Original subtitles

- I am a teacher at your school. - No, you're not.

You're just a feeble old man in pyjamas.

- Ban ji, zao chen. (Morning, school).

- I put my faith in you and you have let me down.

I need you to come through for me, and fast.

- I'm raising my fees. OK?

- I'll have you kicked out of here quicker

than your feet can touch the ground. - You wouldn't do that. - Try me!

- If you're just doing this to get at me, Connor, it's working.

- Yeah, that's it. Because it's all about you, isn't it?

- He's coming back to school. - ALL: Grantly's return!

# If you want to ride

# A rainbow, come with me

# I will take you... #

- All done?

This isn't going to be our life forever, you know?

We're going to do things. Lots of things.

- Cheltenham Festival. - Horse racing?

No, no, I mean...I mean...I'm talking about seeing the world.

All the historical sights.

The Hanging Gardens of Babylon.

- They were a poetic creation.

- What, you mean they're not real?

- No, but if they were, I'd like to see them with you.

- I love you, Grantly Budgen. You do know that, don't you?

- You really think giving up Mandarin to chop vegetables

is a good career move? - Mum, get off my case.

You know, I could give you a hard time. - Oh, is that right?

- Yeah, like the empty bottle of vodka I found in the bin last week.

- I did not drink a drop of that. It went straight down the sink.

- I know. Trust me, I always know when you've been drinking.

- LOUD MUSIC AND CHATTER

Oh. Right. Thanks. - Thought I'd save you the journey.

- I am not an invalid.

I think I can manage to walk to the local shop.

- Do you want some breakfast?

- Will you lot shut up!

MUSIC STOPS

I cannot hear myself think.

I'm sorry? - Why don't you sit down, I'll bring you toast.

Going back to work after a long break is not easy.

- I'm fine, there's no need to worry.

- Good luck, Kacey!

- Yeah, watch you don't get your brain scrambled, Kacey.

- Like yours is already, you mean?

I'm going to come back and wave my medal in your face.

- What medal?

- She wants to go for the Commonwealth Games.

She can do it, can't she, miss?

- It's going to take some doing, Kacey. - You said she was talented.

- Well, anything's possible, but...

Do you know what? It's good to have a goal. Yeah, why not?

- Kace reckons she's going to walk it today, Baz.

I reckon she'll get battered.

- Yeah?

- Oh, no, no, no. I don't mean she's not good or anything, I just mean...

- Shut up, you div. It's no contest - she will get battered.

The girl she's fighting has been boxing for ages.

Had proper training and everything.

Only thing I can do is make loads of money out of it.

Tell everyone she's going to win. Do you hear me?

- You don't want to be late for your first day back, sir.

- Come on, love. You can teach standing on your head.

- I don't want to go back any more. I can't do it. - You can.

- I can't do it. - Christine is expecting you.

You're not giving up 20 yards from the door.

- I think after nearly 40 years I've earned the right.

- Well, I don't want you to give up.

You have not been through hell these past few months

just to jack it all in.

Look at our kids. They look up to you.

Let's just get today over with.

- Suppose one day won't make any difference.

- Who knows what deadly bacilli are lurking in this place.

- Grantly! Lovely to see you.

- Thanks. Wish I could say the feeling was mutual.

- Oh, listen to him.

- Sorry, excuse me.

Have you cleaned in here? - Aye.

- Really? It doesn't look like it.

- I'm a cleaner, not a dishwasher.

- But surely part of your responsibility

is to tidy this room, is it not?

- I'm two cleaners down and all I've got is a wee lassie from Moldova.

I can't be everywhere.

- Might I remind you that you and your cleaning staff

are employed directly by the school?

- He's a pompous little...

- Excuse us, we need to have a word with Christine.

- To ease you back in, Maggie and I thought you might like to

help out with the National Schools Poetry Competition this morning?

- I thought Tom was doing...

I mean, I thought he'd done that.

- He didn't finish it.

And today's the last day to pick Waterloo Road's submission.

I've arranged for a presentation in the lecture theatre

after school and I need you to work your magic.

Get the poems up to scratch and then, pick the winning entry.

- He'll do a great job, Christine, won't you?

- Oh, of course. I don't mind playing St Jude for the day.

- Thanks, Grantly.

And it is really great to have you back.

- I'm sorry, Christine. He was mad keen to get back,

I don't know what's got into him.

- Are you sure he's not coming back too soon?

- He'll be fine once he gets a few lessons under his belt.

- Are you two out for a stroll or on your way to class? Out of the way.

- He's a stuck up so-and-so, that Windsor.

Don't you worry, Olga pet, he won't make a fool of me again.

Biggest mistake he ever made.

- Just talk to her. - I'm not saying she'll forgive you,

but she'll talk to you.

- And that'll make things a lot less awkward for us.

- Hi. - All right?

- Hi. I'm really looking forward to seeing Kacey box today.

- Don't talk to her. She doesn't want anything to do with you.

- I can speak for myself, Barry.

But he's right. I've got nothing to say to you.

- Commonwealth Games?

- I know, it's ambitious, but she's really up for it.

- Are you sure she's good enough?

It's not really your area of expertise, is it?

- I know I'm no coach, but I know talent and ambition when I see it.

- But as you say, you're no coach.

- Sorry I'm late. Just supervising the boxing ring being delivered.

We're all set. - Just remember the PTA aren't too happy about it.

- It's going to be a great event. It's all down to Nikki here.

Kacey's going to do us proud.

- I know she will. - Long term, she's going to need financial backing.

- I've got a student council meeting today.

I'll put fund-raising for her on the agenda.

- Well, we can discuss that at a later date.

Nikki, I hope it all goes well. Thank you.

Simon, NQT observations.

I haven't had a chance to see one of Sue's classes yet.

How's she doing? - No problems.

Really hitting the ground running.

- Moving forward, let's hope we'll all be on the same page.

Indeed, singing from the same hymn sheet.

- That's the first time I've seen you smile since Princess left.

- Was that a smile? I suppose it was.

- Well, I'm assuming Mr Clarkson has filed your poems somewhere.

- We haven't even wrote them yet, sir.

- Right. Well, the general rule of poetry used to be simple.

Nowadays, practically anything passes as poetry.

- Do you mean like pop songs? - And rap.

- Rap?!

I am not reading any of 'dat' rubbish.

Just remember, it's easiest to write about something you know well,

that you care about.

- Sir, can I use my laptop?

- Providing it's used appropriately,

and there's no copying from the Internet.

- We want to determine the order of the reaction in respect to...

- DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

LAUGHTER

- ..in respect to the hydrogen ions.

Now, as you know, iodate...

- MUSIC PLAYS LOUDER

- As you know, the iodate ions are an oxidising agent...

..which reacts with sulphate ions in acidic solution...

- MUSIC PLAYS LOUDER

- ..solution to, to produce...

- Miss, are you going to let them do that?

- If they don't want to learn, then that's their business. - No, but I do.

And I won't if you can't control them! - Ooooh!

- I'm better off teaching myself.

- Oh, pass the sick bag!

- Er...I've just realised I've left something in the staffroom.

- Jobcentre opens at ten, miss!

- Right! I'd like to hear a few opening lines, if possible.

Lula, you've had technological support. Anything?

- I'm still doing my research.

Harley's finished.

- Mr Taylor, let's hear it. Right, pin back your lug holes, everyone.

Here comes Waterloo Road's Simon Armitage.

- "For you.

"If I could pray your pain away, I surely would.

"If I could hold you fast until your fear had passed,

"I'd try.

"If I could cry your weary..." - Stop!

Perhaps Mr Clarkson didn't make it clear,

but entries for the competition must be original pieces of work.

Copying and pasting from the Internet is strictly verboten.

- I didn't copy it.

- You can't kid a kidder, son. I saw you on that thing.

- I was helping Lula. I did this! I did, didn't I?

- Sir, he... - Enough! I don't want to hear it!

Heads down. You've got until break.

HE LAUGHS

CHATTERING

- Let's look ahead.

I'm talking about our futures.

Life, death, marriage.

- Are you OK, miss? - Absolutely, never better.

I mean, I know what I want to do with my life.

- Give up teaching?

- No, Imogen. Get married.

I am having the works - vintage car, church,

sickeningly expensive dress...

- Aw, that sounds amazing.

- It's all set. I'm going to be a princess.

- I thought marriage was about how much you love someone

and not about how you look.

- Mr Lowsley is my dream man and he wants me to look my best.

- Just like when he first saw you, miss?

"In the unlikely event of crashing into the sea,

"please blow into this whistle to keep the sharks away."

- Actually, Barry, you've got the moves all wrong.

"Passing the jacket over your head, pass the straps around your waist.

"Once outside the aircraft, the jacket can be inflated

"by pulling down on the toggles.

"A light and a whistle are provided to attract attention." Toot-toot.

- SHE GIGGLES

- "There was a young man from Leeds

"who swallowed a packet of seeds.

"He grew some grass on his underpass

"and couldn't fart for weeks."

- Thank you, Pam Ayres.

I don't think infantile limericks was what Mr Clarkson had in mind.

- Sir, I've finished mine.

It's called Scream.

"My blood runs to keep you warm and fill your belly.

"My skin twisted in pain, like a newborn baby.

"My pain is your gain.

"A life lived short like a butterfly and squashed like a bug.

"Hear my scream."

- That was...rather good.

I would tone down some of the similes,

but the message of the poem is clear.

Perhaps a little too clear.

Right, well, get on with it, everyone, we haven't got long.

Good effort.

Lula, Ted Hughes - amazing powers of observation.

Try and capture some of that in yours. Without copying.

BELL RINGS

- Harley, wait! Harley!

- Hiya, love. How are you feeling?

- Your little effort at breaking me in gently isn't working.

Complete waste of time.

So far, I've had one decent effort, plagiarism and a bunch of limericks.

SHE WHISPERS: - Am I expecting too much of him?

- SHE WHISPERS: - Keep pushing him. He'll come round.

- Entrer, entrer dans la salle de classe.

- Oh, my God! Who did that?

- Someone doesn't like you, sir.

- Quiet!

Right, suivez-moi.

- Sir, it's too hard.

- Just use words that express your feelings.

- I have done.

- "Swag, swag, swag on you.

"Chillin' by the fire while we eatin' fondue."

CHUCKLING

- Sir, is that not a Justin Bieber song?

- I've had enough plagiarism for one day.

Look, WH Auden, one of the greatest writers of the 20th century,

said that a poet is, before anything,

someone who is passionately in love with language.

Now, I am no Auden, but I have always loved words.

Their diversity,

their malleability,

their "mall-e-ability."

Above all else, their sound.

Rhiannon, what's your favourite word?

- Doughnut.

- We all know "money" is yours, Barry. - Too right.

I'm running a book on the boxing match.

- Right, let's make a start. I want everyone to make

a list of their favourite words. No profanities.

- What's your favourite word, sir?

- Me, I like cacophonous words.

Words that have a harsh or unpleasant sound.

- Like what?

- Putrid, puke, pustule,

prat, prude, pickle, pimple, poppycock.

And that's just the Ps.

- Christine, we've got a problem. - I need to talk to you.

- EVERYONE SHOUTS

Wait out there!

This better be good.

- That cleaner has exacted her revenge by dumping rubbish all over my desk.

I had to remind her of her duties this morning

and I don't think she took too kindly to the rebuke.

- Did you actually see her do it? - No, but it's obviously her.

- You don't know that. It sounds like kids playing a trick.

- They wouldn't dare. She would. She's just the type.

- And what type is that?

- I think you should just get rid of them all.

In Japan, you know, children clean their own schools.

- George, you're annoyed.

But there's a class out there that should be in a lesson.

- Sponsored clean.

We should get the children to raise money by cleaning the school.

It's genius. I can see a twinkle in your eye.

I think you're hot on the idea, are you not?

- Take it to the school council.

If they think it has any merit, I will think about it.

- Right, I shall.

- After you've finished teaching that lot.

- Of course.

Allons-y!

- Right, you've all got a copy of the agenda. Item one is...

- Sir, I'd like to add something to this. It's about Miss Spark.

- Miss Spark. What about her?

- Well, she can't teach, for one.

This morning she spent the full lesson talking about marriage

and showing us her "skills" as a flight attendant.

- Well, Miss Spark's lessons is not on the agenda, so...

- Yeah, but we really think that somebody should...

- It's not on the agenda, OK?

Can we just move on?

Dynasty?

- Our Kacey's boxing gear. It's dead scabby.

If she's going to be in the Commonwealth Games,

then she needs some proper equipment. - That's really soon.

- Yeah, so? She's good enough.

- Yeah, we'd all agree with that, Dynasty.

I think what we should do is...

- Wait out here, in absolute silence.

I wonder if I could address the school council?

- Well...

- I'd like, if I may, to pitch a little idea of mine to you

to raise much-needed school funds.

And the idea is...

a sponsored clean of the school.

- THEY CHUCKLE

- A sponsored clean? - Yep.

Kill two birds with one rock - raise money and get a nice, clean school.

- Right.

Let's put it to a vote, shall we?

Anybody want to put on rubber gloves and scrub floors?

No?

- This is not good. You're capable of way better than this.

- Miss, I've had no time.

- I'm sorry to interrupt. Can I borrow Kacey? Pre-fight routine.

- See what all that training's leading to?

A five-year-old could've done that.

- She's trying her best. Aren't you?

- I'm sorry.

I'm just a bit up to here with everything at the minute.

- I'll make sure she gets it done properly. Come on.

- Miss, I've left my homework in my locker.

- Oh, here we go, another Jackanory.

- What? - Nothing, go and get it.

SCHOOL BELL RINGS

Psst! Barry!

I'll have 50 quid on the other girl.

- You sure?

- I've heard she's got arms longer than my small intestine.

- Right, well, 50 quid it is. Evens.

- I'll give you the money later.

- How much did he bet? - Enough.

- Is Kacey going to get slaughtered?

- No! And I'll be the one doing the slaughtering

if I hear you repeat that.

- Sir, can I have a word please?

- I hope you haven't come to protest your innocence again? - No.

Barry's just trying to rip you off. You know, with the boxing.

- How do you mean? - Kacey's going to win. Barry knows the other girl.

He's just threatened her to make her lose.

- I don't care if you didn't do it. Get it cleaned, please!

Thank you.

- At least you're smiling now

and not shouting cos Budgen didn't like your little poem.

- Yeah, whatever, Darren! - "Oh, little poem I wrote." Boo-hoo.

- Shut up, Darren. I'm not joking.

- What is it with you and Old Cherry Face anyway?

It's like he's your granddad. - I said shut up, all right?

- Hey, hey, hey, break it off. Break it off, you two.

What do you think you're playing at? You, over there.

You, outside.

I have got enough on my plate today

without you two trying to knock lumps out of each other!

- Darren's been winding me up about my poem.

- The one you've been doing with Mr Budgen? - He says I've copied it.

- And did you? - No, I spent ages doing it.

I'm not bothered. Budgen thinks I'm a liar, so what?

- Harley, he doesn't. He's just...

He's not himself today.

I tell you what, I'll have a word with him.

Give me the poem, I'll make sure he reads it.

- I can't. I've chucked it away.

- CHATTERING

Here.

I've got your money.

50 quid...on Kacey.

- Kacey? I thought you were betting on the other...?

- You thought I was born yesterday. Got a problem with that?

- No, no. 50 on Kacey.

Good luck.

- Hiya, love.

Listen, I've just had a word with Harley

and he's pretty upset about that poem of his.

- That's because it's not his poem. He lifted it off the Internet.

- He says he didn't.

- I know a fraud when I see one!

- OK, you don't have to bite my head off.

- I'm having this in the staffroom.

- I thought I told you to back off Miss Spark.

- I did, but then she went off on one.

If you ask me, she's a bit, well, you know...

cuckoo.

- He's protecting her. - I would do the same for you.

- But she's wrecking our chances of getting into uni.

- Hey, how's Kacey doing?

- I'm not hungry. I'll see you later.

- Yeah, all right, see you later.

- I've a feeling she's not going to forgive you.

- Maybe it's time to move on, mate.

- Thank you, yes, I'll read it now.

- Sir, can I talk to you about Harley?

- Finally!

A decent piece of work.

Having one of those days?

- Sorry?

- It gets easier, believe me.

- Why don't they listen?

All this chattering and questions...

I just want to teach science to people that want to learn.

- You walk into the room. You look confident.

You give them the scowl.

Never smile before half term.

- I've tried that. It lasts about two seconds.

- Don't answer questions like, "Where do you get your top, miss?"

or "Are we doing something good today, miss?"

Let the room go silent.

Have something prepared, something simple that they can't question.

- You make it sound so easy.

- Well...nearly 40 years of experience.

But then, once in a blue moon,

you uncover a diamond.

- I thought that it might give him the lift, but it hasn't.

- Well, give him a chance. He's coming back to this lot.

Walk in the corridor!

- I know, I just worry that he's going to give up on life,

on everything.

- Well, you've got to convince him that there is life

beyond this place,

beyond that machine he hooks himself up to. - Yeah.

Listen, you better get off.

- Maggie, I know you'll think of something.

- We should do more of these bouts, miss, it's good practice.

- It is, yeah.

- Do you think I'll lose?

I'm only joking. No worries, eh?

- None.

And you've got the whole school backing you.

- Are you not a little bit nervous?

- Why would I be nervous?

You've got what it takes, in here and in here.

Remember that.

- I had to defend you earlier at the student council.

Imogen Stewart told everyone about your here-comes-the-bride lesson.

- Yeah, I was telling them about our wedding.

- You spent half the lesson talking about it. - They liked it.

Even Barry, I think.

- Are you serious? Sue, you have to get a grip.

Our jobs could be on the line if anyone finds out.

- Ooh, worried about your precious career.

- Of course I'm worried about...

Are you OK?

- No, I've had to put up with Barry and now you're having a go at me.

- You know what I mean.

Have you taken something?

Get up.

We're just heading to the boxing.

- You know, I'm afraid I find public displays of aggression

a little difficult to take.

I mean, we preach tolerance, non-violence...

- It'll take a bit more than your silver tongue

to get pupils scrubbing floors.

- Nothing wrong with a silver tongue.

- Aren't you supposed to be supervising the cooler?

- France? - Food's horrible.

- What about Greece?

- You can't put paper down the toilet after you've done your business.

I'm not having that.

CHEERING

MUSIC: "Do It Like A Dude" By Jessie J

- Good afternoon and welcome to this flyweight challenge boxing match.

- CHEERING

How many did you take?

Sue, how many? - Two, I think.

- You think?

Can you imagine if Christine had seen you this spaced out.

- I'm sorry, OK? But you weren't there. They were horrible to me.

- Look, just stop crying, all right, somebody might come in.

I thought you were done with these months ago.

You said all that anxiety was behind you.

- It is. They were leftover from before.

I hate this school!

I hate everything about it!

- I want a nice clean fight. Touch gloves.

- Kacey, come here, come here.

You can do this, all right? You can do this.

- Round one!

FIGHT BELL RINGS

CHEERING

- Come on, Kacey!

Kacey, move away from her!

Move away from her!

- You, no holding, no holding.

Box on!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

- Get away from her! Move away!

- You OK? One...two...three...

- She hardly touched me!

- ..four...five...six...seven...

eight. Sure you're OK? Box on.

- I think coffee only works with alcohol.

- We've got to try something, just keep drinking it.

I've got to get to the boxing.

- You must hate me.

- No, I don't hate you.

But we're getting married and you're hiding stuff from me.

- What are you going to do?

Simon...

- FIGHT BELL RINGS

- Spit it out.

- She's really strong.

- You're already really behind on points.

I should stop it.

- No way. You can't do that.

Did you see that?

- What? - Did you see what he just did?

- Ignore him.

Concentrate.

- CHEERING

FIGHT BELL RINGS

- Where have you been?

- I...I got caught up in something. I'll tell you after.

SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMENT

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

- That's enough.

- FIGHT BELL RINGS

- Enough, enough now. - Leave me alone.

You stitched me up.

- Yeah, I did. You're not very good

at telling when people are lying to you, are you, sir?

I told you the truth about my poem and you didn't believe me, did you?

I lied about Kacey and you did.

- Poor Kacey getting shown up like this in front of everyone.

- I'm an idiot.

A complete and utter idiot.

- Well, you have your moments.

- Book the holiday - anywhere, I don't care.

- Where are you going? - To see a boy about a poem.

- Well, Nikki clearly overplayed her abilities.

- That's a bit harsh.

- What were you going to tell me about earlier?

- Nothing, it doesn't matter.

- I'm going to check on Kacey.

- OK, settle down.

Well, let's hope all that violence hasn't dulled your senses.

We seem a bit thin on the ground, where is everybody?

- Everyone's still in gym, miss.

- Audrey, could I have...? Sorry, Miss McFall.

Could I have a word with Harley, please? - Yes, of course.

- Harley...

..I owe you an apology.

A big one.

Your poem.

Can you tell me something about it?

Where you got your inspiration?

- There was a clue in the title - "For You".

- Wait a minute.

You're saying that you wrote that for me?

- Well, Mr Clarkson said to write a poem about someone I look up to.

Someone I USED to look up to.

You were the one who got me into reading.

- Hmm. Catcher In The Rye.

Right, what have you done with that poem?

- I've thrown it in the bin, in the toilets.

- Yeah, but you remember it off by heart?

- No. I don't care about the stupid competition anyway.

- It's all my fault.

I've been telling her she's the best thing since tinned peaches all week.

Don't say nothing, Kevin. - No, I wasn't going to...

I thought she did really well for her first fight.

- How's she going to face everyone after that?

- OK, everyone, make your way back to class, please.

- We want Kacey!

We want Kacey!

We want Kacey! Come on! We want Kacey!

- ALL: We want Kacey! We want Kacey! We want Kacey! We want Kacey!

CHANTING CONTINUES

CHANTING CONTINUES OUTSIDE

- Hear that?

- No, I don't believe it.

- ALL: We want Kacey! We want Kacey!

- They're shouting for you. Come on.

- No way. I'm not showing my face in there.

- They want to see you. To tell you how well you did,

and how proud they are of you. Like I am.

- ALL: We want Kacey! We want Kacey! We want Kacey! We want Kacey!

She lost.

CHEERING

- OK, OK.

Kacey, today, without any formal boxing training,

you got in that ring with someone much more experienced

and showed us all a thing or two about guts and determination.

- CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

- And so, we are going to work hard to make sure

you get professional coaching.

- CHEERING

- Mr Windsor has come up with an excellent idea.

I'm looking for ten volunteers to take part in the first ever

school sponsored clean, starting today.

I'm going to kick it off by sponsoring those ten people £5 each.

So come on, who's up for it? - Yup, I'm in.

- Kevin, thank you.

- I'll do it, miss, if the money's going to our Kacey.

- You have my word, every penny earned from this scheme will go to Kacey.

- Stop! The bin from the boys' toilets, which one?

- Er...let me think. One of the black ones, I think.

- Oh, ha-ha, very funny. Look, I'm looking for something very important.

Do you happen to remember the position that the

refuse from the boys' toilet was placed?

- Hang on, I've written it down somewhere...

Sorry, lost it.

Whatever it is you've lost, you better hurry up and find it.

That lot's going to the tip this afternoon.

- PHONE RINGS

- Hello, Mr Dinesh.

- Sorry, miss, you're not allowed phones in class.

- Yeah? Uh-huh.

What, now?

We'll be with you in an hour.

Thank you, Mr Dinesh, thank you, thank you, ta-ra!

- I'm fine, I just needed a snack.

Have you told anyone?

Good job I had a free period.

- Sue, you bring every problem to me from now on, yeah?

- Grantly!

What are you playing at? I've been looking all over for you!

- I'm looking for Harley's poem.

- Have you gone doolally or what? Get out of there!

- I've got to find it.

- Grantly, the hospital called - Mr Dinesh. - What did he want?

- Oh, nothing much. He only wants to give you a new kidney!

We have to go straight away. - What, now?

- Yes, now, Grantly, now!

Get out of there before your blood pressure goes through the roof!

- But, I... - Listen, listen, Grantly - this is it. A new kidney!

It's what we've been waiting for!

- It's good news, it's brilliant news...

Give me two minutes. I know it's in here somewhere. - What?

- I believe you made a bit of money out of Kacey today?

- I've not had a bad day, yeah.

- So you'll be helping her out with sponsorship?

- You are joking, aren't you?

If she wants to get herself brain-damaged, that's up to her.

You should never have let her in that ring.

- I let her down, I know that.

But I'm not going to just abandon her.

- You know, I might fork out for a few plasters for her next fight.

- I thought you Barrys stuck together?

Kacey's got guts.

To lose like that and then come back and face people...

I couldn't have done it.

- Grantly, we have got to get going!

- Keep looking! I can't let the lad down again.

- You have a kidney waiting for you! It's a stupid poem!

- It's not stupid to him. He's put his heart and soul into it.

- Right, fine, don't mind me.

All the worrying I've been doing, all the sleepless nights.

You know something, Grantly Budgen, you can go on holiday yourself.

You can just... - Hey, I've got it!

- Good. Now, can we please get going?

- I need two A's and a B.

I've no chance if she keeps teaching us.

- Mum will listen to us, but we need backup.

- Thanks for giving our Kacey that support before.

- No problem.

- It doesn't mean we're best mates or nothing.

- No...at least we can talk.

- Oi...me and Connor are going to make an official complaint

about Miss Spark. Are you in?

- Is there a problem over there? - Nope.

- BELL RINGS

- Right, off you get, the pair of you. I will sort the poetry competition.

- We've had such a great response. And real quality.

- Grantly, let somebody else do it.

- The winning entry.

It's the best bit of writing I've seen in years

and it's Harley Taylor's, so I would like a bit of a fuss made.

- Of course. - Just let me announce the winner and then we'll go, I promise.

- We need to be at the hospital.

- This is brilliant. - Oh, yeah. There's more. Look...

Lula...Lenny Brown.

Even Darren Hughes has a talent for rhyming.

- You've certainly got your mojo back, Grantly.

- OK, half an hour, then hospital.

- Yes! Right, see you in the lecture theatre. - See you there.

- And what are you lot up to?

- We're going to speak to Mrs Mulgrew. Student council business.

- What's so important?

- We're making a complaint against Miss Spark.

- Why, what's she done? - She's not really teaching us properly.

- She can't teach, more like.

- Come on, it's nowt to do with you.

Right, I'll let the hospital know that you'll be there about...

What are you doing? - Sue needs my help.

- She's a big girl, Grantly. She doesn't need you to sort her out.

- She's a kid. Christine will have her out.

- If she's not up to the job, then she should get the push.

- You don't believe that and if you do, you're not the woman I married.

Take those, I'll sort Sue out. I'll be back in two minutes.

- Don't run!

- We don't want to get Miss Spark into trouble, but...

- No, no, you did the right thing coming to me.

Keep this to yourselves, though. I'm sure you understand

how delicate the situation is.

Thank you. - Thanks.

- What was that about?

- A delegation...

against Sue.

- Yeah, what were they saying?

- She's allowing Barry to disrupt every class, no homework set,

books not marked. - She's a young teacher.

Come on, we've all been there.

What are you going to do? - I'm going to take a look for myself, Simon.

- You, sit there.

The rest of you,

not...one...word.

Now, Miss Spark, do you have a worksheet?

- Yes. I was just about to hand it out.

- Excellent.

Lots to do here.

Now, Miss Spark has carefully prepared your task this lesson

and I want to hear from her that it has been completed

to the highest possible standard.

- I think we should take this the official route,

do a proper performance management review.

- See you in a minute. - Yeah, great.

That process takes time and if she's a complete incompetent,

I need to know now.

- Well, she seems to have everything under control.

- In this classroom, yes.

- You know it's Barry that's the problem. If we sort him out...

- It's Sue's responsibility to manage her classroom.

I'll be keeping a very close eye on her.

- The harder you rub, the more streak-free the shine.

Oh, Mr Windsor's asked me to help out.

I was in charge of cleaning at the fish factory I worked at.

- How very resourceful of him.

Can I have a quick word?

About Miss Spark.

I will be keeping a very close eye on things,

but I'm asking you to give her a little bit more time.

Look, if things don't improve, action will be taken.

You have my word.

- Nice bit of head teaching today.

But I'm still doing Home Economics.

- As I seem to be on something of a roll with money-saving ideas,

why don't we simply swap Miss Not-very-bright Spark

for a PE teacher? - Have you forgotten who her father is?

We're going to have to wrap her in cotton wool.

- What in the name's going on here?! What're you doing with our gear?!

- The school's filthy. We're trying to clean it. - Thank you, Sonya.

We're just trying a little experiment, Annie.

The pupils are going to be helping out with some of the cleaning.

- What?! No, they are not!

- They're being sponsored. It's for a really good cause.

- Aw, that's nice. What is it? Starving children?

- No, it's for Kacey Barry and her boxing training.

- I always knew you were a stuck-up cow, Mulgrew,

but I didn't know you had mutton for brains.

Right, come on, Olga, out of here! Olga, come on!

- Good riddance to bad rubbish.

- Harley, are you not coming to the presentation?

- No. - Please...for me?

- You think you're going to win?

- It's all here - gym work, training programme, but...

..take a look at this.

- America! Residential?

- Well, it's where the best training is.

- I'll have to think about it, miss.

- I don't want what happened today to ever happen again.

I feel totally responsible for that.

- Yeah, but America. We'll have to scrub a lot of floors

to pay for that.

- Kace...

Look, I'm sorry about what happened earlier.

Old Budgen, he put 50 quid on you to win.

He must've seen all that natural talent you've got for fighting.

I thought maybe you could put it towards your sponsorship

or whatever.

It's yours. Go on.

Go on, take it.

- That's really generous, thank you, Barry.

So...are you going to go for it?

- Yeah, of course I am.

Sorry, miss. - It's all right.

- You saved my life today. You're amazing.

- I think you better take a seat. Take the weight off your ego.

- Afternoon, everyone.

Mr Tom Clarkson entered this poetry competition

because he believed in the talent of young people.

And he was right.

Mr Budgen, our most experienced English teacher,

has in his possession...

Well, I'll let him tell you for himself. Mr Budgen.

- This is a fantastic body of work.

My congratulations to all who entered the competition.

I'll be honest with you -

I didn't feel like coming back to work today.

And had it not been for a certain person pushing me,

quite literally on occasion,

I wouldn't be standing here now.

To the competition.

I have an apology to make to the author of this.

It is so good

I didn't believe he wrote it.

But he did.

I just hope he can forgive an old dog who's run out of tricks.

The winning poem - "For You", by Harley Taylor.

I know it off by heart anyway.

"For you.

"If I could pray your pain away, I surely would.

"If I could hold you fast until your pain had passed,

"I'd try.

"If I could cry your weary tears' well dry,

"I'd weep.

"But all I have are words

"and words alone.

"But these few words

"I've hewn

"from dank and unyielding pits.

"And torn by wretched, tattered hands

"in charcoal dark from bitter, brittle stone."

ECHOING: - I love you, Grantly Budgen. You do know that, don't you?

- ECHOING: - I love you, Grantly Budgen.

- ECHOING: - I love you, Grantly Budgen.

- "These are my words.

"And I have polished them.

"For you."

- I told you, you'd overdone it today.

Grantly?

Grantly! Grantly!

Grantly! Christine!

Help me! Wake up! Somebody do something!

Please, somebody help!

Can somebody help me, please?!

Can somebody help me, please?!

- # I should be crying

# But I just can't let it show

# I should be hoping

# But I can't stop thinking

# All the things I should have said

# That I never said

# All the things we should have done

# But never did

# All the things we should have given

# But we didn't

# Make it go away. #

- Tariq's covering the PE lessons this week. Mainly, of course,

he's whipping you into shape.

- Have you sent off your Hedgewick application yet? - I'm not applying.

- This is a brilliant opportunity for you.

- Are you new?

- It's me, it's Eve.

- As well as the uniforms, we can have an original austerity Britain.

- I've told you, you're not going!

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