Ackley Bridge (2017) s04e08 Episode Script

BOLLYWOOD FILM MUSIC
You in a sari?
HE GIGGLES
My little Fizzy Knickers, in love.
Don't believe in love. It's
a capitalist conspiracy.
Just 'cos you can't see it,
don't mean it's not real.
Love's like the wind.
It knocks you off your feet,
whether you want it to or not.
You can't control it.
It controls you.
Sounds like love needs to learn
a thing or two about consent.
- Maybe it's not for me.
- It takes guts to be in love.
If anyone can do it, you can.
No. I choose the easy option.
A life without heartbreak.
Dad?
Have you ever been in love?
I'll love you forever if you
do the washing up. Hee-hee!
- Didn't I used to know you?
- I'm Gav.
I like smashing the patriarchy.
- And you are?
- Greta Thunberg with a tan.
Oh, I've missed you, Fizza.
I'm glad you text last night.
How's your nan?
You know, she had a fall?
- Why you had to cancel the other day.
- Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Me nan.
She's better now. You
still up for me art show?
- Yeah.
- 'Cos, if you are, just a little sneak peak.
Wow, Gav, it's beautiful.
What were that for?
Missed you, too.
I thought you loved Johnny?
Johnny who?
Shut up, will ya?
You gorgers are all the same.
Johnny?
Look.
I know you've got a lot on
ever since your grandad
But that woman with the hair, she's
after the wedding reception money.
Are you sure you want to get married?
If you changed your
mind, I wouldn't be angry.
Why? What have people been saying?
- Look, we love each other, don't we?
- Yeah.
Look, forget I said owt.
You're asking me if I can't
honour me promises to me family?
- To your grandad.
- I'm not marrying me Grandad.
I'm marrying you.
If you hadn't spent so much
time with them up at that school,
then maybe you'd remember that.
Going to their school
don't make me one of them.
Oh, yeah?
'Cos you sound like a gorger.
Rose.
You know that I do.
You know.
Yeah.
I love you, too.
You've got a face like a wet kebab.
You thinking about your dad?
No, Johnny.
No, just miss him winding up Miss Carp.
PHONE PINGS
OMG. Who sent you that?
Gav. It's satire.
It's not Nazi propaganda.
You don't need to put a swastika on
that to see it's just plain racist.
He's hardly Mr White Supremacy, is he?
People can say one thing and do another.
- Look at your mum.
- What about me mum?
She plays it tough, but she misses you.
When are you two going to sort it out?
Mm, on next Ramadan after never.
Well, I hope it's soon
for your Zara's sake.
Hello.
Oh.
Is there ?
Is there something
we need to talk about?
Oh. If this about Tahir leaving
the kebab in the back of your car,
he going to buy a Forest
Fresh after school.
I'm a busy bee today,
can we speak later?
My mum told me you're pregnant.
- I don't believe her.
- Don't be angry with her.
She's just excited. So am I!
- No. This is just excuse.
- I know she can be difficult
Difficult? You don't see
the way she look down at me.
You don't hear the things she
say to me when you're not there.
What does she say?
I took test.
I'm not pregnant.
Oh.
- Are you OK?
- Yeah.
No. I don't know.
I don't have chance to
know what I'm feeling
because your mother
telling everyone my business
- like she bloody Twitter.
- Why didn't you tell me?
Because she's your mother.
When I thought that we were pregnant,
I tell her first because I want to
make connection with your mother.
But she just use it against us
and she's trying to tear us apart.
She's going to have to try
a little harder. Isn't she?
Leave her to me.
I'll make sure she doesn't speak
to you like that ever again.
The Trust wants to build a
housing estate on school grounds.
If the Trust sell the playing
field behind our backs,
what am I going to teach, bro?
Fifa?
Excuse me.
School's finished now.
So, off you go. Thank you.
Just relax, all right?
The letters have gone out to the parents
about tomorrow night's
emergency meeting.
We get them to sign our petition,
we block the sale of the land.
- Sorted. Trust me.
- Yeah
Lorraine!
Did you manage to call
Johnny Cooper, see if he's OK?
- No answer. Sorry.
- Oh!
- How many people are coming tomorrow night?
- Let's just say, we won't need
- to buy more than one packet of Hobnobs.
- That bad?
I just printed the letters. After
that, it's up to the students.
Can I go now?
Jane?
Jane?
No. Jules.
I'm Marina's mum. I've
come to collect her phone.
Oh
I'm sorry, I'm Martin.
HE STUTTERS
Mr Evershed. I am Mr Evershed.
He's not.
H-he's not.
Right. What's she been
up to this time, then?
That's my picture.
The cheeky mare!
So, erm,
were it my bikini or my face
that made you swipe for me?
HE LAUGHS AWKWARDLY
Obviously, I didn't realise
it was Marina I was speaking to
and that That was you.
I'll take that as a compliment.
Blimey! You're keen.
Well, obviously, I'd, erm, be
grateful if you could remind
Marina about the dangers of
interacting with strangers online.
Oh, don't you worry.
Marina is getting the
full death stare later.
I don't suppose any of your
two brought a letter home
about tomorrow's meeting, did they?
No.
Ah, it's the, erm, Trust are
selling the playing fields
in secret and we've kind
of got this petition going,
but hardly anyone's going to come, so
Are you surprised?
Half this town see you as
day care, the other half work.
It's going to take an incentive to
get them to come to some meeting.
I've got nothing to give them.
And I'm running out of time.
I'll get you a crowd.
Least I can do after
Marina's latest stunt.
I was, erm, just wondering
whether I could take Zara out for
a couple of hours this weekend?
Give you a break and that.
That'd be nice.
Just, er, no accidents this time.
Might give you a chance
to go to the police
about the attack?
I have other things
to be getting on with.
The police might find them.
"Look for the man with the neck tattoo."
In this town?
- Where would they start?
- Forget I said anything.
Why do you care?
- 'Cos you're me mum.
- Exactly, I'm the parent.
You're the child.
You don't have to understand
my choices to respect them.
It's hard to respect them
when they're so confusing.
Everything's so black and white to you.
There's your way and the wrong way.
They beat you up.
That's pretty black and white to me.
You singled me out.
- You made me a target.
- You made yourself a target
with that school protest.
- Are you saying what happened was my fault?
- No, of course not!
All I've ever done is protect my family.
Keeping Dad away from his daughters,
away from me, for two years,
just 'cos he told you he was gay,
isn't protecting your family.
- It's breaking it!
- No!
You broke this family when
you ran away to be with him!
Right, why does it
always turn into this?
You pair and your rows, you're
like clockwork. It'll blow over.
No way. Not this time. She's dead to me.
Yeah, yeah.
Wake me up before
Countdown. I'm off to bed.
Look, I didn't mean to be so
It's just
- I know you don't mean it.
- But I do.
This time, I do.
And you know what, it's fine.
She can live her life, I can
live mine. Just like you did.
You're not the only one
who's hurting, you know.
Why are you sticking up for her?
- She hates everything I stand for, but
- But what?
I can't deny I don't benefit
every time you two fight.
Dad, what are you talking about?
It makes you love me more,
and I don't do owt to earn it.
- Oh, Dad, I'd love you anyway.
- But why?
I left you all to go and "be meself".
She stayed.
To raise two daughters all on her own.
And she did a bang up job.
When I left her,
I broke her heart.
It's not right that I'm
the hero and you two suffer.
But that's why you're my hero.
Not because you hurt her.
But because you did what were
right, even though it was hard.
There's nowt heroic about being
the one to break your family.
- She's not gonna change.
- You're wrong.
After that protest, after all that,
she still came to that
gay bar to hear your poems.
Why do you think she did that? Hm?
'Cos I can tell you now, it
weren't for a gin and tonic.
Then why?
- 'Cos she loves you.
- She loves me?
Didn't think she even liked me.
I've read your poems.
I know you feel the
same about her and all.
And maybe
one day soon, you can take
each other for what you are.
You're wrong.
You've more in common than you think.
She can't bear to be wrong either.
- Bye, sir.
- Bye, sir.
See you tomorrow.
Wanna come with me to Gav's art show?
Need a distraction
from this mum business.
Ringside seats to the snogathon?
Don't want me spoiling your fun.
See you tomorrow, ladies.
- Night.
- Night, sir.
Mr Evershed.
I know, the meeting.
What's the point? Nobody's
gonna come, Lorraine.
You might want to take
a look in the hall.
Go on.
CHATTERING
Do you reckon these are
from Fried and Prejudice?
Wouldn't eat from that chippie.
Nah, I heard they put
dogs in the donner.
But I love those kebabs.
As I were saying, in me pre-halal days
I used to love a saveloy
and a bit of curry sauce.
But enough about me love life.
Ah, did you do all this?
I'm blown away. It's-It's
fantastic. Thank you.
Well, let's just hope your speech
is as good as the catering, eh?
Sir only let me show it
'cos I said it were satire.
Mug.
It is satire though, right?
I don't like to define me art.
Used to think me mum were like that.
All squashed out of
shape 'cos of religion.
Not just religion squashing
her out of shape these days, eh?
- She got really hurt, Gav.
- Homophobes reap what they sow.
We don't know that that's
why she got attacked.
Police got any leads yet?
Don't wanna talk about her.
Everything reminds me of her.
Your painting.
Your tattoo.
- What about me tattoo?
- The guy who attacked her had one.
Who doesn't in this town, eh?
So, erm, which one's your favourite?
Where did you go,
after the open mic night?
- You can't be serious?
- You've got nowt to hide though, right?
You've obviously had a tough week
Just answer the question, Gav.
Where did you go?
Does it matter?
Yeah, it does if you attacked me mum.
Tell me. Where did you go
after the open mic night?
You can't deny she were asking for it.
- Asking for it?
- She's no victim.
She's a bigot.
Look for the man with the neck tattoo.
- I didn't know, Fiz.
- Do you know her?
How's your nan? Why you
had to cancel the other day.
Oh, my God.
It was you.
It were there in black and white
the whole time with your racist art.
If I were racist, why
would I go out with you?
- That weren't a denial.
- I'm the victim here, Fizza.
The victim of your mum's hate protest.
I thought she was
just another protestor,
- so I taught her a lesson and I fought back.
- Fought back?
You attacked a woman in the street.
That makes you the
problem, not the victim.
What was I to you,
some kind of sick joke?
When I found out she was your
mum, I tried to keep away.
I thought we were the same.
I don't hate Muslims, Gav.
I hate bigots.
You disgust me.
I'm not a bigot.
Fizza.
Don't worry, I won't keep you long.
I know most of you are only
here for the chips anyway.
I don't know if you've
noticed some of the signs
our students have
done. Thank you, girls.
The Trust is selling our playing fields
behind our backs.
If the Trust might interject?
Did you think we wouldn't hear
about your little revolution?
- I can't let you do this, Ken.
- Do what?
Turn a muddy old field
into cash for your children?
We weren't born yesterday.
If there was any cash
coming to the school,
you wouldn't have kept it secret
in the first place, would you?
Untrue.
'Cos I hold in my hand a piece of paper
that assures those
finances for this school.
Come on, Martin, nobody
has to lose their job today.
No.
I'm not going to shake your hand, Ken.
Because where does it end?
What's for sale next time, huh?
I don't think you understand,
Ken, it's not about money.
It's about the heart of this school.
That at is priceless.
And that's what makes
this a place where students
- make friends for life.
- KNOCKING ON DOOR
Where they can leave the
responsibilities of home behind.
Where they can learn to fall
and pick themselves up again.
So, yes, you can sell that field,
you can sell it, Ken,
but you are gonna sell
it over my dead body.
Yeah, well, thankfully
it's not up to you.
He's right, it's not up to me.
It's up to you.
So, please, sign the
petition and show the Trust
that our children's
education is not for sale.
Yes, Marty Evershed! You tell him!
CHEERING
Go on, Martin! Go on!
That's what I'm talking
about! Sign the petition.
You see, Ken.
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
Yes. Thank you.
Yes.
HE SIGHS
Hiya.
Saved you a chip, Mr Evershed.
You can call me Martin, you know.
It's the least I can do
after everything you've done.
You have been great.
Oh, I can erm
I can think of summat else.
Why didn't I see it?
He did a very good job of hiding it.
Sometimes you gotta
read between the lines.
He were just anti-Muslim
and I should've seen it.
I need to put this all
behind me and just move on.
I won't lie.
That sounds like a good plan.
Kayla,
promise you won't lie to me again?
After all this
I don't think I
could take it from you.
Oy.
Welcome back, Johnny.
If you think you can just lead me
on, then drop me in the friend zone
like a lead balloon, y'know
you've got another thing coming.
Hey.
I know what Gav did.
Are you OK?
- I'm always OK.
- It's me.
Right. You don't need to pretend.
- I've been better.
- You deserve better than Gav.
I didn't mean me.
I'll see you in class.
Men are all liars.
Except Johnny.
Maybe we should become nuns.
- Y'know, I've always fancied a wimple.
- OK.
Yeah, the Sister Pact.
From this day hence, I do solemnly swear
that I will never let a member
of the weaker sex come between us.
Uh, look at them nails.
Anyone'd think you'd been
mucking out the horses.
That's right, Queenie, kick
a girl while she's down.
Well, if you show up
like that on Saturday,
- you'll be straight out the door.
- Why, what's Saturday?
Johnny's wedding.
To Rose.
- Wedding?
- You have got to be kidding me.