Ackley Bridge (2017) s05e09 Episode Script

1
She's fought for an
increase in the minimum wage
and successfully campaigned to give
asylum seekers the right to work.
She's Faiza Akhtar and
this is The Sue Carp Show.
So does Yorkshire's
very own Amal Clooney
plan to take a few days
to chill now you're home?
Well, actually, I'm only
here for a couple of hours.
I've got a meeting later
with the Prime Minister.
Ooh!
Where do you get your energy from?
Well, actually, me dad.
Yeah.
He always inspired me to never
to walk away from a challenge.
I wouldn't be doing any of this
if he hadn't been there
supporting me all the way.
Right, call Mum if you
need anything, yeah?
Dad?
Her number's on the fridge.
I won't be too long.
You going to wish me good luck?
- Apple, Mum.
- Oh, yeah.
And lucky pen? Check.
- Oh, yeah. And lucky charm?
- All present and correct.
You work your magic for
me like you did Nasreen.
- Can we go now?
- Hold the horse. I got something I want to say.
Take your time. Read the question.
No.
It doesn't matter if you pass or fail.
You just do your best.
Not a half best. Full best.
That's all I want.
You go and show Ken Weaver
what you're made of. Come on.
Beti?
Me, taking exams, Mammy?
I've forgotten everything already.
- It go in one side and
- Chup, Chup.
Just go, smash it, OK.
'The person you are calling
is unable to take your call.'
This is really hard
for me to say, but
Dad, you're right.
I really don't belong here.
I'm coming home.
- You'll be late for work.
- Just want to make sure you get there safe.
You sure you don't want
me to come in with you
when you go and see the, erm
Independent Sexual Violence
Adviser. You can say it, Dad.
How many more of these meetings
do you reckon you're going to have?
As many as I want, I suppose.
Fizza.
Him and Mum are doing my
head in. Always in my face.
It's good they're worried about you.
- Give him a break.
- Like you'd want your dad walking you to school?
Yeah.
I would, actually.
Weirdo.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah. ♪
Ah-ah. ♪
Ah-ah. ♪
Now go from your head
voice into your chest voice.
Ahhhh. ♪
Excellent technique.
Now, open up your diaphragm,
that's how you'll optimise the tone.
I thought it was just about
opening my mouth and making a noise.
- Have you decided what you're going to sing?
- Erm Yeah.
- There's this cover song I do at my gigs.
- Cover?
Oh, OK.
Let's hear it.
Say you love ♪
Love ♪
May you fall in love some day ♪
- What's wrong with it?
- Nothing. It's nice.
It's just not You. It's
not coming from your heart.
The diaphragm, the heart.
Please, sir, make up your mind.
You're singing the words,
just not feeling it.
What about one of your own songs?
Look, I write about stuff
that's going on in my life.
Judges at the audition won't
want to hear about that.
This is worse than the
bloody Coronation Street.
- Exam papers.
- What?
You've helped us out, so
How did you get hold of this?
- Oh, have you read the questions?
- No. No, I don't need to.
But I thought you might
need some help today.
Not long to go. How are you feeling?
- Inshallah.
- She's going to pass it easy.
Oh, he don't know that.
Bloody wind up merchant!
Main themes of Othello.
- Anyone?
- If we don't know it now, it's too late.
Johnny?
Erm
- Honour.
- Yes.
Prejudice.
Yeah. Younis?
Female sexuality?
Would you like to expand?
I think he already has!
OK, you need to be at the exam
hall 15 minutes before start time.
Don't be late.
Dad?
Do you remember when you were little,
when I'd take you to that bridge?
We'd watched Three Coins in the Fountain
and you wanted to go and
chuck pebbles in the water.
Make a wish.
- Yeah. Only there weren't no water.
- Still made a wish though.
Mine were always that you'd be happy.
That you'd get what
you wanted out of life.
Is this your completely over the
top way of wishing me good luck?
I'd tell you that you could do anything,
that one day you'd change the world.
And you will.
They'll be no phones
allowed in the exam hall.
Don't listen to what anybody says.
I'm doing this 'cos I love you.
- Doing what?
- Don't worry.
- It's all good.
- Dad, where are you?
Dad?
Remember, don't touch your exam
papers when you take your seats.
Nice and quiet everybody, please.
'Sorry, I'm being
fabulous, leave a message.'
I haven't got a pen.
I ain't having that.
No, there's some inside
for us. There's some inside.
OK everyone, have your bags and
phones ready to hand in, please.
You can do this.
For the next two hours,
your backsides will be
glued to your chairs.
Nobody leaves this room.
Are we understood?
Good luck everyone.
Turn your papers over.
What did I just say?
Fizza?
Fizza, you can't just
Stop. What about your exam?
I can't stay. I need to find my dad.
Whatever's going on, I'm
sure he wouldn't want you
to jeopardise your future.
He doesn't know what he wants.
He doesn't know what
day it is half the time.
- I'm scared he's going to hurt himself.
- Where is he?
I don't know for sure,
but I've just got to go.
Fizza, we can take my car.
- Dad?
- Are you sure he's here?
Dad!
You shouldn't be here.
- Go. Leave me alone.
- Dad, what are you doing?
Fizza, please.
Mr Akhtar?
I'm Asma, Fizza's English teacher.
Take her back to school.
Go on, go.
I want to be on my own.
Nobody wants that, not really.
I'm no good for her.
All I do is let her down, turning
up to school, ruining things for her.
- I'm not fit to be her dad.
- Don't say that.
You're better off without me.
Let me guess.
You want all the noise,
all the thoughts, to stop?
I know what you're going through.
You don't know anything.
I know about never feeling
like you're good enough.
Most of the time I don't have a clue
how I'm going to make
it through the day.
I'm an alcoholic.
I know it's not the same, but still
The loneliness, the guilt.
The terrible black hole that
sucks anything good out of life.
Hating yourself because
you're too weak to fight it.
I know about that.
But those feeling pass.
They do.
I'm so tired.
You've got people who love you, Asif.
They can help you get through this.
We'll sort things properly.
Your medication, everything.
I'll make you well again.
You've got too much going for
you. A daughter who adores you.
You've been here before.
Things got better, didn't they?
They will again.
Please.
Please, Dad.
I'll end up back here.
I know I will.
Let me take you home, Asif.
We can talk properly there.
I said put your pens down.
Go on, then. You're free to go.
- That essay though.
- I know, you're bloody telling me.
I thought it must be like
a trick question. Bare easy.
Hey. How did it go?
Oh, I don't want to think
about it. It's too late.
I can't change nothing now.
You did your best.
What?
- Where did you
- Kyle thought he were helping me.
It's a mock from last year.
Huh?
Alhamdulillah!
He must have broken into Ken's office.
He thinks he's James Bond, no?
Oh, don't say nothing.
Kyle's heart is in the right place
and if Ken knew that I had this,
my head on the chopping block, eh?
- Eh? Rashid?
- No, of course not.
We don't need this.
There's something not right.
She wouldn't just walk out
of an exam for no reason.
- I'm going to try her again.
- Johnny, have you got a minute?
Oh, my God.
- Mr Cooper, you are late for audition rehearsal.
- Yes, sir.
It was the wrong exam paper.
Sorry, no comprende.
If you ever put Mrs Paracha
in that position again
You'll what? Report me?
Nah. She wouldn't like that.
You little
She broke into my dad's
house and stole his dogs.
Least that's what we'll
say in court if you say owt.
I'm watching you.
- I can't do this.
- Yeah, you can.
Where do you keep the lentils?
Red jar, bottom left cupboard.
He's settled.
He is in bed now.
Thanks for what you said.
If you hadn't been there,
I could've lost him.
I don't deserve your thanks, Fizza.
I should be apologising.
I had no idea how much
you were dealing with.
And if I did, I wouldn't have
put so much pressure on you.
You weren't to know.
My dad's been ill for as
long as I can remember.
When he's on form, it's
like no matter where he goes,
the sun comes out, even
if it's chucking it down.
I'm sorry you're having
a such a hard time.
Onions.
You're doing such a great
job looking after him,
he needs to be assessed by
a mental health professional.
No. He hates hospital stuff,
he'll never agree to that.
Fizza, it's the only
way he'll get better.
I can make the calls if you like.
Your family are very
concerned about you, Asif.
I know this isn't what you want to hear,
but from what you've just told me,
I'm not confident you
can keep yourself safe.
- I'd like you to come to hospital for a short while.
- No!
I need you to get
better, Dad. I love you.
Asif, I'm really sorry
but if you refuse to come voluntarily,
I'll have to bring you into hospital
under Section 4 of
the Mental Health Act.
Dad?
The darkness ♪
will come . ♪
Dad?
Dad!
It's OK. Fizza, you've
done the right thing.
That tea?
Sausage rolls. Been
practising me pastry.
At least one of us has
summat to show for today.
Yeah.
Right let's go, I'm starving.
When we get home. Can we, um ?
- Go on, what?
- Will you play your song for us?
No, nothing to sing.
Everything I try just sounds
like a knock-off Justin Bieber.
Hmm. Could be worse.
Don't, you'll put me off my food.
How was your exam?
Don't ask.
I want to go and see him.
Tomorrow. Should let
him get settled in first.
You should get some sleep. I'll
stay until your mum gets here.
Where've you been?
I've been worried sick.
Fizza's dad's been sectioned.
She was trying to cope on her own
and sometimes you can't, can you?
I thought leaving Ackley was the answer.
You're leaving?
What I need to do is stop drinking.
But I don't know how.
I need help, Hassan.
I need help.