well, I am not responsible.

- What? For the contents of your own
class's newspaper?

- Well, I wish I'd never set eyes on
the flaming Fisher fam...

Mrs Fisher. Ah...

I'm sorry.

- It's me who should be apologising.

You shouldn't have had to have read
about this.

You should have heard it from me
instead.

My daughter Bex went missing...

well over a year ago

and hasn't been heard of since.

And although it wasn't quite the soap
opera depicted in this article,

which incidentally was written by my
younger daughter, Jess,

it wasn't a million miles off either.

I was persuaded

in the interests of my family to keep
Bex's situation under wraps.

I realise now this wasn't a very
sensible thing to do.

I'm really sorry for any embarrassment
this has caused.

- Karen!

I'm really sorry. I got it wrong.
About Sam.

- No, you were right, she is a good
kid.

- Am I missing something?
- It's a long story.

It was Harry's fault that she was out
of school.

She was just doing the right thing by
him.
- Right.

- And I'm sorry I was harsh to you

earlier on today.

The next time you have an instinct
about a kid, make me listen, OK?

- Sure.

- Oh, er, sorry.

I just wanted to say I'd like to go
back to my normal classes.

And I'm sorry about your daughter,

the missing one.
- Thank you, Ruth.

- Miss Montoya's here to see you.

- Oh, great. Could you show her in?

Oh, and Janeece, you can get off now.

Hi. Grab a seat.

I'm sorry to ask you to come in.

I feel very silly but I just really
needed to know what you were doing

meeting Charlie this lunchtime.

Harry saw you.

So? Help me out here.

- I think you need to speak to
Charlie.

- I can't.

I'm trying to hold my family together

and I can't just barge in making
sweeping accusations

when it might just be a very simple
explanation.

Which I'm sure there is,

isn't there?

- I don't know what to say.
- The truth!

So I can reassure my son.

He thinks you're having an affair

and I've told him not to be so
ridiculous.

But then, I think,

why were you meeting up?

When you don't know each other...

do you?

- I do know Charlie.

Oh, and he said I didn't need to be
involved.

I'm not having an affair with your
husband.

But someone else is.

I am so sorry. I only just put the
whole thing together myself.

That's why I met up with him today, to
tell him that I didn't want to be a
part of it.

Look, please.

I know this must be a shock for you,
but...

maybe you can fix things?

You've had such a bad time. It would
put a strain on any marriage.

- Who is she?

- Just a friend.

- Take me to her.

- Are you all right?
- Suppose.

- Look, thanks for letting me off and
everything but you really didn't have
to.

- No. I did.

- I still don't get why she doesn't
believe us.

- Thanks for your help today but it's
all sorted, OK?

- Yeah.

That's fine.

- I'm going to go home.

Get some dinner.
- Do you want me to walk behind you?

- I'm all right.

- Why are you hanging round with him?

- Well, why not? He's all right.

Where's Amy?

- I don't live in her pocket.

- Hey.

Listen, um...about that article.

Well, I wrote it because it's the
truth.

What?

- You stay away from me.

OK?

- Wait a minute. Did you not read that
thing?

Do you not you see what she's really
like?

If you're going to choose between me
and her, there's really no contest.

- You know what you are.

You are a pathetic little kid.

- Which one?

- Just over there on the left.

Karen, I really think this is not a
great idea.

You need to go home, talk to Charlie.

- Don't tell me what I need to do.

I'll do his my way. OK?

- Don't do anything you might regret,
anything that might make this harder
to come back from.

- You think there's a way back?
- Always.

He married you.

You have children together and that
cannot be broken.

Please.

I think it's best you go home.

- Thanks.

I...

Thank you.

Is that her?

- What do you want to do?

- Nothing.

There's got to be a way we can find
the money somehow.

- Yeah, I heard the

tooth-fairy is giving hand-outs.

- What about adoption?

- We're too old, John.
- We are not!

Are we?

That's shocking. There must be
millions of kids who need a home.

- There are, but they're not babies.

Nobody wants to give up a baby.

- Hiya.
- Hi.

- SHE BURPS

Heartburn.

If I would have known pregnancy was
like this,

I would have got that boy to park his
passion wagon

in somebody else's garage.

- Yeah. Must be tough.

- Be different when the baby's here.
- You mean worse! I love my sleep.

This is going to be torture. Hey, but
think on.

When you've dropped your baby we can
take turns baby-sitting each other's.

Hey.

Our babies might become best mates...

or get married.

Hey, we'd be in-laws!

Christmas at yours!
- Right, we'd best be shifting,
Janeece.

- See you tomorrow.
- Oh, to hit the

sack for a bit of baby dancing.

Good luck!

- I know what's going to happen now.
You're going to find yourself some

fertile little filly like her.

- Don't be soft. I love you, you daft
cow. Come on.

- Mum...

- You need to get off to bed.

- I saw them.

- Then you saw wrong.

Trust me on this one.

- But...

- Go on. Get a snack before you get
off.

- So, that was quite a speech you gave
in the staffroom today.

Want to tell me what it's all about?

- I won't do this.

I won't cut her out of our lives.

- Karen, please, love.

We can't keep doing this. We have to
move on.

- To what, exactly?

- I'm saying you should have talked to
me before standing up there!

Shouting our personal lives to the
bloody staff room!

- Don't you talk to me about our
personal lives, Charlie!

Don't you dare!
- What do you mean?

- I'm going to bed.
- Oh, great. Yeah, go on, walk away.

How productive!

Karen!

- Wrong bedroom again?

- Why are you even still speaking to
me?

- I don't know.

That article made me look like an
idiot.

So maybe I'm stupid enough to imagine
that you didn't mean all of it.

- You were always fighting, Mum.
- That didn't mean I wanted her to
leave!

We fought because she was heading in
the wrong direction.

What did you expect me to do, sit back
and watch?

You make your mind up, Jess.

Did I do too much or not enough?

- I don't know!

- I don't know either.

Whatever I did, it wasn't the right
thing.

But don't you ever think

that I deliberately pushed your sister
out of this family.

Because I can't live with that.

I see Bex every day.

Every time I turn a corner,

cross the playground,

every room I go into...

every single day.

And when I think I've caught sight of
her,

I think,

"I've found you.

"It's OK."

And then she turns round

and it's not Bex.

It's never Bex.

- Not yet.

- No.

Not yet.

Come on.

- I see her too.

- Like that, is it?

Look, I don't know why you're so angry
with me.

From where I'm standing, it's you that
should be apologising.

- You think?

- Please.

I don't want to fight.

Come on, come to bed.

- I'll be fine here, thanks.

- What have I done wrong?

- Work it out, Charlie.

Work it out.

Jess!

Charlie!

- You've already got the morning-after
pill from the chemist once this week.

- Exactly, and that's why I need this.
I've run out of money now.

- Charlie, what's wrong?

- Come and talk inside.

- I think it's make your mind up time.

- If you breath a word of this to my
Mum, I swear to God I will tell her
everything.
- I see.

I was wondering when all this would
start.

- I mean it, and then you won't work
here or anywhere else again, OK?

Mr Mead.

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