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Any second thoughts?

- No. None at all.

- I'm not Kacey no more, I'm Robbie.

- Right.

- We need to cut 30% off our running costs. - How much?!

- I hear you're looking to buy a motor.

- Yeah, like he's going to buy one from you.

- BARRY LAUGHS

- Do one.

- Thank you.

- I have to say...that is one hell of a physique.

- I can't afford it.

- I'm going to do you a really good deal.

- Connor, is this yours? - Oh, it's great, isn't it?

- Grantly?! My God.

'He needs that transplant as soon as possible

'because the longer he waits, the less chance he has of making it.'

Would any of yous be prepared to be a donor?

- Are you coming to watch me in the chess tournament?

- You kidding me? Dynasty Barry playing chess.

I'm so proud of you.

At last someone with the brains to take on Kevin Chalk.

- I'm dead sorry Mr Budgen's out cold

but without him coaching me, I'm sloped.

- You can always drop out of this competition, if you want?

It's not too late.

- Why? Are you scared?

- Believe it or not, no.

So how long have you been playing chess?

- A few weeks. Long enough to beat you.

CAR ENGINE REVVING

He's got it coming to him, him.

HORN BEEPING

SQUEALS

Steve-O?

- I promised you I'd be back, didn't I, babe?

Aren't you at least going to give me a big hug?

Babe, I missed you so much. Oh, my God!

- Who's he?

- Steve-O. Dynasty's boyfriend.

- Boyfriend? She never said. - Well, he's been away.

- Uni?

- Her Majesty's pleasure.

- I thought you weren't out for ages? - Parole.

I thought about you every day, you know. - I thought about you an' all.

- I just want us to have a fresh start.

I've sorted us a flat in Liverpool. Just the two of us.

- What?! - I want to take care of you. Treat you proper.

- How'd you like the sound of that, eh? Lap of luxury.

Just what you've always wanted.

- Somebody could have woken us!

- Thought we'd let you have a lie-in this morning.

- Well, thanks, but now yous'll just have to make do with cereal.

- Again? - How's Mr Budgen?

- Yeah, he's...doing OK.

It's just going to take a little time, that's all.

- It's dead quiet without him. I hope he comes home soon.

- Well, I read a story in Closer

about a woman that was in one of them comas for 12 years.

- Yes, well, you don't want to believe all the rubbish

you read in the mags, do you?

- But it's not rubbish, though.

It says sometimes they never even wake up.

- (Shut up, you!)

- Look, hurry up, the lot of yous. You're all going to be late.

- Are you coming to school today?

- Yeah, I've got an appointment with Her Ladyship, Miss Donegan.

- What's she want? - I've no idea.

Stumping up for Grantly's sick pay might be nice.

This is it, babe.

The first day of the rest of our lives.

- I can't just leave.

- Is this why you stopped writing? Have you met somebody else?

- No. It's just...with my family moving up here, it's far away.

- It's OK, I don't blame you...

..who wants a boyfriend in the nick?

I've changed, Dynasty.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

I've had a lot of time to think about what I want.

I want you.

- Are you still robbing for a living? - No, I've put all that behind me now.

I don't want to go back to prison.

I want a fresh start, just you and me.

- You say that, but... - Listen, I mean it. I want to do right by you.

- Is that an engagement ring?

- It's a beast, innit?

- It's gorgeous. - Look, I don't want to put pressure on you.

It's yours, no matter what happens between us.

I know we've got a long way to go but I want us to be together.

- I don't care what anyone says, Dynasty,

I've got a fiver on you to win this chess tournament.

- Oh, thanks, sir. - Chess? You?

- Why wouldn't I?

- You know I love you, babe, but chess?!

Isn't that for brainboxes?

- Well, that would rule you out, then, mate, wouldn't it?

OK.

Are you going to tell this man to leave the premises, or am I?

- This your teacher, Dyn?

- It's Mr Clarkson, he's the deputy head. - And you are...?

- I don't want you thinking I was laughing at Dynasty.

We go back a long way.

If she's learned how to play chess,

then this school's doing something right.

I'm really proud of you, babe.

Hey, maybe you could teach me how to play chess?

That'd be a laugh! - You said it. - Come on.

- I'll be sticking around for a while.

Got a lot of making up to do.

- HORN BEEPS

- What are you doing, mate?

- You left early.

- You look very smart.

- Yeah, maybe a flak jacket would have been more appropriate this morning.

Lorraine's efficiencies

should go down like a lead balloon in the staff room.

- Just tell her to stick her efficiencies.

- You want this place to stay open, don't you? - Well, of course I do...

- Lorraine stops writing the cheques and it closes.

I thought you understood that?

- Well, maybe the vodka's destroyed my brain cells.

- Hey, I don't want to have an argument about this.

- Look, Michael, if you're under siege,

let me cover Grantly's Head of Year 12.

I'd be willing to do it just for the experience.

- You really think you're suited to pastoral work?

- Well, clearly, you don't.

Thanks very much for the vote of confidence, Michael(!)

- I'm under a lot of pressure, here. I'd appreciate some support.

- You're not seriously thinking about leaving?

- I don't know.

- You've never mentioned Steve-O before.

- I didn't think he'd ever come back for me.

- Out of sight, out of mind. Romantic.

- It wasn't like that...

it's the real deal.

- We have to wait on the A-level options, obviously,

but we should be at capacity on the core subjects.

- No-one can argue with the figures.

- It doesn't mean they're going to like it, though.

- Who's not going to like what? Have I missed something? - No.

Nothing you won't hear about in the staff meeting.

- Tom, could you give us a minute?

- Sure.

- Music? - Yeah.

- Right...

- Where's my money?

The truck's not going to pay for itself.

What's that? We agreed 50 a week.

- Look, I can't pay it. I didn't get that job.

- It's not my problem. Get another.

Look...I'll lend you 30 to cover this week's payment, as a favour,

but you'd better watch that interest, mate...

it's a killer.

- I'm impressed.

- The only thing better than robbing a bank is being one.

There's loads of skint kids here...

this place is a gold mine.

Hey, I'm lending to her...

..and to him...

..and his ma!

- I'm keeping the car for a bit. Don't mind, do you?

- It's the least I could do.

Oi, Logan!

I'll see you later.

- Barry?

- What?!

- Was that Steve-O? Is he out?

- You steer well clear of him, OK? - How come?

- Because I say so.

- You're ashamed of me, aren't you? - No...

it's great having a little sister that's a boy(!)

- Why does it bother you so much? - Cos it's EMBARRASSING!

- I'll tell you what's embarrassing...

having a brother that's a complete imbecile.

You don't even know how stupid you are!

What is it with some boys?

It's like they're in their own group that no-one else can fit into -

it's PATHETIC.

- It's called testosterone. It's the moron hormone.

Beats me why you'd want some!

- MUFFLED CONVERSATION AND LAUGHTER

What's wrong?

- It's just there are pupils about.

- I don't understand. Are you embarrassed?

- No, no, don't be silly.

Look, we're still on for lunch today, aren't we? - Of course we are.

I'll see you later.

- What's up?

- I'm just a wee bit out of practice, I suppose.

- You'll be fine. - Will I?

- Yeah! It's just like riding a bike, innit,

once you get back in the saddle?

I'm not saying that you're...

or that...

He's a...

Nothing. I'm saying nothing.

- You were trying to avoid me! - I've got your money.

- About time. - Just not on me.

- You are having a laugh, right? - I can get it.

Tomorrow. Honest.

- I want it by the end of school.

- Stay out my way, freak. - Get stuffed!

- Come on. Hurry up!

- Has Logan been giving you grief? - What's it to you?

- I could help you...with the collecting.

- Yeah, that'd do it.

- What?

- You know...

the only reason people are messing me around is because of you!

People used to fear our family and now we're a joke.

- It's not true.

- Do you reckon?

- The efficiency report detailed several areas for savings...

including staffing.

I know this is difficult but the...facts speak for themselves.

- OK...

..we're running at 76% capacity on all the core subjects

but only 37% in some of the A-level options.

That means these subjects are almost twice as expensive to run,

which, in turn, prevents us expanding the curriculum.

- We're offering subjects the pupils don't want and not the ones they do.

This is the 21st century -

computer literacy is as important as reading and writing these days.

It's what the kids want,

which is why, this afternoon, we're going to open up a new IT lab.

- So, you're talking about cutbacks, then splashing out on computers?

- No, Tom.

They're a donation from me and they're not going to cost a penny

but we need to reduce staff expenditure by at least 20%,

it's as simple as that. - You mean redundancies.

- No, that's precisely what we're trying to avoid.

- But if there's anyone who'd consider taking voluntary redundancy,

I am putting together a package. - So, it is all about money?

- No, Audrey, it's about efficiency.

Take your history A-level, for example...

..what's that, ten pupils in Year 12, eight in Year 13?

You could be teaching a class of 30. THAT is a lot of empty seats.

Now, the Year 11s make their AS-level choices tonight.

Tomorrow we're going to draw up a new curriculum

based on which subjects we should be offering.

- What, so the kids dictate the curriculum?!

- So are you saying I have to justify history

by filling up some sort of quota?

- Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying.

A quota of 20, to be precise.

- Lorraine will be lucky to avoid a mutiny.

The whole department's under threat. It's slash and burn.

- Look, nobody wants this but we have to stick together.

- So, let me help you. - How do you mean?

- Well, they're talking about cuts across the board,

if I do Grantly's Head of Year work for free,

that will help fight the cuts. It's a no-brainer, surely?

- It's not that simple.

- You're just not willing to give me a chance.

- No, it's not about you.

It's about what's best for the school, that's all.

BELL RINGS

All right, let me think about it, then, OK?

Today, the Year 11 students take their AS-level options

and the school is here to help you decide.

As you're probably aware, Mr Budgen remains in hospital.

I'm sure you'll join me in wishing him well. Our thoughts are with him.

I'll be running this afternoon's chess competition in his absence.

I hope you'll go along and support Kevin Chalk

and the other Waterloo Road competitors.

- OR you could come and check out the new IT lab?

Now, I believe IT is essential and at the heart of every job.

I mean, history, English, theatre studies...

- (They're my subjects.)

- ..they're fine, right, but are they going to get you a good job?

Shakespeare's all very well

but the only job it'll get you comes with a peaked hat

and the words, "Would you like fries with that?"

- PUPILS LAUGH

Or perhaps, "Ambition should be made of sterner stuff"?

Julius Caesar, Act III, Scene II.

I'm sure Miss Donegan will agree

that Shakespeare has a thing or two to teach us.

Year 11 AS-level options

in the assembly hall after school, thank you.

- Good luck...

..make sure you make the right choice.

- Are you OK?

- What am I doing here, Imogen?

- A-levels? - You heard Miss Donegan. She thinks my A-levels are pointless.

That I'm wasting my time. What if she's right?

- Is this to do with your flashy boyfriend turning up?

- Yeah, no. I don't know.

I just need to think.

- How's Grantly?

- No change. The doctors can't tell us anything.

He could be like this for months.

- I see. You must be worried sick.

- Yeah, I am.

I really should be at the hospital.

I take it this is about the sick pay and the leave, and that?

- Yeah, there isn't any more leave, Maggie.

That's why I called you in.

I can only allow you the one week off.

- What? - I can't afford to have two members of staff off indefinitely.

I need you back at work with immediate effect.

- I need to be with Grantly... - I wish I could give you more time

but, like you said, this could go on for months.

- Let me get this straight, right.

My husband is in a COMA and you are sending us back to work?!

- Sorry.

Obviously, I don't mean to put any pressure on you.

- Oh, I know what you mean, Miss Donegan.

Being ill isn't in your budget. You've made yourself CRYSTAL!

- Maggie?

What are you doing back? - Ask Donegan.

She can't have me and Grantly off indefinitely, she says.

- Ah, that woman's getting out of control.

- Oh...I suppose I can't blame her.

Well, it's my fault, really, isn't it?

I mean, if I had found somebody to be a donor sooner,

then Grantly wouldn't be lying in a blooming coma, would he?

- No, don't go blaming yourself.

There's hundreds of people, thousands, looking for a kidney.

- Thanks for reminding me, Tom. Nice one.

- I just saw Dynasty with some guy.

- Yeah, that's her boyfriend. Imogen told me.

- She's got a boyfriend?

- Turned up this morning.

- She never said.

- You bothered, like? - As if.

- Cos I think she's well into you. - Dynasty? Get real.

- Straight up. This whole chess thing is just to impress you.

- Well, it doesn't matter now anyway, does it?

Not if she's got a boyfriend.

- Hey. It's a lot of boxes.

- It's the delivery for the IT lab.

Surplus from one of Lorraine's other companies.

She wants me to get it set up by lunch time,

but I wasn't expecting so much stuff.

- Do you want some help?

- Would you?

You're an angel.

OK.

This is going to take forever.

- Not necessarily. Come on, load me up.

OK. - You got it?

Thanks.

- BELL RINGS

- So have you picked anything up recently? - What?

- In your pickup truck.

- Ah, no wonder you're single.

- Your creative writing. It's good.

You could do better.

- See? Great.

- You're not going to get an A star every time.

You have to work for them. And, anyway, a C's good.

- Hey, you really excelled yourself.

- Right, quieten down. We need to crack on.

Milton's Paradise Lost... - The point is, you could get whatever you want.

- Yeah, you're right... - Last lesson we were looking at some

of the different themes of the poem... - ..I could.

- ..marriage, free will and criticism of the idolatry...

- Good morning!

When I was a little girl,

I found this sword buried up to the hilt in the woods near my home.

Now I didn't realise it then, but my love of history,

my PASSION for history began that day.

The word "historia" is Greek for enquiry

and my head was full of questions.

Whose sword was it? How did it get there?

Whom had it killed?

- PUPILS GASP

- Now, in learning about this sword, I learnt about myself

and my connection with my past.

We cannot understand ourselves unless we understand our history...

and today you are all going to begin investigations

into your OWN histories.

YOU might find that your ancestors arrived on a Viking longboat.

And you may well have connections

with the Industrial Revolution in Manchester.

Whatever...whatever it is you discover, it will amaze you.

So, let's get started

and on with the quest!

- PUPILS LAUGH

Steve-O? What are you doing here?

Where'd you get this gear?

- Who cares? Couldn't get to see you any other way.

- What are you like?

- Believe me...

I'd do a lot more than this to get to spend time with you.

Come here.

- That one can go there. Space for them all, like I said.

- Very impressive.

I do hope Miss Donegan is appreciating you. - I wonder.

- It's true. You put so much into everything you do

and that is a very special quality to have.

- Yeah, well, I couldn't have done any of this without you.

So...thank you.

- We make quite a good team, eh?

Your brains, my body - it's perfect.

BUBBLE WRAP POPPING

THEY LAUGH

- So are you coming with me, or what?

- I don't know, Steve-O. I like this place.

- This dump? But it's not like Liverpool, is it, babe?

Don't you miss it? The city, the buzz, ME?

Think of all the fun we used to have.

We can do all that again.

You don't need this any more. I've got us a place, all sorted.

On the Albert Dock. - Yeah?

- Serious.

Top spec, river views...

..this is about us now.

Just me and you.

- You are serious, aren't you?

- I've been waiting for this for a long time.

So what do you say?

- So next week I will have expected you all to have

completed your historical investigations, or else!

- That was brilliant, Miss.

I can't believe I'd enjoy history so much.

- Good, well, there'll be plenty more of that at A-level next year.

- No, I'm not doing history A-level.

Got to think about my future, not my past. I'll be doing IT.

- Can I help you, pal? - No, I don't think you can, mate.

- Why don't you do us a favour, then, and sod off?

I think that young kid fancies you.

- As if. - I can tell.

Which is why you're leaving this school and coming back home with me.

- I'd better go, Steve-O.

- Go get your things together. I'll be waiting.

- Hi, everyone. I just wanted to let you know today is my last day.

Aren't you going to say anything? - Like what?

Well done, you're fulfilling your potential as a gangster's moll.

- Gangster's moll...

or fiancee?

- Oh, God, it's getting worse and worse.

- That's a bit rich, coming from you, Imogen.

I mean, at least I've got a businessman as a partner

and not some sad, pathetic loser of a schoolboy

who still lives with his mother.

- Yeah, well, bye-bye, Dynasty.

- Oh, look, someone's relieved that I'm not going to make a show of them

at the chess tournament.

- Oh, get real, you're just a bimbo

and everybody knows bimbos don't play chess.

- THEY LAUGH

You OK? - It's Barry, he's doing my nut in. Will you talk to him?

- I can't. I'm not going to be around. I'm going to Liverpool with Steve-O.

- For good?

- Time comes when you've got to do things on your own.

You're ready for that and you and Barry, you'll sort it out.

- Not without you.

- You've come so far on your own...

you don't need me any more.

- Yeah, you're right. I did do it all by myself.

Wish I could say the same for you, though. Enjoy the EASY life, yeah?

- Sir? - Yeah.

- I'm not grassing her up or anything, but it's Dynasty.

- What is it?

- Barry?

Did you know about Dynasty and Steve-O?

- Course. She's done well for herself.

- We can't just let her go. Will you speak to her, please?

- And say what?

- If she goes, I'll have no-one to talk to.

It'll just be you and me up here.

- You can go visit her. See her every weekend if you want.

- Please.

- Listen to yourself. You're whining, just like a girl.

- "Complete the table to show the arrangement of electrons

"in oxygen atoms."

- Hello, Einstein, we're supposed to be working in a group.

Hello, Earth to Robbie? - What?

- What's up?

- I'm going to show them that I'm not some whining girl.

- Less chat, more work, please.

- So, just like that, you're going to drop everything? Sit down.

Sounds like a cop-out to me.

- But why stay in school if I don't have to, sir?

- I thought you wanted to pass your exams?

I thought it was important to you? - You heard what Miss Donegan said.

We need an A in theatre studies.

All that effort and you'll just end up signing on, no thanks.

Why waste a year here when I could just start my life now?

- It's not a waste, Dynasty. You of all people should know that.

- Me? Why me, sir?

- Education is the one thing that no-one can take away from you.

It gives you options. If you don't sit your exams, you won't have them.

You never know when you might need them.

- Thanks, sir, but I've made up my mind. Can I go now?

- Fine, I'll get Sonya to do the paperwork.

Dynasty...

you dress it up how you like,

from where I'm sitting, it's a cop-out.

- PHONE RINGS

- Hello, babes. - Steve-O, guess what? I'm on my way.

- Hey, that's fantastic news. Listen, I'm just doing something.

Give me an hour. - OK.

- OK, listen. Meet me at the car park outside school.

Love you.

- I'll see you later.

BELL RINGS

- Oh, where are you going with those?

- Erm... - I'm set up. I'm done already.

- There's been a mix-up with the orders. Sorry. We're sorting it.

- Hurry up, yeah.

- You'd be mad to take history. It's just completely pointless.

- Doing something you're not passionate about,

now that's useless.

- What do you think, sir? - About what? - Like, what subjects to pick.

- Well...

I think you should choose the subjects

that give you the most out of YOUR life.

- Even Mr Byrne agrees with me.

- And I think you should remember that

there's more to life than just a job.

There's a whole wide world out there

and you're not going to see it all from the inside of an office.

- Come on, then. It's the moment you've all been waiting for.

Your new IT lab is officially open.

- Wow. This is great.

- Come on, then, don't be shy. It's here for you to use...

so use it.

Sonya?

I thought I told you I wanted this place ready.

Where are the other computers?

- There was a mix-up. They're bringing the right ones now.

- It's not quite Silicon Valley but it's a start.

- It's the future -

innovation, self-learning, enterprise.

That's what this school's all about.

- A computer can't replace a teacher, though, Miss Donegan.

As for self-learning, you've clearly never worked with children.

- If you think the kids of today are into dusty old books, Miss McFall,

you clearly haven't worked with them either.

- Miss, I need some books on Congolese history, to help with my project.

Can you please help me find them?

- As long as the ones we find are dusty and old, I'd be delighted.

- Mr Budgen's predicted grades for Year 12.

- Already?

It's just...I don't think we usually get them so early.

- Well, you've got them now.

- Shouldn't we wait until Mr Budgen's better?

- No.

Make sure you bring those to Mr Byrne's attention.

- I need my mobile out the phone drop. - You going somewhere?

- I'm going to Liverpool, for good, with my boyfriend.

- No way. - Look.

- Wow.

You, er, never even mentioned you had a fella?

- Oh, er, he's been away.

We've got a flat, though, on the harbour dock. Two bedrooms, the lot.

- Oh, what I wouldn't give...

- I'm made up, Sonya. I really am.

- No wonder.

- PHONE RINGS

- Hello, Waterloo Road, Sonya speaking.

Oh, yeah, there was a mix-up with the IT order.

Your guy said so himself.

I see.

And you're sure a uniform was taken?

Right.

OK.

Thanks.

There you go.

- Reckon you owe my bro money.

- Get off. - Reckon you pay up, now!

- Er, what are you doing? - Mind your own.

- Who do you think you are?

- Robbie Barry, you got a problem with that?

- I am SO sorry!

- It's OK. I believe your lunch is cold by now.

- I just got caught up in something and I...

I forgot.

- It's OK. Really, it doesn't matter.

- I'm just not very good at this, am I?

It's just it's been so long

since I've had to factor someone else into my life.

- What is that famous saying, eh? Practice makes perfect.

- Perhaps we could do dinner tonight? My treat.

Think of it as practice.

- OK.

- Your payment's overdue. You owe my brother.

- So? - Pay up or else.

- What are you going to do about it?

Check in there.

Lost her.

- With Grantly being ill,

I'm making sure the departmental work is getting done.

- Looking for Brownie points from Michael, are we?

- They're hard to come by, believe me.

So, have you sent in your interpretation questions

for the mocks yet?

I might have missed your email. - I'll do them today.

I've been a little distracted.

- Hi, Maggie. What brings you in here?

- Lady Muck is too grand to eat in the canteen with everybody else.

- Like you don't have enough on your plate.

It must be hard being back at work.

- I should be with Grantly.

I mean, what if he wakes up and I'm not there?

- Maybe it's best you get stuck in. Take your mind off things?

- I don't want to take my mind off Grantly,

thank you very much, Christine...

..though everyone else seems to.

I'm in there every minute I can be...

but...I can sit all day reading him the Racing Post,

it's not going to bring him round, is it?

- He's in the best hands.

- He needs more than the best hands, Christine.

He needs a kidney transplant, cos without one he's going to die.

- That came across as, "Whip out one of your right kidneys now

"and hand it over to Grantly."

- She's desperate.

- Here she is. My little princess.

- I'm ready to go.

- This is it. You ready for the time of your life?

- Ah, me mum. She'll be made up an' all.

- I look forward to seeing Carol. I used to fancy your mum!

- I'll put me bag in the boot. - Babe, wait!

- What are these?

- Just trying to make a living, babe.

Started flogging a few second-hand computers. - Well, they look new.

- Don't look at me like that. It's legit.

- So that's why you had the uniform on -

to rob those computers.

- Please, babe, it's just a few computers,

not worth falling out over.

There's three months' rent there, for our flat.

- What an idiot I've been. You're nothing but a lying thief!

- You're going to be a competitor down. - Oh?

- Dynasty Barry has decided she's leaving us.

- Why? I thought we were getting somewhere with Dynasty. - Yeah, I know.

Look, I tried to talk her out of it -

there's a boy on the scene, so she's gone. Just like that.

- God. OK, I'll talk to her mother after the tournament.

- This is Mrs Carol Barry you're talking about? - Yeah, it is.

- Like she was going to turn up anyway.

- Don't pretend like you're not disappointed. You were WELL into her.

- No, I'm not.

- OK, everyone. Welcome to the Waterloo Road Inter School Chess Tournament.

Now the teacher who organised this, Mr Budgen,

sadly, isn't very well, so he can't be with us,

but I'm sure that he'd be thrilled with the marvellous turn-out.

So, if you're all ready?

Let's play.

- Look, I'm sorry, babe. It all happened so quick.

I just wanted to impress you.

Pretend I had some money and all that. - Just shut up!

- Look, when I leave the nick, alls I get is a week's cash.

I just needed something to tide me over till I find a job.

I won't go robbing again, I swear. - I'm taking them back.

- No, you're not. - Go on, then!

Yeah, you would do that, wouldn't you?

- Of course not. Look, what's going on here, Dyn, eh?

When do you suddenly go all Girl Guide on me,

over a few knocked-off bits?

- I've changed, all right?

That is my school and they're the schools computers

and they're going back, and so am I.

I am worth SO much more than you!

You can shut the boot now and don't follow me

cos I'll just call the police.

- Dynasty! Please!

- # Hard to know

# Maybe if I skim the stone?

# Walk a different way back home?

# It would all make sense. #

- What are you doing with them?

- Just say I got them off someone I used to know.

- You do realise you've saved my skin?

- Just don't say it was me that brought them back, OK?

- I thought you was off to Liverpool?

- Not any more.

He's a dirty, lying toerag and, well, I fell for it.

Guess I'm just as thick as everyone thinks I am, aren't I?

- Aw, babe, don't say that.

You will get over him, yeah?

- Yeah, I know I will.

I've learned a massive lesson and...

to think I was giving all this up for him.

- You are an angel.

Thanks.

- Hey, you see? All's well that ends well.

Come on, let's go and finish this delivery.

- Thank you.

- See you at the A-level sign-in? - Maybe.

- You OK? - Just leave it, yeah?

- Fine.

You know what?

I LIKED you when you were Kacey but I don't like you like this.

You need to be true to yourself and stop acting like someone you're not.

- Look, don't go mad...but I made an executive decision

to get up to speed with Grantly's Head of Year work.

If I don't do it, no-one else will.

I have to say a lot of it is not a pretty sight.

- Well, thank you very much.

That's over and above the call of duty.

- I don't think admin is Grantly's forte.

- There's a lot more to the Head of Year job than admin.

- Well, that's why I want a crack at it.

I am hungry for more responsibility, Michael.

- Checkmate. - Well done, Kevin. Yes.

- The winner, Kevin Chalk!

See you all later in the hall for the presentation, thank you.

Dynasty? I thought you were leaving us?

- I made a mistake. I really want to come back.

- Good.

You made the right decision.

- I'm really pleased.

- You here to congratulate the champion, then?

- You won't be the champion for long.

- The tournament's over.

- You haven't played me yet.

- You're on.

- Let's give them some space.

- You're not calling me a bimbo and getting away with it.

- We could make this a recurring event.

You know your way down to the hall?

All right, I'll see you in a moment. Thanks.

- I'm going out of my way for you and the school,

and you're giving me nothing.

- Look, I'm grateful.

- Really? Because I'd say that you're avoiding me. Why?

- We can talk about this later, OK?

- Later never comes with you, does it, Michael?

- I feel like such a prat.

I reckon you spoke to soon, about my brains.

- Perhaps, but we still showed them we make a good team.

- No way. Lorraine's never going to let me stay after this.

I practically held the door open, so that bloke could rob us.

- Come on now. It was not your fault.

- She ain't going to see it like that.

I'd better go and tell her.

- Why? - I can't lie about it.

- So, don't lie.

Tell her that the laptops have been delivered.

It's the truth, in a way.

- I wouldn't want to put you in a difficult position.

- Come on. I know how to keep a secret.

- So do I.

Oh. Sorry. I shouldn't...

- You can resign if you want?

- You're not that good.

You shouldn't do that. Use your rook...here.

So what happened to your ape of a boyfriend?

- I dumped him.

- Checkmate.

- You win.

- She's blown me out. Says she's not coming!

- What? What's happened? - YOU tell me.

She was the only thing keeping me going inside. She's all I've got.

YOU where supposed to be keeping your eye on her.

This is your fault.

- I don't know what you're talking about, mate, just...

- She's doing someone else! - Just calm down. - Don't you get it? Got to be.

Who is it? - Don't be daft. She's well into you, mate.

- She's cheating. She must be.

If I find out that you know...I'll kill you...

..then I'll kill him.

- Barry?

I've been looking for you everywhere.

- Kacey?!

What's going on? You look like a right lezza.

- I'm not a lezza.

- She reckons she's a lad.

You know what kids are like, it's just a phase.

- It's not a phase.

- You don't sound like a lad.

You don't front like a lad.

You're not exactly DD up top, are you?

I'm confused.

- I've been seeing a doctor about it.

- Whoa! She's having a sex change. Serious?

Oh, my days, are you growing a pair?

Ah, come on, give us a look.

- Leave it out, mate.

- Come on. Show us what you've got, eh? - Get off me!

Help me. - Show us what you've got.

- ROBBIE CRIES

- Come on.

Still look like a girl to me.

Think that doctor's taking the mick.

If I was you, I'd be asking for my money back.

- That's Barry's. - What?

The debt money? You collected it?

- Well, it belongs to me now.

Just like that poxy little business of yours.

Need something to tide me over.

I'm sticking around till I get your sister back...

..and you're going to be helping me...OK?

- # Roll the dice, I got your number

# Hit the jackpot Underneath the cover

# I's intoxicated You like a drug, girl

# Grab a glass, gonna rain tequila Tequila, tequila, tequila. #

- 21! I've done it - just, but I've DONE it.

- Never doubted it.

- 25 for art and design, 20 for music,

22 for religious studies, I could go on but...

- Well, it looks like we'll be retaining the current curriculum after all.

- You know, I am fighting to keep this school open here.

Why do I feel like I'm having to fight half my staff too?

- We all want the school to succeed, Lorraine.

- Good, cos I want everyone pulling in the same direction here.

- I'm sorry, Miss Donegan.

I'm just SO relieved to be a teacher still here.

- Well, I suggest you get a good night's sleep, Audrey.

Both Mr Hanley and Miss McCoy took voluntary redundancy today. - What?

- You're now in a department of one.

- I hope you've worked up an appetite?

- I'm sorry. - Dinner. I'm doing my special chilli con carne.

We have cause to celebrate.

I'll tell you all about it.

Do you know, I'm really pleased you're here?

Bye, Sonya. - Yeah, see you tomorrow.

- Oh, hello. I'm phoning about the advert in today's Telegraph.

Yeah.

Erm, could you send me out an application form, please?

Thanks.

Erm, can I phone you back? Thanks.

- Christine? - Hi.

- Look, I've been a bit on edge today and I'm sorry.

Fancy a bit of dinner tonight?

Just the two of us.

- Do you know something, Michael?

I can't tell you how much I needed you to ask me that.

- Good. I'll grab my stuff.

- Robbie? Robbie? - Don't call me that.

- Hey. I'm not going to leave you until you tell me what the problem is.

- Can't you see what the problem is?

It's me, I'm a fake.

- In what way?

- I've been telling everyone that I'm a boy but that's crap and they know it.

I'm not a boy, I'm a girl.

- Girl, boy. Boy, girl.

What does it matter?

- SOBS

- I want to be dead.

- Hey, now that is a nonsense.

Think about Mr Budgen lying in that hospital bed.

Fighting for his every breath because he knows how precious life is, as it is for you.

- I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean it.

- Anyway, what would the school team do if you weren't around? We'd be sunk.

- I have this dream that a Liverpool scout will spot me

and he'll tell the manager I'm the next Gerrard.

- You don't have to be a boy to play football.

- It's not the same.

- Look at the Arsenal Ladies, twice as good as the men.

- Three times.

- Do you know what? I am kicking myself here.

I don't know why I didn't set up a girl's football team again.

I'm going to do it, Robbie.

- It's Kacey. I just want my name back.

I know everyone will be laughing at me but...

- Well, you're young.

You don't have to make any big decisions right now about who or what you are.

If you want Kacey back, then that's fine.

If you want to change your name again, that's fine too.

It's nobody else's business but yours, right?

Right, well, we are going to set up this girl's football team, Kacey.

You are going to be the captain

and the first thing we are going to do is take on the boys.

- There's our Dynasty. I thought she was leaving with that creep.

- She's got some good news for you there.

- Why? What's going on?

- It took some persuading but I finally realised what a lying,

cheating scumbag Steve-O really is.

Thanks, sir.

- Er...

..you two have a chat.

- I'm binning off Robbie... for now anyway.

- Never liked that name anyway.

Sir? Are you going to see Mr Budgen?

- Yeah.

- Tell him sorry I didn't win for him.

Sometimes winning isn't everything, is it?

- What's he staring at?

- Come and say hello.

- Oi!

- I gave you 20 this morning.

- That was your last payment. Well, to me anyway.

- What do you mean? - You're going to be paying someone else. His name's Steve-O.

- Well, who's that?

- Bit of advice, pay up on time.

- I can't believe you was going to leave today.

- Seemed like a good idea. Escaping.

- People do that, don't they? Things get a bit tough -

staying and sticking it out, that's the hard thing.

- Rhiannon, man, pick your bag up! Nearly broke me blooming neck.

Tom, erm, I'm just heading to hospital. Can it keep?

- I'm not going anywhere. You do believe that, don't you?

- It's just not that easy, is it? Trust.

- I can't sit back and do nothing any longer.

I'd like to be a donor for Grantly.

- I think for the first time in my life, I know exactly what I want.

- What's that? - This.

I'm going to go check on Robbie.

We'll do this again sometime, yeah?

- Don't go.

I can help you with your English essay...and I...

- Are you going to kiss me, or what?

PHONE RINGS

- What do you want? - Come to give you a bit of advice.

- Yeah? What? - Come here.

Closer.

Now, you stay away from my girl. Understood?

(Good boy.)

I'll be watching you.

I want 150 by lunch time today.

The rest we'll take care of. - What rest?

- Look who's come to play.

- Hey, Josh. How are you? - Hiya.

- And how does your son feel about all this?

- He's, erm...he's proud, I guess.

Supportive.

- Hiya, babe. - Who do you think you are?

I go out with who I want, when I want!

- It's not my fault I've got more of a life than you.

So kill me if I've got nothing better to do than polish my halo.

- I'm sick and tired of always being second best to everyone.

- EXPLOSIVE BLAST

- No, Conor!

- Are you telling me that you and Nikki are having a personal relationship?

- I'm not telling you anything.

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