Waterloo Road (2006) s05e06 Episode Script

Be careful! Car's in the garage, is it? Yeah.
Someone else's.
- Morning.
- Hey.
- You all right? - I'm well.
How are you? Yeah, good.
- Morning, girls.
- Morning.
- All right, Mr Mead? - Morning, Lauren.
(Sighs) I love the way he says my name.
- Someone's popular.
- Tell me about it.
So, do anything special last night, sir? - Er, not really, Amy, did you? - Yeah, she dreamt about you.
- That's enough, girls, thank you very much.
- Sorry, miss.
There we go.
- Here you go.
- Thanks, sir.
Thanks, sir.
Morning, Sam.
- This is for you.
- Oh, I've heard of them, I think.
Forget your CDs.
You can't beat a bit of vinyl.
- Thanks but I can't take it.
- Course you can.
I want to make a go of this.
I know I've not been around for you No.
I have nothing to play it on.
I don't have any decks.
Oh, right! Erm I've got a spare turntable.
I can drop it at yours sometime.
How about tonight? You can come for tea.
Watch out for food poisoning.
- Oi! - So? Check with your mum first.
I don't just want to pitch up.
I'll text her.
She'll be cool.
She likes having you round.
She likes you.
Really likes you.
All right, I get it.
- See you tonight, then, yeah? - Yeah.
Why not? - Morning.
- Hi.
Have we lost Christopher? I sent him to circulate the new rota for the playground duty.
- But we have got doughnuts.
- Sorry To share in the spirit of the new entente cordiale.
- Enjoy.
- OK.
In future I want the full management team at every meeting.
Absolutely.
I didn't think we had much to discuss this morning.
Well, let's see, shall we? - Kim, have you got anything? - Er, no.
No, nothing.
Max? Hmm Nothing.
Rachel? Nothing.
Except the forms that I needed Christopher to sign.
Right, well, if we're done I better get to this LEA meeting at 9:30.
Don't eat them all at once.
Erm, I better get going as well.
Rachel, I've not mentioned to Max about - You know, you knowing about us.
- Fine.
I'd appreciate it if you didn't say anything.
- Well, I haven't.
- OK.
But you should know that Max has told Christopher.
Right.
Still, I'd rather it didn't go around the staffroom.
You know what this place is like.
I don't think Max would appreciate the gossip.
No.
I don't suppose he would, would he? I really hope this isn't an issue between us.
Neither do I.
Good.
Great.
That's sorted then! See you in a bit.
Phil, you heard anything back from that comedy competition? Nah, but it's early days yet.
I could never be a comedian.
It'd scare me to death.
- It's a doddle if you've got a good set.
- Come on, do a bit.
- What, here? - Yeah.
He doesn't really do jokes.
No, it's more observational comedy.
Witty asides, dry social satires.
- He's good.
- Really good.
Want to be my agent? - If I were I'd be setting you up with gigs.
- Steady on.
Come on, then.
Or are you chicken? (Squawks) - As if.
- So you should do it.
- (Bell) - I'd love to, but it's not that easy.
There's no comedy clubs round here, so I'll have to keep my powder dry.
Oi! Get your tongue back in your head, man.
- She's well hot.
- So ask her out.
- All right? - (High-pitched voice) Y-Y-Yeah, you? - (Laughs) - What was that? - Your squeaky little gnome voice, yeah? - Shut up.
Come on, Pauly.
- Paul Langley is such a waste of space.
- Yeah.
Oh no.
Mead.
He won't leave me alone.
Ah, Vicky, good.
Coursework.
Thanking you.
- Hang on.
What's this? - What's it look like? - Something used as a beer mat.
- Right, I'll do it again.
- Right.
What's wrong? - Don't know what you mean.
Yeah, thank you, Lindsay.
You can go now.
- It's one bit of coursework.
- It's not, though, is it? Your attitude's been slipping.
- I didn't see you in class all last week.
- I wasn't well.
Look, I'm sorry.
I'll sort it.
OK.
But we need to have another go at this.
- You see me at break, yeah? - I can't.
Right, OK, I'll be there.
Thanks.
- What's your mum cooking? - That's got to do with you because? Fine.
If you want her to cook something he'll gag on.
Go on, then.
Things he doesn't like.
Pizza, chips, pasta and curry.
Especially curry.
Brings him out in hives so stick to something simple.
Curry it is, then.
Right, experiment on page 24.
I need a volunteer, please.
- I'll do it.
- Amy, come on up here.
(Rest of girls moan) Goggles and gloves.
Take the test tube and hold it over the flame.
- Like this, sir? - No, careful.
Tilt your arm.
She is such a slapper.
I wouldn't get too close to her, sir.
Smells like Amy's let one off.
Actually, Lauren, that's the sulphur you're smelling.
- Careful, that's it.
- (Knock at door) - Mr Mead, can I have a word? - Yeah, go and sit down, Amy.
OK, I'll be two seconds.
Sorry to interrupt but I missed you at the meeting.
- Max wanted me to - I wanted you at the meeting.
And next time I'll be there.
- I'm sorry.
- OK.
Risk assessments.
I need your signature.
- (Wolf whistle) - Wooh! All right, thank you, girls.
- They seem very jolly.
- Who says science can't be fun? As long as it's the science they're amused by.
- There you are.
- I'll leave you to it.
- All right.
Right, where were we? - You were lighting Amy's fire, sir.
(Laughter) Come on.
Rachel? Mrs James's solicitor's here.
She wants to talk to Lindsay.
Oh, great, that's good.
- Is there a problem? - No.
I asked her to make sure the girls are kept up to date with developments.
Right.
I just didn't know.
I wasn't aware that I had to ask permission.
No, course you don't.
Good, OK.
Alison, I'm Rachel Mason.
Thanks for coming.
No problem.
I need to talk Lindsay through her statement.
- How's she doing? - That's hard to tell.
Right, I've been marking your vocab tests.
And you still Hey! You still seem to be getting into a lather regarding your genders.
You've got half your masculines as feminine, half your feminines as masculine.
Monsieur Denzil seems to have created a new gender pronoun which is somewhere down the middle.
- Bisexual that, innit? - (Laughter) (Knock at door) It's from Miss Lipsett.
- Read it.
It might be important.
- Thank you, Karla, that'll be all.
Keep it down! I'm sick of this.
I want to see her.
It's not possible until after the trial.
Not with you being a witness.
Great, so I stick up for Mum and I don't get to see her or I don't bother and I can visit her while she rots.
I'm afraid that's pretty much it.
Lindsay, remember, by giving evidence you are helping your mum's case.
At least she'll be coming home soon.
You may have to prepare yourself for the worst.
What's that supposed to mean? - You say your dad was hitting your mum.
- Yeah, he was.
When your mum was examined, she didn't have any injuries.
So? He always hit her where it didn't show.
There's no record of your dad's violence.
Your mum never sought treatment, never went to the police.
- Surely that's not unusual? - It's not.
We're pleading provocation.
We can't do that on hearsay.
- What? I'm lying? - When you're on the stand - I saw him do it! Hundreds of times! - But Emily didn't.
She said your mum and dad were happy.
She made no mention of violence.
It's me who's going to get called.
We are arguing that your mother killed your father because she reacted to an imminent threat to her life.
The prosecution will do everything to prove that isn't true.
Even if that means calling your little sister to testify.
And if Emily goes in that witness box and repeats what she said in her statement, your mum doesn't stand a chance.
So You're saying she might not get off? Not unless there's anything, anything else you can think of that could explain what happened that day.
No, nothing.
Am I done? Go on.
I'll catch up with you.
- What did Mason want? - Doesn't matter.
You coming to the common room? Can't.
I've got to see Mead.
- What? At break? - He's helping me with coursework.
He can help me any time.
He's fit.
- Thought you were good at science.
- I am.
- How come Mead's making you do extra? - Dunno.
- He wants to get me into uni.
- Well, just watch him.
- You think he fancies me? - Well, doesn't he? You have got some seriously weird ideas.
- Mead's not like that.
- They're all like that.
I'm beginning to think everyone's right about you.
As batty as your mum.
- Shut up about her, all right? TOM: Oi! Get off her! What's going on? - It's all right, I'm fine.
- Cooler.
Now.
- You OK? - Yeah.
Think so.
Rachel.
Lindsay James.
She's in the cooler.
What? I saw her half an hour ago.
She had Vicky McDonald up against the lockers.
Thanks, Tom.
Can I just have a couple of words? OK, talk to me.
Lindsay.
I understand you're having a tough time at the moment.
That does not entitle you to take your anger out on another student.
I cannot have violence.
Do you understand? Sorry.
What what happened? Were you upset about what the solicitor said? I'm here to help.
I'm on your side.
Don't push me away, Lindsay.
Right now you're running out of allies in the staffroom and the playground.
Anything else? Take a bit of time to get yourself together, then I want you to go back to class.
And if in future you feel like lashing out again, I want you to remove yourself from the situation and come to see me, OK? Good.
That's more like it.
Right, you get off to class.
I'll print it up.
Ah, thanks.
- Oh, did you look at those prospectuses? - Yeah.
They were good.
Do you want to try that with a bit of enthusiasm? It's just These unis.
Bit far away, aren't they? Last I heard you couldn't wait to get out of Rochdale.
I know.
I still can't.
The brochures make it seem like it's coming really fast.
I've got so much to do before I can go to uni.
Hey, we're not even at the applying stage yet.
This time next year you might have decided you don't even want to do chemistry.
- No, I do.
The course looks great.
- OK.
Let's concentrate on getting the grades, which means showing up at class and getting the work done.
There'll be plenty of time to worry about practicalities when you get an offer.
Suppose.
I'm sorry, sir, but I've got to get going.
OK.
See you later.
Ladies.
We wondered if we could have extra classes like her? That's different.
Vicky's doing A level.
We want to do A levels.
We want to be chemists when we leave school.
Like selling make-up and tissues and that.
OK.
Prove to me you're serious and I'll be delighted to give you all the help you need.
- Great.
- You know that periodic table? - Learn it.
- What, all of it? Then we can talk.
(Mobile rings) Hello.
Vicky McDonald's phone.
WOMAN: Is she there? - She's not here at the minute.
- Can I take a message? - Just tell her she's late for work.
Am I a genius or what? Has anybody seen Vicky McDonald? - Lindsay? - Missing her already? Pardon? She's not here.
She'll have gone to work.
Work? She should be in class.
- Yeah, and so should I.
- Hang on.
- Do you want to tell me what's going on? - Just what I said! You're not the only bloke who wants an eyeful of her.
WOMAN: Fantasy Lounge.
Sorry.
Wrong number.
- Did you get my note? - Note? No, I don't think so.
- About needing the year 10 coursework.
- Oh, is that what you wanted? Why, what else would it be? - If you want to talk about what - No, no, no, I don't.
Why would I? Just as long as we're straight.
Absolutely.
Well, I am.
Hiya, I'm looking for someone.
Vicky McDonald.
I think she works here.
Behind the bar or something.
OK, can I speak to the manager? He's not in yet.
Do you want a drink while you wait? A Coke.
Shut up! Do you want Budgen coming over? Yeah, right.
You're jealous cos your girlfriend fancies Mr Mead.
Excuse me, I do not.
This was your idea.
(Bell) Right, shut down your comput er.
I need to get moving.
I'll come back later, yeah? Actually, can you give my card to your manager? Ask him to give me a call.
Work or mobile.
Whatever.
(Music starts) Vicky.
Vicky.
- I need to speak to you! - Oi! Hang on, mate, get off! Get off! Vicky, I need to speak to you! Get off, I said! You don't understand.
I need to speak to that girl in there.
I need to speak to her.
Get off me! Get out! I need to speak to the girl in there.
- Ah.
Miss Mason.
- Sorry, Grantly, not now.
I'm Fine, if you're happy to have a member of staff laid open to ridicule for the delectation of any member of the general public who happens to be in possession of an internet connection.
What? I direct you to the school website.
A video posted under the Meet The Teachers section.
Mm.
Mr Mead.
(Music) Hey! Where do you think you're going? I didn't have you down as a perv.
Is that what you do at lunchtime? Don't you dare turn this on to me.
I came here to find you! - What you doing in there? - Working.
What's your excuse? - Vicky, you're a kid.
- How did you know where I was? - You went through my phone! - Yeah.
Why are you working here? - Because I like it.
- Oh, come off it.
- It's good money.
- Is it really worth it? I don't do extras.
You know what, we're not going to have this conversation.
I've got my car.
We'll see what Miss Mason says about this.
- What's it got to do with her? She's done worse! - Don't even go there.
Move it.
- What's she going to do? - Miss Mason? First, she'll let the police know what's going on.
What's it got to do with them? You're 16 years old working in a lap-dancing bar! - What part is legal? - So my dad's going to find out? The world and its mother will if the papers get hold of it.
So everyone at school'll know? Thought you had nothing to be ashamed of.
Now, come on.
Wait! - What will it take for you not to tell? - Sorry? - I'll do anything.
Anything you want.
- Whoa! What are you doing? We're going to pretend that that didn't happen.
Now, come on.
- Hydrogen? - H.
- Li.
- Lithium.
- Mr Mead about? - Er, no.
- What are you two up to? - Periodic table.
Are you serious? Good to see you interested in your studies.
Mr Mead says if we learn it, he'll give us private lessons.
- Sorry? What? - Like he gives them girls at lunchtime.
- Come on.
- Ar.
Take that outside, please.
Take it outside.
- Rb.
- Rb Right, out.
- You can't do this.
- Just watch me.
Don't say I didn't give you a chance.
You all right, girls? Is that Mead's car? You tell anyone about this, and I mean anyone, then I'll tell them my side of the story.
What you talking about? You've been after me for ages.
Lindsay was saying that to me before.
She reckons you fancy the pants off me.
I told her she was just being soft but now I'm not so sure.
All those extra lessons you're giving me.
Then you just turning up at my work.
That is ridiculous! No-one will believe that.
They'll have to.
There are lots of cameras in that club.
They get everything.
Teachers sneaking in at lunchtime.
Teachers perving on pupils.
And there's pictures that I've got of us two.
What pictures? Vicky! Our secret, yeah? Yeah, it's her son again.
Do you know what time she'll be out of it? I've already left a message saying to call me.
No, I'll sort it myself.
Thanks.
- Where you off to? - Dentist.
- Rachel.
- I've been looking for you.
- You won't believe the morning I've had.
- It's not about to get better.
Now, tell me, do you know anything about this? (Music) - Is that me? - It's bits of you.
- Who did this? - I don't know.
Whoever it was has posted it on the school website.
What? Hang on.
That could be any member of staff on that screen.
Christopher, don't be naive.
No-one's going to devote that kind of effort to a video of Grantly! - What are you saying? - You're attractive.
You know you're going to get attention.
It's your responsibility not to encourage that.
- I don't! - That's not what I've been observing.
What? Look, you just You need to pull back from the kids a bit.
Make sure they know the boundaries.
Next time you feel like running one-to-one sessions with pupils outside of lesson times, I need it logged in advance.
I hope you're not saying that my behaviour is inappropriate.
I'm saying If someone makes an accusation, I don't know if I'll be in a position to defend you.
All right, Mr Mead? Books out, page 17.
Vicky, a word, please.
Outside.
- We need to sort this out.
- It is sorted.
No, no, it's not.
I can't turn a blind eye to you working at that place.
I've told you.
It's not a big deal.
How can you say that? Even laying aside the legal aspects and you skipping school to go there, look at what this job is doing to you.
What? If you behave in a certain way, then men are going to treat you that way.
Are you listening to me? - I'm just trying to help you here.
- Then keep your mouth shut.
You'll be helping yourself an' all.
You just can't stop yourself, can you? Hey, where's that going? - Lady Bountiful's cashing in her assets.
- Sorry, needs must.
Now what am I supposed to do about my latte in the mornings? Ooh, latte.
That's a bit girlie for you, Steph.
Would have thought a big butch pint of lager would be more your scene these days, eh? Have you told him about the other night? Why not? Steph, I told you I was happy to talk about it.
I don't want to talk about it.
I want to forget about the whole thing.
What little I can remember of it.
Fine.
But hiding your true self away from your colleagues isn't the answer.
Look, do you want to know how I came out? A friend of mine decided to tell my entire university year group that I batted for the other side.
And I was mortified.
But it was actually great because I could finally be myself.
So that friend of mine, she did me a favour.
And maybe maybe I can do the same for you.
(Clears throat) It's Bolton's friend's party on Saturday if you're up for it.
I'm working on Saturday.
Right, well, it doesn't start till later, so I work till late.
(Bell) - Where do you work? - Doesn't matter.
- I was just asking.
- Just get off my case, all right? You know what, forget it! (Bolton laughs) Vicky Lindsay, can I have a word, please? Let's pop in here, shall we? You not got anything else to do? Not at the minute, no, I haven't.
I don't know anything else about what happened that day.
Actually, that isn't why I asked to see you, but since you brought it up, I have been wondering whether you'd like me to tell Emily about the possibility of her being called as a witness for the prosecution, or would you rather tell her yourself? No-one's going to tell her cos it's not going to happen! That isn't what the solicitor thinks.
And I think Emily needs to be prepared for it.
So what did you want to see me about? To tell you that you can talk to me.
That you don't have to bottle everything up.
Who says I am? I spoke to Emily this morning.
She tells me you don't want to talk about your dad.
I understand how hard it is to lose someone even under normal circumstances.
But to shut down your feelings like this, it just makes it harder for I'm fine.
And it makes it harder for Emily too.
How? Because she needs you, Lindsay.
She needs to know you're there if she wants to talk about what happened or If you could be honest about your real feelings, - it'll be easier for you, for Emily - Shut up! - What? - Just shut up about her! I'm sick of it! Don't you think I know what's best for my own sister! - I didn't say that.
- No, and don't you ever tell me how to look after her because that is all I've ever done.
You don't know nothing about me or any of my family.
You don't know crap! - Lindsay! - Get off my case! - Hey, what's going on? - Keep her away from me! - Lindsay.
Get back here, come on.
- Rachel, leave it.
- I said leave it! - I know what I'm doing, Max.
- How about you leave her alone? - How about you let me do my job? - What's that? Winding up students? - Back off, Max! (Footsteps approaching) Are you all right? Sorry.
About before.
I sent you a text.
I know.
I didn't get it.
Mead had my phone.
Do you know what? I think you're right about him.
He does fancy me.
He's always around me, trying to touch me up and stuff.
Pervy or what? Right, erm I've got to go.
- Sir, I don't get this.
- OK, let's have a look.
We don't know if We know it's one of them two.
- I thought it was that one.
- OK, all these are alkaline.
- Lindsay, shouldn't you be in class? - You go near my sister, I'll kill you.
- What are you talking about? - Get away from me, paedo! - What did you just say? - Don't even try to deny it! Vicky told me.
Get your kicks out of touching up kids.
No! Whatever Vicky's saying, she is lying.
Where have I heard that before? - Lindsay, get back here! - You should be on that sex offenders register! I haven't done anything wrong! Quite a few people have turned up.
Are you dead excited? That's one word for it.
- Listen, if I'm rubbish - You won't be! You'll be brilliant.
Come on, give 'em hell.
Ladies and gentlemen, the very funny Philip Ryan! Thank you.
It's nice to see everyone.
Nice day for it.
OK, comedy is what you came here for and comedy is what you're going to get.
So get on with it.
Thank you, Michaela.
OK, two cows in a field.
One says to the other, "Moo.
" Other one says, "I was going to say that.
" - Ah, have you seen Rachel? - What's it about? Not keeping secrets now, are we? No, it's just I'm having a bit of bother with one of the kids.
You're going to Rachel for advice? It's Vicky McDonald.
She's having problems at home.
This is a school, not a counselling service.
Kids come here to get away from the crap at home.
Yeah, but it's not always that straightforward, is it? You're even starting to sound like Rachel.
Not going all touchy feely on me, are you? If you want to get ahead, don't take advice from Rachel Mason.
- Good night, Joyce.
- Good night, Mr Tyler.
Joyce, have we got a home address for Vicky McDonald? - You're home early.
- I've got to check on my sauce.
Have I come into the wrong house? Two snowmen in a field, one says to the other, "Can you smell carrots?" It's cos the OK, I've been Phillip Ryan.
Good night.
- You call that comedy? - Sorry, Ros, but that was crap.
Hey, come on, don't.
It's not her fault.
It's mine.
Should have been brave enough to tell her I'm as funny as a fart in a lift.
- (Laughter) - Things you do to get people to like you.
I've not got anything else going for me.
There's a picture of my face in hospital.
Stops them using the stomach pump.
(Laughter) Yeah, I've never been much of a looker.
When I was a kid, I was that fat, I cut my knee, gravy came out - (Laughter) - Bisto all down my leg.
Terrible.
Vicky.
What you doing here? Aren't you in enough trouble? I'll be reporting what happened to Miss Mason later today.
You what? I'm giving you the chance to tell your mum and dad before you get a call from the school.
No, you can't.
I've told you, I'll tell Mason on you.
Lindsay will back me up.
You'll lose your job.
If I don't say anything, I might as well not have a job.
Look, Vicky, even though I've been unbelievably stupid today, - I have a duty of care over you.
- What? You want to lie, you go ahead.
I have to tell the truth.
I should have done it hours ago.
No, please, sir, my dad can't know about this! I don't reckon he'll be delighted.
- But once you've told him why - I can't.
I need the money for him.
Hiya.
(Clears throat) OK, let me say my piece and then I'll be off.
If you have any notions of dragging me out of the closet or forcing me to join your ladies' rugby team or whatever, then park them.
Because I am straight as a bi.
As a die.
Straight as a die.
I know.
What do you think happened between us the other night? Well, obviously I was a touch worse for wear and you pounced.
- You got the first bit right.
- I was in your bed.
Because you fell asleep and started dribbling on my new sofa.
So it was either shift you or get you to pay the dry-cleaning bill.
- What, so we didn't actually do - No.
Ah, I can't tell you! I'm so relieved! So I'm not actually a And you and me, we're fine? Course we are.
And if you ever stay over at my house again, you will be perfectly safe.
I'm not into older women.
Older? Hey, you cheeky Hey! Your mum took the lot? She would have took me an' all but I wanted to stay at Waterloo Road.
Get my exams.
With you.
You can't tell my dad about the club.
He'll be mortified.
He's shamefaced enough since Mum left.
How's he going to feel when he finds out how I've been paying the bills? Where does he think the money's coming from? - Thinks I'm working at a supermarket.
- Isn't he earning? Hasn't been for ages.
He's got arthritis.
It's flared up since Mum left.
That's another reason I need the money.
I need to pay for a carer for when I go to uni.
Vicky, does anyone know about this? That you're looking after your dad? Social services, anyone? No.
Why would they? There are benefits you and your dad could be claiming.
No, we're not spongers.
We can manage.
- By working in a strip club? - It pays well.
- It seemed like the right idea at the time.
- And now? It's when they try and touch me.
When I'm dancing.
Their hands are dead sweaty.
I'll make some calls.
I'll see what your dad's entitled to.
And I'll see what support we can sort out for you as well.
You know what? I should go.
I shouldn't even be here.
- I won't tell.
- Yeah, well, I will.
From now on I'm playing everything by the book.
For your sake as much as mine.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Why didn't you just come and talk to me about it? Before or after you tore a strip off me for being too familiar with the pupils? These last few weeks, I've never enjoyed teaching more.
And this afternoon I thought I was going to lose the lot.
I still could.
Look, I would totally understand if you want me to step down.
I don't think that's necessary.
But you did screw up.
You just can't blur the boundaries like that.
- I need to be able to rely on you.
- You can.
Absolutely.
I'll call in Vicky and her father first thing in the morning.
We'll take it from there.
That's great.
Thank you.
- Where are you going? - Oh, sorry.
I thought we were done.
I need to pick your brains about something.
- Max.
- Oh, right.
In the pub.
That was lovely.
Thanks, Georgia.
Believe me, I didn't do a thing.
- Right, I'll clear away.
- No, let me.
I've been sat here all night.
- You don't have to try and impress him.
- I'm not.
- You haven't done this for anyone else.
- They weren't my dad, were they? Right, shall we get this turntable set up? - I've got homework.
- No, you can have a night off.
Sorry.
Help yourself to wine.
- Night.
- Night.
Sorry, erm I think someone's holding out for a happy ending.
Yeah? I hope you told him if we got together it'd be anything but.
Don't worry.
Last thing I want is you and your dreadful vinyl collection.
- Talking of which.
- Oh, no You ready? You know what? Why don't you go ahead and I'll meet you there.
- Sure you don't want me to stay? - No.
I'll be all right.
I'll see you in five minutes.
What's this? A sit-in? Is that grass dry? Tell me.
It wasn't just my mum he was hurting.
It was me, too.
It started when I was 11.
When Mum was out.
He called it a game but it wasn't.
It didn't feel right.
- But I didn't know how to stop him.
- You don't have to tell me He told me not to tell Mum because she'd hate me.
He said she'd be jealous because he loved me more than her.
- It's all my fault.
- It is not.
Don't you ever think that.
Yeah.
It is.
It's OK.
Lindsay, it's going to be OK.
No.
It's not.
- I love this.
- You always were a rebel without a cause.
Beats being an old hippy.
- You used to reek of patchouli.
- It was White Musk actually.
I don't recall you complaining.
Josh is going to be all right, isn't he? Me not being in his life all that time? I don't want to rush him into anything.
You're not.
I just feel I should make up for lost time.
He's a great kid.
Well, why wouldn't he be? Look at the genes.
My brains, your good looks.
I always knew we'd have a perfect baby.
All credit to you.
You were right.
Do you really mean that? You're glad that I got pregnant? If you'd told me at the time I'd have probably had a heart attack but now you've you've given me the opportunity to be a proper dad.
What isn't great about that? To dodgy condoms.
To turkey basters.
What? Sorry, forget it, it was just a bad joke.
If it is, I don't get it.
Like I said, it was bad.
Forget it.
- Have another glass.
- You can't let that one go.
Look, Tom, it was just a stupid comment.
I know that but what do you mean by it? - You know, nothing.
- Why did you say it? Look, who cares? The point is that we've got a great kid.
- Does it really matter how it happened? - Yeah.
It does.
I had no idea a kitchen implement was involved in the equation! - Don't be so crude! - Well, you started it! - What are you saying? - I'm saying I wanted your child.
OK? So shoot me! What? You You st - You used me? - Look, Tom, get off your high horse.
It's not like I jumped you for sex.
You wanted it as much as I did.
I didn't want a child! Sometimes you don't always get what you want! Think about that next time you jump into bed with somebody! Look, don't go.
Don't make this into a big deal because it isn't.
For who exactly? - Does he know about this? - No, he doesn't and he mustn't know.
You swear you won't tell him.
Imagine how it's going to make him feel.
You should have thought about that Look, don't go.
He needs a father.
Don't take that away from him.
You've already done that all by yourself.
- I think you need this.
- Thanks.
I just did not see that coming.
- Had absolutely no idea.
- How could you? So what happens now? I call the designated officer in the morning, I guess.
Lindsay's going to have to be interviewed.
There's going to be a medical examination.
As if she hasn't been through enough.
And what about Emily? Was she It was just Lindsay as far as I can establish.
Oh, Chris.
Emily will be interviewed too, won't she, just to make sure.
What that's going to do to her I do not know.
She worshipped her dad.
- When all this comes out in the trial - Yeah, well, it certainly impacts on the case.
I just wish she'd felt she could talk to me sooner.
Or that I'd sussed it out.
- I missed all the signs.
- We all did.