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Wouldn't want Twinkle to find out about our arrangement. - He won't.

- This is for you.

- What does it mean? - Maybe one day you can tell...

- You know, you're absolutely right, I don't have any respect for you.

Why would I have anything other than complete contempt for someone

who is so stupid that they let three hormone-ravaged Neanderthals run amok in our home?

- He treats us like we don't matter! Like we're nothing!

And he treats his wife even worse! I've seen them together. - His wife that you kissed!

- Eggs fit for a Princess.

Actually they turned out a soupcon more scrambled than anticipated.

What were you doing in the car?

- Er...I was putting in some books in there for class.

- Well, I can drive you in for a change. - Oh, no, it's OK.

- No, my treat, I insist.

- Wow! That looks amazing, girls.

Mr Lowsley wants it perfect for the Greenock Telegraph.

- The papers are coming? - To photograph the official opening, about 12:30, he said.

- At least we all get to go to the party then. - You looking forward to it? It should be a good laugh.

- I've already told Connor, no dad dancing anywhere near me.

- You should see Kevin. He's like a bag of monkeys.

- So...you got a date then, Rhiannon?

- Nah. - I'm sure someone'll ask you.

- I'm not bothered. - You know, any fella would be lucky to have you.

- Yeah. They all want blondes and big boobs.

- They ain't all that shallow.

You've got to make the most of your assets.

You should ask someone yourself. - Get lost!

- This stuff is awful! Who's actually going to buy it?

- Maybe if you worked harder instead of moaning, you'd find out.

I thought you were over her?

- Dunno what you're talking about. - Don't be stupid.

- Guys, you've got two free periods to get Waterloo Junk-tion up and running.

It needs to look as slick as possible, yeah?

- Taking photos of the merchandise to go online as we speak.

- You've really applied yourselves. Well done.

- Look at all this.

So how long is this going to be a boys-only project, Simon?

This isn't a one-team school.

- Once the Junk-tion takes off, the whole school will benefit. - Hmm.

I still have my doubts about Mr Barry being involved.

- If we get him to channel that business head of his,

he'll see the merits of doing something legit. - Hmm...if.

- I thought you might want to look over this, sir.

- A sales forecast? - Yeah. Based on the donations so far, all going into the school funds.

- Excellent.

- All funds must be deposited with Sonya by the end of school, Barry.

Every day. - Will do, miss.

- Can I have a word? - Uh-huh.

- Not the good stuff, numpty. You keep that for me.

Those... Those muppets can sell all the tat.

- Oh, I left my scarf in the car. - I'll get it.

- Oh, no, no. You'll be late for class. I'll get it. Just give me the key.

- Ah, George. I was just asking Christine if all staff could move their cars from the front car park.

- What?! - So the photographer can get a clear view of the school.

- OK. But this really should have been flagged up before we parked.

- Marvellous. If anyone else is parked there, could you do the same, please?

- I'll get your scarf. And I'll choke Lowsley with it.

- And again. Right, keep your chin down.

Keep your chin down, all right? Guard up. Again.

Go on. Right, just carry on with the bags.

- She's doing really good, isn't she?

I wouldn't like to go 12 rounds with her. - Kacey.

Kacey, relax. You're holding loads of tension in your neck.

Just relax. - I've brought her a smoothie for when she gets a break.

- And on the balls of your feet. What did I just say? Your stance isn't wide enough.

On the balls of your feet. Thank you, I'll give it to her.

- All that energy, that's all down to my smoothies, that is.

SHE LAUGHS

- Eh? - Kidding.

- Do you know what - thank you. She needs the nutrients and plenty of 'em. So, yeah.

- You make her sound like an engine.

SHE LAUGHS

- All right, two more minutes. Go. Go. Go.

- Excuse me. Can everyone just settle down quickly, please!

- Er...where's Mr Singh? - He's sick today, so I'm taking your register.

- Hey! You...come here.

Pick it up.

There you go, miss. Come on, in you go!

Come on!

- Barry, you're meant to be helping the guys at Waterloo Junk-tion, aren't you?

- Just on me way now, sir.

- Everything all right? - Just dropped a file, that's all.

- If they go in rowdy, they stay rowdy.

- I'm OK, don't worry. - Yeah, you on top of things? - Yeah.

- He's got some nerve.

I mean, it's a car park, not a backdrop for his personal photo opportunities.

- I suppose if the school looks good, we all look good, but...I do know what you mean.

- He's getting carried away with his business idea.

I mean, he's a teacher, not Richard-ruddy-Branson for goodness...

- Well, he...he does have confidence, though.

George, that business with you and Kevin Chalk,

I...I just want you to move forward with...confidence as well.

George?

- Yeah. No, sorry...I will.

- The bell's gone. Hurry along, please. I'll see some of you for science later.

- Larry's inside cos of Ms McFall, right? - So?

- So it's payback time.

We can't afford to visit him, so she can pay.

- How?

- I've got 83 friends already.

- They ain't real friends, though, are they?

- Moira is. She's just e-mailed me.

- Well, sometimes online friendships,

you can't always tell what people are really like.

- Well, we're arranging to meet, so I shall find out soon enough.

Oh, don't look so worried, I'm not a complete fool.

Come in. Morning.

- So... Wo zai chi dong xi.

And it's...wo zai chi dong xi, because it is a continuing action.

- Please...carry on.

- So...I am eating.

I am reading. - I am leaving.

- Yes. "I am leaving" is another continuing action.

- What you need to know is that something may sound one way in Mandarin,

but means something else entirely.

- Yes. Erm...what Mr Windsor means is that...

Er...there is no verb conjugation in Mandarin.

- What Mr Windsor means is that we're often left in the dark,

desperately trying to find out what's really going on from the wider context.

Isn't that right...Mrs Windsor?

- Yes...that is often true.

- You need to get this lot in order, most sellable items at the front.

Stay smart for the photographer. yeah? - Will do, sir.

So...what have you got for me?

Can I interest you in something, miss? - I just came to see what all the fuss was about.

Yeah, it's interesting. - Isn't it?

When the paper gets here, this place'll be in full flow.

- Why are they not in class? - Special dispensation.

- Oh. I'm surprised Christine said yeah.

- Yeah.

- SHE SNIGGERS

- Yeah. Good luck with that.

- Are you going to the party later, miss?

- Sounds like you're asking me on a date. - Oh, no, no.

I just meant are you with the other teachers? - Relax, Darren. It's a joke.

- Ah, she bombed you out there, mate!

So who are you taking then, Darren?

- What, me? - Yeah.

- Nah. I wouldn't take any of the girls from this school.

- Yeah? Why's that, then? Too skanky for ya?

- They're frigid. They don't put out.

- You could have a point there, mate.

- Well?

I'm waiting.

- I just... I just wanted to go.

- Wanted to leave?!

Without saying...a word?

- Well, you have to admit, George, this isn't a good marriage.

- It is for me! You can't just do this after everything we've been through, everything I've given you!

- What you've done for me, George?! What have you done?!

This isn't the life you promised me,

being stuck here in this horrible little town and being nothing more than your housemaid.

- You should have said something. - It's boring!

- Sir, Mrs Abernethy wants the French worksheets.

- Yes, of course.

- Sir, can I get...? - Just...go!

Well... Where are you going?

- Don't take it out on the children, George!

- Now this chart here

shows just how bad inflation became in the Weimar Republic.

Now there is actually a photograph... - How are you going to fleece her? She's not stupid.

- She's stupid enough to give me her number.

- ..sweeping up banknotes. Am I boring you?

- No, miss. It's just our grandpa was always banging on about the war.

- Yeah, but we don't see him any more. - Well, let's see if you can't

put some of that knowledge to good use in your essays.

I shall look forward to reading them.

- What are you playing at mentioning him for?!

- Well, the Waterloo Junk-tion seems to be motivating everyone.

Simon's really making some progress.

- Yeah, I had my doubts, but you're right.

The kids are learning and hopefully they'll make some money for the school.

- THEY LAUGH

- He's really got through to Barry.

If he can keep him out of trouble, then it can't be bad. - Hmm.

Er...Connor, why aren't you in class?

- Mr Lowsley gave us the first two periods off to set everything up before we started trading.

- Yeah, he must have been too busy. He did mean to tell you.

- What, you knew about this? Ah, we were just talking about you.

- All good, I hope. - Two free periods to set up for trading?

- Ah, yeah, I was just on my way to... - You should have cleared it with me.

- You're right, sorry. - But it all seems to be going very well.

Just keep an eye it doesn't take up too much teaching time. - Absolutely.

Give me my bag, George. - In due time.

- I need it! - You'll get it back when we've talked properly.

- When have we ever talked, George?! You didn't marry me to talk to,

you married me to look at and you don't even do that any more.

- That is not true and it's not fair! - You are making me old, George!

And I want my own life back before it's too late.

- I had no idea you felt like this.

I'm not that bad, am I?

- I'm sorry, George.

I've got a job interview.

- Job? What job?

- Does it matter? - Well, of course.

This could be good. Us working together, I know it hasn't been great here.

- It's in London, George.

I'm going to go and stay with my cousin down there.

- You can't leave me!

- Oh... - You'll need these.

- What?! - Hmm? - That's my money, George! They're mine!

- I think it's a joint account. There's my name on here as well. - I worked hard... George!

What are you doing?! - I'll give you these back when you sit down and listen to me properly.

- You are a vile, stupid little man!

- You can't stay single for ever, Rhiannon. - Yeah.

Sonya said I need to put myself out there. - So, go and ask someone out then.

- Yeah... - But you're bottling it.

- Ask Rhiannon to the party.

- What?! - I just don't have enough confidence like you do.

- Move, you little creep! - Watch it! - Sorry. I didn't mean to. You all right? - Just move, will ya!

- Pathetic!

- What about him? He's all right.

- Him? Messing, aren't ya?

- There's worse looking.

- All right, come on, Cinders.

- Rhiannon's not frigid, she's desperate.

HE LAUGHS

- Yeah.

- So you going to ask her out, then?

- No, I'm holding out for something better.

- You are so beautiful.

But keep still.

- But boys never fancy me.

- They do, you probably just don't notice.

- They all love you. - Yeah, I know.

Not having a boyfriend isn't the end of the world, you know.

- Easy for you to say.

I just want what you and Kevin have got. - So go and get it.

Most boys are thick. You've got to tell them what they want.

Sonya said something like that. - Exactly.

- You're good to go, babes.

And now for the big reveal!

Ready? One, two, three!

- # My love must be a kind of blind love

# I can't see anyone but you. #

Go get your man!

- (Watch where you're going!)

- Do you want to go to the party with me?

Give me your phone.

Call me later, yeah? - Yeah.

- "I'm holding out for something better."

THEY LAUGH

- I only said it for a laugh. - Oh, yeah, course you did.

Or maybe she's not frigid like all the other girls.

But if she is giving her number out that easy...what else will she give?

- What?! - You're going to ask her for a picture

and then you're going to send it to me.

- I knew he'd be putty in your hands. - What you going to wear tonight?

- Don't know yet.

- PHONE BEEPS

- Is that him texting you already? - Nah.

- Yes, it is. How keen is he!

- Make sure you wear something tight in the right places. See you, babes. - See you later.

- Most plastic polymers aren't biodegradable,

which means they need far more processing to be recycled.

- Until then, the notion of a nation state didn't exist,

certainly not as we know it today.

Now, Piedmont is a very small state, but it's powerful,

it has military strength.

Victor Emmanuel rules with a parliament

and it has strong commercial treaties...

- TEACHERS' VOICES FADE

- Cavour does not want the Southern Italian states as part of the new unified Italy.

- Remember, keep your goals positive.

- Sorry, miss. - It's all right, Rhiannon.

Come on, try and catch up without too much disruption.

You look very nice. I hope that's not why you were late,

getting yourself all zhuhzed up. - Do you think it's too much?

- (You look lovely.)

PHONE BEEPS

Whoever that mobile belongs to, please, switch it off.

No mobiles allowed in class.

PHONES BEEP

Switch those phones off now!

LAUGHTER

I won't tell you again!

- George?

George?

- "Despair his winged path pursues,

"The anxious terrors hound him on -"

Schiller. From The Hostage.

Princess wants to leave me.

I don't know what to do, Christine.

- Oh.

Have you tried talking to her?

- It's like we're in different marriages.

I mean, why can't...

- DOOR OPENS

- Why can't she see how much I love her?

- Maybe if you just said you were sorry?

- For what?!

What have I done other than give her everything she could possibly want?

- She must love you or she wouldn't have married you.

You just need to talk things through. Take her out to dinner or something. She'll come round.

- Thanks...

- Hey.

It's our one-to-one.

- Oh. Yes, of course.

- What's happened?

You've left him already?

- I was going to, but he... - No, you can't change your mind!

- He locked my case in his cupboard. He cut up my credit cards.

He's trapped me. - He can't stop you.

- Yes, he can...and he has.

This is my life.

Stuck in this place, in this marriage.

- I'll get your case. - No, no, no. That's very sweet of you,

but I don't want you... - I want to help. - No!

I'm sorry.

Please, Kevin, I'm sorry. Please, let's look at your Mandarin.

LAUGHTER

- How bad is that?

- Come here. I shouldn't have sent you that picture.

- Nah, mate, nice one. Classy.

- No, I mean it's not right what you did.

- Not right?

OK, fair point.

You gave me something, so I owe you. - No, I don't... - Nah.

Here you go.

- I didn't mean... I mean, these are proper wrong!

- What, you want to see pictures of men or something? - No, obviously not.

- Very smart, Mr Barry. How's it all going with the launch?

- Good, miss. A lot of interest already.

- Keep up the good work.

- Hey, your girlfriend's here.

Oh, she's coming over. Tell her it's on for tonight.

- Are you all right? - All right?

- So...

- Those pictures are proper sexy.

- So we still on for the party later, then, yeah? - Yeah!

- See you later. - See you.

- LAUGHTER

You training Kacey tonight, then?

- Yeah, for an hour or so. - A whole hour?

- Yeah, the full 60 minutes.

- All this training can't leave you much time to yourself. - I manage.

- It must wreak havoc with your social life?

I mean, when do you get time off? - Have you got an problem with me training Kacey?

- No! No, no, no.

A little bit.

Training is meant to be fun, isn't it? Hmm? She looks knackered.

- She's not playing at this, Maggie. When she steps into that ring,

she needs to know that she's as strong and as prepared as the girl she's up against.

- Right, I'm sorry. I cannot keep my neb out.

I cannot help thinking though,

even Muhammad Ali must have had the odd day off?

- Yeah, hi. I'd like to book a table for two.

Erm...7:30?

- GIRL: - Can we come in yet, sir?

Come on.

- Any sign of the photographer yet?

- Not yet, no. - Shouldn't be too far away now.

COMPUTER BEEPS

- Oh, no.

Rhiannon.

- So, plastics are everywhere...

phones, computers, even the old pen...

- PHONE BUZZES

LAUGHTER

- ..and plastics, well, they are large carbon-containing compounds.

And oil is their carbon-rich raw material.

- What you all looking at?

Just jealous cos you look so boring?

COUGH: - Slapper!

- PUPILS COUGH: Slapper! Slapper! Slapper!

- Right, everybody just be quiet, please!

- Slapper! Slapper! Slapper!

- Rhiannon, sit back down! Will you be quiet!

- Slapper! Slapper! Slapper!

- Rhiannon, come back here!

- Can anyone tell me how Heaney uses imagery in this poem?

Anyone?

- Did you send my picture round?

Whoa! Did you?

- Miss! Miss! Miss!

- Enough! What's this about?

- Rhiannon!

It's OK, I'll get her.

- Chill out, sit down! Now. Quickly!

All right?

- Get lost, will you!

BOY: - There she is!

- Rhiannon!

Rhiannon, wait!

- Get away from me! - Rhiannon, wait!

Rhiannon.

Please open the door!

Come on, Rhiannon.

Please, Rhiannon?

It's all right, darling, no-one's judging you,

we just want you to be OK.

- Just leave me alone!

- It's all right, darling.

It's not as bad as you think.

Please open the door, Rhiannon.

- I thought you would have gone by now.

- How can I leave you, George?

Where can I go with nothing?

- Please give me one more chance. I know I acted badly,

but I can ring the bank, get you new cards.

Can we talk about this?

Tonight at dinner?

- We still checking out that gym tonight?

- Oh, actually...

I've just agreed to chaperone the party later, take the night off.

- I don't want to...

- Kacey. Your body needs time to recover.

- But I like... - It's not open for discussion.

Go home, chill out, watch a DVD.

But no eating sugary rubbish. - I won't.

- And no Raging Bull either.

- There won't be if I stay off those smoothies.

- Very funny!

- Rhiannon? You haven't got anything in there with you, have you?

Anything sharp?

- I just wanted him to like me.

You know, really like me.

- The people that matter really love you.

Just open the door, darling. - Nobody does.

Not after this.

I wish I were dead.

- Rhiannon, no. You don't mean that.

- I wish I were dead.

- Listen.

I'm going to fetch Mrs Mulgrew, OK?

Rhiannon?

- Are you sure you trust Barry Barry

to do an interview with a journalist?

- He's our lead guy, and he is articulate.

- That's what worries me.

- Quick, Rhiannon's locked herself in the toilets

and she won't open the door. - Why?

- I'm really sorry. I should have told you earlier.

I feel terrible, it's all my fault.

- It's all kicking off.

- Dynasty!

- That little creep Darren Hughes made Rhiannon send a picture.

Now everyone's seen it.

- Stupid kid. - Stupid dead kid when I get him.

So glad you're not like that.

I'm so lucky, aren't I? See you later, babes.

- See you.

Rhiannon.

- Rhiannon, open the door please.

Rhiannon, we can't talk about what happened if you stay in there.

Rhiannon...

- I didn't know she was going to do this.

- You didn't think, full stop.

You blurred staff-pupil relations.

Why are you on-line friends with her?

- We wouldn't known about this now if I wasn't, would we?

- Well, let's hope we find her before she does something even more stupid.

- Mrs Windsor? Hi, what can I get for you?

I have your bag. It's in my locker.

- How?

Oh, Kevin, thank you! And the tickets? Were they still there?

- Tickets?

- Tickets. Train tickets. For London.

I've got the chance for a job.

- Are you leaving?

Why you going to London? Where are you going to live?

- With my cousin.

That was the plan, but it's not possible now,

not without my credit cards.

Kevin, thanks, thanks for trying.

- I've got savings. It's not much, but...

- Kevin, I can't take your money.

- Please. I want you to.

- Thank you.

- Rhiannon, you OK?

- Rhiannon.

- She's here!

- Rhiannon, hold up!

- You're just going to tell me I'm a stupid tart

cos rest of the school has.

You know what? They're right. - No-one's judging you.

- Yeah, they are, they've all seen it. The whole school.

All had a good laugh.

- You need to tell me who you sent the picture to.

- I did it to myself. Nobody made me.

Stupid, stupid, Rhiannon who thought somebody fancied her.

Have you not had enough yet? Want to see the real thing, do you?

Do you?

- We're going to take care of you.

We're going to get you to Pastoral Care and get you cleaned up.

Everything is going to be OK. Get that camera down!

- Clear off.

Get out of here. You're disgusting!

- Right, everybody in quietly, please.

- You better sit down quick or Barry Barry'll have you.

- I'm covering Mr Singh's PSHE class today.

I believe he's been going through personal safety with you?

Don't touch those experiments in the back.

I've set them up for later class.

Nobody move!

Stay where you are! Stay where you are!

- You've gone too far.

What if she finds out?

- And who's going to tell her?

You? Cos if you do, we'll never see Larry again.

And it'll all be your fault.

- No, Lisa. I won't.

- Good afternoon. Come in, come in.

We're going to look at the 1848 Revolutions today.

And the legacy they left.

PHONE RINGS

Whose mobile is that?

Oh, sorry, it's mine.

Just think about that quietly, and I'll be with you in two minutes.

- Should never have started this stupid game, Lise.

- Moira?

- Audrey, lovely to speak to you at last!

- And you. How is your husband?

- Yes, my poor husband, he's really quite ill.

- I wish we could meet up.

- I'd love to meet up too, it's just, the cost of trains...

- Em, why you two little scallies not at your desks?

- I'll have to go now, Audrey.

- Wait!

What if I write you a cheque for two hundred pounds.

Would that cover it?

Just send me your address, Moira,

or your account details - either would do.

Just sit down!

Everybody, sit down now please!

- Shut up!

Sit down!

You too, sweet pea.

- Thank you, Barry.

So, from your handouts, trust,

openness, honesty, all good examples of a healthy relationship,

but what about unhealthy relationships?

I'd like you write down what they might look like.

- What you doing here, Barry?

- I asked him to help me carry some stuff from Mr Singh's room.

- Yeah, that's right.

- Ms Spark.

You've really turned things around. I'm impressed.

- It wasn't that hard, I suppose.

They just respond to a bit of natural authority.

- Good stuff. See you at the party, then?

- See you then, Twinkle.

- As much as I love to help a damsel in distress,

this is turning into a full-time job for me.

- Thank you, Barry.

- Thank you?

Is that all I get?

How about we up the pay?

- I'll think about it. - Yeah?

Don't take too long.

It could all get nasty very quickly.

Especially if old Twinkle finds out.

- Poor Rhiannon. I feel sorry for her.

- Aw. I do too.

Imagine. Everybody seeing you.

- What did she expect?

Seriously? Sending her picture out?

- She trusted him. She really liked him.

And she thought he really liked her. - Maybe she shouldn't have.

- I'm going to go find her.

- I thought he liked me,

but he was just setting me up.

- If I hadn't talked you into flaunting your...

- Rhiannon, I really need the name of the boy.

- Darren Hughes.

- Sonya, can you get Rhiannon back to class please while I find Mr Hughes?

- We've got a free now, Miss. I'll look after her.

- Thanks, Dynasty. Sonya, dig out Darren's mother's phone number.

- How you feeling?

- Great.

- You get yourself together.

I've got an idea. We'll get our own back...

don't you worry about that.

- Close your eyes, clear your mind.

I'm going to tap four of you on the shoulder.

You'll be the speakers.

The rest of you keep your eyes closed

and listen to the words very carefully.

You.

You.

You.

- You! Come with me!

Carry on.

You've no idea how much trouble you're in.

- I didn't even want the stupid picture. I didn't want any of them!

- I'll be notifying your mother.

- What you picking on me for?

We still OK for S5 truancy report? - Hm.

- Problem?

Goodness. How dreadful.

- Oh, you found him.

- I swear, those pictures - I didn't ask for any of them.

- You didn't delete them.

- Everybody shares!

- Not in my school, they don't!

Just go. I'll deal with you later. Darren?

If I ever catch you with images like that again,

I'll take you to the police myself.

- What's going on?

- I'm cancelling the party and calling an emergency assembly.

- You can't! - Watch me.

- I think it'll be a mistake to call it off.

- She's right. The team have worked too hard for this.

- I don't care about the stupid party.

But if we cancel, some of the kids are going to blame Rhiannon.

- This is how teenagers express themselves.

It's part of their sexual identity.

- Some of the girls in these pictures "expressing themselves" are kids,

Simon, underage kids!

I'm sorry, but the party's off.

- And straightaway the barriers'll go up.

Please, Christine, don't cancel.

- OK. But the emergency assembly is first.

- Thank you.

- I want some counselling put in place for Rhiannon.

The school owes her a duty of care, after all.

- Marvellous idea. - Glad you agree.

- All right, guys, come on, quickly, gym!

- You told everyone what we're doing, yeah?

- Yeah, yeah. They all know.

Hey, Kev.

- Is that your glad rags for the party?

- Yeah... I er...

I don't think I'm going to make it.

- Aw, you can't bail out now.

- What if someone hits on your beautiful girlfriend?

- I'm not in the party mood.

- Aw, babes.

- Besides, you know I can't dance.

- He's got a point.

- You'll have more fun without me anyway. - Come on. We've got to go.

- Call me later, yeah?

- Hi.

- Oh, Kevin? You have my bag.

- And my savings.

It's not much, that's three hundred quid.

- Thank you.

- I'm coming with you.

- Kevin, I really don't think you've thought this through.

- To be honest, I was planning a trip to London myself.

- Can I have my bag, please?

We can't be seen to be leaving together.

I have to see George first.

I'll get the ticket

and I'll meet you at the train station in, say, an hour?

- OK.

- Oh, and give me your phone number just in case I'm late.

- OK, there. - OK.

- OK. Train station. One hour.

- And, Kevin, thank you.

- Thanks.

Are we sure about this?

- Of course, they deserve it.

- Girls? There's like ten minutes to the bell. Go on, in the showers.

- Right. Everyone ready?

- What are you doing?

- Right!

Everyone calm down!

- Don't tell me to be calm.

They've got my image, illegally.

- Ah, listen to yourself - pathetic.

- Not that good anyway.

- Let's see how many likes he gets. - Miss! Tell them! - Enough!

I will not have this behaviour in my school!

You lot, go finish getting changed.

- No.

I want those pictures paid for or deleted.

- Now.

How can I reprimand the boys for their behaviour

when you pull a stunt like this?

- We were just trying to get our own back.

- I am so disappointed in you all.

Everyone can stay behind for an emergency assembly.

- So, what do you think?

- Yeah, great. You did good.

- Someone'll complain - you know weddings...

- I meant today. In class. Well done.

- Thanks. I think I've really turned a corner.

- I think you'll also turn a few heads. You look lovely.

Maybe we could try out a few dance moves later. - Maybe.

There's an emergency assembly, everyone.

You coming, Audrey?

- I don't know.

I fear you may have been right about Moira.

- What? Is she taking you for a ride?

- They are.

- Who are?

- All right, Miss?

- Oh, yes. Fine, thank you, Lisa.

- What?

- Lenny and Lisa Brown.

Embezzlement, at their age.

- The little so and so's.

What you going to do about it?

- They mentioned a grandfather.

Maybe I should give him a call.

- Good idea. I was terrified of mine.

- Indeed.

We had a very serious incident today.

- Where's Kevin?

- One of our pupils was put at risk through the stupidity...

of a few mindless people.

And she suffered very badly.

You might think it's all a bit of harmless fun, a big game.

It is nasty bullying,

and by sharing those images, you are all as guilty as each other.

It will not be tolerated.

- I agree. It's disgusting.

But you can't take everyone's phones off them.

- If the boys don't do it here, they do it after school.

- You going to get the girls to delete the pictures of us?

- Who'd want to see your little diddle?

Has anyone got zoom?

Girls, you need to know those pictures will gain you no respect.

- Dunno about that.

- I get sent pictures all the time.

Not that I asked for any of them, it's just happens.

- I was going to cancel your party.

I don't think you lot realise how serious this is.

Come on.

We are more than just a school - we're a community.

We need to work together, not girls versus boys.

If we want to achieve success,

all of us,

all of us are responsible for the culture under this roof.

From tomorrow, there will be random phone checks.

Anyone found with obscene images will be referred to the police.

No exceptions.

So, you'd better take out your phones, and delete those images now.

- I thought Rhiannon would've had more sense.

- It's not just her, though, is it?

Kids that age, they might look like adults, but emotionally,

they're all over the shop.

None of them think anything they do will have any consequences.

- I bet they're not the first teenagers to upset their elders.

- And teenagers, it's a bloomin' mine field.

- Christine didn't look too pleased, did she?

- Isn't always easy getting your house in order.

- This is not a marriage.

Not any more.

And you know it.

- I've taken you for granted, I know that. I'll do the housework...

- It's not about who does the housework.

- I love you. I love you!

- And I really like you.

But I'm not in love with you.

And you know that.

You know even if I stay, that won't change.

Goodbye, George.

- Princess, please, please don't do this.

Princess, wait.

Don't go! Please! We can talk about this.

We can do anything you want.

- PHONE BEEPS

Rhiannon?

- What do you want?

- I know you're probably going to tell me to get lost...

- Probably, definitely.

- But I'd love to take you to the party.

- This won't go away in a few weeks.

People are going to be laughing at me for years.

Those pictures will always be there.

I'm not walking into that party with you.

- I was going to sneak away today...

..like a coward.

And I thought I was a big man doing it.

I thought I loved you.

- You thought?

- But I could have just walked away.

That can't be love, can it?

I'm so sorry.

- Maggie told me.

Are you OK?

- "Love's torments sought a place of rest...

"..Where all might drear and lonely be."

- Schiller? - Goethe...

..actually.

I couldn't keep her, Christine.

The one good thing that's ever happened to me in my life,

I couldn't keep her.

So...

..it's like I'm Mr Drear and Lonely once again.

- Could I have your attention, please?

Welcome, everyone.

We thought we'd mark the opening of Waterloo Junk-tion

by throwing you a little party.

People have been so generous donating stuff to us

and the team have worked incredibly hard in bringing this all together.

- It's our pleasure, sir.

- So Waterloo Junk-tion belongs to us all,

and it'll only work if we're all involved.

It's a very exciting enterprise.

With your hard work and commitment, I'm sure it'll be a great success.

OK, everyone, enjoy, let's party!

MUSIC: "Thrift Shop" by Macklemore featuring Wanz

Well, come on then!

OK.

Miss Spark?

CHEERING

Come on!

- After years of teaching, you think you know kids inside out.

I really appreciated your help today.

- My help?

- I don't always have my ear to the ground the way you do.

Thanks.

- I love him.

- "Not having a bloke isn't the end of the world."

You told me that.

- Yeah, that's when I had one, though.

- You were right, though.

Please will you come to the party with me?

- No. I can't.

- If I can face it, so can you. Now, come on.

George, please call me. It's Christine.

George?

- I'm here to see my grandchildren.

Miss McFall brought me here because she thinks you are a troublemaker.

- And what are you going to do about it, you decrepit old git!

- You just won't be happy until you have everyone hating us!

- I am not giving you any more money.

- On one condition,

you give a little massage... - What?

- I am a teacher at your school.

- No, you're not, you're just a feeble old man in pyjamas.

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