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♫ When you're feeling moody

♫ When you're feeling sad

♫ Hop straight down to my pad

♫ Soon you may be happy

♫ Soon you're feeling glad

♫ Be prepared to look me up

♫ Stamp your feet and lift 'em up

♫ Let's get ready to roll

♫ Rock n roll

♫ Hike your knees and rumble up

♫ Like the rumble of a thunder bolt

♫ It's not electrocution if you're wired for sound

♫ It's gonna hit you with 100,000 volts

♫ And you can feel the rattle

♫ And you can feel the roll

♫ The music's running through you

♫ From the vein track to your soul

♫ So lodge it up, we're charging up

♫ Rock n roll

- Sophie.

Why aren't you up, you'll be late for school.

- I don't feel very well.

- Oh you do feel a bit

hot and clammy.

I'll go and get the thermometer.

Oh.

It'd be a shame if you missed the championships next week.

- Actually, I'm feeling a lot better now.

Miss?

- Yes, Sophie?

- Can I tidy up the paint cupboard?

It's very messy, miss.

- Well go on, then.

It was gonna be your turn to read,

but I suppose you can do that another day.

- Can I go to Emma's now?

- Not right now, sweetheart, dinner's nearly ready.

- But daddy's not home yet.

- Well if he's not home in time,

then we'll go ahead without him as usual.

He can have his when he does get home.

- But I promised her I'd go around before dinner.

- Well I'm sure she'll survive without you for once.

Oh, you can set the table for me instead.

Well go on, Sophie.

Go and set the table for me.

- But, mum, the thing is, Emma's mum

said you wanted to make... - Sophie please.

Just do as I ask you for once in your life, will you?

- Good night, sweetheart.

- Dad?

Will you read to me a bit?

Like you used to?

- So what are we reading?

An oldie but goodie, huh?

"Sophie couldn't sleep.

"The night was too dark for her..."

Good night, James.

Don't stay up all night, will ya?

- I won't.

Good night, dad.

- All tucked up?

- Sophie is.

James is still doing his homework.

- He's gonna be Prime Minister one day, that boy.

- Can't say the same for Sophie.

She asked me to read to her.

I haven't done that in ages.

Then I asked her to read a bit of the story herself,

she was, well, really struggling with it.

It was only Sophie and the Red Stone, nothing difficult.

- Yeah, I know.

I've asked about it at school but they

just said not to worry about it.

Apparently she's just a bit lazy but she'll catch up soon.

- Maybe she's spending too much time at the gym club.

- Maybe.

Oh, but she's very good at it.

Ooo, are you gonna be able to make the championships

next week?

Only, you haven't seen her perform for ages

and I know she'd love you to be there.

- Well I don't know.

I'll see if I can rearrange things at work.

But you know what it's like.

- Richard?

What's the matter?

- No, it's just a twinge, that's all.

- You sure?

- So, Mr...

Mc...

Mc...

Mc...

- McGregor.

- So Mr. McGregor p...

P...

Picked.

Picked up the.

And went back into his house.

Can I go and do some drawing now, miss?

- Alright then, Sophie, off you go.

But you know, you really are gonna

have to try harder with your reading.

- Well, Mr. Smith.

There's not much doubt about it.

You've got angina.

Considering that you smoke, your blood

cholesterol level is more than twice what it should be.

Your father had angina, and you are

in a very stressful occupation.

It's not really that much of a surprise, is it?

- Okay, ready?

Be confident, do your best, and enjoy it.

Okay, good luck.

- Come on Sophie!

- Come on Sophie.

- Come on Sophie!

- Daddy will be proud of me now, won't he?

- Your dad's always been proud of you.

Oh, he's proud of both his children.

- Let's go into my room.

- Is he alright?

- I'm afraid his coronary arteries

are quite severely blocked.

Dangerously so.

I don't think we can afford to delay things

so I've arranged for him to be operated

on this afternoon.

- Can you come in here for a moment, please?

Both of you.

I've got something to tell you.

Hello darling.

- Don't worry, he's gonna be fine.

Really, he's doing well.

A heart bypass, even an emergency one like this,

is a routine operation.

He'll be good as new before you know it.

- I'm going to be like him one day.

- Like who, sweetheart?

- The doctor who fixed daddy.

I'm going to be a doctor.

- Yeah, right.

- You new this year?

- Yeah, we moved here in the summer with my dad's work.

- It's not so bad, you'll get used it.

Come on.

- Becky.

You can read Macbeth and...

Yes, Sophie, I think you can read Lady Macbeth.

Let's see what you're made of, shall we?

- But I haven't got a book, miss.

- Alice, lend her your book.

- But I don't know it, miss.

- All the more reason for you to read it.

Off you go, then, Becky, from...

"I have done the deed."

- "I have done the deed.

"Didst thou not hear a noise?"

- Sophie.

That's your cue.

That means it's your turn to read.

- Why don't you leave her alone, miss, it's her first day.

Let someone else do it.

- Oh, do be quiet, Becky.

Well?

You gonna read the line, or not?

- Not.

- Just ignore him.

- Yeah, it's easy for you to say.

- I guess.

I'm Becky Sharpe.

Rebecca, to my every-loving parents.

Becks to my friends.

- Sophie Smith.

Thanks for sticking up for me in there.

- Hey, why wouldn't I?

We're friends.

Aren't we?

Hey, why don't we...

- Okay. Why not?

Hey, is it biology first today?

- Yeah, a new teacher though.

Replacement more ratty as his piles done.

- Hemmoroid, please. - Whatever.

- Who do they think they are?

- What did you say?

- She said, "who do you think you are?"

- Oh, well you see, I know who I am,

and it's not some fat cow of a girl

with bad teeth and zits.

- Yeah?

Well it's time you realized that

guys like a girl with a brain.

Not some bimbo caked in makeup.

- Okay, listen up, class.

I'm Mr. Brown's replacement.

I teach biology at Denby College

and I'll be here for the next three weeks

while Mr. Brown's away on sick leave.

- I heard he had piles, sir, is that right?

- I've no idea why Mr. Brown's away.

But if you thought you'd escape getting

your homework marked, then you're wrong.

And in the case of some of you,

it looks to me like a wake up call is in order

if you want to have any chance of getting your GCSEs.

Okay?

Right.

So today we're going to see what you know about blood.

I want you to look at the slides on your microscopes

and write down what you see.

Look for anything out of the ordinary.

Maybe something you haven't seen before.

Sophie Smith?

- Here, sir.

- Have a seat.

I wanted to talk to you about your homework.

- That bad, huh?

- No.

In fact, it's quite a reasonable effort.

But...

- Bad spelling.

- Do you think you might have a problem?

- I know I've got a problem, I can't spell.

- Well, according to Mr. Brown's notes,

your practical work's excellent.

But your written work, it just doesn't match up.

And I have seen something like this before.

Can I ask you something?

- I suppose.

- Do you have trouble reading?

Any idea why?

I think you might be dyslexic.

I want you to have some tests.

Special tests that will show up whether or not you are.

What do you think?

Are you up for it?

- Okay, why not?

- Good.

I'll let you know when I've organized it.

- Okay, Sophie, the next test for you to try is this one.

Okay?

Now you make one, like the one on the card here.

Go ahead.

Don't worry, I know it can be frustrating,

but it helps us to find out what the problem is.

And then we can try and do something to help.

- Sorry.

- Don't worry about those, I'll pick them up later.

There's just a few more tests for you to do.

- According to the Dyslexia Institute, the tests

indicate that Sophie is quite severely dyslexic.

- I knew there was something not right, I knew it.

Right from when she was a toddler.

I told her teacher, I told her that I was concerned

that she wasn't reading as well as her brother was

at that age, but,

well they just blamed it all on her.

They said she was lazy.

- Well they were wrong.

And there's more.

The tests indicate that Sophie might

be suffering from scotopic sensitivity syndrome,

which would also affect her reading ability.

We'd like her to have some more tests,

focusing specifically on that possibility.

- So from the time he was very small,

Bobby had learned about engines.

- There's no doubt Sophie has scotopic sensitivity syndrome.

- What exactly is that?

- It's an abnormality connected with the way

the brain deals with full spectrum white light.

It's quite difficult to explain so I use these

to show what I mean.

Now this is what you and I see

when we look at a page of text.

And this is what Sophie sees when she

looks at a page of text.

Unless the words are small, she can't see

the whole word and focus at the same time.

She has to build up the word a few letters at a time.

But it's not all bad news, we can help.

- How?

- The problem of SSS relates to the high level

of contrast normally found with black text

on a white background.

Reducing the contrast reduces the adverse affect.

We have to find the best count for Sophie

but by using a pair of glasses like these,

her reading will be improved enormously.

- Sophie Smith!

Remove those sunglasses this instant.

- They're not sunglasses, miss,

they're to help with my reading.

- I will tell you again.

Take them off, now.

- So that's over.

- Yeah, but it still doesn't change the fact

that I'm the laughing stock of the whole school.

Ugh, I wish that Mr. Simpson had never come here.

- You know you don't mean that.

I saw the way you looked at him.

You've got a crush on him don't you?

All googy-eyed whenever he was around.

- I was not.

Anyway, I saw the way you brushed up

against him every chance you got.

- Yeah, well he is a bit tasty, isn't he?

- You're hopeless.

- Well never mind, it's gym now,

so we can forget about sexy teachers and the rest

of it for a while.

Last one there pays for both of us.

- Sophie?

I've entered you for the nationals next month.

- No way.

I'm not good enough for that.

- Well I think you are, so you better make your mind up

between now and then to put in the hours.

I don't want you making a liar out of me.

I won't.

She's taking me to the nationals.

I have to show my...

And shoes, I need shoes.

- I know but have you got your training partner, though?

- You'll never guess what.

I've only been entered in the nationals, that's all.

- That's very good, sweetheart.

Well done.

- What's wrong?

What's happened?

You're not sick again, are you?

- No, no it's nothing like that.

Go and fetch your brother from his room, will you?

We've got something to tell you.

Please, Sophie, just go and fetch him.

- James!

- I'm afraid it means we're gonna have to leave this house.

And sooner rather than later.

I'll start looking for somewhere to rent tomorrow.

Money will be very limited for a while.

So I suggest you both try to get Saturday jobs.

- What's the matter, Sophie?

Daddy lost his job?

- Piss off you loser.

- Oh, so I'm the loser, am I?

Hello, I'm not the one who got kicked

out of her house now, am I?

- Just...

Forget it Becky, she's not worth it.

- You don't wanna take any notice

of the likes of Carrie, you know.

- Yeah, I know.

But she's right, though, I am a loser.

- Hey, cut that out, will you?

Didn't you win yet another trophy last month?

And didn't you get entered for the nationals this month?

And you're gonna be a doctor for goodness sake.

- Becks, I'm dyslexic.

I can't even read a book.

And my grades are hopeless, you know that.

All I wanna do is be a doctor, but what

chance have I got of going to medical school?

- Don't talk like that.

This is not the Sophie I know.

The Sophie I know would never just give up.

It's always gonna be harder for you than

it is for other people.

That doesn't mean you should give up.

And as for this situation with your dad and his job,

well I've been through that as well, you know.

Why do you think I work at the pizza parlor?

The main thing, the most important thing,

is to always make sure you have enough

money for the things that really matter.

Like a visit to the beauticians.

- And a new pair of shoes every now and then.

- Exactly.

- Oh, that hurts.

- You okay?

- Yeah, I think I just pulled a muscle.

So it's just a pulled muscle, isn't it?

- I don't think so.

I think it's a bit more serious than that.

There's a problem with one of the discs in your back.

- But it's nothing to worry about, yeah?

- You know, it's not that unusual for gymnasts.

- What isn't?

- Trouble with joints.

You're turning into a woman, Sophie.

It's perfectly normal and natural.

But it does mean that what you do as a gymnast

puts a lot more pressure on your joints

than you used to do, say, when you were 10 years old.

- Yeah, right, so can you fix me up or not?

- Physiotherapy will help.

And if you rest it, there shouldn't

be any longterm affects.

But you're gonna have to give up gymnastics.

- You mean just for now, yeah?

- No, Sophie.

I mean for good.

Otherwise, this is just gonna be the start of your problems.

Next it'll be your knees.

Then your ankles.

And you could do permanent damage.

You could end up in a wheelchair.

- Ah.

What did the doctor say?

What is it, sweetheart?

What's wrong?

- What?

- Sophie, can I come in, please?

- Why, what do you want?

- I just wanna talk to you, that's all.

Mum said you're upset.

Is it to do with the doctor?

What did he say?

About your back?

- He said I had a disc out of place.

- And that's what's upset you?

That's quite a common thing.

You sure it can be fixed?

- You don't understand, you never understand.

- What?

What don't I understand?

- He said...

He said I had to give up gym or I'd end up in a wheelchair.

- Oh.

I see.

Still, it could be worse.

- Worse?

How could it be worse?

You never understand anything, dad.

Gym is the only thing I am good at.

I'm useless at schoolwork,

I can't play a musical instrument

because I can't read music.

If I have to give up gym,

there is nothing else for me.

I was just wondering, maybe I could coach or something.

Would that be okay?

- Yeah, sure, that's okay.

- Thanks.

- Kate told me about your back.

It really sucks, that.

- Yeah, tell me about it?

- What are you going to do?

- Well I can't do gym anymore, can I?

- I think I'll pack it in, too.

It won't be the same without you.

- You're a good friend, Becky Sharpe.

Did I ever tell you that?

- Constantly.

- See ya. - See ya.

Hi.

- Hiya.

- Tim said you were in here.

Not your usual habitat.

- Yeah, well if I wanna be a doctor,

I have to get better grades.

- Sure.

See you later.

- Yep.

- Quite the little swat these days I hear?

I heard about you giving up gym.

What's it like being, oh, how shall I put it?

Physically challenged?

Not only are you thick,

but now you're a cripple as well.

- Good morning, Sophie.

- Morning, sir.

Sir?

Can I ask you something?

- Go for it.

- What subjects do you need at A level

if you wanna get into medical school?

- Well the usual ones are physics, chemistry, and biology.

- Physics, chemistry, and biology.

- But you don't just need to do the right subjects.

You need to get good grades, as well.

- Meaning what?

- Sophie, you're struggling to pass your GCSEs.

And now we know you're dyslexic as well.

- Yeah, no thanks to you.

It took a supply teacher to tell us that.

Thanks for your help, sir.

- You okay? - Yep.

- I'm going for a manicure, do you wanna come?

- No, I've gotta get this done.

- You know, you don't have to work all the time.

You can have a bit of fun, you know, now and again.

- Okay, you're right.

Let's go to the beauticians for a bit

of touchy feely therapy.

After all, we have to make sure we always look our best.

Wow, what wouldn't you give for those?

- You can't afford them.

- Oh.

Look.

Oh, okay, you win.

Good bye my little green toe warmers,

I'll be back.

- You're hopeless.

My dad says I've got to leave school

after GCSEs and get a job.

- Well what about your A levels

and going to uni to be a physio?

- He says he needs me to start paying

for my room and food.

- But what about your dream?

What about my dream?

I can't do it without you.

You're the only one that believes in me.

- I thought I'd get a job,

and maybe go to college part time.

Do my levels that way.

- But that'll take forever.

Maybe you'll get such excellent results,

that your dad'll have to change his mind.

- Yeah, right.

- Well this is it, the moment of truth.

- Hello, Sophie.

Next.

Next, come on, Becky.

- Bad, ay?

Me, too.

Nevermind.

We'll just have to do better on our A levels.

Come on.

I think we could both do with a night on the town.

Come on.

- Hey, girls.

How old are ya?

How old are you?

Hey, guys, stop that.

- Fancy a dance?

- Not right now, thanks.

- Why not?

- I'm with her.

- Well that's okay, 'cause my mate's over there.

I'll go and get him.

- No, no, no, you don't understand.

I am with her, we are together.

Get it?

- Whatever.

- Come on all you beautiful people.

It's me and Becks, ready to have a good time.

- Yes.

If you don't wanna have a good time,

just get out of the way.

But if you do, bring it on, we're ready for you.

- We are so ready.

- Hi, guys, you wanna have a good time?

- Becky.

- Sorry, jacks, looks like I've already got a date.

- Behave yourself, for goodness sake.

- Shh.

- You're late.

- We just went for a curry.

You like curry, don't you, dad?

- You two better get to bed.

We'll talk about this in the morning.

- Shh.

Shh.

"We'll talk about this in the morning."

- So, was it a celebration, then,

or were you drowning your sorrows?

I know you got your results yesterday,

I don't live in a vacuum, you know.

- Oh, that.

- Yes, that.

Well?

- Not good.

- How bad?

Nevermind, sweetheart.

Not everyone could be academic.

It's not the end of the world.

- You don't understand, I need to get good grades.

- Sophie, it's okay.

Passing exams isn't everything.

- It is if you wanna go to medical school.

- Oh, Sophie, please.

Not that again.

- I am not giving up, no matter what anyone says.

Back to school on Monday.

- College starts for me on Thursday.

I wish you were coming with me.

- Yeah, well dad says I have to stay at school

if I wanna get my A levels.

- It's the end of an era.

- No it isn't.

Just because I'm going to school

and you're going to college doesn't

mean anything's gonna change.

You and me are two of a kind.

We'll be friends forever.

- Yeah, of course we will.

We gotta keep each other focused.

- It's good to have you back.

- Oh it's good to be back.

- It's not the same as actually doing it though, right?

- No.

Oh, Lucy, keep your legs straight

and your toes pointed.

- Maybe you should think about doing

a less academic subject.

- What, like home economics or something

equally pathetic?

- Sophie, I'm just trying to help, that's all.

- Yeah, well you're not helping.

And I've got another class to go to.

- Mr. Brown says I'll easily get into medical school

if I want, with my grades.

Though, why anyone would want to be a

pathetic doctor is beyond me.

I'm gonna be a barrister.

Me dad's a barrister, he says it's great,

and you get paid loads of money.

- Think Dr. Smith might be just a little

bit upset with you, Carrie.

- These exam results are the worst I've seen

from a class in the 10 years I've been

teaching chemistry to A level.

I'm really disappointed with all of you.

With the exception of Carrie Boardman here,

who alone managed to achieve a respectable mark.

And where exactly do you think you're going?

- I'm leaving.

- No you're not, the class isn't finished yet, sit down.

- I don't think you heard me.

I said I'm leaving.

I quit.

See ya.

- Sophie?

My office.

Now.

I'm not saying you didn't have reason to be upset,

I'm not saying that.

But that definitely wasn't the way to deal with it.

- Whatever.

- If you intend to continue your studies

at this school, young lady, you're gonna have

to do something about that attitude of yours.

- Oh, is that right?

Well maybe, just maybe, it's their attitude

to me that's the problem.

- Oh, come on, Sophie.

- No, I've had enough of this.

I'm out of here.

- Your mum told me.

Why?

Bad results on your marks?

- It's not just that.

- Then what?

- They all think I'm thick.

Too thick for anything.

Why can't they see that I'm not stupid?

I just have a disability, that's all.

I mean, not even that.

My brain just works differently to everybody else's,

but it's just as good.

Why can't they understand that?

- You just have to ignore them.

You and I both know that you've got what it takes

to be a doctor.

Just like we both know that I've got what

it takes to be a physio.

And we're gonna prove it to them.

Aren't we?

- Yeah, too right we are.

You think they'd have me at your place?

At Denby?

- No problem.

We'll be together again.

You and me against the world.

Who says we can't be what we want to be?

Maybe we could even share a flat, and be independent.

What you think?

- Oh yeah.

- And there's another thing.

Guess who the biology teacher is?

- No.

- So you see, it's true what they say.

Every cloud does have a silver lining.

- Hi, Sophie.

Still working as hard as ever.

You don't need to worry, you know.

You're going to get a good grade.

- Good enough for medicine?

- If it was up to me, yes.

Now I've given you a good reference.

If we don't get in, then it's their loss.

I think you'd make an excellent doctor.

- Do you know you're the first person

who's ever said that to me?

Apart from Becky of course.

If it wasn't for you, I would've give up years ago.

- I seriously doubt that.

How's work?

- At the hospital?

Yeah, good.

I'm good, thanks.

I enjoy it a lot and it's good experience

for me as well.

A good thing to have on my CV.

- What have we got here?

- Overdose, heroin most likely.

- GCS is three.

Heat rate, 50, irregular.

- You need anyone?

- No, we can take over it now, thanks.

Do some routine bloods for an OD and

do an ECG, okay?

See you in a few minutes.

- Hi.

I'm Sophie.

I'm gonna take care of you for now.

What's your name?

I just have to attach these to your chest

to monitor your heart, okay?

- What are you doing? Get off of me.

- I just have to attach these to your chest

so we can monitor your heart.

It won't hurt and it's for your own...

- Bitch!

Get off me.

- What happened?

- Oh, I was just trying to get an ECG

and she got a needle and stuck it in my arm.

Then she just ran out and called me a bitch.

- What was she here for?

- Overdose, I think.

- An addict, then?

- Yeah, I think she must be.

She had an arm like a pin cushion.

- In that case she was high risk for infection

and you need treatment.

Come on, you need to talk to someone in occupational health.

- Oh.

- Hi.

- Hiya, come in.

She's in bed, not doing too well.

These antiviral drugs seem to be really messing her up.

Visitor for you.

- I brought you these.

I thought they might cheer you up a bit.

- Thank you.

I'll get Becky to put them in a vase.

Unless you mean we have such a thing as a vase.

- I was sorry to get your call.

Any idea how long you'll be like this?

- Um, no, but I have to take these bloody

pills for six weeks.

Let's hope I'm not like this all the time.

- I brought the books you asked for.

And a list of chapters to read if you feel up to it.

I'll just put them here for you.

- Thanks.

- If you like, I can call in now and again

and go through the work with you.

Sort of tutor you.

- That'll be great.

If you're sure it's no trouble.

- I'd be glad to do it.

Can't have my star student falling behind

the rest of the class, now can I?

- I'm not your star student.

I'm practically the worst in the class.

- Actually, you're not.

Not by a long way.

I have high hopes of you, Sophie Smith.

One day I'm gonna be proud to say

that I taught you

when you're a top cardiothoracic surgeon.

- Do you really believe that?

- Do you?

- Oh, I've always believed it.

- Then that's exactly what you'll be.

You're the most determined and tenacious person

I've ever met.

You just don't know how to accept defeat.

And judging by your dissection work in the lab,

you have an amazing talent for surgery.

- You can go now.

Thanks for coming.

- I'll call you.

About the tutoring.

- Don't you think you've done enough for one night?

You need to get plenty of rest as well, you know.

- Okay.

So...

What do you wanna do instead?

- Well, I'm gonna go home and do some marking.

And I suggest that you put your feet up,

watch TV for an hour and then go to bed.

See you tomorrow.

- Bye.

- It's a good thing your course is nearly finished.

- Are you gonna miss me?

- Why?

Where are you going?

- You know damn well where I'm going,

I'm going to medical school.

- When's the interview?

- Thursday.

And my dad's going with me.

- Well, this is it.

Good luck, and remember, just be yourself.

- Sophie Smith?

- Yes.

- Come with me, please.

So, Miss Smith, why do

you want to be a doctor?

- I've always wanted to be a doctor since I was small.

Since my father got ill and was treated by

very competent doctors.

- Why do you think

you'd make a good doctor?

- I think that not only am I passionate

about medicine, but I'm very good at dealing

with people and

I really enjoy...

What?

- At least they didn't reject you out of hand.

- Yes they did.

They told me to consider doing a related course,

I.E., not medicine.

- And if you did well on that, they

would seriously consider you for medicine.

- Dad, that would mean doing four years of something like

biomedical science, and five years of medicine.

- But you've got to see it from

their point of view, as well.

And at least it's still a possibility.

- Yeah, if you say so, dad.

- I almost forgot.

I got you a present.

Just something I picked up in Edinburgh.

- You bought me shoes?

- I know you have a thing about shoes.

Bet that surprised you, didn't it?

- Yeah, dad, it did.

Thanks dad, they're great.

- Oh, you're hopeless.

Yes!

- Good news, I presume.

- But I did, I only bloody went a did it.

Three A's.

So, what about you?

Did you get the results you needed?

- Looks like I'm going to Edinburgh.

- See.

I told you you'd do it.

- Yeah.

- So what's wrong?

You're going to uni, we both are.

- Yeah, but you're gonna go and do something

that you really wanna do.

You're gonna be a physio.

I'm doing biomedical bloody science.

- For now.

But you will be a doctor, I know you will.

You just have to do it the hard way, that's all.

- Oh, Becks, I always have to do it the hard way.

- Well, you're not gonna mope around here all day.

We are two girls that have passed their exams,

and we are gonna celebrate.

So come on, get dressed, and I mean dressed.

We're going shopping.

- Not for...

- Yeah, shoes.

- Hello, ladies.

You two are looking great this morning.

Congratulations.

You'll make an excellent physiotherapist.

Good.

I knew you'd do it.

Well done.

- We're going out to celebrate tonight.

Me and Liam, Sophie and...

- Wanna come?

You're not my teacher anymore, so,

it's okay for us to be seen together in public now.

- Go on, come with us.

It won't be the same for Sophie if you don't.

- Okay.

I'd like that.

♫ It's you I am

♫ 'Cause you're my hero

♫ You're all that I want

♫ Yes you're my hero

♫ You're all that I need

♫ You're all that I need

♫ You're all that I need

- God, about time for a drink.

Let's go get a drink, Liam.

- It's awkward then.

- I think it's really sweet.

- Pathetic, if you ask me.

- Well I wasn't asking you.

Now you two, what you wanna do now?

Do you wanna try that new place on Wellington Street?

- Um, we thought we'd call it a night.

- What?

It's early, it's too early to go home.

- Yeah, come on, the night is young.

Oh, I think they want to be alone.

- Suit yourself.

Come on, Becky.

- Typical, isn't it?

- What is?

- Well it's finally okay for us to be seen together

in public, and I have to go to Edinburgh

in a couple of months.

- Yeah.

But it's gonna be a great couple of months.

- That was well spotted.

The neutrophils in the spinal cord section.

- Thank you.

- You know, we're gonna miss you when you transfer to Leeds.

- Thanks.

But, you know the reason.

- Love above everything else, ay?

- Yeah.

I'm gonna continue my studies,

just as a married woman, that's all.

- So how long's it's got now?

- Three weeks, two days, and...

21 hours.

- Well good luck to both of you.

- Thanks.

Becky!

- I can't believe I'm actually a qualified physiotherapist.

- I know, it's great.

Let's get a drink and celebrate the fact that

at least one of us has achieved their goal.

So, congratulations.

- Thanks.

Couldn't have done it without your encouragement.

- Well we encourage each other,

that's what friends are for.

- And the studies, are they still going well?

- Well, they're predicting that I'll get a first.

- A first?

You're kidding, that's fantastic.

Well done, you.

Who'd have thought today,

me a physio and you on for a first?

We ought to go back to that school

and show them what we've achieved,

nevermind that they thought we were useless.

- Too right.

- So, Peter behaving himself?

- Oh, he's lovely.

And you know, the amazing thing is,

he really believes in me, like no one else ever has.

Oh, apart from you, of course.

- In the presence of God and before this congregation,

Sophie and Peter have given their consent

and made their marriage vows to each other.

They have declared their marriage

by the joining of hands, and by the giving

and receiving of rings.

I therefore proclaim they are husband and wife.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

Make sure you catch the bouquet.

- Right, I don't think Liam's ever going

to ask me to marry him.

- Don't talk like that.

Dreams, girl, dreams.

I didn't give up, so neither should you.

Hiya.

What are you doing here?

- I was just passing on my way out and I saw you.

It's a bit late.

Shouldn't you be in a pub or a club or something?

- I wish.

I'm a bit behind the rest of the class

so I thought I'd put in some extra time.

- You have to work twice as hard as everyone else,

don't you?

Because of your dyslexia.

- Yeah, but I'm used to it now.

If I wanna be a doctor, I have to do whatever it takes.

- What are you doing in the summer?

- Um, I dunno, I'll

probably try and get a job, make some money.

That's not fair, Peter having to support me all the time.

- How 'bout working for me in the summer?

I could do with an assistant as dedicated as you.

What about it?

- I dunno.

What would I do?

- Carry out some experiments for me

and maybe some preparation of slides.

I've noticed how good you are with a scalpel.

And maybe it'd perform part of your dissertation.

What do you think?

- Okay, yeah.

I'd like that.

- Good.

That's settled then.

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

For now, you should pack up for the night,

and go home, okay?

- Yes.

Oh, this is great.

- I'm glad you approve of my choice of confectionary.

- No, I mean the whole thing.

A whole weekend with nothing to do.

Nothing I have to do, it's great.

- Well, it sort of prys you away from

your microscope for a couple of days.

See if you could cope with a bit of sunlight.

What's Becky gonna do now she's qualified?

- She's got a job at the Center for Paraplegics.

Helping them to keep fit and so

their muscles don't waste away.

- Doesn't sound like much fun.

- Yeah, but it's what she's always wanted to do.

She's doing exactly what she wants to do.

- You will, too.

You're far too determined to fail.

No one would dare to refuse you.

- Edinburgh did.

- Yeah well that was four years ago.

It'll be different this time.

- Yeah, maybe.

- Come to bed, it's 2 o'clock.

- I just need to finish this bit.

Just a couple more minutes, I promise.

- This is gonna be the mother of all dissertations.

- You bet it is.

- This is excellent, I mean, really good work.

In fact, um...

I'd like to use some of it in a paper

I'm writing at the moment on regeneration of neurons.

And you know, credit you as co-author.

And...

I'd like to present the results for the research

you did for me at a conference in March.

Conference is in Paris.

And I'd be really pleased if you could come.

All expenses paid.

And, I'd particularly like to thank the person

who conducted much of the research

on which this paper is based.

Stand up, stand up.

This young lady's name is Sophie Smith.

It's a name you should remember, because

she has a very bright future ahead of her.

- That's the last one.

They've all rejected me now.

Again, every last one of them.

What do you have to do to prove

that you can be a good doctor?

I'm gonna get a first in biomedical science.

I have had my research published

and presented at an international conference.

I've worked for three years in an A&E department

of a hospital.

What more could they possibly want?

- But... - And then there's you.

You told me that I could be a good doctor.

- And I really do believe that.

- You made me believe that.

How could you do that to me?

How could you get my hopes up like that?

You must've known it was impossible.

- But Sophie...

- Why didn't you tell me it was hopeless?

You bastard, bastard, bastard.

- Okay, here's the plan.

So first we're gonna do some shopping.

- For shoes, yeah?

- Hey, what else?

Some things never change.

And then I think a visit to the beauticians

is called for.

- Oh yeah, I really do want a facial.

All this crying's really made a mess of my skin.

- Well all that stops right now, understood?

No more crying about something

you can't do anything about, okay?

- Yeah, okay.

You know, it's just so unfair...

- Whoa, no more.

It's history.

And we are gonna have some fun.

Agreed?

- Well, you did it Soph, well done.

- Thanks.

A few years behind most people,

but I got there in the end.

- Don't undersell yourself.

It's a fantastic achievement.

And I'm so proud of my brainy wife.

- I couldn't have done it without you.

- Hello.

- Oh were you there, in the audience?

- Wouldn't have missed it for the world.

- Wow, this is a bit over the top, isn't it?

Why do I deserve this special treatment?

The place is full of people who have graduated.

- This is true.

Grab one for me, would you?

But they

haven't been offered the chance...

To do a PhD with one of Britain's top research scientists.

Will you do it?

- Yeah.

Okay, it might be fun.

Harry?

- Mhm?

- Can you come and have a look at this for a sec?

- Yep.

This is fantastic.

If we can replicate these results,

it's a breakthrough of massive importance.

- Thanks for letting me part of these trails.

- No problem.

But just remember that they are trials.

There's no guarantee of success.

Oh, gotta go, I'll speak to you later.

- So how's it going?

- Good.

So far the results of the trails

prove what we found in the lab.

- That's brilliant, you must be so proud.

- You know, I still find it difficult to believe.

- What?

- That the girl I found in a class I was supply

teaching 12 years ago, the girl who could

barely read and had little chance of ever

passing her GCSEs, is now conducting

clinical trials into a new treatment

that she helped to develop

and that could bring new hope to

so many people all over the world.

It's just amazing.

You are amazing.

- Time to go in, you ready?

- Whenever you are.

- Welcome back

to this, the final session of this year's conference.

And for this final session, we are privileged

to have with us, Professor Harry Donaldson.

Most of you will be aware of the work of

Professor Donaldson on the regeneration of neurons

in the spinal cord.

But he is here today to present to us

the eagerly awaited results of clinical trials

he and his team have been conducting over the past year.

Professor Donaldson.

- As John mentioned, we have been conducting extensive

clinical trials of a new treatment for paralysis

for 12 months and the time has come to

announce the results of those trials.

But I thought that rather than telling you myself,

I would introduce to you the person who

actually made the initial discovery on which

this treatment is based.

She is a remarkable woman.

Who achieved a first class honors degree

in biomedical science, graduating at the top of her year

before being spotted by a certain,

very perceptive professor of neurology.

Yes, okay, it was me.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor

and great pleasure to present to you

Doctor Sophie Smith.

- Thank you professor.

Oh, this is scary.

But I think that the results I'm going to tell you about

should speak for themselves.

In fact, I wish they could.

The treatment that these trails were set up to test...

So there is still work to be done.

But in conclusion, I can confirm

that the trials have been successful.

And have proved that the treatment is effective

in most cases.

Thank you.

- As you can see, it's required some effort

for me to be here today.

It's not me you should be applauding.

Well them.

Without them, I'd still be in a wheelchair.

And this young lady in particular, Dr. Sophie Smith

is the best damn doctor in the world.

♫ Did I tell you I'd give my own

♫ And did I tell you

♫ These red flowers

♫ You gave me the whole world

♫ But I'm still headstrong

♫ And so I try

♫ I try

♫ And so I try

♫ I try

♫ You know I try

♫ I try to see

♫ The way my love should be

♫ You know I try

♫ I try to see

♫ The way my love should be

♫ And did I tell you

♫ I give my all

♫ And did I tell you

♫ These red flowers

♫ You gave me the whole world

♫ But I'm still headstrong

♫ Yeah I'm still headstrong

♫ Just too headstrong

♫ I'm too headstrong

♫ Just too headstrong

♫ Did I tell you

♫ But you're still so

♫ Did I tell you

♫ But you're still so strong

♫ Did I tell you

♫ But you're still so strong

♫ Did I tell you

♫ But you're still