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OK, great practice, lads. Remember,
big game this afternoon.

- Morning, sir.
- Morning, Samia.

How's the cheer coming

on? Because we need to start this game
with a bang.

- Yeah, Kelly Jo's going to help me
with the routine before...

In five minutes, actually. Right, sir,
I've got to go.

I'll catch you later, though, yeah?
- Yes.
- See you in class.

See you!
- Bye.

- You know I could be a DJ with this.
Listen.

- ZIP SCRATCHES

That's all wrong, man.
- No?
- Sounds like a fart.
- A fart?!
- Yeah.

- She's fire, bro.
- What?

Kells.

What the...?

Nah, I can't...

- Wait, stop. It's not what it looks
like. We, we've just...

- It's you doing you.
- Oh, come on Sam, he's not...

..he's not that bad.

- I just think you deserve so much
better.

- What do you mean by that?

- Come on, Kells.

Dean Weever? I know you've had a lot
going on.
- Mm-hm.

- Especially with your ADHD stuff and
that,

but just at least get some standards.

- Wow, what, because...because
Preston's so perfect, yeah?

- You think you're all that,

don't you? Well, you wouldn't be on my
list.
- Dean.

- It's true.
- Kells, be real.

This is not what you want.

- Why is everyone always telling me
what to think?

You think that you've got it worked
out all the time - life's just a mess
all the time.

- I don't think that.
- You do, the way you go on at me.

- If you want to look desperate, then
go ahead.

See if I care.

- So, from this position here, you can
get a clear shot

and you hit it off the backboard.

- I love that you're explaining this
to me.
- I'm not. I am.

- It's good. I mean you look like you
can score from...
- Morning!
- Morning.

- Oh. Casual meeting.

All right.
- Yep.

- HE CLEARS THROAT

- Lovely.

Oh.

What's happened there?

- Do you know what? It's just general
wear and tear,

so you don't need to worry about it.

Shall we crack on, please? Lindon,
basketball?

- Yeah, so, Sixth Form boys'
basketball, period five.

We have Jamie Bedford coming - he's
the scout for

the Manchester Basketball Foundation.

- And Erica is also due in.

They are going to discuss this new
school councils grant,

which is worth about 10k.
- 10k, yes.

So it's all-out to impress.
- We've also got the, er,

Donte Charles meeting...
- Yes.
- ..today.

Hang on, why don't we just, um, divide
and conquer?

Lindon, why don't you take the
basketball

and then we can take Donte, yeah?

- Are you sure you don't want me
across that?
- No, no, no. It's fine.

We can handle it. Um,

right, has anyone got anything else?
- Um...
- Yeah? No? Brilliant.

Great, OK. Have a great day.

- OK. Short and sweet.

OK! Hey, I'm loving the casual vibe.

- Yeah?
- Oh, yeah, keep it up.

Have a fantastic day.

- General wear and tear, huh?
- Sorry, Kim, those reports.
- Ah, hi.

Um, thank you, that's everything, Mr
King.

Have a lovely day.
- Er, I think I will, Miss Campbell.
- Yeah.

- Oh, crap! Have I missed the morning
meeting?
- Afraid so.

- I just... I've got all this marking
and planning to do because I'm
covering for Coral. And then

I missed the bus again and... Oh!
Just, this is all I need.

- Well, consider yourself lucky you
haven't been

lumped into covering the BU rabble.
- Oh, come on, they're not that bad.

They're just dealing with some
super-complex issues that they don't
really know how to handle.

You know all about that.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Well, nothing.

I just... I heard about all the kids
going round to your house

and everything else.

- Yeah, well that's no-one's concern.

- I understand why you said what you
did - about your wife.

It must have been well hard.

And if you ever want to talk...
- She left.

I'm fine. There's nothing more to be
said.

- Yeah, but it's still grief though,
innit?

Doesn't help to bury that.

No pun intended.

But I guess now it's out in the open,
you can process it properly.

BELL RINGS

Oh, crap!

I'm having them.

Ta.

- I was literally just drinking...
- One second. Hey, Sammy,

are we still on for cheer practice at
lunch?

Cos you finished the routine, right?
- Yeah, sorry.

I was meant to do it before school,
but Kelly Jo let me down.

- It's fine, don't worry. We'll sort
something out.

- Yeah, she kind of ditched me to do
bits with Dean Weever.

- Bits?

- Think they're a thing now.
- Sorry.

How long's that one been going on for,
then?
- I don't know.

I didn't have time to stop and ask,

but she's meant to be my best mate and
she didn't even tell me.

- She probably wanted to.

- Well, she told me I was judgy.
- You're not judgy...

- What?

What was that look about?

- Nothing, just... You and Kelly Jo
will be fine. You'll sort it.

We'll see you at lunch, yeah?
- Yeah.

I don't want to fall out with her -
especially over him.

- Well, I'm sure she'll come round.

- Yeah, but why can't she see that
he's using her?

She should want better for herself.

She should want to be with someone
who's like, you know,

like you - but not you, obviously.

- Well, not everyone can be like us.

- Sorry.

- What's up with Ton? Shall I go after
her?

- Nah, don't bother.

It's hormone central at my house
between her and Kelly Jo.

It's too much aggro. I can't cope with
it all.

And not with my big game today.

Are you excited?

- Of course I am, captain of the A
team. I can't wait.

- That's more like it.

Don't be worrying about Kelly Jo,
yeah?
- Yeah.

- Right, I'll catch you later.

- QUIETLY: Hey!

- What?
- You aren't still upset about that
Sammy thing, are you?

- Sh!

- Sir, can you help me, please?

- WHISPERS:
- Yeah, I'm sorry I'm not dead chuffed
that she saw us,

Dean. Whatever, just...

- It's nothing she hasn't done.

- Yeah, well, she wasn't meant to know
about us yet.

Just leave it.
- Why not?

I think you're fit.

And you think...

You know, we have a laugh, don't we?

- Dean, just...just leave it, yeah?

- Oh, my days! Sir!

- Weever, back in your seat.
- Sir, you'll never guess what I've
found in here.

- Yo, check Dean!
- It's Mrs G.

LAUGHTER

I love you, Mr G.

HIGH-PITCHED VOICE: Oh, kiss me! Kiss
me, Mr G!

- Give it here.
- Yeah, all right.

- Oh!

Nah, bro, you play too mean.
- Sit down!

Soft lad.

And we still give out detentions in
here, you know.

- You're mad.

- TUNING OF INSTRUMENTS

Back to D7.

And then G.

No, no. G.

That's...

That's not, not anything, actually.
- Hm, it's a D8.

- Yeah, right!

PHONE BUZZES

What's wrong?

- It's my mum.

I think she wants to talk, but...

..I don't know.

- What don't you know?

- Whether she's being genuine.

Or is there something else going on?

I mean, I really do miss her.

And I know...I know that sounds stupid
after everything she's done.

- I guess she is still your mum.

Even if she hasn't always made the
best choices at times.

- Yeah, most of the time.

- Still, if you want to see her, then
you should.

Just don't go in with too many
expectations, yeah?

- There's that Samia.
- Is that her?!

Yo, no way she an eight. More like a
five.

- Oi! Come back!

Are you going to hide behind a text?

Say it to my face, then. Can't get
away with it...

- It's not me!
- Move!

- Tonya?

- You deserve it!
- Tonya?
- Don't, get off!
- Shut up, you deserve it.
- Tonya!

- Rating us like that in a chat?

- Tonya? What are you doing?

- She's out of her head, her.

- You don't know what he said about
me.

He called us a stoned ginger hamster.

- Well, he's Dean Weever's cousin.

What do you expect? They're all
scratters, anyway.

- He said I'm a one on the list.

- What list?

- A hot or not.

It's the group chat where the boys
rate our looks.
- Sorry, what?

I may or may not be throwing a party
later. Mm-hm.

- What about your parents?
- Ah.

They're at the Lakes, reconnecting.

But my sister's with her boyfriend.

So we're going to get it turned up,
but BYOB.

- What?

- Bring your own booze, babes.

God, Danny, were you born on another
planet?

- God, I wish.

So, my mum messaged me.

- That's a bit random.

What's Mama Lewis got to say for
herself?
- Have a look.

- Lewis. You know the deal.

Put the phone away or I'll confiscate
it.

- PHONE RINGS

- No way, sir.

You can't do that - that's double
standards.

- Pipe down, Jake.

- Why are you chiming up, Pres?

- Boys, quiet. I'll be back in a
minute.

Hi, Jamie, yes.

Are we still good for later?

- Somebody's in good spirits.

- Someone just got off a call from Mr
Bedford from the foundation.

- Right?
- And am I brilliant or am I not
brilliant?

- Go on.
- OK, in addition to the council
grant,

there's potentially a couple of
scholarships for the lads.

I'm talking like top-tier coaching,
showcase games with semi-pros,

you name it.
- Oh. That's amazing.

- It's huge.

I've been badgering Jamie for ages.
It's a great opportunity.

The boys are so talented.
- Brilliant.
- Put it this way,

if I had that when I was a kid, I
would not be a deputy headteacher
right now.

- Really?
- Yeah.

You'd be queuing up in the arena to
watch me shoot hoops.

- Well, I think I'd rather be queueing
up at the local gallery for the latest
exhibition.

- Touche.

Er, you fancy grabbing a drink later?
To celebrate our big win?

- It's a bit presumptuous, innit?

- I prefer confident, but OK.

Just imagine it.

Me, you, a couple of cocktails.

- Um... Ah, look I've got this thing
with Erica

and I've got Donte to talk to, I...
- Yeah, it won't be till a lot later.

I've got a stack of progress tests to
input and mark and stuff, so...

I just thought it'd be a good way to
unwind.

- All right.

But you can't talk about basketball
all night, because it's really dull.

- OK.

- Jay is sad, because, like, Jay,
like...

- Sammy, hi.
- Have you guys heard about this list
thing the Year 9s have started?

They're rating all the girls.
- Hot or not? Yeah, it's been going on
for ages.

It's vile, but it's not just the Year
9s.

- What do you mean?
- There's loads of people in that
group chat

and the older lads are the most
brutal.

They called me "barker" and "munter".
And now she's thinking of getting
fillers.

- Well, Tonya almost flushed Steve
Weever earlier,

so I bet you it's one of them lot that
started it.

- I mean it could have been anyone, to
be fair.
- No.

This has Dean Weever scum written all
over it.

And thinking of it now, he actually
said that I was not on his list.

- I mean, it is very Weever.

- He's making her look like a right
mug.

I'm not having it.

- I don't think you're funny.
- I saw you...
- Weever!

The hot-or-not list. You started it,
didn't you?
- Whoa. Calm down, Samia.

What is your problem?
- You are the problem, Dean.

Talking dirty about everyone.

- No, what you on about?
- This scrat you call a boyfriend,
Kells, has made a group

scoring all the girls.
- I wouldn't dare.

If I said anything like that about a
woman, my mam would head-butt me.

She might be 5ft-nothing, but she's a
Rottweiler.

- How do you know what's being said,
then, if you're not in it?
- Because I've seen screenshots.
Everyone has.

- Show me, then.
- I ain't got nothing to do with it.

- He's lying, Kells. He's lying and I
know it.

- You can't bear it, can you? That
something's finally going all right
for me, Sam.

You're trying to break us up, because
you're miserable

and you want everybody else to be
miserable, too. Just say it.
- I care about you, Kells.

I care about you so much and he's just
mugging you off!

- No, Sam. If you really cared about
us, you'd listen.

Dean just said he didn't do it. Just
leave it.

- You're seriously going to take his
side? Kells!

How can you believe a word that comes
out of his mouth?

You can't be this stupid.

- Don't chat to her like that!
- Shut up, rat face.

- Whoa.

Call me stupid again. Go on.

Call me stupid and see what happens,
Sam.
- OK, just leave it, yeah?
- No, Dean.

I want to hear her say it.

Go on, Sam.

If you're so right, you're so smart
all of the time,

just say it.

Say that I am stupid

and I am thick,

and that I belong in there without
you.

Well...

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Some best mate you are, yeah?

Come on, Dean.

Thank you.

- BELL RINGS

Oh, Wendy. Is Donte here yet?

- No, but we do have a visitor.

It's Mrs King. she's here to see Mr
King.

- Oh, right, um...

Well, he's in class at the moment but,
I mean, I could give him a call, if
it's urgent.

- No. No, don't worry.

- Are you OK?

- No, I just need to speak to him.

- OK, well, why don't you come through
into here for a minute?

Can you let me know when Donte
arrives, please? Thank you.

- I need to speak to Miss Campbell.
- She's a bit tied up at the minute.

Can you come back after lunch?

Busy lady. She is a headteacher.

- Thanks Val.
- No problem.

Hey, you tell that Mr Bedford to look
out for Danny.

- You know I don't do favourites.

- Mr King, can I have a word, please?
- Ah, Samia. What is it?

- It's, Dean Weever, sir.

He's started this group chat with all
the boys

and they're rating the girls' looks.
We need to do something about it.

- OK, can you show it to me?

- Nah, I can't. I'm not in the chat.
It's just what some of the other girls
have told us.

The school should have a
zero-tolerance policy on this.
- Right, it's tricky without evidence

so I'm going to need a bit more
information.

Look, I've got a meeting right now.

But as soon as I get a minute, I'll
look into it.

- I just keep telling myself that
we're going through

a rough patch and that we'll be all
right.

But he just ignores all the hard
stuff.

- Divorce isn't easy on anyone.

- Divorce?

What's he said to you?

- Oh, nothing, it... It's just I
thought that...

- I mean, I know that he wasn't sure
it was working out without

seeing each other again, but...but he
certainly hadn't bothered to

tell me that he actually wanted a
divorce.

- I think you should discuss this with
him.

- It's textbook Lindon. I'm sitting at
home hoping that it's all going to be
OK,

and he's spreading it around the
staffroom without even talking to me.

I don't understand what's happened to
him.

He never used to be this cold.

- Here she is now. Erica, thank you so
much for coming in early.

Jamie, this is Erica from the LEA, I
believe I mentioned her to you the
other day.

- Great to finally meet you, Erica.
- Nice to meet you.

- This council grant will have such an
impact on the pupils.

They have the ability, they deserve
the resources.

- Hello?

- That's the thing about you, Lindon.
You care about the children.

And when you think something needs
doing, you get it done.
- All good.

- Great.

- Hiya.

- Hi, Mum.

- You look really well.

I got you something.

It's just a butty, I think it's your
favourite.

I have missed you so much.

- Well, I missed you, too.

So, are you stopping for a while

or are you just here for a few days?

- I don't know.

Got a few things to work out, you
know?

- Yeah.

Obviously, of course.

So...

..are you still with Vinny?

- Let's not talk about it.

I want to hear all about you.

Tell me everything. How's school
going?

- School's good.
- All right.
- I joined the basketball team.

- OK.
- Getting my grades up.
- Good.

- And you're never going to believe
it.
- What?

- I'm learning the guitar.

- No way!
- Yeah.

- Well, look out, Bob Dylan.

- Who's that?

- Oh, before your time.

My Danny boy, learning guitar.

What's it like staying with your
teacher? What's she like?

- What, Val?
- Mm-hm.
- Oh, she's amazing.

She's got a nice house.

And it's quiet.

It's...
- That's nice.
- It's good for me.

- She'll be with you in a minute.

Would you like a slice of my tarte
tatin?

I grow my own plums.
- Er, no.

No, I'm all right, thanks.

- Whoa!

- Oh, Wendy. Have you got an admirer?

- Lots. I didn't expect flowers,
though.

- For a Miss Coral Walker?

- These were supposed to go to her
house.

- Someone's being spoilt.

- Er...

- Oh, Donte, um... Jo, do you want to
take Donte through

and I will come through in a minute?
- Yeah.

Hiya.

- You're welcome to wait for Lindon,
but he's going to be a while.

- Thank you, Kim, for your honesty.

I really appreciate someone telling me
the truth.

- Don't ask.

- Don't ask.

- Hey, babe, wait up. Aren't you
supposed to be at cheer practice?

- It's the last thing on my mind right
now.
- Why, what's up?

- Dean Weever. He's started some
hot-or-not list.
- Oh.

- Did you know about it?

- Nah, not really.

Heard some stuff. Nothing to get
paranoid about, though.

- It's really degrading.

- Yeah, well, there's bigger things in
life that Dean Weever.

Look, I need to focus on this
scholarship, so...

- What about Tonya?
- What's up with her now?

- She was rated a one in the chat,
Preston.

She was so upset earlier.

- She's tough. She can take a bit of
banter.

- This ain't banter, Preston.

- Babe, you're overthinking.

Yeah, Dean's an idiot and maybe he did
start the list,

but it is not your problem.

- Yo, Prezzer. Ready to be
annihilated?

- Look, babe, I've got to go.

Focus on your routine, yeah?

Got to wow the crowd before the game.

Don't let me down.

- WHISTLES AND LAUGHTER

- Oh, Samia! Oh, Samia!

Oh, Samia!

- I'm not going to labour on about
what happened. I think we can all

agree that your behaviour last week
was totally unacceptable.

- We understand that you've been
through a lot and that's why

we'd really like to support you moving
forward, Donte.

- We've got a proposal for you.

- Is this a joke?

- Not if you want to keep your job,
no.

- So you want me to sit and listen to

some hippie lecture about
self-control?

And she runs over my wife and gets a
fancy hamper and a pat on the back?

- What happened to Chlo was a tragic
accident, Donte.

It wasn't Coral's fault.

- I'm not doing an anger management
course.
- It's non-negotiable.

- OK.

Forget it.

Why would I want to be anywhere that
cares more for killers than

it does about people that they've
known for the past 20 years?

- Well, that went well.

- OK, so hands on hips. One, two,
three,

arms up.

- Wait. Is hair swish on six or seven?

- I was thinking six.

Sammy, hair swish, six or seven? What
are you thinking?

- He's turned Kells against me and
it's all because of that stupid list.

- You've been friends forever. You're
going to sort it out.

- Yeah, you will. Right now, we need
to sort this routine out.

We don't want to give the lads
something else to laugh about.

- You're right.

Hair swish on six.

- Ready?

- Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

- I do wish you would've told me.
- About what?

- Birmingham.
- Oh.

- I mean, Mum, you left without saying
goodbye.

- I know, I know.

We were evicted, love.

Look, people round there, they weren't
happy with Vinny and me.

I just had to go, son.

It was to keep you safe - you know
that, don't you?
- I know.

I know, Mum, but it doesn't always
feel like it.

- But look at you.

Look at you - you're doing great. On
your own.

You don't need me.

Bet you've got girls queuing up for
that handsome little face of yours.

Are you working, or what?

- PHONE RINGS

- Oh, sorry.

Just PPI. They don't stop.

That's a nice jacket.

- Thanks. Val got it me.
- Right.

And you got a new phone. Proper kitted
out, aren't you?

Did she get you that and all?
- No.

It was Kai's old one.
- Right.
- It's not the best but it's all
right.

- You've got a lot of people looking
out for you, ain't you?
- What does that mean?

- I don't know. I mean, music lessons
can't be cheap. How are you affording
it all?

- Well, Val sorts all that out.
- Oh.
- What's this about?

- I'm just asking, that's all.

- Has Vinny put you up to this?
- No.

- Oh, my God. He's sent you here to
get the money, hasn't he?

- No, he hasn't. Look...

..a grand is a lot of money, Danny,
and it weren't yours to take.

He wants it back, all right?

Look, we're skint. We're proper skint,
all right?

- Hm.

- Look, if you just give it back,
he'll stop. He'll leave.

- It was your fault, Mum!

It's gone.

How was I supposed to live?

- Maybe... Can you borrow it from
someone? What about this Val of yours?

- Don't you dare say her name!

You and your boyfriend, leave her out
of it, you get me?

And to think that I actually thought
that you were coming here to see me.

- I am here to see you.
- I thought I was right.

- Don't.... Just, please, please.
- Mum, you always let me down!

- Danny, just wai...
- I always fall for it.

- Here. Saved you a chuddy.

- Thank you very much.

You're, um...

You're definitely not involved in this
hot-or-not list thing?

- I told you I wouldn't dare.

I don't even like half them lads.

- All right. OK, whatever.

- Preston!

- As you can see, they're so
dedicated.

Saying that, I really want to get some
new equipment

so we can step it up a gear.

WHISTLE BLOWS

Huddle up, boys.

This is Jamie Beford from the
Manchester Basketball Foundation.

- Afternoon, Mr Bedford. I'm Jake
West. Captain.

- Of the reserves.

I'm Preston. I'm leading the A team.

- Um, I'll...I'll be right back.

Preston, tell Jamie about our training
process.

- Yeah, of course.

Yeah, so in terms of cardio...

- What are you doing here?
- We need to talk.

- About what?
- Oh, I don't know, maybe the divorce

that you forgot to tell me about.
- Who told you that?

- Don't worry, Kim Campbell filled me
in.

What was the plan, Lindon? To get the
kids to pass me the papers?

- Of course not, I never want that.

- Well, then, what do you want?

Because you asked me to put my career
on hold

so that we could have a family and now
you're walking out on us.

- That's not fair.

I haven't walked out on the kids, I
see them as much as I can.

- It's not the same.

- Can we do this some other time?

I'll call you later, I promise.

- Don't bother.

- INDISTINCT CHATTER

- It wasn't Dean who started, you
know, like the...the hot-or-not stuff.

- Oh, bore off, Noel.

Can't believe you're actually
defending him.
- I swear down.

I can prove it.
- How? Were you the one that started
it?

- Me?! Nah. I've got younger sisters
and that.

I think it's the basketball lads.

Er, Miss? I've got to go speak to Miss
Campbell -

some of that Student Council stuff.

- Yeah, OK.

- Hey, we've got to get one of their
phones.

- Miss? I've got to go do some cheer
practice.

- OK.

- Thanks.

- If we can see who the group admin
is, yeah,

we'll know who started it.

- You in?
- Nearly.

Sammy!

- Weever teach you that, did he?

There's nothing in there.

- Ah, yeah!

- It's got a password.

Try one, two, three, four.

Four zeros?
- It's not going to be that, is it?

- You never know.

Hey. How'd it go? Did you get to talk
to her?

- Sort of.
- And?

- She's not changed. And do you know
what?

It was stupid of me to think that she
even would.

- Sometimes, these things don't work
out,

but you mustn't stop caring or trying.

- Yeah. What's the point in that?

- You did what you thought was right
by giving her a chance.

Now, whatever she said or did, that's
on her.

You're only responsible for your
actions.

The best thing to do now is focus on
the people who love

and care about you. OK?

- Thanks, Val.

- Yeah, so click the top for admin.

See, look, I told you, me and Dean had
nowt to do with it.

- PLAYERS TALK OVER EACH OTHER

- Boys, hey, listen, yeah? I wouldn't
go in there.

Honestly, yeah. Someone has curled an
absolute beast, man.
- Yeah.

- See you later, man.
- See you in a bit.

- Hey, see you later, boys, yeah? See
you in a bit.

Hey, you're good?
- He lied.
- So you've seen what you needed to?

- Yep.
- Oh, yeah! Yeah, cheers, Noel -

sorry that I thought you and your two
mates were two sexist pigs, yeah?

Hey, Sammy, happy to do your dirty
work any time.

- You lied to me.
- What are you on about?

- You told me you didn't know anything
about the group chat.

- Babe, I'm warming up, can...?
- No, I've seen it, Preston.

You were the one that started the
whole thing.

- It's not what you think.
- I don't know what's going on, but
this is not the time for a lover's
tiff.

- This ain't a tiff, sir. It's about
the list.

- I told you I would deal with it, but
it needs to wait till after the game.

- I don't care about your stupid game!
- Samia, please!

You know how important this is for me.

Look, I am sorry. All right? I am.

- That doesn't cut it.

- Right, yeah, I messed up.

But I promise I'll explain everything
later, I just...

I need to play this game.

Please, babe.

Just wait until after the game.

For me.

- WHISTLE BLOWS

- Baseline.

Come on, Lewis.

15 minutes till the game.

Come on, Jake.

- INDISTINCT LAUGHTER AND CHATTER

I can't go out there with a smile on
my face knowing what they've all been
saying about us.

- Yes, you can, because we're not
doing this for them.

We're doing this for us.
- Are we?

- Well, I definitely am.

- Preston thinks that he can dig me
out in this little chat.

- Preston's in that group?

- He's the one who started it.

- Thought you said it was Weever.
- Well, I was wrong.

- No, he wouldn't do that.
- I know, I'm sorry, Ton.

I didn't think he would, either.

- He thinks he can get away with
anything.

- Yeah, they all do.

- Yeah, well, not any more. Here's
what we're going to do.

Hiya, Erica. Mr Bedford, I presume?
Miss Campbell - head.

Thank you so much for coming today.

- Great to be here. I can already see
you've got some great lads.

Lindon's really put them through their
paces.

- TEAM: One, two, three, Wasps!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

- Thank you, everybody, for coming
this afternoon.

We're honoured to have some very
special guests here today.

You're about to watch a friendly demo
between the A team and the reserves.

Here at Waterloo Road, we strive for
excellence - to be the best.

Every single one of these lads is
focused,

committed and disciplined.

They all have what it takes to go far
in this sport.

- Ready, girls? When I say hot, you
say not.

Hot! ALL: Not! Hot! ALL: Not!

When I say hot, you say not! Hot!

ALL: Not! Hot! ALL: Not!

Ready, girls?

Five, six, seven, eight.

# You rate us! You slate us!

# Don't forget to say

# We don't think it's OK

# Don't look, don't touch

# Unless we say... #

Did you hear us?

# We don't think it's OK!

# Don't look, don't touch!

# Unless we say! #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

I know today is a big day for a lot of
you,

but it has been for me, too.

Because, today, I had my eyes opened.

Today, I learnt that the boys in this
school think that it's

OK to be scoring their female
classmates...
- What?

- ..and even the teachers on some
hot-or-not list.

And it's just a bit of banter?

Well, it isn't.

We tried to ask for help more than
once.

We were just shoved to the side like
we were nothing.

We're sick of being validated by just
a number.

We want to be heard, Miss.

We want this to stop right now.

CHEERING

- Yeah!

- GIRL:
- Go, Samia!

- OK, OK.

OK, that's enough.

Look, I... I don't know what has
happened here,

but why don't you come to my office
and you can fill me in?

Come on.
- So we can just be brushed under the
carpet?

- No, I'm not trying to brush anything
under the carpet, Samia.

But these are serious allegations, OK,
and there is a process to go through.

Why didn't you come to me first?

- I tried, Miss, but you were busy.

And Mr King kept saying that he would
sort it.

- Yes, and I said I would deal with it
after the game.

- You still can't be going ahead with
this stupid game!

- This is big for us, why are you
trying to ruin it?
- Oh, shut up, Jake.

- You're the ones in the wrong.
- Oi!
- Listen, don't talk to her like that.

- All right, calm down.

- Excuse me!

Everyone needs to calm down!

- All right, calm down!

Calm down!
- You need to sort this out and...

- ALARM BLARES

- I'm sorry, I know it's not what you
came for. If you just stick around.

- I can't, mate, I have somewhere to
be.
- I know it looks bad, but it has
nothing to do with the basketball.

You've seen their potential.
- I can assure you this sort of thing
won't happen again.

- All right. Next time you've got a
decent fixture on, let me know and
I'll see if I can come by.

- It's just a false alarm. Back into
class, please.

Everyone back into class apart from
the basketball boys. My office,
please.

- Why are we getting it? Samia's the
one who pulled the alarm.

- Yes, and I will be dealing with her
later.

Right now, I want to know about the
list.

There will be serious consequences.

I heard that you included some of the
teachers.

Very flattering. Thank you.

Come on, everybody inside.

Come on, girls!

I've spoken to the boys.

What they wrote was appalling and I
have made it clear

that there is no room for that kind of
attitude in this school.

- Yeah, well, it's everywhere,
apparently.
- Right.

Well, they've been suspended for a
week

and if anything happens like this
again, then they'll be expelled.

- Oh, that's a start, at least.

- Why did you not just come to me in
the first place, rather than taking
matters into your own hands?

- It made everyone realise what was
actually going on.

- Yeah, it did, but it also means I
now have to discipline you.

You know that it's an automatic spell
in isolation

if you set the fire alarm off.

- Right, OK, so I'm the one that has
to get into trouble because

I refused to stay quiet about the way
the boys in this school behave?

- No, no-one's trying to silence you,
Samia.

- Well, it feels like that's what
everyone's trying to do.

- I love that you stand up for what
you believe in.

But you can't start a riot every
single time you're outraged.

If you do, you're the one that's going
to be labelled

with being a trouble-maker.

- Well, maybe it's the labels that are
wrong.

You don't actually have to punish me,
Miss.

- Yes, I do.

You're going to be an amazing adult.
BELL RINGS

- My scholarship's ruined and I'm
excluded.

Are you happy now?
- I got put into isolation.

- Yeah, well, I'm not surprised after
what you did.
- What I did?

So it's my fault, is it?

It's my fault that you talk dirty
about everyone?

Honestly, just grow up, Preston.

- I told you I didn't mean any of it.
- So why did you say it?

You put a number on all of our bodies.

My body, Preston.

Why?

- I don't know, I...

You didn't have to turn everyone
against me!

You know Tonya won't even talk to me.

- Can you blame her?
- You're not even sorry?

- No, I'm not sorry.

You made me look like a mug, Preston.

Going about saying all those things
about me.

I trusted you and I cheered you on,
and...
- You've lost it.

- Stop talking over me!

I can't do it.

I'm done.

- What?
- If you think that you can talk about
me like that and make me

feel like it's my fault...

..then I don't know who you are.

We're done.

- What are you all looking at?!

- Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know the
severity of Samia's allegations.

- And would you have done anything if
you had have known?

- What did you want me to do? Stop the
game?
- Yeah!

Hold the boys accountable.

But calling things off isn't exactly
your strong point, is it?

- What?

Oh.

Hannah.
- Yes, Hannah.

- Look, I can explain that.

- I am pretty sure that it's her that
needs the explanation, not me.

- Well, I'm pretty sure that you did
that for me.

- You told me you were getting a
divorce, you didn't tell me

that you hadn't discussed it with her
first.
- I was going to.

I'm just...

I needed to tread lightly.

- So you think what happened last week
was treading lightly, do you?

- Well, no, but...

We spoke about it - she knows it's
over.

This doesn't need to affect us.

- How can it not? Do you really think
that I want to find myself

in the middle of what is obviously a
very messy marriage break-up?

Last week - us -

was a mistake.

Whatever it was, it-it can't happen
any more.

I wish...that it...

- DOOR OPENS

- Sorry.
- It's fine. I've got Erica waiting.

Yeah, yeah. No worries. Me and Lindon
are finished, so...

Erica, hi.

Sorry to keep you waiting. Do you want
to take a seat?

- I swear to God, when I get my hands
on you...

- Hey, what's going on? You all right?

- Do I look all right? My toad of a
son isn't answering his phone.

Had your meeting, then - take it they
let you off?

- They said if I want to stick around,
I've got to do an anger management
course.

- That's all right, then, innit?

- Are you kidding me?
- It's insulting.

Well, you did smash up a teacher's
car, Donte.

Does that not suggest to you that
you've got some things you need to
deal with?

- Hold on a minute - do you not think
I've been through enough?

- I didn't mean it like that.
I'm...I'm just saying, you know, might
be worth a try

if it means you keeping your job.
- Oh, thanks for the advice,

but I'm all right as I am.

I don't need none of that.

- PHONE RINGS

Is the party still on?
- Are you sure that's a good idea?

I don't want you getting in trouble or
offending anyone.

- I wasn't... Now, look, if you don't
want me there, then I won't bother.

- That's not what I said. Why are you
deepening it? I just...

I don't understand why you would start
that group chat.

- It was just meant to be a basketball
chat.

- So why wasn't I or Danny in it?

- No, it's...

It was just a few of us at first.

Then some of the other lads joined
and...

..I don't know.

It got a bit out of hand.

PHONE RINGS

Can we just get out of here? Please?

- Yeah.

- Erica!

Erica, Erica!

I am so sorry about what you saw
today.

- Truly disappointing.

I'm not surprised the girls took
umbrage.

You're lucky that coach agreed to come
back.

- It shouldn't have happened.
- After all your talk of discipline,
Lindon,

I expected you to have a better grip
on your team.

- I'm not entirely to blame here.
- Then who is?

Because it appears that disruptive
behaviour

and blatant disrespect are not only
allowed to thrive,

they're almost encouraged.
- It wouldn't be - not if I had my
way.

- I'm supposed to believe that after
today, am I?

When will the pupils learn that
actions have consequences?

- It's not exactly easy when it's one
rule for them

and another rule for staff.

No consequences for a caretaker who
smashes up cars?

- Pardon?

- Oh, right.

I thought you knew.
- No.

And I now wonder what else I'm left in
the dark about at this school.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

I'm sorry, Ton, me and Preston, we're
done.

- Good. I'd be raging if you didn't
chuck him.

Don't ditch me as well, though, will
you?
- Never.

- Have you spoken to our Kells yet?

You should.

- I know.

Hey, you were badass out there today.

- So were you.
- It's deffo worth a few days in
isolation.

- Have you seen Preston? Miss
Campbell's just told me he's been
suspended.

- Yeah, well, that's on him.
- Oh, come on. Don't be like that,
Samia.

- Like what?

- Look, don't get me wrong, I am
fuming that he's allowed

those boys to talk about you and Tonya
like that.

- Yeah, too right.
- But... But, you know, you could've
just told him to rein it in.

You didn't have to cause all that
drama.

- I didn't cause anything. He got
himself into this mess.

- Yes, I know that. But it's just, you
know...
- But nothing, Miss Walters.

He's 17. He doesn't need anyone making
excuses for him.

- Come on.

- Kells!

MUSIC PLAYS INDISTINCT CHATTER

She's so up herself.

- You're one to talk.

- The Samia I knew wouldn't throw me
under the bus like that.

- You don't how lucky you are, mate.

You know, to have someone who cares
that much about you.

- She outed us to everyone.

Almost murdered my chance at a
scholarship.

- Yeah, because you slate her 24/7.

- You're so desperate for her.

- She's not a piece of meat, Preston.

- She might as well be, the way you
drool all over her.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Preston, let's get you some fresh air.

- Steady on, big man.

- Hey.

Thanks for coming to meet us.

- I, um... I heard about you and
Preston.

Is that why you text us?

- Nah. Not all.

I wanted to speak to you.

I was going to message you earlier.

- Yeah, but you didn't, Sam.

- I know.

- You thought that you knew what was
best for me.

And, sometimes, Sam, you don't.

And I'm not stupid.

That's what really, really hurt me.

- I don't think before I speak.
- I know.

- Clearly, I don't even know what's
best for myself.

I screwed up, Kells.

And I'm sorry.

Am I forgiven?

- Maybe if you buy me some chicken
nuggets I can get around it.

Come here.

Aw! I've missed you.

- I've missed you, too.

- Now get off me.

- SHE LAUGHS

Fine.
- Get off!

Oh...
- At least now we know who the real
rat face is.

- Oh, Sam, you can't say that about Mr
King!

- Sorry.

- Nah, but in all seriousness, um,

Dean proper cracks me up.

Ugh! I know, don't even start.

- No, no, no. I'm glad he makes you
happy.
- Yeah?

- Weird thing is, I actually don't
think I'd be able to do

the BU without him.

- Don't cry!
- Wait, wait!
- Jessica?

Don't suppose you know a kid called
Danny Lewis?

Is he about?
- Probably down there.

- Yeah, do us a favour?

You see him in there, babe, let him
know we're outside, yeah?

- Yes, sir.

You're going to let him get away with
calling you babes? Yeah?

Why don't you pom-pom him to death,
like, "Give me a G"!
- No, I...

Are you all right?

Do you want me to get you something to
eat? Sober you up a bit.

Want some chips? I've got some chips.
- No, I'll...I'll just throw them up
later.

- OK.

I don't want to keep going on about
it...

..but what you said in the group
chat...

..you don't have to put up that front.

- Ah, it's just banter, innit?

- Banter?

- Yeah.

What all the lads do.

- Not all the lads.

You're not even like that.

- That's not what everyone thinks.

- I think you act up to fit in.

But that's not the real you.

- I...

..should have said something about
those messages.

I just...

I hated seeing what they were saying
about Samia.

- Why didn't you?
- I guess I didn't want to stand out.

- You need to be yourself. Drop the
act.

- But you see me. Don't you?

Ah, sorry.

Did you not like it?
- It wasn't that, it's just...

You're drunk.

Is this what you really want?

- Maybe.

- I'm going to go dance.

- OK.

- And that was that.
- Here. There we go.

- BOTH: Thank you.

- Kell, you are looking proper peng
tonight.

Wait, can I even say that?

- I mean, it's not exactly ideal, but
I'll let you off.

- He's a work in progress, aren't you?
- Thanks.
- Come on.

- Oi! Oi, you!

- Sammy.

I heard about you and Preston.

I just wanted to see if you were all
right.

- Well, I will be now that he's in the
past.

Thanks for asking.

Um...

By the way, these two lads are looking
for you outside.

- Thanks.

- Yeah, because you know how to use
it, as well.

Oh, here he is.

- What are you two doing here, then?

- Danny! Where are you going? Party's
just started.

- Look, you're not welcome here, so
get gone.

- Vinny tried to play nice, sending
your mum.
- We're not leaving till we've got
Vinny's cash.

- He hasn't got it. Move along. Come
on, come back inside.

- Who's your little pet, Lewis?
- Look, leave him out of it.

Kai, just go back in, please.

- No, don't worry. It's not him we're
after.

- Look, I told my mum I haven't got
it.

So get lost!

Come on, Kai, look, we're going
inside.
- Hey, where are you off?

Oi!
- Get off!

Agh.

Argh!

DANNY GRUNTS

Tell Vinny that I don't owe him
anything!

- Danny, why have you got a knife?

- Never come near this house, my mates
or anyone I know again!

Go!

- Why have you got a knife?

- I thought I needed to protect
myself.

- Yeah, well, you get caught with that
and you're looking at jail time.

So give it to me.

I'll get rid of it. Give it to me.

- But, I...
- No, I'm serious.

I can't be worrying about you getting
stabbed.

Do you know what? If you won't give it
to me, I'm done.

We're over, mate.