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[ Knock on door ]

-Morning, Headmistress.

-Can't you see I'm working?
-May I sit down?

-No.
-Oh.

I was wondering
if you were any closer

to finding the culprit
who dropped the bag of drugs

in the playground --
the, uh, "mari-ju-ana"?

-Da 'erb problem is being
dealt with as we speak.

-There's a peculiar
smell in here.

-Must be the Glade.

They've brought out
a new flavour.

-Oh, really?

What's it called?

-Jamaican Breeze.

On your way out, perhaps
you could tell my secretary

I'm not to be disturbed.

Thank you so much.

And if you find another bag
of ganja on school property,

do bring it straight to me.

[ Reggae music playing
over speakers ]

-Daphne?
-Yeah?

-Our glorious leader has asked
not to be disturbed.

-Right.

"Do not disturb...

headmistress."

[ Phone ringing ]
Oh.

Hello, Greybrick School.

Uh, no, you're right,
it is Greybridge.

I'll put you
straight through to her.

[ Phone ringing ]

-♪ We never know
what tomorrow may bring ♪

-What's up?

[ Music slows, stops ]
Ofsted?

Hello?

[ Indistinct chatter ]

♪

Quiet, please!

I can still hear talking.

-God, it's like being at school.

-You are at school.

-Well--
-Right, everyone.

We need to batten down
the hatches.

There's a major shit-storm
coming our way.

Tomorrow, we have a little visit
from our friends at Ofsted.

Oh, great --
first I go and drop

my bag of grass
in the playground, now this.

-Now, hear this --
the inspection is being led

by one Ms. Steele,

who, as some of you have heard,

seems to get her kicks
from closing down schools,

so we all have to be
on top form tomorrow.

-With respect, Ms. Baron,

let's remember
that great teachers

have nothing to fear
from an inspection.

-True, so I suggest you
take the day off sick.

-We're all right behind
you, Headmistress.

If the children
misbehave, we beat them.

-Oh, God help us.

Right.

Yes, Miss, erm --

-It's Postern.

P-O --
-We haven't time for that.

-Well, as you know,

my teaching methods
are somewhat maverick,

but I get results.

-And the point is?
-Getting to it, my question,

should I employ a more
traditional style of teaching

for the inspection,
or just carry on being

the inspirational Miss Postern
the kids know and love?

-My advice would be to
turn down the volume

on your personality, dear.

-It's extremely grating.

Any more questions?

Nobody?

Right, that's it.

Class dismissed.

[ Quaint acoustic music ]

-Sarah?

I just wanted to say,

in answer to your question,
don't go changing.

-Oh, thank you.

-♪ I love you
just the way you are ♪

-Well, that's very kind.

-[ Melodic vocalising ]

♪ Don't go changing
to try and please me ♪

-You're embarrassing me now.

Stop singing immediately.
-Sorry, but I mean it.

Don't change a thing, your
teaching, your hair, your mole.

-I don't have a mole.

-Well, what's that
thing on your chin?

-It's a beauty spot.

-Is it?
-Yes.

-You're sure?
-It is a beauty spot.

-Sorry, forget I said anything.

But for future reference,

how big does a beauty spot
have to be

before it can be
categorised as a mole?

-A lot bigger than this.

-Got it.

And as I said,
don't change a thing.

Teachers like us don't need to.

-Well, you do.
-Excuse me?

-You need to change.

-Hm, well, I appreciate
your honesty, Sarah.

If there's one small area I
could perhaps improve upon,

what would it be?

-Ooh, where to start?

Erm, well, the kids find
your lessons boring.

-Mm, haven't heard
that one before.

-And you're very pedantic.

-Yeah, I did just say one area.

-Plus, you're really
old-fashioned, you know,

the way you talk,
the way you dress.

-Yeah, I'm gonna stop you
there, it's getting personal.

-Yes, well, the mole
was quite personal.

-Now you're saying it is a mole.
-If you'll excuse me, Keith,

I've got a rather exciting
French lesson to go and teach,

unlike Chemistry lessons,

which I've heard
can be rather dull!

[ Speaking in French ]

"EastEnders"...

[ Speaking in French ]

"Hollyoaks"...

[ Speaking in French ]

"Hollyoaks Late"...

[ Speaking in French ]

[ Bell ringing ]
Now, tomorrow we're going to

have an Ofsted inspector sitting
in the class with us.

-Oh, my God, are you going
to lose your job, Miss?

-No, no, of course I'm not.

I'm actually probably
the best teacher here.

-Then why can't we
speak French, Miss?

-All I'm going to say is,

can you just behave as
if it's a normal lesson?

Nicholas, could I
just speak to you?

-Am I in trouble, Miss?
-No.

[ Imitating French accent ]
Bubble gum?

-What?
-[ Normally ] Bubble gum?

-Uh, no, thank you.

-[ Imitating French accent ]
It's Hubba Bubba!

[ Normally ] It's Hubba Bubba.

-I'm fine, thank you.

-So, how are things?

-Fine.

-Not really, are they?

Are they?
Are they really, though?

-Yeah, fine.
-Not being bullied?

-Nope.
-Well, that's a shame.

-Can I go now, Miss?

-No, a bit of extra
homework for you.

Can you just learn this tonight

and then tomorrow we'll
go through it in class?

-Is it a play, Miss?
-Yeah, yeah, it is.

It's --
It's a play of sorts, yeah.

I mean, it's just something
I've knocked together.

You're playing "Bullied Child,"

and I've highlighted
all your lines for you,

so let's just go through it.

-"Miss, I need to
ask you something."

-"Yes?

I'm your teacher,
I'm here to help."

-"I'm being bullied."
But I'm not being bullied, Miss.

-No, I know you're
not being bullied.

But for tomorrow, could you
just pretend that you are?

-I don't want to.

-Well, that's a shame, Nicholas,

because I really wanted to give
you an A in your coursework.

Let me know if you
change your mind.

[ Drum and bass music ]

[ Engine growling ]

♪

-Why are you dressed like that?

-Well, you know me.

I've always been very "with it."

-So, what you going to do when
Cher wants her jacket back?

-Very funny.

So, Trevor,
you looking forward

to your last day at Greybridge?

-You what?
-You must be worried.

Those Ofsted inspectors
can sniff out a bad teacher

a mile away.

-I'm not a bad teacher.

-Oh, no, no, no.

You're an abominable one.

-Who are you calling
"amobidable"?

-Nobody.
The word's "abominable."

Any good teacher
would know that.

-Yeah, but what are you gonna do
when Cher wants her jacket back?

-Yes, you've already done
that one. [ Chuckles ]

Morning, Sarah!
-Morning, mm.

I see you've taken my advice.

-Mm, not really.

I was thinking about getting
some new threads anyway.

But...do you approve?

-Mm, can I be honest?

-I'd rather you weren't.

-Then you look great.

-Ooh, thank you.

-Now, have you reserved
the inspectors' seats

in the canteen for lunch?
-Done.

-And have you polished all
the trophies in the cabinet?

-Yep, both of them.
-And has the shiny

toilet paper
in the staff lavatories

been replaced with something
a little more forgiving?

-I've even left some moist
wipes on top of the cistern.

-Daphne, you're a treasure.
-[ Sniffing ]

-What is it?

-It's just, there's a bit
of a funny smell in here.

-Smell of what?

-Like someone's been
smoking cigarettes

but not normal cigarettes.

-Well, I must try and get
to the bottom of that.

-I can smell it in the
chairs and everything.

-Yes, all right, all
right, I'll sort it out.

You go and meet the inspectors.

But don't let them
in here 'til I say.

-Got it.
-Stall them.

Give them a guided tour.

Paint a glowing
picture of the school.

-So, do or don't mention the
outbreak of happy-slapping?

-Don't, obviously.

-Don't mention --

-Well, don't write it down.

Now go, go, go, off you go.

They'll be here in a minute.

[ Curious music ]

-Excuse me.

-Morning.
-Will you take us to

Ms. Baron's office?
-Right you are.

Trying to get the place
looking spick and span.

I hear we've got a visit coming
from those Ofsted bastards.

This way.

Girls' bogs.

French, and this is my
old Geography classroom.

That's where it all
started unravelling for me.

It's 'cause I'm Welsh, you
see, and my name's Barber.

Kids used to chant, Baa!

Baa, baa!

Non-stop.

When I...close my eyes,
I can still hear it.

Baa, baa, baa.

-Excuse me, can you --

-I can't stop!

Oh, shit!

[ Aerosols hissing ]

-They found me crouched
in a cupboard,

munching on an atlas.

That's the problem
with the kids here.

You can't control 'em.

None of us can.

Not even the headmistress.

That's her office.

-Stop!

You can't go in.
-What?

-The door's jammed.

-Right, hold this.

Caretaker to the rescue.

[ Aerosols hissing ]

-Welcome to Greybridge!

Always a pleasure
to have a visit

from our friends at Ofsted.

-Ofsted?

Oh, bugger.

I've let everyone
down again, haven't I?

Oh.

It's my pigeon.

-You must be Ms. Baron.

May we sit down?

-Yes, of course,
Ms. Steele, gentlemen.

Here's our brand-new
prospectus for you to peruse.

We're very proud of this school.

-A strip seems to have
been ripped off this.

-Strange.

Oh, I must look into that.

-Don't worry, Ms. Steele,
we've got some more here.

-As you can see, on page five,

we have some terrific plans

for the playing fields
that are currently grass.

We need to get rid of the grass.

-Oh, are we having Astroturf?
-We will.

But first, we desperately
need to remove the grass.

-[ Gasping ]

[ Whispering ]

-What?

[ Whispering ] Oh, for
goodness' sake, woman.

-What's that?
-Nothing.

-We should really get on
with this inspection.

-Yes, yes, of course.

If you would care to
leave any bags here,

you're very welcome.

-That won't be necessary.

-Do the teachers all
know we're here?

-Well, I may have
mentioned it in passing

to one or two members of staff.

But don't worry,
what you're about to see

is a perfectly normal day
here at Greybridge.

-How is water created?

[ Laughing ]

-You look like a sperm.

-Well, there's no need for
that sort of language.

Sorry about that.

Now, Jake, as you know, my
lessons are never boring,

which is why today I
am a hydrogen atom,

and I would like
to introduce you

to my twin brother who is also
a hydrogen atom, Mr. Hubble.

[ Laughing ]

-I am a sperm!

[ Laughing ]

-You are a hydrogen atom.

-I am a hydrogen atom.

-And we are both unstable.

-That's why I'm on the pills.

-We are unstable atoms.

So, we need to meet another
atom with spare electrons.

Jo?
[ Laughing ]

Jo is an oxygen atom and we
are both attracted to her.

-Speak for yourself.
-In the exercise.

As you may have noticed,
Jo has a pair of balls,

[ Laughing ]
Tennis balls,

which represent, anybody?

-Testicles!

[ Laughing ]

-No, you're not helping.

They are electrons.

Now, us two hydrogen atoms want
to share oxygen's electrons

so we can bond to form...

Anybody?
-A menage a trois!

-No!
[ Laughing ]

Anybody?

Anybody?

It's up on the board.

-H2O.
-Correct!

And that's how you
teach chemistry.

[ Grunting ] Jo!

Back in the cupboard, please.

[ Chattering ]

-This is a disaster.

If Ms. Steele finds
the drugs, we're finished!

-I'm so sorry, Ms. Baron.

[ Gasping ]

I've got an idea.
-What?

You could happy-slap her
while I steal the bag.

-Seems inconceivable, Daphne,

but you've actually come up with

something that will
make matters worse.

-Thank you.
-It isn't a compliment!

We have to think of something!

-[ Stuttering ]

[ Cymbal crashing ]

-[ Grunting ]

We haven't followed
the syllabus this year,

never have, never will,
not in Luke Martin's class.

We haven't been learning
about Beet-hoven,

or Mozart, or Batch.

Why? Because I make my lessons
relevant to the kids.

All this term,
we've been learning about

the fifth-biggest rock band
in the UK right now, Kasabian.

Watch this.
Lead guitarist?

-Serge Pizzorno.
-First single to chart.

-"Club Foot."
-Where did Kasabian meet?

-Countesthorpe Community
College, Leicester.

-Smashed it, mate.

Shame you don't get proper music
like Kasabian,

or Snow Patrol,
or The Arctic Gorillas,

on the GCSE music syllabus,

or, as I like to call
it, sylla-bull-crap.

Yeah, teacher said a bad word!

Oops! Get over it.

[ Bell ringing ]
Right.

Get lost, the lot of you.

Catch you later, yeah?

Obviously, normally, I
do stick to the syllabus.

[ Acoustic music ]

-Oh, hello again.

Sorry about calling you all
a load of bastards earlier.

I hope you're having
a smashing day out.

-Just looking for
the bathroom, thank you.

-Oh, well, let me show you.

I've just cleaned them,
as it goes.

You can put that in your
report, if you want.

Toilets, outstanding.

-I'll think about
that one, thank you.

-Yeah, well, here at Greybridge,

we like to be top
of the bogs, eh?

Can I interest you in a copy
of yesterday's Daily Star?

-No, thank you.

-Ah, well,
have a wonderful dump.

[ Liquid trickling ]
-Ah.

-Morning.

[ Curious music ]

-Ah, there you are, Ms. Steele.

-Can I help You, Ms. Baron?

-Well, I just brought
you a cup of coffee,

and there's a Bendicks mint
on the saucer for you.

-Put it there.

What are you doing?

-I was just wondering how
the inspection's going.

-I'll file my report
at the end of the day.

-Well, I can't wait to read it.

-I can't wait for you
to read it either.

[ Soft scraping ]

Ms. Baron?

-Yes?
-You seem to have

got your foot caught in my bag.

-Have I?

Oh!

So sorry.

-I'm watching you, Baron.

[ Cheerful music ]

♪

[ Whistle blowing ]

-Gunn's in the house!

Right, Year Nine, PE.

What do we normally do?

-Wash your car?

-All go down the chippy?

-Watch cage-fighting?

-[ Laughing ] Little
jokers, ain't they?

Don't ruin it for me.

No!

We play...basketball.

It's my best sport, obviously.

Here you are, watch this.

[ Basketball bouncing ]

[ Whistle blowing ]

[ Upbeat hip-hop music playing ]

♪

Yes! Yes!

-You didn't bounce it, sir!

-You, off!
-What?

-Talking back to
the referee, moosh!

Yes!

Oosh, oosh, oosh!

Yes! Slam-dunk!

♪

♪

♪

♪

Sorry, chief.

[ Metal rattling ]

-[ Speaking in French ]

Le bingo?

No?

Le bingo?

[ Speaking in French ]

Okay.

[ Speaking in French ]

[ Continues speaking in French ]

Le bingo?

No?

Le bingo.

Non? Le bin--

Well, that's all the balls.

So, everyone should
have had bingo by now.

-But I didn't hear
any numbers, Miss.

-Well, they were all in French.

-Oh, you should have said.

-Yes?

I'm your teacher.

I'm here to help.

-Miss, I need to
ask you something.

-You're being bullied?

Well, I'm very
sorry to hear that.

How long has this been going on?

-I'm being bullied.

-A week?

Who's bullying you, Nicholas?

-A week?

-Well, perhaps you'd like to
stay behind after the lesson

and we can get to
the bottom of this.

-One of the older boys.

-That's very sweet of you
to say!

-I wish all teachers
were like you, Miss.

-And that's the
end of the lesson.

Just an ordinary lesson.
[ Laughs ]

[ Bell ringing ]

Ooh!

I wonder what you're
writing back there!

Scribble, scribble, scribble!

[ Precarious music ]

[ Stall door creaking ]

♪

[ Door squeaking ]

Ooh. [ Laughing ]

We're going to have to
stop meeting like this.

-It's you.
-Yes, it's me.

So, obviously,

what happened in my lesson
shouldn't have happened,

and I accept that.
-Please, get out of my way.

-Just to say I would like to
make a donation to Ofsted.

-What?

Is this a bribe?

-No, it's a donation.

But you can choose
to give it to Ofsted,

or...
keep it for yourself.

-Do you think you can
corrupt me with money?

-No.

No.

Here is my Nectar card, there
are 50,000 points on that.

-[ Whispering ] Hello,
Headmistress.

No, still haven't got it.

I'm just hiding in the toilet.

She hasn't seen me.

[ Door creaking ]

She's seen me!

-Aye-aye.

What's Postern blubbing about?

-She'll want me to
go and comfort her.

-I saw her first, mate.

Ouch!

[ Clattering ]

-What are you doing?

Can't you see I'm upset?

-I'm sorry, Sarah, I'm
actually here to help.

What's the matter?

-I've made a dreadful --

-What's the matter, princess?

-Can you please
stop touching her?

-You stop touching her.
-Will you both, please,

stop touching me and listen?

This is about me!

-Yes, Trevor, a bit
of hush, please.

Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh, sh!

-You sh-sh-sh-sh up yourself!

-I've made a dreadful
mistake in my inspection.

-That's a shame,
mine went brilliant.

-And mine went brilliantly.

-Can we get back to me, please?

Then I went to the toilets.

-What, number ones
or number twos?

-What? It doesn't matter.

-No, I suppose ladies have
to sit down for both,

don't they?
-Sometimes I sit down

to have a wee.

-Sometimes I stand up
to do a poo.

-Can we just get back to me?

Then I went into the toilets,

and I accidentally...

bribed Ms. Steele.

-[ Sharp inhaling ]

That's a career-ender.

-Well, don't say that!

-Well, I'm not saying it'll
lead to a custodial sentence,

but it's hard to imagine
you ever teaching again.

-Hey, hey, don't worry, babes.

When in trouble,
reach for the Gunn.

I'll have a little talk
with her, if you like.

You know what I mean?

-Oh, no, no, please,
don't, Trevor.

You'll just make it worse.

-Would you like me
to talk to her?

-Well, that's probably
not quite as bad.

-Thank you.

-But I would still
rather that you didn't.

Please, don't either of you
even think about doing anything.

-Oh, right.

No, I get it, I get it.

She doesn't want
us to do anything.

-No, I don't want
you to do anything.

-No, got it.

She don't want us
to do anything.

If you know what
I mean, Churchy?

-Not really.

-She doesn't want us...
to get involved.

-Ahh!
-Ahh.

-To be clear, I really don't
want you to do anything.

-Yeah, reading you
loud and clear, babes.

[ Precarious music ]

♪

-There she is.
-Right, I'll handle this.

When we get inside, I'll
do all the talking, right?

-Right.

-Oi, Missus.

-Excuse me?

-My friend's got
something to say to you.

-Me?

Oh, excuse us.

I thought you said you were
going to do the talking.

-Yeah, I started it.
-Well, you finish it!

-I will finish it,
you do the middle bit.

-What is it that you want?

-Ah, well...

Good day to you, Ms. Steele.

My colleague and I
would like to discuss

the very delicate issue of
Miss Postern's "behaviour."

-Go on.

-Over to you.

-You know...

You know the money that she
offered you in the bogs?

Well, that was an accident,

'cause it dropped
out of her hand,

so we'll say no
more about it, okay?

-Bribing an Ofsted inspector

is an incredibly serious matter.

-No, yeah.
No, of course, yeah.

How much did she --

-£60.
-Really?

What if we said 65?

-You're just making this worse.

[ Coins clinking ]
-Yeah.

-68?
-Right.

I'm going to have to add
all of this to the report.

What are your names?

-I'm Mr. Martin.

-And I'm Mrs. Klebb.

[ Mischievous music ]

♪

-Well, I hope you had a lovely
day here at Greybridge.

-Here's my report.

-Ah.

-It makes for shocking reading.

-Complete disregard
for the syllabus,

use of foul language,

bribery, intimidation, assault,
serious misuse of a urinal,

two teachers dressed as sperms!

Adequate number of bins.

Well, that's something
we can be proud of.

-I'm recommending the school
be shut down immediately.

-But what about the staff?

They work so hard.

And what do I tell
all the children?

They love this school.

-I don't care
what you tell them.

[ Unzipping ]
If I had my way,

the place would be
burnt to the ground.

-Well, thank you so
much for popping by.

Always lovely to have
a visit from Ofsted.

Let me show you out.

-Goodbye, Ms. Baron.

-One last thing, Ms. Steele.
-What?

-You've forgotten
to sign the report.

-Oh!

What's that in your bag?

-What's what in my bag?

-That!

[ Staff gasping ]

-I don't know.
-Ms. Steele,

drugs are strictly forbidden
on school property.

-I know that.
-Then why bring this in?

-Listen, I have absolutely
no idea how this got here.

-Ah, you see, memory loss.

It's the main side
effect of smoking doobie.

-Mm, skunk-brain.

-Ms. Baron, if you think
this changes anything.

-It changes everything.

Obviously, while you
were writing this report,

you were off your tits!

-On da 'erb.

-Thank You, Mr. Church.

And that is confiscated.
Mr. Barber?

-Headmistress?
-Please, escort our guests

from the premises.

-Come on, let's be
having you, out!

Chop chop.

Eyes to the floor.

Get out, out!

[ Applauding ]

-Daphne.

-Yes, Headmistress?

-I'm not to be disturbed.

[ Door creaking ]

[ Muffled reggae music ]

♪

[ Man singing indistinctly ]

♪

-Bullying. Bullying.

Not a word we want to
hear at this school.

-Stop saying it, then.
-This is something

you call rap therapy?

-Yeah, rapathy.
-God help us.

-For the last time, I'm not
making you Head of Science.

-He's cold.

-Blimey, he's snuffed it.

-Where is his body?

-I know just the place.

-Is it all right to
put him in there?

-Yes.
The binmen are coming tomorrow.

[ Cheerful music ]
-♪ When I think about the days ♪

♪ There is something
of a haze about it ♪

♪ No, we're not the same ♪

♪ But let's not
break the chain ♪

♪ We should play
this game together ♪

♪