Episode 16 Waterloo Road

The fire that broke out last term, that damaged the school,

that scarred Imogen Stewart, was started by me.

Well, Lorraine's concerned the PRU isn't working

and she wants Barry out.

Barry's trouble, right?

And a bad influence, especially on his sisters.

Yeah, and the PRU is equipped to deal with him.

You need to try and find a way of telling people the truth.

Starting with your own son.

That's never going to happen.

Connor can never know the truth.

Me and you then, how about it?

You could be charged with arson, that's a custodial sentence - do you know what that means?

Psst! Psst!

What are you doing down there?

Locked out.

Where have you been?

-Party.

-Whose?

Just let us in, will you?

It were amazing. I haven't slept. Couldn't stop dancing.

With Barry?

Yeah, he's pretty good.

Very good, actually.

We had the best time.

-You don't mean, you didn't?

-What are you doing up?

She slept with Barry Barry.

Oh, my God.

What was it like?

I hope you used protection.

Course we did, I ain't stupid.

Come on, then, spill the gory details.

It were perfect.

Oh, he's dead, y'know, romantic and gentle.

We are talking about Barry Barry, right?

He's different when he's with me. Anyway, I've got to get this essay done for Budgen.

That was due in yesterday.

No, Catherine is the one who dies, not Helen.

Ugh!

This is a great book, Mr Budgen.

One hopes that isn't the sum total of your coursework.

I were just a little bit confused...

Sssh!

You here that?

What?

The school bell.

No.

Me neither.

-Morning, Miss.

-Not so fast, Rhiannon.

I've just marked your literacy assignment.

You're showing no signs of improvement.

What do you expect when I'm stuck in the sin bin?

-The unit is working for everyone else.

-Bully for them.

It's that sort of attitude that's not helping.

You have to understand the value of your education.

Don't be distracted by the likes of Barry Barry.

I'm serious, Rhiannon.

You're a capable girl, and with the support of the unit, you'll get some decent qualifications.

Hiya. Does Mr Clarkston still work here?

-Worst luck.

-Who wants to know?

He used to teach me back in Rochdale.

Pity we don't have your sort here any more.

Some bloke in the paper yesterday got five years for arson.

Lucky you got away with it.

I didn't.

I'm on probation, remember?

I'm just saying, it could have been a lot worse.

I might as well be in prison. Byrne's transferred me to the PRU.

-Hi.

-Hello.

I never got a chance to say thanks for sticking up for me.

It's all in the past.

Hey, you need my say so to trade here.

What, scared of a bit of competition?

-How about you give me those and we call it evens.

-Dream on.

-Hey, who're you pushing?

-Calm it, lads.

-What, he stole my money!

-Is that true?

-I can't see no money.

-Oi! Get off me!

-Hey!

Bolton Smilie. What are you doing here?

Er, we're on manoeuvres in the area.

You always said to pop in and see you, Mr Clarkston.

It's Tom, now you're out in the big bad world.

You making yourself useful already? What's going on?

-He was nicking this kid's money.

-He owed me. Stick to your own battles, soldier boy.

Don't bite off more than you can chew, Barry.

Bolton was top dog when you were still in primary.

Right, well, let's grab a cuppa. I'll give you the tour.

I'll show him round. Maybe see a bit of the school as well.

You're all right. It's you I've come to see.

You, with me.

Good morning, Sonya.

Well, it is now.

-You get married or something?

-No, why?

-Lost your eye for the ladies?

-Ha, out of practise, I guess.

Bolton Smilie!

-In the flesh, Mr B.

-I'll get him to the cooler. Come on.

Grade A troublemaker, that one.

You used to say that about me.

Nah. You were a diamond in the rough.

He is a snake in the grass.

So, is this what passes as fashion in the world of popular music?

I wish.

No, I had to swerve the MC-ing, got ripped off by too many promoters.

This is for real, I signed up.

Pity.

I rather hoped you would realise your musical ambitions.

But you hated my music! Confiscated half my CDs in year 11.

One doesn't have to be an aficionado

to rue the tragedy of the unfulfilled dream.

Well, you're walking proof of that, eh, Mr B?

If that is the regard you hold us in, why are you back?

Was passing.

Nobody just passes this place.

Tom said we'd always be welcome.

Mr Clarkson, ever the soft touch.

-Meaning?

-Former students rearing their ugly heads

means only one thing in my experience. Trouble.

I'm not in no trouble.

And I didn't come down with the last shower of rain.

What are you tapping him up for?

Look, why don't you button that

and keep that out of what don't concern you.

It appears that the army have succeeded

in removing the diamond and cultivating the rough.

-Was that you?

-What are you going to do about it?

Listen, I want to get rid of him as much as you. I'm serious.

Actions speak louder than words.

-Ooh, here he is, Casanova.

-What are you on about?

You getting it on with Rhiannon last night.

In her dreams! She crashed me mate's party.

Couple of sherbets and she passed out on the sofa.

-Who'd have thought, my brother likes that much meat on his bones.

-Barry!

-Ooh, someone's keeping fit.

-Someone had to sell the car

to pay the fine for perverting the course of justice.

Still, nothing like a brisk walk to clear the head.

Without the bottle, there's not a lot to clear.

You need something positive to focus on.

-There's the year ten theatre trip next week I suppose. Can't wait.

-There's more to life than work.

Is there?

My diary's so empty I could still get a refund on it, Audrey.

When can we have a proper catch-up?

I'm mad busy this morning, but I'm free at lunch.

Why don't you go and have a look around town? Do you want a drink?

-No, thanks. I'd rather hang here.

-Who's this then?

This is Waterloo Road's original heartbreaker, Bolton Smilie.

Daniel Chalk, Waterloo Road's original geek.

So, army, eh? You seen much action?

-He's been in Afghanistan.

-Wow, that must have been tough.

Well, that's what we're trained for.

We are all very proud of what you're doing out there.

Heroes, one and all.

Working class boys shanghaied as cannon fodder

for corrupt politicians' phoney wars do not heroes make.

Don't see many crusty old English teachers being awarded the Victoria Cross.

Why're you wearing fatigues?

Surely dress uniforms for official visits, no?

-Nikki was a captain in the army.

-Yeah, sorry.

Erm, this isn't official, ma'am, just spur of the moment.

At ease, it's fine, I'm a civvie now.

-Mr Budgen.

-Knock!

DOOR CLOSES

Well, you spelt your name right, that's a start, I suppose.

Rhiannon, wait a second,

perhaps you'd like to show Bolton around the school?

No, it's all right. I'm cool staying here.

No, it's good if she spends time with someone like you.

She doesn't get many positive role models.

I don't suppose they come any more positive than you, mate.

Leave that here, it's fine.

I know this place, remember. Nothing nailed down goes walkies.

It's not been such an issue since you left.

Er, the lad's come to visit, not get press-ganged into helping you with the PRU.

If you have any issues about how I run things,

please feel free to mention it tonight in the meeting.

GIRLS GIGGLE

What have you said?

Oh, Barry, I never said nothing, I promise.

Scout just got the wrong idea.

Hey, chill, can't blame a girl for having good taste.

We're cool.

Is that for me?

Guilty. It's just a little something.

You're one of us now.

Soz.

So, where do you want to go first?

Perhaps the cooler, his natural habitat.

Grantly, man, give the lad a break.

He blew that when he signed up.

See, underneath all that bravado, the boy had talent.

The army might be the making of him.

The army breaks more men that it makes.

Ah, this smoulders all over Rochdale.

Don't be fooled, it's the same dump underneath.

-All bling, no thing, eh?

-Don't see the point of it, really. It's all just a big, fat waste of time.

I hear that. School never did anything for me.

And you've done all right for yourself.

Miss Boston can stick her PRU.

-PR-what?

-Where they send all the failures and troublemakers.

Fob us off with one-on-one lessons and stuff. It's dead strict.

Sounds a bundle of laughs. Glad we never had it.

They'd stuck me at the front of the queue.

Danielle Harker.

Always sniffing around me, she was.

Hi. Sonya.

Michael's executive PA.

-Michael?

-Headteacher.

Listen, if you need anything, you let me know.

That's my extension.

We used to get up to all sorts!

Most improved student?

Teacher speak for thick but tries.

Last I heard, he was selling shoes in the Arndale.

Do you miss your old mates?

Where are all my boxing trophies?

Where are they?

I was district champ, that's more than any of these try-hards.

There's a load of stuff from the old school under the stage. Come on.

So how long were you in Afghanistan?

Six months last time.

Don't you get homesick?

Bit more to worry about, like not getting your head shot off.

Yeah, I see that on the news.

Bringing the coffins out of the planes is well sad.

GUNFIRE

My best mate was in one of them coffins.

Sorry. Me and my big gob.

Not your bad. We signed up on the same day.

Used to rip him for having this posh southern accent, but he was solid.

We bunked together over there. Never seen a man as happy

as when he found his girlfriend was up the duff.

And the next day...

What were his name?

Andy Turner.

Ah, Miss Salt. The very person.

Sorry, sir, I were just coming.

Why? There's obviously nothing we can teach you.

A stunning piece of work.

Immaculately structured, contextually spot on,

analytical and yet deferential.

You're obviously a Hemingway fan.

-Yeah, love him.

-Don't lie, girl.

Hey, easy.

Have it to me by the end of the day or you fail the course.

So fail me, I don't need this.

Another one bites the dust.

What do you expect when she's got you teaching her?

Oh, and that's your excuse is it, Smilie, for amounting to nothing?

A tour in Afghanistan isn't nothing.

I'm out there, putting my life on the line, so civvies like you can sleep easy in their beds.

And a very fine job you're doing. Michael Byrne, headteacher.

-This is Lorraine Donnegan, our school benefactor.

-Hi.

How would you like to give a talk to our sixth form?

Me? Nah, I don't...

I think they'll find it far more inspirational than one of Mr Budgen's classes.

Are you going to let her talk to me like that?

So what do you think, Bolton, would you impart some wisdom for us?

Be a long time waiting.

I thought you were supposed to be teaching.

No, really, a success story like yours

could help focus the kids here on what they actually want to achieve.

I mean, there's nothing more worthwhile

than fighting for your country.

So what do you think? Will you help us out?

All right, you're on.

Great. Assembly hall, period four. See you then.

Thank you.

Mrs Mulgrew, you're coming with me at lunchtime.

Time to put some fun back into life.

-What sort of fun?

-You'll see.

24 carat, tenner.

Just don't ask where I got it.

Barry!

Could you put out chairs in the hall for the sixth form talk, please?

-Sure, Miss.

-Thank you.

How's it going?

Imogen, please, I just want to talk.

I wouldn't be able to believe anything you said, so what's the point?

Bless, he doesn't get it.

Maybe we should spell it out for him.

No-one wants you here.

Kev, chairs need putting out in the hall.

I can't. I'm...

Hey, ladies, have I got something for you.

One each. Turn to chapter four, please.

-Hey.

-They want me to do some talk.

Yeah, I heard. I'm looking forward to it, you'll be great.

Oi! Start reading. Catch you later, yeah?

GUNFIRE

Take your seats.

Nikki, listen, Michael's a bit behind so I want you to do the report on the PRU.

The meeting's tonight.

-Yeah, it's your baby. I'm sure you'll do whatever's necessary.

-Right.

Hey, all set?

This isn't what I came back for.

-Thanks for standing up for me earlier.

-No problem.

-You'll be fine, relax.

-You'll be great.

Michael's been held up, so he's said to start without him.

So, about that drink?

Sure.

I see you haven't lost it, then.

OK, it is my great pleasure to introduce a former pupil of ours,

Bolton Smilie, who's very kindly agreed

to come and share some of his experiences with us. Bolton.

Out of the trenches, over the top. And the best of British.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

AUDIENCE MURMUR

If there's one thing that school should teach you,

it's that you can do something with your life.

That's why I joined the army.

WHISTLE

Sssh!

-Oh, allow me.

-Thank you, Daniel.

Happy to help. Like father, like son. Well, adopted son.

Things going well with Kevin, then?

He's a great lad. Do you know, he gave up his morning break

just to put chairs out in the hall.

After the first phase of training,

you can specialise into another area of interest,

or you can join the infantry and continue onto phase two.

That's 28 weeks in total.

There's plenty of chances to travel in the army

and it's a great opportunity to see the world.

Where has the army taken you, Bolton?

Afghanistan.

Does anyone have any questions?

Have you got a girlfriend?

PUPILS LAUGH

-No.

-D'you want one?

This country's at war.

There's people dying over there, it's not a joke.

Don't you ever get scared?

Better to die a hero than live as a coward.

That's what our sarge says.

Have you ever killed anyone?

Thank you, that question isn't relevant to this discussion.

That's what the army does.

It's never something a soldier wants to do.

You have to remember it's for the greater good.

Yeah, what she said.

Yes, and that's exactly what the Taliban would say.

So what makes the British Army any better than the terrorists?

I'm not a terrorist, yeah?

Have some respect, you don't know what it's like to lose someone.

GUNFIRE

All right, let's leave it there. Look, if any of you have any sensible questions

about a career in the army, then I'm sure that

Bolton would be happy to talk to you individually in the common room.

See you later, guys.

Hey, Libs. What do you think? Tenner.

Whose lorry did that fall off, then?

Does it matter? It'll look great on you.

Mind you, anything would look great on you.

-I heard about you and Rhiannon.

-Are you kidding, right, Rhiannon?

What's wrong with me?

I thought we had something.

It was a joke. As if I'd seriously be interested in a munter like you.

Oh, and you owe me a tenner for that.

Barry, I asked you to put the chairs out at breaktime.

-I did.

-No, Kevin did.

-He offered to help.

Well, Mr Chalk said he did it on his own.

I needed a slash. Mr Chalk must have come in then.

HEAVY BREATHING

CRYING

Come on!

I can do this.

Sake, man!

-What're you doing?

-Leaving.

-You serious?

Mr Budgen's going to throw me off the course unless I hand in that stupid essay by tonight.

Then do it. It's a dead good book, you know, I loved it.

-No point.

-Come on. He's given you a chance.

The only thing he's ever given me is a headache. I'm going to fail anyway.

That's what I told myself when I was ready to jack it in, but now I'm loving it.

Difference is you're going to get your exams.

If I can do it then so can you. If you work at it, you'll enjoy it.

You're wasting your breath. I've decided I'm going to join the army.

-You OK?

-Course.

Right, um, I'll see you in the dining hall in a bit.

Rhiannon, will you show him where it is?

-I want to join the army.

-What?

School's a waste of time and there's nothing left here for me. How do you sign up?

Claws off, sweetheart.

We're talking here.

You want to watch her.

She'll be making all sorts of deluded rubbish up behind your back. The same as she did about Barry.

-Bolton's twice the man he is.

-See, psycho stalker.

Leave off her, she's all right.

Where's my backpack?

Smilie. Thank you for a fascinating insight

into how my taxes are being wasted.

Not so much Private Ryan, more Sergeant Bilko.

Have you seen my backpack?

Like you say, if it isn't nailed down...

I swear, if you've taken it, I'll do what I always dreamt of.

I'm sure I had it when I left here. Come on.

-It's not in the toilets.

-Where else did you go?

I had it when I came out of the hall and... crush hall.

Christine!

You couldn't help us out with a bit of marking, could you?

-Year ten, Vanity Fair.

-Er, yeah, sure.

No, she can't, she's coming with me. Come on. It's you time.

-That lunatic needs locking up! Move!

-Who?

Bolton Smilie threatened me with violence.

I'm going to make an official complaint.

You're lucky it's only a threat, showing him up in front of everyone.

I was merely putting forward the other side of the argument

as is my democratic right.

This isn't about politics, Grantly, it's about common decency

and you haven't shown Bolton one ounce of that since he got here.

-Girls, have you seen my bag?

-Over there.

Have you seen a massive army bag?

Girls, have you seen my bag? It's a big army bag, come on.

I might have guessed you'd have it.

Is there a reward? On top of the tenner you owe me for the necklace?

Hey, are you ready for lunch?

Oh, thank you.

SALSA MUSIC PLAYS

Salsa dancing? Are you off your rocker?

You will love it.

It's great for the soul. Come on. Let's get you partnered up.

Sorry we're late.

I'll lead, shall I? Come on!

Just mirror what I do. And, one...

That's it.

Don't you have something to say to Bolton?

Two words, one syllable each.

Do you want me to go to Michael?

Ah, Mr Smilie, I would like to put it on record

how thoughtful it is of you

to grace our humble new abode with your presence.

Are you for real?

And I regret any misunderstanding.

What's that, an apology?

If you like.

GIRLS LAUGH

Come on.

Somebody didn't get the message.

Can I borrow that after you?

I know I'm getting what I deserve, but I really want the chance to make things right between us.

There is no us.

Here. Made me think of you.

-To cover my scar.

-Yeah.

You don't get it, do you?

I've accepted what I look like. I'm comfortable with it.

You only bought this to hide what you did to me.

I'm living with it. You have to as well.

We've got to get rid of him once and for all.

Move.

-Connor's back.

-What?

Imogen does not deserve this.

He messes with her, he messes with me and that is not going to happen.

We're going to get him after school.

Do to him what he did to her.

You're not being serious?

The Barrys look after their own, and when we make a threat,

we see it through or else we lose our respect.

You can count me out.

Did you hear all that?

Are you going to help us?

I don't like violence.

Either you're with us or you're against us.

So what did you want to talk to me about? Sounded important.

Bolton?

They're sending me back to Afghanistan.

Pre-fight nerves?

It's more than that.

Well, you've done it once. It must get easier the second time round.

It's not. I can't do it...

Of course you can. You're more than just a soldier, you're Bolton Smilie.

You've never backed down from anything in your life.

It's different this time.

I'm too... I'm just...

What?

What's happened?

I think I might be in a bit of trouble.

What sort of trouble?

Tom! SMT?

Er, could you send Michael my apologies, please.

It's a three line whip. It's an important meeting.

-So's this.

-Tom...

Don't go anywhere. Whatever it is, we can sort it out, OK?

Mr Barry being a handful again, is he?

That boy's as slippery as a politician.

It's uphill with Kacey and all.

I've suggested she takes some work to show her dad tonight.

If he takes an interest, maybe they will.

-They're visiting their father in prison?

-Yeah, they go every week.

SALSA MUSIC PLAYS

Relax. Just feel the music, just loosen up.

Smile.

Free up your hips, just let the music take over.

You know, Audrey, if this is your idea of fun, you can keep it.

Got your money.

There you go.

Oooh, feisty! You're getting me all excited.

Or maybe it's just the gun in my pocket.

BELL RINGS

-All right, sir?

-Thank you, Barry.

Come on, you lot, inside, please.

That's right, thank you.

Maggie, you seen Bolton Smilie anywhere?

Not since you were with him, flower.

I've just seen him. Trying to break the land speed record when he saw the military police.

What? Where did he go?

Foyer, I think, but he was going full pelt. Anything I can do to help?

Cover my registration, I'll go and find him.

-What's this?

-Homework.

-But I've already got homework.

Well, now I'm giving you extra. It's not a problem, is it?

Well, yeah it is, actually.

Well, after the great job you did on the chairs this morning

I volunteered you to make tea for the PRU meeting later.

-Be back here after school.

-I'm visiting me dad tonight.

I'm sure he'll understand.

No! You understand, nobody messes with my family.

Just be here, Barry.

I want my money.

Why don't you ask me for it after school, yeah?

You got anything a bit later?

OK? I'll see you in a half hour. Thanks.

Oh, hello you.

What do you think? I'm going to wine and dine you the Greenock way.

It looks great. Do you know which class Rhiannon's in?

Thanks.

The PRU is out of commission and it's numeracy this afternoon, so here they are.

Oh, no, Grantly Budgen, you're not fobbing this lot off on me.

What are you doing back in the bad house?

I'm still here for numeracy, remember?

Hey. What do you reckon?

Are you mad? You know what mum said, never touch guns.

Guns, yeah, I know, but it's loaded. We'll make a mint selling it.

It's like Dad's, you know the one I found in the shed?

Got a real beating when he caught me playing with it.

He's in prison now. We don't want you in there, too.

Relax. I'll get rid of it tonight.

Right.

Times tables it is, then.

-What have you done with it?

-Done with what?

It was in my pack, it's loaded.

Oi!

Come here. Do you want to tell me the real reason you've come back here?

I don't know what you mean.

No? Then why are you hiding from the military police?

-I'm out of here, sorry for troubling you, sir.

-Tell me what's going on.

-I've been trying to tell you all day.

-Well, tell me now.

I ran away.

I can't go back there. Not after last time.

What are you talking about?

I'm a coward.

What?

That's why he died, my mate.

We were going house to house.

I was supposed to have his back.

I'm not a hero, man.

Don't let them send me them back there.

-Come on...

-But what about the gun?

-What gun?

-His. Barry Barry's got it.

Stay there!

-Which class is he in?

-But Mr Clarkson said to stay here.

Please, I've got to put this right.

Sonya.

Michael, Barry Barry's got Bolton's gun.

Jade, eight sixes.

Erm...

48.

Barry Barry, nine sevens.

Barry! Nine sevens.

They've invented something since you last did this, sir.

It's called a calculator.

Oi.

You're not in one of your touchy-feely one-to-ones

with Ms Diamond now. Nine sevens.

-What..?

-Give it back!

-Get out!

Get off me!

Get off! Smilie!

Right, I am going to put you back on a plane to Afghanistan myself if I have to!

I am not going back there! Not you or anybody else is going to make me!

GUNSHOT

FIRE ALARM RINGS

Everybody outside, quickly, please, come on, move.

-Tom, where are you going?

-I've got to get up there.

-No way.

He came to see me. It's up to me to get him out of here.

-We don't have time for this, OK, play it by the book.

-Michael...

-That means we get everyone out as quickly as possible.

-That was a gun.

-I'm sure it was just a false alarm, there's no need to panic. Come on.

-Everyone out, please. Out.

What are you doing?

Don't be stupid.

-Get back!

-Do as he says, Rhiannon.

Kacey!

All right, take it easy, you're the man.

The man? What, do you think this is a joke? Nicking a gun?

I'm sorry, just let us go.

Nobody's going anywhere!

Get them to turn that noise off!

Hello, Tom. No, we're fine.

Bolton's got a gun and he would like the alarm off.

CHILDREN SCREAM

Walk, don't run.

Find your form teacher outside and wait for further instructions.

-It came from Chalky's class.

-What's happened?

I don't know but Grantly's in there with the PRU kids.

Oh, my God! Connor!

-No, Imogen, wait outside.

-Both of you outside, please.

He'll be all right, come on.

Don't run, walk. Find your form teachers.

Keep coming, mind the stairs. Tom, police are on their way.

I need to talk to Bolton.

Let's leave this one to the professionals, please.

That's it, keep coming. Come on.

-He's proper lost it.

-ALARM STOPS

POLICE SIREN WAILS

Don't panic. Quietly and slowly, all right?

Please. My baby. Don't hurt us.

For goodness sake, the girl is pregnant.

Nobody leaves!

Bolton, your mate's girlfriend were pregnant, weren't she?

Take her out.

I'm not going anywhere. You stuck by me and I'm sticking by you.

Is Connor all right?

What about Barry?

Get her to the nurse, Kacey, please.

No. Do not go back inside.

OK? Don't go back inside, do you hear me? Take her down.

Mum?

It's me.

Listen, just wanted to say I'm sorry I missed your calls.

Tell Pete I'm glad his team won, and tell Turner's girl I'm sorry.

When the going gets touch the tough cry to mummy, is that it?

Have you got a death wish? Just stop winding him up.

Put the bloody gun down and stop being a prat.

Oh, you're going to shoot me?

What was it?

Die a hero, live a coward.

Shut up!

What passing bells for these who die as cattle?

Only the monstrous anger of the guns.

Oh, shut up!

Ah!

Gareth Elsmere.

Killed.

The Falklands.

Lewis Shepherd.

Paralysed.

First Gulf War.

Simon Evans.

Shot.

Paul...

..Beasley.

Hit by shrapnel, both in Iraq.

Both survived.

Jessica Williams,

Sean Clifton...

didn't.

What was left of them was shipped back from Afghanistan in bodybags.

So, don't think you've got the monopoly on grief, son.

Years spent teaching them to make something of their lives,

and for what?

You're one of the lucky ones, Smilie.

Too many good men have died already.

MUSIC: "Stand Proud" by Jono McCleery

# In time we will show

# All our cards

# So why hold 'em close

# Throw them down

# Stand to show ourselves

# As we really are

# Somewhere we will know

# We've come far

# When you live in some hope

# Things will turn around

# So in the meantime

# Why don't we stand proud? #

Wait!

He's traumatised, he saw his mate die, you can't send him back to Afghanistan.

-We've got due process to follow.

-Are you going to send him to prison?

We'll take him to the detention centre where he'll be assessed

by psychiatrists for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

He needs proper treatment, the best there is, he's a good lad.

Not everyone's cut out to be a soldier.

Are they taking him to prison?

Whatever happens, he's not going back to war.

Yeah, but he were all right this morning, he stood up for me, helped me out.

I know it sounds stupid, but I wanted to be more like him.

From what I heard you did in there, you're doing more than all right.

-I thought it was a replica.

-That's no defence.

I was going to hand it in to Miss Diamond but then she started

talking about the PRU meeting and I offered to make refreshments.

-I wanted to help.

-You forgot you had a gun?

I'm not stupid. My dad's in prison for using one.

You're not far behind.

No way.

I've seen what it's like, what it's done to me mum and Dynasty and Kacey.

We hate guns.

Please, Michael, I don't want to be like him.

I was trying to do the right thing, I was going to hand it in, honest.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Police are waiting.

Have you seen Connor?

-I told Dynasty I don't want anything to do with it.

-To do with what?

Don't act like you don't know.

I don't have a clue what you're talking about.

I'm going to arrange counselling for anyone that needs it.

-Which budget is that coming out of?

-I'll find an area where there's an under-spend.

No, I'll tell you what, why don't we take it out of the funds we ring-fenced for the PRU?

-What?

-I'm closing the unit.

But the report..?

Gun in class? Nikki, it was one of your students.

Anyone else would have handed it in.

Lorraine, I know that what happened today doesn't look good,

but the report shows that our students are making academic progress.

-Let's not be hasty. This isn't the fault of the PRU.

-Sorry. Decision made.

Rhiannon.

Can I hang this picture of Bolton in the PRU?

-There isn't going to be a PRU any more.

-What? You can't close it!

-Without it, I'd have dropped out ages ago.

-Sorry, Rhiannon.

I want to do something worthwhile with my life, like Bolton.

I know I don't have what it takes for the army, but I can still make something of myself.

I need my education.

She can only get that through the PRU.

Please, Lorraine. It's more than teaching.

I say it's working.

Very moving.

Will you pass your exams?

I'm going to try.

One last chance. It's all about the exam results.

I'm not convinced. Prove me wrong.

-And do I find the money for the counselling from elsewhere?

-No. I've got this.

Audrey, I'm sorry about lunchtime.

I didn't mean to seem ungrateful.

Oh, think nothing of it. Life's too short.

Come on, I'll give you a lift.

Grantly.

I heard you were a real hero in there.

If you'd listened to me, instead of hanging out the bunting,

it wouldn't have been necessary.

Rhiannon tells me you remembered all the names

of the war casualties that you taught.

Don't remember a single one. Made it all up.

We warned you to stay away.

Look, I don't want any trouble.

-You should have thought of that before you hurt Imogen.

-Get him.

-Hold him.

-Stay still.

-Hold him.

-I'm trying.

-What is it they say? An eye for an eye?

-Come on, then.

-Go on, get him.

-Don't think I won't.

I don't care, I want you to, I deserve it.

No, don't do this. This is wrong, you're going to hurt him.

Shut up. Go on, Dyn, do him.

Stop!

-Leave him alone.

-I'm doing this for you.

-I don't want revenge.

-For god's sake, we weren't actually going to do it, we were just trying to scare him.

You're welcome.

What do you want from me?

I've tried everything, Imogen, sorry isn't enough.

I'd let them burn me if it made any difference.

If there was anything I could do but there isn't, is there?

Wait! Wait!

Ta-dah!

Anything to keep my little granddaughter here happy.

-Adoption forms?

-That's private!

She needs two parents who can look after her

and care for her like I've never had.

In, two, three, out, two, three.

I can't, I'm not ready.

I just want you to know that if anything did change between us

that I'd still be here for you. For both of you.

We're giving the PRU pupils a chance to showcase themselves.

That's a great idea.

Next up is Mr Barry.

Brace yourself.

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