Original subtitles

Don't talk to her. - He's right, I've got nothing to say to you.

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

- 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.

So come on, who's up for it?

- Princess, wait. Wait, no.

Don't go. Don't go.

Don't go. - You said she was good. - I said she had potential, but...

- I found something that I'm good at. I won't give up.

America? Residential?

- So? Are you going to go for it?

- Of course I am!

- Grantly? Grantly? Grantly!

- CHURCH ORGAN PLAYS

Hey, are you all right?

- Aw, Mum, please! I'll never ask for anything else ever again.

- Kacey, would you give it a rest? You're not going to America.

- But the school are funding it, the training and the travel

and everything. It won't cost you a penny.

- It's not about the money. - What is it, then?

- Why boxing, eh? What happened to the football?

You were mad about that five minutes ago. - I still am. But boxing's different.

- You'll end up with a face like a bust satsuma and brain damage.

- But I love it. And I'm all right at it.

I could be good. Like, really good.

- I've said no. - Miss Boston says... - Do you know what? I don't care what she says! - But Mum...

- Just leave it, Kacey, all right? You're not going. End of.

Look, you should be at Mr Budgen's funeral,

not talking about this nonsense.

- SHE CLEARS THROAT

- I used to feel like it was one of my biggest regrets

that I'd met Grantly too late to have a family.

Then I realised we did have one.

We had all of you.

And they say you cannot choose your family, but WE did.

We chose Waterloo Road as ours.

Now, I know that some of you looked up to Grantly as a dad.

And, grumpy old bugger that he was, he didn't always show it,

did he, mm?

But you were all his kids.

And he loved you.

- CHURCH ORGAN MUSIC

- 'Thanks for coming. It really means a lot.'

- Don't mention it, Mrs B.

- I've made up your old room. - Cheers.

- You all right, Miss?

- Yeah.

Hey, Tariq. Have you met our Paralympic hopeful yet?

Rio is not going to know what's hit it.

- I don't know about that.

- Sorry, this is Kacey.

- Hey. - Hi. - Tariq's covering the PE lessons this week.

Well, mainly, of course, he's whipping you into shape. Thanks for doing this for us.

- What else am I going to do with a week off? Boston says they're not working you hard enough.

- Well, if there's anyone that can get you ready for the States, it's this man.

- Right, I'll catch you in the gym.

- So, have you spoken to your mum about it all?

Has she signed the application forms? - Yeah.

- Great. You excited?

- Yeah.

- Cool.

- You know it takes four hours,

and afterwards you have to put it in a massive grinder.

- Darren Hughes, give me that!

- What, Miss? It's science!

- Show some respect, for goodness' sake.

Are you OK?

You did very well today, both of you.

He'd be very proud.

It'll get easier. I promise.

- You know, I wish you'd take the rest of the day off. - Honestly, I don't need to.

- Are you sure about that?

- Grantly was in a lot of pain in his last few months.

He got very good at hiding it.

He's not suffering any more. There's only one thing I need right now.

- What's that? - A good bit of graft.

- Mrs Barry, it's Nikki Boston.

I just wanted a quick word about travel arrangements for the training camp.

If you could give me a call back.

- Have you sent off your headship application yet?

- I'm not applying. - What? - I'm not going to undermine Christine. Not at a time like this.

- Simon, this is madness. This is a brilliant opportunity for you.

- My responsibility is to the pupils. What this school needs now is cooperation, not competition.

- What this school needs is a decent head.

- That's why I've got to support her, for the sake of everyone else.

- I'm really looking forward to Double Biology, Miss!

Sex education today, innit?

- Get to class, Barry. I'll pop in later and check his hormone levels aren't raging out of control.

- Simon, I can control my own class.

- Yeah, you're all right, aren't you? You know, you're not popping any pills?

I'm just trying to help.

- You need to be worrying about your own career, not mine.

- PHONE MESSAGE TONE

"Mrs Barry, it's Nikki Boston. I just wanted a word about travel arrangements for the training camp."

- What?!

- SHE SIGHS

- Make yourself at home.

- I tried to. Couldn't find a corkscrew.

So, how was it?

- Very sad.

- How's the widow?

- Maggie is OK, I think. She's a trooper.

- Yes, there are other members of staff, of course, who've suffered a loss.

Who need your compassion.

- Yes, George, we're all still feeling your pain.

- Coach and Horses at eight?

- I've just been to our colleague's funeral!

- It would be a simple act of human kindness, Christine.

Two people finding comfort.

- Not interrupting anything, am I? I thought we had a meeting.

- Yes. Performance tables?

- Absolutely.

- Hey, that's a foul, yeah? No pushing.

- Play!

SHE BLOWS WHISTLE

Right!

You do that one more time, you're going straight to the cooler.

Play!

Hey, don't be afraid to yell.

- I ain't no teacher.

- You are to them.

TEXT MESSAGE ALERT

I've got a visitor in the office.

I think it might be Kacey's mum. so are you all right to just...? - Yeah, course.

- Where is she? I got your message. Is it Carol Barry or...?

- Oh, no. It was this young lady that wanted to see you.

- Oh, did you? Are you new?

- Sort of.

It's me.

It's...Eve.

- BELL RINGS

What are you doing?

- I'm sorry.

- Is everything all right?

- Eve! Wait a sec.

Please.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

- Here, what's this about travel arrangements?

- Can you give me a minute?

- No, I want to know what you're playing at!

Cos I've already told her

there's no way in hell she's going to some fighting camp.

- Can you wait in there, please?

OK, it's this way, Mrs Barry.

- Kacey! - Sorry.

- Hey, I always reckoned I should go pro, sir.

Eh? What do you reckon?

- Um, yeah, yeah...

Right, everyone back in position. Kacey?

Right, come on, positions!

- Kacey. Your mum and I need a word.

- She reckons I signed the forms for this fighting camp. - You gave them to me. They're completed. - Well?

- I signed them. - You forged my signature?

- Look, I think we need to sit down and talk about this sensibly.

This camp is really important for Kacey's development.

- You've got some nerve, you sneaky little...

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

- I need to do something now.

Um...

Tariq, could you talk everything through with Mrs Barry?

Help her address her concerns?

- Aren't you staying?

- I'll be back as soon as I can.

- What? Why?

I need your help!

- What were you playing at, for God's sake?

Did you really think you'd get away with it? Lying to me like that?

- It's a great opportunity for her. It's an international school in Miami.

- I'm sorry - who are you exactly?

- I'm helping Kacey with her specialist training.

- You're not exactly Rocky, are you, love? - Mum, don't say that. It's only for a few months, Mum.

I can Skype you every day. And the school are paying for everything.

- Everyone's raised loads of cash for her. - It's not about the flaming cash!

Why do you want to do it, eh?

- I dunno.

- Miss Boston's done loads of work with her.

She said I'll be in competitive form at the end of the training camp.

Like, Mum, ready to try out for national level.

She even said she might even fly to America. Come and stay with me.

- What, yeah, fly halfway across the world? She's not even here, is she?

Eh? Now, I'm your mother, and I'm saying no.

And if you two ever cook up a little scheme like this again, you tell her she'll have me to deal with.

And trust me, I know a few tricks you don't learn in a boxing ring.

- Mum, please...

- Just let her calm down. It'll be all right.

- How did you find out about me?

- Gran told me.

Said she thought I was old enough to know.

- And where does your dad think you are?

- School trip.

I booked a B&B in Greenock.

- You lied to him?

- He doesn't deserve to know the truth.

He told me you were dead.

- Just...

Mrs Barry?

- What is it, eh? So disappointed with your own life you have to force your dreams on some poor kid?

- Not at all. I'm just trying to help her.

- She's living in a fantasy world and she's only going to get hurt. This stops now. OK?

- Mrs Barry, your daughter's got talent but zero self-belief,

and if I were her mother, I'd ask myself some serious questions as to why that is.

- Yeah? Well, you're not, are you, eh?

You stay away from my family.

- Er, Christine, I know we've not seen eye to eye on everything,

but I do want us to work together.

- Good. - I don't want us to compete.

- Right.

How are the night-school studies?

- Oh, positively Bacchanalian.

- Are you making progress?

- I'm doing the course, aren't I?

- I need you up to scratch, George.

- NIKKI CLEARS THROAT

Can I speak to you? - Oh, Nikki, can you make an appointment?

- My daughter's here. - What?

- Maggie, you haven't got any of them heavy-duty scourers, have you?

- What's that, pet? - You know, for them stubborn stains.

- Yeah, yeah. Look under the sink there.

Hey, you. How's it going?

- All right.

- Oh, he's a terrible liar.

- I can't stop thinking about him in that...

Going behind that curtain.

- Uh, thanks for these, Maggie.

- Harley. Listen to me.

That wasn't Grantly in there.

What made him Grantly, well,

it's just...gone.

He's in here now.

And he's in there, and he's in everybody's memories of him.

He's...he's not in that box.

Oh, I'll tell you what.

We'll find somewhere really special to scatter his ashes, eh?

Somewhere he loved. The Lake District maybe, uh?

- Or the pub.

- Yeah, I reckon he'd like that.

Here.

- Don't you need it?

- Don't you worry about me. Come on, dry your eyes.

Grantly wouldn't want us moping about, would he?

- Come on, Kevin, don't be shy, get right into them corners.

Remember, this is all for Kacey's fund.

- Finished.

- I'll be the judge of that.

- I feel sick. Think I might puke.

- Oh, you're going to want to be near a bog, then.

Go on, get in them boys' toilets.

- Are you joking?

- I never joke about cleaning.

Well done.

- What do you want?

- Um, I'll do them for you, if you like.

HEAVY MUSIC

- Please, Mum. - It's a nice dream, but that's just what it is, a dream.

I don't want you getting disappointed, not after last week,

and I don't want you wasting your time on something that's going to come to nothing.

And that's the truth of it, OK? Best you hear it from me. - Mum...

- We've all been raising money for her.

You've seen it in the foyer. It's like £1,500 now.

- Guilty conscience, is it?

I've already got one girl with a broken heart, I don't need another.

And God only knows why she's crying over you.

Weedy little smart aleck who couldn't pull the skin off a rice pudding.

You're well shot of him, love. Right, I'll see yous at home.

- Sir, we're being gassed!

- Right, everyone out, please.

- What's going on? - There's smoke in the toilet.

- Whoa!

- It's all right if you don't breathe in.

- Get out, Darren!

- Is it a terrorist attack, sir?

- No, it's not a terrorist attack, for crying out loud!

Where did you get that?

- House clearance! - Really? - Sir? - What?

- H2Cl + HCl = H20 + C12.

- English, please, Archie?

- Bleach and toilet bowl cleaner equals water and chlorine gas.

- We're being gassed!

- Yeah, thank you, Darren. Right, everyone outside.

Get some fresh air. Come on, it's only a bit of bleach.

- What on Earth...?

- A little gas issue in the boys' loos.

- Where did you get that?

- Some old guy's loft.

Hey, his daughter, yeah, said no-one had been up there for 20 years.

There's loads of war stuff. It's ace.

- Darren, please could I borrow that?

- Mm, go for it.

- Just leave it, yeah? We're going to be late for class.

- Are you joking? You've worked your bum off for this.

I'm going to talk to Mrs Mulgrew.

- There's no point.

- Have you seen Sonya? - No.

- What's Boston playing at? She knew me mum was here.

She and I are going to have serious words.

- I'm sorry, can I help you with something?

- Who are you? - I'm Eve. Miss Boston's daughter.

- Get lost! She doesn't have a daughter.

- Actually, she does. She's a bit busy today.

Can I give her a message?

- I had no idea you'd ever been married.

- I was young.

It didn't last long.

- Did you leave...him?

You had to give her up?

OK, well, do whatever you have to do.

Take the rest of the day off. Take her home.

- I've got a class waiting for me.

- Nikki, she can't stay here while you teach.

Nikki!

- Your student cleaners have somehow contrived to cause a gas reaction in the boys' toilets.

- Gas? - Yeah, you're lucky I got there when I did.

It could have been nasty. - Thanks for letting me know. I'll make sure whoever's responsible is dealt with.

- Yeah, well, it's not really a question...

Christine, are we sure it's a good idea using kids as menial workers?

- We're not using them as menial workers, Simon,

we're teaching them valuable life skills.

To use in the real world. Don't worry, I'll sort it. - OK.

- Ah, Sonya. What the hell did you put down the toilets?

Sulphuric acid? - What?

- We came this close to a serious injury situation.

And I've narrowly avoided being lynched by Simon.

- I'm so sorry, Christine, I had no idea. It won't happen again.

- It'd better not. I thought cleaning was the one thing that wouldn't give me sleepless nights.

- Simon. Could you cover my S4s, now?

- I've kind of got my hands full. - Please.

- Everything all right?

- Yeah, I've just got to sort something now.

- OK, I'm on it.

- Kacey.

I had something to deal with.

- Eve.

- How did you...know? - Yeah, we've met already.

- I'm sorry. I should've been there.

- Whatever.

- We need to get in touch with your dad.

- I don't want to see him. Not after what he's done.

- I'm sure he had his reasons. Sit down. - What reasons?

What happened between you?

- There were...

..a lot of problems.

Ones that...couldn't be fixed.

Now, will you sit down, please?

- Did he stop you from seeing me?

How could he do that?

He's so cruel. He's ruined both our lives.

- Right, ladies, and Connor. Find a computer.

I want these quantities in metric, right,

so you might need to convert them.

Much simpler when it was all old money.

- Just wait over there for one minute.

I'll be one minute, I promise. Right?

- How was the service?

- Well, I think it's what he would have wanted.

Maggie seems to be bearing up well.

- A bit too well, don't you think?

- Not everyone needs to air their grief in public.

- Yeah, but it ain't good bottling things up, Audrey.

You could get an ulcer.

If you ask me, she needs an outlet, you know,

something to channel her emotions into.

- An outlet? - Yeah, like joining our little cleaning team.

- I don't think scrubbing toilets is the answer.

- Oh, Nikki, Maggie's in the library, isn't she?

- Hi, yeah, I need a number.

- Rationing?

- I was watching Rhiannon earlier. Comfort eating, bless her.

Now, a couple of pounds in the corner shop gets them

more sugar and fat than they need in a week.

And it makes them feel so much worse.

Rationing, for all its privations,

had huge health benefits.

- What are you thinking?

- A Second World War project.

Everyone in character, period clothes, the whole works.

You and Connor would be in charge of the cooking,

and we'd need some authentic wartime recipes.

- Well, there's me granny's panaculty...

- What's that? - Corned beef and potatoes to you.

- That'd be perfect. I have to say though, it might mean a bit of extra work in the evenings.

- When can we get cracking?

- I'll make an appointment to speak to Christine right now.

- Are you sure you're up for this?

- Eh, cheeky. I've been making that stew since before you were born.

Hello. Are you all right, flower?

- The mitotic phase can be subdivided into four phases - prophase,

metaphase, anaphase and telophase.

Mitosis is strictly nuclear division,

followed by cytoplasmic division, or cytokinesis.

Mitosis results in two daughter cells, genetically identical

to each other, used for growth and asexual reproduction.

- What about sexual reproduction, Miss?

THEY SNIGGER That's the bit I want to hear about.

- Barry, I've just eaten.

- My first years have Sex Ed later, Barry.

I can arrange for you to join them,

if you're not sure where everything goes.

OK, let's take a deep breath in. And out.

- Are you all right, Miss?

- I have never felt better, Kevin.

- Eh, you never told me you had a daughter!

It's absolutely lovely to meet you, pet. She's beautiful.

- What were you doing? - I just needed to speak to a colleague.

But there's an empty classroom next to mine.

We could get you a book.

RAP MUSIC BY DRAKE PLAYS

- Contemporary rapper, Drake.

Now, if you compare that to Shakespeare's sonnet,

"My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun,"

you can see that both Drake and Shakespeare are interested

in the difference between genuine beauty and fake beauty.

Reality versus artifice. Now, who is Drake talking about there?

- Shaznay, sir?

- Jealousy's a sad thing.

- Jealous? What, of your fake nails and fake hair?

- Cos I've got something to work with.

- Yeah, that's enough, you two. He's talking about someone he fancies.

Just like Shakespeare is. - I fancy your girlfriend, sir!

- You had Miss Spark for a lesson today, yeah? How was it?

- It was good. - Yeah?

- She was dead chilled-out, actually.

- Right.

OK. I want you to carry on comparing and contrasting the two texts,

and I'll be back to hear your thoughts in a minute.

- I do not have fake hair. This is all me, yeah?

- Right, so it just LOOKS like a wig?

- You better watch your mouth.

- So we need to put a few drops of hydrochloric acid onto the watch glass.

Do you need something?

- Yeah, I think I might have left some paperwork in with yours. Can I just take a look?

- OK. - Carry on. - So then we put the onion root onto the hydrochloric acid.

Like so...

And...

- THEY CHANT: Fight! Fight! Fight!

- Just cos I'm not ugly like you!

- Well, at least you can actually see what my face looks like!

- What is going on? Sit down, everyone!

- RAP MUSIC PLAYS

- Right, where's Miss Boston? - Mr Lowsley was covering, Miss.

- Right.

Sit quietly.

- Using the forceps, we pick up the softened root tip and transfer it

into a drop of, um, staining liquid,

on a clean slide.

And then I'm going to cut it into tiny pieces.

Is everything all right? - More than all right.

- BELL RINGS

- Mr Lowsley, can I see you in my office, please?

The year 4s were running riot in there.

- I was covering Nikki's class. I'd only been gone five minutes.

- That lot could sack Rome in five minutes.

- I'm the deputy head. It's not unusual for me to sit in on a class.

- Well, I haven't seen you sitting in on Maggie's,

or Audrey's or anyone else's.

look, I understand you want to try and help compensate for some of Sue's problem areas.

- Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses.

- But I can't have classes abandoned just because she can't control hers.

- She is an NQT who needs our support.

- Well, I realise that.

I'd just hate to see you become the target for allegations of nepotism.

- It's hardly nepotism. It's basic pastoral care.

Supporting your staff and not coming down on them like a tonne of bricks to disguise your own...

- And what's that meant to mean? - Nothing. - I support all my staff.

- OK.

Let's leave it at that, OK?

I'm guessing that you weren't expecting your little visitor?

Where is she?

- She's waiting. I've got a class.

- Look...

I don't know the full story,

but I do know this - family is everything.

She has come a long way to see you.

Take your time, talk to her - the other kids can wait.

- I can't just drop everything.

- Someone will cover for you. She is more important, really, isn't she?

I mean, I'm sure...

- Look, I've found her dad, he's on his way. Everything's in hand.

- Right. Well, you know best, love.

- Come in, take a seat.

I hope you've all finished reading the chapters

I set last lesson.

There's some questions on the board that we'll be answering today.

- Here, Miss, I've got a question. - Yeah?

- Do you know who your kid's dad is?

- Right, turn to chapter four.

- So, how come you never saw her?

- Was she put into care?

- No. - What happened, then?

- Did the Social take her? - Was she adopted?

- That's enough!

This is NOT open for discussion!

Kacey, can I have a quick word with you outside, please?

Carry on quietly.

How many people have you told?

- What? - Oh, come on, Kacey.

- I didn't tell them! - Oh, fine.

So, Eve introduced herself to the whole school? - Look, I said it wasn't me!

Why should I care if you've got some stupid kid?

- OK.

- What's wrong?

- Go back in there and sit down.

- You know, I'm not one of your pupils. Why's she yelling?

- We're trying to have a private conversation.

- No, you're not, you're mouthing off again. What's your problem?

- Just do one! - Are you going to let her speak to me like that? - Go and sit down.

- Why? Who's she?

- Who are you, more like?

Turning up out of nowhere and causing trouble.

Does she even want you here?

- 'Course I do.

- Yeah, sounds like it.

- Look! Stop it! Stop it!

- Yeah, you heard what she said!

- This has been a shock for everyone. We need time to adjust, to get to know each other.

- I know, that's what I'm trying to do.

- Kacey's been through a lot and I've been helping her for months.

So you turning up out of the blue, no wonder she finds it unsettling.

What I'm trying to say... We need to take this a step at a time.

- Yeah, well, I'm sorry if I'm getting in the way.

- Hey!

You're not getting in the way. It's just...a sensitive situation.

Look, it's nearly lunchtime, so we can go and pick up your stuff, OK?

- Am I going to stay with you, then?

- How'd it go with your mum?

- Not good. Miss Boston doesn't even care.

- She's not normally like this.

- I know.

- Listen to me, right? You're going to have bad days where nothing goes right.

If you want to make it, you have to learn to roll with the punches.

- Make what? The Olympics?

- Yeah. Maybe. It happens.

- No, it doesn't. Not really.

- Look, everyone starts off in your position.

The most important thing is, YOU need to believe you can do this.

- I don't.

- I'm going to do law at uni, I think.

Kind of want to do English, though, too. - Oh, that's my subject.

- Gran told me. Explains where I get it from.

You know, Dad thinks the Bronte sisters are a girl band.

- You read a lot, then?

- Write a bit, too. I used to write stories about you.

When I was a kid.

- Oh? - There was this one where your spirit had taken the form of this magical horse.

It sounds really weird.

I mainly write poems now, though.

They're probably rubbish, but...

I wrote one for you, if...

- Yeah, OK.

I'll read it later.

Right, we should get going.

- I'll just get my stuff from the bathroom.

- # It's a terrible love and I'm walking with spiders

# It's a terrible love and I'm walking in

# It's a terrible love And I'm walking with spiders

# It's a terrible love and I'm walking in

# It's quiet company

# It's quiet company

# It's a terrible love And I'm walking with spiders

# It's a terrible love And I'm walking in it... #

Now, as well as the uniforms, we can have an original Austerity Britain.

No more waste.

No more feeling sick after you binge on junk that your body doesn't need.

Plenty of exercise, and cooking from scratch, with rations.

Proper nourishing food.

What do you think?

- I think it sounds expensive.

- Connor and me will do all the cooking.

Keep the costs right down.

- Connor's here to study. Not spend his days chopping carrots.

- Right, of course.

- Look, it's a nice idea. But the reality is we don't have the budget to spend on a big fancy-dress party.

I'm sorry.

I'll tell you what, we'll review it again next term. Yeah?

- All under control, Christine.

I've been round with my Alpine Fresh

and got rid of that eggy pong. And you can eat your dinner off them floors.

- I doubt it. - Christine! You know, it really needn't cost that much.

I'd be happy to drum up sponsorship, scrounge costumes, whatever it takes.

- Audrey... - And it'd be wonderful for Maggie.

I mean, she needs a focus. She's disappointed you said no.

- I am not discussing this any more.

- And we would tick so many boxes. Think about it.

History, home economics, politics, we can roll it out across the whole curriculum.

- What, just like that? - Well, I'm not even going to mention the local authority,

I mean, I know that doesn't matter to you, but...

Well, just to say this is exactly the sort of thing to get a head teacher noticed.

- Leave it with me.

- Again and again, The Return Of The Native questions

the nature of the relationships between its characters.

Are there any true love affairs here,

or are they all just idealised fantasies?

And does the novel

even believe in the possibility of the success of these affairs?

- Hardy's not saying love doesn't exist, though, is he?

He's just saying to be careful of romanticising it.

- He's saying it's a load of rubbish.

- No, I think he maybe means friendship is more important than mad passion.

- Right. Cos that's all blokes are interested in, friendship?

- BELL RINGS

All right, your essays are due in two weeks.

Any questions, come and see me.

- Mind the floor, babe.

- Thank you for coming. - What did you think I was going to do?

Does she know yet?

- She's meeting me here after school.

I couldn't... Look, I know I should've, but...

We need to talk about how we're going to tell her because I don't want her to hate me.

SHE SCREAMS

- Oh, no!

- Did you hear? Sickbag's broken her neck.

- No way! What's happened?

- I heard someone pushed her down the stairs.

- You're joking! Is she going to be paralysed, then, or what?

- Lowsley's going to have to push her wheelchair round.

THEY LAUGH

- Sorry, Tariq.

- It's OK. It's OK. Let's get you to the car, OK?

- My neck hurts. - Yeah, yeah. I know it does.

Just be brave. Let's get you to the hospital.

- I'm so cold, Simon.

- She's going for the Oscar, that one.

- What is he doing here? - Time to go. - Did you call him?

- I had to. He didn't know where you were! - Is this all of it? - I'm not coming back with you.

I'm staying here. - Eve...

- I'm not letting you split us up again.

- Look, I've got to be back for eight. Say your goodbyes.

- Why did you do it? Why didn't you just say she'd left? - Eve, just calm down.

- I'm not coming with you. I hate you!

- Well, I'll get over it. Look, you can come and visit her again. I promise.

I'll even drive you myself next time, OK?

But for now, you're coming home with me.

Eve. Let's go. - I'm not coming with you.

- Stuart...I can't let you do this. - You can.

- Eve, there's something I need to tell you.

- What? - It's about your dad and what he told you about me.

- His lies! - He didn't want to lie to you.

- Please don't do this, Nikki. - I asked him to.

I was really young and stupid, I was confused.

I didn't know what I was doing.

- He made you go. He wouldn't let you see me.

- Eve, I'm so sorry. I wanted to get an abortion.

But your dad, he...found me in time, and he begged me not to, and...

..we made a deal.

- A deal?

- I'd said I'd give birth to you and your dad would bring you up.

He wanted me to keep in contact with you, but I...

just thought it'd be easier if I was erased.

- Oi, watch it!

- You know, you've got what you wanted. I hope you're happy.

- What? - Be careful, though, cos she's not what she makes out.

You know, you're such a hypocrite.

Pretending to be this amazing teacher who cares so much.

But really you're a massive fraud. Everything about you is a lie.

- I'm sorry.

- How could you treat your own daughter like that?

You just threw me away like I was rubbish.

No normal person does that.

- Look, what do you expect?

Give her five minutes.

- Eve! Wait up!

- Came to help with the clearing up.

- Look, I'm quite happy pottering about. You get off home.

- Let me help. - Don't be silly. I've got plenty of time.

- Mrs Budgen, please just go home. - Look, I said I'm all right!

I'm fine, honestly. I promise you.

I've just got a lot of prep to do for tomorrow.

- OK, get on with it, then.

- # How am I going to get myself back home?

# Hi-ah-ih, ah-ih, ah, ah ih

# How am I going to get myself back home?

# Hi-ah-ih, ah-ih, ah, ah ih... #

- Hey.

What's wrong? Is it Eve?

Is she OK?

You've both been through a lot today. You're bound to find it tough.

- I don't feel anything.

It's like when she was born and I thought I'd have that moment, you know?

Like when they say you're looking at your baby and it's all been worth it, but...

..it never happened.

I just...

..felt empty. Like, nothingness.

What's wrong with me?

- You were young.

- That's no excuse.

- Well, it's the only excuse most of us have.

- I just left her. I just walked out on them both.

What sort of woman leaves her own baby?

- A desperate one.

What are you going to do now?

- I don't know, she won't speak to me, and I don't blame her.

- Nikki, try and be a bit easier on yourself.

It's not like there's some secret formula that everyone else knows.

- It's like she's a stranger. Like she's...just some random girl.

- She is a stranger. It's up to you to change that.

You do want to see her again, don't you?

- Did she give you this?

- When I was born.

Had to have it to go to sleep.

Still have to. Well, until now.

- Don't chuck it away. - I don't want it.

I wish she'd really died.

Then I'd still have my mum. Like I thought she was.

I used to think she was like... an angel.

- She's not. She's real.

She messes up like everyone else.

- SHE SOBS

- Well, they've X-rayed her. There's no real damage.

- So, no harm done.

- Well, she doesn't want to make a fuss... - No.

Course not. But we can't just sweep this under the carpet.

- Come on, Simon, it was an accident. These things happen.

- Especially if you're wearing four-inch heels. I'd imagine.

- There was no "wet floor" sign, Christine.

Now, you know as well as I do, the HSE would have you for breakfast.

And a good injury lawyer would have this school on its knees.

- Oh, you are joking, aren't you? - Well, nobody wants the school to be the loser in all this.

I think a simple apology would do it.

I'll tell Sue to expect your apology.

- Oh, I'll need to keep my eye on him.

- SHE LAUGHS

- So, shall we go for that drink, then?

- Coach and Horses at eight?

- Sure.

Oh, I've decided to go ahead with the World War II project.

Be a great thing for the school.

- And one in the eye for Mr Lousy.

Hey.

- How you doing?

- Yeah. Just needed five minutes.

- No, I mean, how are things here for you? Are you happy?

- I love the school.

- I mean, outside of work. Did you ever meet anyone?

- I moved here for the jobs.

There they are. - You OK?

It's time we probably made tracks.

- Eve, wait.

Your dad wanted you more than anything else in the world, he loved you so much.

And...

I knew what a great father he'd be.

Look at you.

Look at what a brilliant job he's done.

If you...

..if you need, like, any help choosing a uni or...

..anything...maybe...

Give me a ring.

- Yeah.

- Get stuck in. Bangers and mash, not very exciting, I'm afraid.

- Are you kidding? I live on protein shakes. This is amazing.

- Protein shakes! - I'm not hungry.

- People act normal because they have to. Not cos they want to.

- Everyone's forgotten about him.

- Look where they're all sat. They've not forgotten. No-one's sat in his seat. Eat up.

Unless you want to try one of my protein shakes.

- Hello, love.

- Hi. These were in my mum's office and I thought you might want them.

- Thank you, that's kind of you. - It's OK.

- What's that? - Grantly's stuff.

Hey, it's OK.

- Mrs Barry?

- What do you want?

- I need you to reconsider. - I've made up my mind.

- We both have to help her believe in herself.

- Believe in what? Some fantasy that's going to come to nothing?

No, I don't want to get her disappointed.

- You've seen her boxing, you've seen that spark.

She's got natural talent.

- She's a young girl, with problems. - She just needs support.

- And she'll get. From her family.

And from me.

- Wait.

You don't think she won't make it.

You're afraid she WILL, that you might lose her.

- You don't know anything about me.

- I'm telling you now.

If you don't sign these forms, if you don't let her go,

you will lose her, maybe for good.

Please don't make that mistake.

You might never be able to make up for it.

- Sure this is what you want?

- You're still going to be my little sis, though, eh?

- Do you want to stay for tea?

- Oh, no, thanks. I'd better get this off.

- Well...thanks. See you tomorrow.

- Enjoy your evening.

# It's a terrible love And I'm walking with spiders... #

- "It is a cliche to write a poem about your mother,

"but how could I not when you're all I ever think about?"

- # It's a terrible love And I'm walking in

# It's quiet company

# It's quiet company... #

- George?

- Permission to come aboard.

- We need to make a list of all Christine's mistakes.

- I have some terrible news.

HMS Victoria, which was crossing the Atlantic with our food supplies,

has been torpedoed and sunk.

- She has completely lost the plot.

- I think you look better without make-up. Even better.

- I don't really care what you think, Kevin.

- What is it? - Magic mushrooms, we're going to pick some in the woods.

- If you want this to run smoothly, I'd pull Audrey back from the front line.

The old girl's lost it with this living history thing.

I doubt we'll ever get her back to the present.

- George Windsor...is a fake.

- Wally!

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