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(MONITOR BEEPS)

We should do a rota so that someone's always here.

I'll go first.

Just make sure I'm back for three.

I've gotta take Rita to the park to do a shit.

My dad's dog.

- Well, if you're staying, I'm staying. - Maybe I should stay.

We can't all stay. What sort of rota's that?

RAE: Guys...

It's OK.

I'll do it.

You go get some rest.

What's going on?

What's happened?

( THE CHARLATANS: One To Another)

I hear our day is coming

Gets sweeter every year

Tomorrow could be too easy

And today is gonna be too near

Trust is for believers

And love can keep the faith

I don't need you, I can't buy you

I can't hurt you. So, why were you all in the car together? Where were you going?

Rae?

- We were going to yours. - Why?

- For the party. - What party?

The flat-warming party.

No! We discussed that. I said it wasn't happening.

But I said that it was.

I wanted to talk.

I needed to see you and I couldn't do it on my own.

Well, let's talk.

I can't.

Don't you get it, Finn?

She's in here because of me.

No, she's not here because of...

Rae...

You must be knackered. You go home and I'll wait here, all right?

Oh!

I'll have Karim stick the kettle on.

That's if he can be bothered to get off his backside.

Ever since the council threatened to cut jobs in traffic control,

he's barely moved a muscle.

Even in bed.

That's not normal, Rae. Not with a Bedouin.

They're meant to spend half the night between your thighs.

Oh... Oh, come on, love. Chloe's gonna be OK.

(RACING COMMENTARY ON TV)

Bloody typical. He's done nothing for Monday.

The big four-five.

What?

It's my birthday, Rae.

I'm 45.

Yeah, I know it's your birthday, but why are you saying it like that?

- Like what? - Like it's a well-known thing.

It's a milestone, Rae.

No, it isn't. It's halfway between two milestones.

Well, whatever it is, it's slipped his mind, that's the point.

Even your father used to sing Happy Birthday to me once in a while.

You... go on upstairs.

I'll be up in a minute.

Dear Diary,

to be in a car crash, you first have to be in a car.

And the gang being in that car - that was down to me.

Chloe being in hospital - that was down to me.

My weakness causes damage.

Finn called. He said to call him back on his home phone.

Found those downstairs.

Have a rest, and when you wake up, maybe you can have a look.

Can't.

Look, Chloe wouldn't want you to stop with your studies, would she?

No, Mum.

I need to pass my exams so I can still go to Bristol.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(CLATTER)

(DOORBELL)

Why didn't people tell you when they were coming round?

That way, you wouldn't have to answer the door

looking like Joseph and his Technicolor Dreamcoat.

SOUNDTRACK: Any dream will do.

I don't get it. You can't force someone to drive.

I did.

Now her parents hate me.

- They won't hate you. - Her mum does.

She looked at me like I was Myra Hindley in a long, black wig.

What about you?

What d'you mean?

Well, the whole of Stamford is worried about Chloe, but how are you feeling?

I don't think anyone's worried about me, to be honest.

Well, I am. It's why I'm here, stupid.

I need to keep tabs on my new Bristol buddy, remember?

Can I offer you some advice, Rae?

From someone who has done her fair share of sitting about at home

in sexy dressing gowns.

It's OK to feel shit about yourself.

For a bit. It's totally understandable.

But it's not fair of her parents to blame you.

You need to get out there...

and prove they've got you wrong.

You're her best mate. She needs you.

RAE: Katie Springer was right.

I had to stop sitting around feeling sorry for myself and do something to help Chloe.

And that could only begin with a surprise visit

to the headquarters of the official Rae Earl Fan Club.

Mr Gemmell, I...

You'd better come in, Rae.

Thanks.

- Where's Mrs Gemmell? - She's still down at the hospital.

There's nothing anyone can do.

Well, I think you're wrong, Mr Gemmell.

I think that there are things we could do....

I could do, to help Chloe.

Like what?

Well, for a start, there's her clothes.

See, I know what clothes Chloe likes, so I could just take them to her.

No, wait...

Grapes, that's what you take, isn't it? Grapes.

Does Chloe even like grapes?

No. She likes raisins and sultanas, I think.

But I d... I don't know the difference.

What was I on about?

She likes the ones in the little red box, so I'll just pick some of them up.

Stop talking about dried fruit!

But the main thing is, Mr Gemmell...

You'll like this.

Textbooks.

I could just go up to Chloe's room and get some textbooks.

And then I could read them to her. Over and over.

Because some of it might sink in before, you know, her last exam and she wakes up.

She's asleep, Rae.

No, I know, but some of it might sink in.

No, she won't hear you. She's unconscious.

No, but that's what people do, isn't it? They...

They read and talk to plants.

And vegetables. And that's what makes them grow.

Vegetables - classic(!)

Look, wh...

I appreciate what you're trying to do,

but I really don't think it'll do very much for Chloe.

Besides, you've got your A levels to be thinking about, haven't you?

- So... - That's not important. I don't care.

All the same, my wife and...

We're both... very clear on this.

- That... - Clear on what?

That you've...

you've probably done enough.

It might be best if you...

if you just kept away.

(# MORRISSEY: Everyday Is Like Sunday)

Dear Diary,

when life is shit, turn to music.

When life is scrape-it-off-the-walls shit,

turn to Steven Patrick Morrissey.

Because when it's done to perfection,

music speaks to you in a way nothing else can.

Trudging slowly over wet sand... Sod Mr Gemmell. Chlo needed me.

I could reach her in a different way.

In a better way. In a way only l knew how.

- Karim... - Rae.

Tomorrow is your mother's birthday.

She's think I forget.

I not forget.

Well done.

I will make for her a nice time in this house tomorrow.

And you - you will make a big cake.

- Yes? - Um...

- Well, I can buy a big cake. - For tomorrow?

- Yeah. - After college, you go.

Yeah, I will get a cake.

- A big cake. - A big cake.

Right now, I'm kind of in the middle of something.

Study?

Yeah, something like that.

( BECK: Tropicalia)

It was time to pull out the big guns.

From the Divine Comedy to DJ Shadow, via Beck and the Boo Radleys,

I had the best back catalogue a girl could wish for.

What followed came from the heart.

The best mix tape I'd ever made

for the best mate I'd ever have.

The only way I could say sorry.

... Where there's no more confetti to throw... All l had to do was deliver it.

Got any Elton John, mate?

- Yeah, I'm looking for... - What the fuck?!

It was like seeing a ghost.

A ghost who couldn't be bothered to haunt you half the time.

...Love is a poverty you couldn't sell

Misery waits in vague hotels

To be evicted... What's she supposed to play it on?

(SIGHS)

- I can't see how that's going to work. - Well...

you just lay the headphones on the pillow, then the music just drifts up.

I just wanna help.

Exams start tomorrow, don't they?

Exams aren't important, Mrs Gemmell, not any more.

They might not be important to you.

But they were very important to Chloe.

I know.

- She'd been revising. - I know.

And she wanted to revise the night you came round.

I know.

But she's been very lucky.

She regained consciousness an hour ago and now she's sleeping.

Well, can I see her?

When Chloe wakes up, she's going to find out that her exams, business school,

the things she's been planning, have been thrown upside down.

lf the other car had been six inches further over - six inches -

that would've been it.

It would have been fatal.

A cassette tape isn't gonna give her back the future she deserves.

(SOFTLY) Here.

(SIGHS)

( BLUR: Beetlebum)

Beetlebum

What you done?

She's a gun

Now what you done... Rae, where've you been?

(MUSIC PLAYS THROUGH HEADPHONES)

- What? - Where've you been?

I was at the hospital.

I've been trying to ring you.

Sorry.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Oi, why are you ignoring me?

Rae, have you heard yet? It's great, innit?

ARCHIE: It's better than that. It's fucking fantastic.

Rae, just heard. It's amazing.

Um... This is Katie.

KATIE: Really happy for you all.

So, are we gonna get to see her, or what?

IZZY: Yeah! Her mum said we could go and visit her tomorrow.

So, it was just me that wasn't allowed to see her.

ARCHIE: Oh! This time, I'm driving!

Yeah, last time I let Rae organise a lock-in!

- (LAUGHTER) - FINN: Shut up.

DANNY TWO HATS: The Diet Coke's on the house, but the sherry needs covering.

I've had a ticking-off from Derek at the distillery.

Rae... Rae, are you all right?

Rae, what you doing?

Where are you going?

Rae...

Why am I even anywhere near a pub?

What's there to be happy about?

I nearly killed her.

But you didn't.

Rae, please.

I'm here, Rae, can you not see me?

Look, let's...

Let's spend some time together. Come over to mine and...

You can help me shift that stupid sofabed up the stairs, if you want.

I love you.

I want you back.

I don't deserve it.

That's bollocks. You know it is.

- Is it? - It is.

What's happening to you? You're acting mental.

You sound so surprised.

(SIGHS)

I'm waiting on Kester.

Dr Gill went home.

I'm sorry.

It's Rachel, isn't it?

If you like, Rachel, you can talk to me.

I'll be free in... 20 minutes.

I don't know you.

I'm Dr Allen.

Dr Gill and I trained together in Roehampton.

It's no trouble.

Rachel, it's OK. Lots of people have more than one therapist.

I don't want more than one therapist.

It can be helpful.

Would I look like I'm finding it helpful?

(RAE SIGHS)

(GUITAR INTRO PLAYS)

All I wanted to do was help Chloe,

but maybe the Gemmells were right.

Maybe I should do everyone a favour and just stay away.

Rachel?

I'm sorry. I had no idea... Do you work here?

Look, I'm sorry.

I mean, I came in to get a CD before.

Um...

But I had to go... go and get some money.

Er, which CD?

It was Elton John.

It's ?9.99.

Um...

I don't know why I said what I said next.

It wasn't because he was my dad.

Maybe it was because he was the only person left to talk to.

Or maybe it was just because he looked as shit as I felt.

Just putting the kettle on.

(# THE SMITHS: The Boy With The Thorn ln His Side)

I am in what is known as a studio flat.

You should come over and visit sometime, maybe.

Got a lot on. Exams and...

GCSEs?

A levels.

(SHE SIGHS)

So, you're not living with that woman any more, then?

No, no, no. That's all over.

Huh!

Strange woman.

She refused point-blank to have a sense of humour.

I mean, that is one thing that I will say about your mum.

We did have a great laugh.

She mentioned you yesterday.

Did she?

Yeah.

She said you used to sing to her on her birthday.

Really? Why?

Yeah, well, it's not like she talks about you on a regular basis or anything.

I don't think I treated your mum very well, Rachel.

I regret it.

Maybe you should tell her.

I don't think that'd go down very well.

You don't realise what it's like to have the chance to say sorry

for something bad that you've done.

Rae... I don't think she'd thank me for it.

Yeah, well, it's the right thing to do, so...

(SOFTLY) Oi...

Oh, please don't.

- Please. - No... lt's fine.

- Hey, come on. - No...

Sorry.

Look, I don't know what to do.

(SNIFFS)

Will you answer me a question?

Do you think the fact that I let people down the whole time

and the fact that I always fuck things up,

do you think that's something that I get from you?

Put it this way.

I don't think you get it from your mother.

Thank you.

And I still fuck up.

I think that's what happens. You know,

the longer you leave your mistakes, the harder it is to put 'em right.

You only get one chance to fix your fuck-ups, Rae.

Look, don't worry.

I'll stay out of your record shop.

But I will think about what you said about your mum.

( DJ SHADOW: Building Steam With A Grain Of Salt)

I thought about what my dad said.

You only get one chance to fix things.

I had one night left to revise for sociology and I knew what I had to do.

Sociology Paper 1 is two hours long.

The time now is 11.45, so you have until 1.45.

You may turn over your papers.

I had decided I should take my A levels.

I should take them for Chloe.

How was it?

D'you know what, Chop? Not too bad.

How come you left the pub like that, then?

Should I be worried about you, Raemundo?

Not any more. Thanks, though.

- (SHE GIGGLES) - Look.

Here she is. Stamford's own Cindy Crawford.

- How was it? - It was all right.

- All right? - What questions did you do?

- Er, the one about population. - What about the other two?

You were meant to do three questions.

One question, Izzy.

Well, I did three.

And Tracy Munroe did three.

And everyone else who I was talking to in the canteen just now did three.

Did you only do one question, Rae?

(SCOFFS)

No!

(THEY LAUGH)

- Right, see ya. - IZZY: See ya.

- (BOMB WHISTLES AND EXPLODES) - (MOUTHS)

How'd it go?

Yeah, it was all right.

Yeah? D'you want a lift?

It was weird how Katie kept turning up,

but I needed to get away from the scene of the crime.

Yeah.

(MUSIC PLAYS ON STEREO)

So, were you just driving past, then, or...?

I came to get you, didn't I?

We were worried about you yesterday in the pub.

We?

Me and Finn.

When we saw you leaving.

So, I just wanted to check to see if you were OK.

I hope you don't mind.

No. No, it's fine.

He's a big softie, isn't he?

I had no idea he was so sensitive.

Well, don't you remember him from college?

Never talked to me at college.

No-one did.

At least, not to my face.

(ENGINE ACCELERATES)

Can you just slow down a bit, please?

I'm only doing 30, Rae.

Come on, so what questions did you do in the exam?

Just pull over!

- You don't have to drive. - Rae, chill out.

Will you just pull over? Please, I promise

- it'll all be OK. - Rae, we're not even there yet.

Just pull the fuck over! Now!

(TYRES SCREECH)

Sorry, I'm not used to these brakes.

(MUSIC OFF)

Listen, Rae, tell me to mind my own business with Finn and stuff.

But I just thought you'd wanna know.

No, it's fine.

Er, it's open, Einstein.

- See ya. - See ya.

Even Katie couldn't help me un-fuck-up two sets of A levels.

I just needed some space away from everyone

to figure out how I was gonna sort everything out.

ALL: Surpr...

- Oh... - Bollocks.

There were two options.

Either I'd totally forgotten the big four-five

or Michael Aspel was about to appear and say, "Tonight, Rachel Earl,

"this is your pathetic excuse for a life."

ALL: Surprise!

(SCREAMS IN DELIGHT)

(LAUGHS)

Oh...!

(EXCLAIMS)

Hello!

(MUSIC PLAYS)

LINDA: OK, everybody.

ALL: Speech!

LINDA: OK, um...

When a 43-year-old woman goes to Peterborough Leisure Centre

for her weekly aqua-aerobic class...

...she doesn't expect to meet a man who'll turn her life upside down.

And he slotted into our life right away, didn't he, Rae?

His name was Karim.

Still is.

And he's lovely.

Because he does things like this.

And without him, I wouldn't be having a happy birthday.

I'd just be having a birthday!

(ALL CHUCKLE)

At least there were still some places on this earth

where good people could have a nice time,

safe from the chaotic influence of Rachel Earl.

Er, I put baby to nap.

- Then party! - (CHEERING)

Perfect!

Oh!

(BELL DINGS)

Holy cock and balls.

- (DOORBELL RINGS) - Oh, excuse me.

I'll get it.

- I'll go, Rae. - No...

LINDA: Rae!

- Hello, Linda. - What the f...?

Get him out of here now.

- He w... - Now! I'm telling you.

Right, you can't be here. You've gotta go.

I just came to say happy birthday.

No, you can't.

You come in here, you...

OK, just-just sit there.

No, you've had enough.

OK, so he's gonna stay...

No, look at him, Rae.

Look. This isn't just my day.

- And look at all the work he's done. - I know...

- No, shut... - Mum!

(ON PIANO: Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word)

What have I gotta do to make you love me?

What do I have to do to make you care?

What do I do when lightning strikes me

And I wake up and you're not there?

So sad, so sad

It's a sad, sad situation

And it's just getting more and more absurd... Go.

(SIGHS) No.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. All right! All right, don't fight.

- I'm going. No need to fight. - Please...!

No, don't go. Um, let's have some cake.

Have we got any cake?

Since when is it OK to do that... to this family in this house?

- Well, he's my family. - He's not your fucking family.

He had his chance.

You knew it was my birthday, Rae.

But I forgot.

Cos that's what I'm like.

It's how I've always been. I get it from him.

Everything I touch turns to shit, Mum.

And when I try to say sorry, no-one lets me.

When I try and put it right, I only make it worse.

The fuck-ups, oh, they just keep coming.

But this, Rae.

This, today.

This was a mistake.

But if you're talking about what happened to Chloe...

if you're blaming yourself for that...

...then don't.

That's not your fault.

You don't get anything from him.

Yeah!

So...

...what are you gonna do now?

I wanna see Kester.

(HE SIGHS)

I like parking here.

This is the ugliest building in Stamford, so when you're in here, you can't see it.

My shifts have changed, so I don't work weekends any more.

They should have sent you a letter about it. I'm sorry they didn't.

The accident was my fault.

If you think it was your fault,

why are you calling it an accident?

Did I ever tell you that when I was 17, when all this was black and white...

...I got asked to train, to try out for Wrexham Football Club.

My team.

Did I ever tell you that?

I thought you weren't allowed to tell me anything from your life.

And even though I knew, deep down inside, that I wasn't good enough...

I mean, I wasn't even the best footballer in my school.

...I still went.

I stood there in line with all the other lads, in our tracksuits and our hair.

Three days running around in the pissing rain and I barely got a touch of the ball.

Complete and utter disaster.

Well, it's not the best story I've ever heard.

But...

if I'd never have gone, then I'd never have known.

And that would have been torture.

Just because I didn't deserve a place...

didn't mean I didn't deserve a chance.

Someone saw something in me.

Just like someone - some stuffy professor -

saw something in you.

But this is where we differ, you see?

You and me.

Because you are good enough and you can do it.

But you have to take your chance.

You owe yourself that.

Two more sessions.

That wasn't a session. That was a story.

It was a story session.

I can't think about Bristol, Kester. I need to see Chloe.

I need to say sorry, but her family won't let me.

Come on....

Come on.

Since when have you let other people stop you doing what you want?

I'm glad you came around today... ...one more time, because...

...I sure need

A good companion

I'm losing it

But you're the same

Without you... Are you OK, Rae?

They say I'll be out by the end of the week.

They must know about the leavers' ball.

(SIGHS) I've messed everything up, Chlo.

It's like the crash was just the start of it.

Well, you know why we crashed, don't you?

Cos I made you drive.

It's because you saw my hand.

It's cos we're friends.

That's what did it.

lf I hadn't have kept looking down...

if I hadn't have been worried about seeing this...

...then I'd have been looking where I was going, wouldn't I?

And I'd have seen that car.

I've got your back, babe.

Have you been giving yourself a hard time?

It's OK.

Katie said it's all right to feel shit about yourself.

I'm not sure how I feel about that Katie Springer.

She's wrong...

anyway.

Right, you've got no reason to feel shit, so just...

just carry on what you're doing.

Doing what, Chlo?

I'm not gonna take my exams if you can't.

I'm not going through all of this

for us to both miss out on our exams.

You're the only one who can do them, anyway.

Well, that's not true.

- I was joking. - Oh.

Kind of!

Promise me you'll be brilliant at them.

Rachel...

I don't want to make a scene.

Then don't.

(SIGHS)

I should go anyway.

Will you please do me a favour?

Um...

OK.

Will you bring me some chocolate?!

I've got your back.

Promise me you won't hurt yourself again.

I promise.

Chloe had been the one in the car crash,

but it was me she'd pulled from the wreckage.

She made it OK to think about the future again.

I decided to own up about Chloe's exam paper.

But I had no idea just how pissed off Mum would actually be when I told her.

- Don't start. - Don't you start with don't start!

How was it ever going to work, Rae?

It wasn't.

(SIGHS) I'll have to inform the exam board. I've got no alternative.

They'll probably stop you from taking any more of their papers.

But, can I take other papers from other boards?

Not at this college, no.

It... It's not Rae's fault.

Things have been difficult at home recently.

My ex-husband's been around causing trouble.

And my current husband, who's a lollipop man,

has been told he's going to be losing his job.

The council want to replace him with a pelican crossing.

So, what with the crash

and all the pressure I've been putting on her to do her revision,

things have been a sort of hell at home for Rae these last few days.

She would be the first person ever in our family to go to university.

Ever.

She deserves that.

You know she does.

(APPLAUSE)

Er, there is a thing called special circumstances.

lf I can talk to your therapist today,

then perhaps we can make a case for a retake.

But you'll have to take it now before your English paper.

There's a 24-hour rule.

And there it was.

The great escape.

Steve McQueen had his motorbike.

Rachel Earl had a middle-aged white woman in a hijab.

- You were incredible. - No, you were stupid.

Stupid.

Don't you let yourself down, do you understand?

There's people counting on you.

(SIGHS)

PRINCIPAL HARRIS: Sociology Paper 1 is two hours long, giving you until noon.

You may turn your paper over.

Dear Diary,

there is something about taking an exam

that feels less pressured than normal life.

I think it's because no-one who reads this paper

will ever know who I am or what I've been through.

All they will know is my name.

Love, love is a verb... Every word I wrote on the page was like taking a step back from the edge.

My future is mine for the taking.

My future belongs to me.

...Gentle impulsion

Shakes me, makes me lighter... - Rae... - I just wanna talk.

- Go on... - If you'll let me.

Rae, what do you...? What do you mean?

Finn...

- I'm sorry I pushed you away. - Right, OK. I...

See, I'm getting better. I promise. I'm sorting my head out.

- I know... - Look, Finn,

I don't care if we are together long-term

or short-term or officially...

- Rae, I think we should just... - I don't care, because I need you,

Finn Nelson, and you need me.

- Right, we need to sit down and talk. - Talk about what?

About you changing your mind about things.

Yeah, I know, but...

I'm not gonna do that any more.

I'm not.

I promise. Let's just say that...

I'm your new flatmate, cos you know what happens

when you have a boy flatmate and a girl flatmate,

- don't you? - Yeah, yeah, I know.

You get a flatmate-with-benefits scenario.

- Yeah? OK? - I know, I know, just hold on a second.

- Come on. - Hold on. No, no, no, Rae, please.

- No, Finn. Why are you being weird? - Please, please. No, no. No, stay...

Rae.

- Where you going? - Move, Finn.

No, Rae... Rae... Please don't.

What?!

What, Finn?!

(DOOR SLAMS)

- Can I help you, love? - Er, yeah. Um...

Um...

I... I-I wanna see Kester.

- Kester? - Kester Gill, yeah.

Kester Gill doesn't work here any more. He hasn't worked here since April.

What?

No.

Can you check again?

No, I don't need to check.

- He doesn't work here. - Can you check again, please?

He hasn't worked here since April.

Right, I'll just go and get him, then.

No... No, you won't.

- Kester! - No, no, he's not down there, so don't...

- Kester! - That's enough now. You need to go now.

- Why are you doing this? - I'm not doing anything.

- Now, come on. Come on. - You're just a liar.

You're a liar.

(SHE PANTS)

(DISCORDANT MUSIC SWELLS)

(INDISTINCT, DISTORTED SPEECH)

What are you doing?

(DISCORDANT MUSIC CONTINUES)

You don't want to be doing that. Come on, come on. Come in.

Come in with me. Come on.

Come on.

Come on, you're all right.

PRINCIPAL HARRIS: English Literature Paper B is three hours long.

The time now is precisely two o'clock,

meaning, for those of you who don't do maths, you have until five.

You may turn your papers over.

( BJ?RK: Army Of Me)

Stand up

You've got to manage

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