Heartbreak High (1994–1999): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

d Yo, Dad was doing time
When my mother pulled a scam d

d Started doing push-ups
On the cold preacher man d

d Ever since that day
I've been cruising around d

d Seems that everywhere I go
The soccer socks burn down d

d Mother's in heaven
Diggity Dad's lost his load d

d My older sister past the doorway
Up in Darlinghurst d

d Wrote apology, biology
And petrol? d

d So check yourself d

d Before I burn down this whack house d

d The roof is on fire, burn, burn! d

d I said the roof is on fire
Burn, burn! d



d I said the roof is on fire
Burn, burn! d

d I said the roof is on fire d

d Everybody say?
Everybody say, "Jump!" d

d The roof is on fire d

d Burn, burn! d

d I'm sitting in class
In all the four-cornered rooms d

d Just waitin' for the end
Of the 12th year, fool d

d Get an education?
I don't think so, G d

d Get off that tape
Or I'ma burn down the school, see ya d

dThe roof is on fire
Burn, burn! d

d I said the school is on fire
Burn, burn! d

d The school is on fire
Burn, burn! d

d I said the school is on fire
Burn, burn! d

Okay, all right.



Okay!
-d I said burn, burn! d

Okay, enough of that rubbish!

d The school is on fire? d

Now if anyone wants to disagree,

then they can discuss the matter with me
in the peace and quiet of detention.

Boo!
-All right.

I'm waiting for an explanation.

-For what?
-I could have sworn

I heard an incitement to arson.

Or would you like to do a repeat
performance in front of the principal?

Come on, sir. It's just music.

Now who could that be?
Poulos, the Arts patron.

Keep your beak out of this.

Okay, everyone, let's disperse.

Come on, get to your class.

Let's move out.

Go.
-Boo!

I don't wanna hear or see this again.

All right?

It's Mr. Southgate.

It's Mr. Southgate.

He's the yard Nazi around here.

No kidding. In future,
I can look after myself.

Hey, you! Are you ready for this?
Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall.

-Humpty Dumpty had a great--
-Shut your mouth!

Hey, don't you like rap, Zorba?
-Quiet, please.

All the king's horses
and all the king's men--

I said shut your face, man!

Had egg sandwiches for tea again.
Boy?

-Chew me, Wop boy.
-That's enough.

You either sit down or get out.

Miss, you saw what happened outside..

Leave it, please.

We should be able to listen
to what we want.

I don't want to be drawn
into this dispute, Nick.

I thought we'd come to some
understanding about class disruption.

Fine. Okay. "The tragic flaw
in Shakespearean heroes?"

Steve. Would you like
to share that with the class?

-No.
-You were about to share it with Danielle.

-No, he wasn't.
-No, I wasn't.

-Would you like to read it out?
-No, it's personal.

Give it back! Give it back to me!

-Rivers, give it back to me!
-"To Danielle, my darling superspunk--

"She meant nothing to me.
It's your body I want."

Steve, that's beautiful.

All right, sit down.

Okay.
Now that I finally have your attention,

one of you could tell me
exactly what you know

about the tragic flaw
in Shakespearean heroes?

Nick?

Yeah. Hamlet was a wanker.

All right. Hamlet was a wanker.
In what way?

All talk?
-And?

No action.
-Exactly.

Perhaps you could use a less
colloquial term for exam purposes,

but that sense isn't too far wrong.

What I'd like you to start think--

Nick, could I have a word
before you go, please?

-Miss, it's recess!
-Look, it won't take a second.

-It's about your attitude.
-What attitude?

I haven't got one.

Nick, you're an intelligent person.
Why do you try to hide it?

I don't know what you're talking about.
Can I go now?

Go.

We're at Tony's party,
and this bimbo was all over him.

Look, Danielle, what do you expect?
He's a guy.

Well, he can just forget it.
-Danielle. Hey, Danielle.

-I'm sorry. All right?
-Tell him he's dropped.

-You're dropped, Steve.
-And I never want to speak to him again.

She never wants to speak to you again.

Yeah, why? Why?

Tell him he's a two-timing jerk
and to shove right off.

And you're a-- Look, just shove right off.
All right?

Well?

seems clear enough to me, mate.

Come on.

So how's it going?

Okay, why?
-Just being friendly.

We're interested in the welfare
of our fellow students.

Yeah, right.
-Excuse us.

So is that it?
-We saw you rap.

-So?
-I thought it was crap.

"Burn down the school."

Ooh!

-Everyone's a critic.
-You weren't really born in the gutter.

-Wasn't I?
-You're a liar.

You shut up
once Southgate got there.

-So?
-Maybe you're just a poser.

-And maybe I'm not.
-Prove it.

-Yeah, right.
-Prove it!

Excuse me.

Listen. Listen.

Hey. Hey! Haven't we got enough trouble
without this imported LA rubbish?

From what I've heard,
this rapping music isn't very musical.

People say that every time
something new appears.

Exactly.
-Does Kylie rap? I like Kylie.

Whether you like it or not,
it's music, it's everywhere.

You can't stop it.
-You don't call this music.

They chanted "burn down the school."

We have to draw a line
at razing the school.

It's a way for kids
to let off a bit of steam, that's all.

What? Burning down the school
is just a way of letting off steam?

Look, I'm sure Jodie meant it
as a metaphor.

-It's a reality.
-The reality is

by stepping in early, I've taken
the heat out of the situation

before it could get near meltdown.

It's now a non-issue.

-I've probably saved you work, Yola.
-Dream on.

What?

d Why you sweating me in class?
Bugging me in the yard? d

d I get told to be quiet
my opinion's too hard d

d Free speech ain't it?
What's the deal in this country? d

d Politicians?
Nah, they ain't nothing d

d Hey, yo, I got to go
Take the coat lab d

d Might not be what you want
But it's my crowd d

d Take that regulation stuff
Out the door d

d Because I'm a burn the school down
Straight to the floor d0

d It's a G-thing, check this booty d

d And if you wanna, let's get slow d

d And sexy d

d Whoa! Whoa! d

I told you,
I didn't wanna see or hear this again.

Not the same. Different lyrics.

It all sounds the same to me.

But can't we say anything
in this yard anymore?

What happened to freedom of speech?

Since when have you cared, Poulos?

This is our playground.
We can say what we like.

Exactly.
-You can't stop us.

Yeah, power to the people!

That's it, man.

What are you gonna do
to stop me stopping you?

It's a free country, we got rights.
-Yeah!

Your hormones are showing, sport.

You'd care about stamp collecting
if little miss rap here

waved her album about.

You're a neurotic Nazi.

Yeah, I like this girl.
-Principal's office. Now.

So this is what happens when?

cousins marry.

Now!

This really isn't on, Jodie.

-It's just a song.
-I think it's a bit more than that.

-I heard the chanting.
-It's close to an incitement to riot.

Was this thing permissible
at your last school?

-It's just a song.
-Well, I want to make it absolutely clear

it's not the sort of song
that we encourage here.

-Isn't that right, Mr. South--?
-It is right.

I mean, not even Bob Dylan
advocated burning down schools.

-Are you familiar with Bob Dylan?
-Who?

Right. Um?

I'm putting you on probation this time.

If you're foolish enough to re-offend,
it will mean an automatic suspension.

See the school counselor.

You seem to carry a lot of anger.

Sit back when the principal talks to you.

So, do you want a lolly?

No, this is? Please eat them
because I'm gonna eat them.

Sure?

So who's your favorite rapper.
Ice-T, Ice Cube, Vanilla Ice?

-Just tell me what I've done wrong.
-All right, listen,

I don't think you've done anything wrong.
Mr. Southgate, though,

is worried of what you rap about.

You can stop me talking,
you can't stop me thinking.

I'm not trying to stop you doing anything.

Southgate's the one that needs help.

Counsel him. He's a Nazi.

I don't think he's a Nazi.
I think he just doesn't understand rap.

-Well, I think he's a knob.
-A knob? Okay.

Right, let's leave the knob out.
Just for the moment.

How are you settling in?
It's not easy moving schools.

-I'm all right.
-Yeah?

-I'm fine.
-Seriously?

Fine.

How are things with your parents?

My mother's dead.

Right, I'm sorry, I didn't know that.

So, um?

-So when did she die?
-Last year.

How are you feeling about that?

I can take care of myself.

You sure? Yeah?

Is it just you and your father,
or have you got brothers and sisters?

Well, I've got a sister.

I don't see her.
She lives up at the Cross.

So you and your dad.

Well, his girlfriend's sometimes there.

She helps out when
she can be bothered getting up.

You know what, mate? I've been thinking.

We need a soccer team.

Nick, are you listening to me?
This is important.

-Steve.
-What, man?

-What's wrong with this guy?
-I don't know.

What's up with you two?
Are you listening to me?

-Hey, Danielle. Can I talk to you?
-G'day, Nick.

Listen, I've been thinking, right?

-You know what we should do?
-What, Nick? I give up.

Publish Jodie's rap in the school paper.

-We?
-All right, you. You're the editor.

I can see the headline now.
"Principal can't beat rap."

Yeah? I can see another.
"Jodie pain in the bum, says editor."

-It's not about her, all right?
-Sure.

-It's the principle involved.
-Right. What's in it for you?

-Nothing.
-Sure. Look, a flock of pigs.

It's the principle involved, all right?
Free speech in a democracy.

Don't you know about this stuff?
I'm Greek, it's in the blood.

Yeah, and I'm Lebanese.
We burn it at night to keep away mozzies.

Look, Southgate did us a favor.
-Yeah? And what next?

What if you put something they don't like?

They wouldn't dare.

Is that what you think?
How do you know?

The paper's different.

There's only one way to find out,
isn't there?

Don't worry about it, mate.
She likes you.

-She hates your guts, but she--
-Thanks very much, mate.

-It's what I want to hear.
-You know what you need?

You need a go-between.

-And what's that?
-A go-between, mate.

-Someone to talk to her for you.
-Like you?

A professional.
-Like you?

Like me.
-How much?

Who said anything about money?
-You gonna do it for nothing?

-I would if I could. Look--
-How much? You tell me, how much?

-I got special rates for special mates.
-What if this doesn't work?

Look at her. What am I gonna do?

You're a buddy.
I'll only charge expenses.

- They don't call you Con for nothing.
-Mate.

This is gonna cost you.

A newspaper editor
putting price on free speech?

I better get an invite to the wedding.

That's got nothing to do with it.

Yeah, sure, Nick, sure.

Have you read these lyrics?

Look. "My mother's in heaven.
My father's in a cage."

Heavy stuff. Do you reckon it's true?

I wouldn't print it
if I didn't think so, would I?

Why don't you like her?

Just 'cause she's a big mouth,
doesn't mean I don't like her.

-Your editorial's good, too.
-Yeah, thank you.

Couldn't have said it better myself.

Sign Of Things To Come."
Three question marks.

-That's good stuff.
-That's why I'm editor.

-Look, that ought to do it.
-All right, let's go.

Hey, take a copy.

Hey, Jodie!

Have you seen this yet?
-Seen what?

Front page splash.
Guess whose idea it was?

-It was Nick's idea.
-Rose helped out. Rose helped out.

Just with the hack work.
Nick was the driving creative force.

Everyone's gonna see you now.
-Burn down the school. Yeah.

-Revolution, man.
-Yeah, to the power of the press.

d It's a G-thing
Check this booty d

d And if you wanna, let's get slow d

d And sexy! d

Sir. Have you seen
the latest copy of the paper?

Not bad?

I can tell by
the way they're laughing.

I like this bit.

"Dad was doing time
when my mother pulled a scam.

-Started doing push-ups on the cold--"
-"Preacher man."

I like that. Sort of sophisticated
use of language, isn't it?

-Think so?
-I don't believe this.

-What was the music like?
-It wasn't music.

Can't you see?
An obvious test of our authority.

Bill's right.

No, I don't think we can separate
form from content in this case.

If we cave ins, where do I stand?

I think you overreacted
in the first place.

Yeah. You're paid to say that, aren't you?

While the rest go back to the trenches
and deal with the problem.

-Your problem is, you're losing it.
-What, what?

Where? How? What?

Think about changing schools.
That's your problem.

Too bad.
-You don't even work.

- Don't you--
-Yola!

Thank you.

Yola, how's the girl
responding to counseling?

It's too early to tell.

Will you know
after the school's burned down?

Turn the record over.

say stop it now, it'll snowball.

It's gonna snowball by you
adding more snow to it.

So we just sit back
and let whatever happens?

-Is that what you're saying?
-Come on. Look what started it.

Just one student saying "look at me"
and letting off a bit of steam.

I think we're in danger
of going over the top, don't you?

-No, I don't.
-I think Christina's got a point.

I used to work on a student newspaper.
I know what it's like.

I think at this juncture,
the appropriate action is no action.

Great.

Free speech.

The walls are covered in it.

Someone's been playing with matches.

Don't they know it's just a metaphor?

We're just standing up
for our rights, sir.

You as editor,
you stand by what you published?

Yes, I've got the right to publish.
Even if I do think the rap is a wank.

-What do you got to say?
-What about?

Your attitude is not helping your case.

I'm told we're not supposed
to take your words literally.

-People can take them how they like.
-Somebody's taking them very literally.

I have to deal with it.
It's not your problem?

-I didn't light the fire.
-No, but you provided the fuel.

It's not gonna happen again

because I'm closing
the school newspaper down.

Now get out of here.

It's outrageous!
What about freedom of press?

Please sit down.
-We can't let him get away with this.

You won't get anywhere
thumping the table and shouting.

I'd like to hear some reasoned argument.

I'm mad as hell,
and I'm not gonna take this anymore.

Ha-ha! You moron.

This isn't just about a rap song,
all right?

This is our newspaper, all of us.

And we've got the right to?

We got the right to a voice!

So what are we gonna do about it?
-Nothing.

If we can't say what we think,
we're not free like we think we are.

He's right. We got to do something now,
before it's too late.

-A petition?
-That'll scare the pants off them.

-If we get enough names, it might.
-Can we sign more than once?

How many times you wanna
put your "X" on, Bordino?

-Up your nose, Rivers.
-Enough.

We have to fight.
We don't, we get nothing.

Go home, will you?
-Shut up and listen!

She knows what she's talking about.

-You, too, go back to wherever.
-You!

You give up so easy.

One day, you're gonna lose it all.
You'll wish you'd fought.

All right, that's enough.

-Hey, Danni. Listen, can I talk to you?
-Yeah.

-It's private.
-Hey, Con, listen. It's a petition.

Sign it and pass it on.
As if you cared, anyway.

-How much is Steve paying you?
-Who said anything about Steve?

Not me. I don't want to know
about the two-timing jerk.

Tell him from me he's a dag.
He dresses like a slob.

He's got no idea. He couldn't write
a decent love letter to save his life.

-When is he going to grow up?
-Danni, look.

The course of true love never runs smooth.

Plus, he's got dopey mates.

Danni? Danni!

What did the newspaper say?
Trouble at school?

No.

What do you mean, no?
They don't ban a newspaper for nothing.

Well, look, there's this girl, right?

I knew there'd be
a girl involved somewhere.

-So did I.
-Anyway, she wrote a song

-about burning down the school.
-What?

We printed it
and some idiot went and lit a fire.

What do you expect? I mean,
kids are influenced by that sort of thing.

Why does she want to write a song
about burning the school down?

No wonder they banned it!

It was in a garbage bin.
It wasn't dangerous.

Big fires start from little ones.

-That's not the point.
-What's the point?

If we let them get away
with banning the paper, what's next?

We won't be allowed to say anything.

-We must take a stand.
-I don't want you fooling around.

-I'm not fooling around.
-You're always fooling around.

If it's not soccer, it's girls,
or something else.

Anything but your education!

Why is it suddenly so important now?

-Tell me that. Come on, tell me.
-Forget about it.

-No, no, I don't wanna forget it.
-Just forget it.

'Cause every time I get excited,
you don't wanna talk.

Why?
-Forget about it.

-Can we just eat now?
-No, we can't eat. I want to know!

Talk!

But I, um, I didn't realize
the extent of its readership.

I mean, there must be
several hundred signatures here.

If we do a back flip on this,

we'll be giving them the go-ahead
to try any stunt.

I'm not suggesting a back flip.

I'm concerned that we may be
making matters a little worse.

-It's really stirred them up.
-Yeah.

Some students actually opened
their mouths for the first time.

They finally got an opinion.

Yeah. I've read it on the walls outside.

It's graffiti, Bill. We've had it before.
We've had vandalism.

It's not the first time
and won't be the last.

If a bit of graffiti and stroppy parents

is the price of intellectual
discussion among the students,

-I say it's worth it.
-I agree. It's put a bomb under them.

-Gee, I hope they don't put one under us.
-How did I know you were gonna say that?

Look,

the trick is, how do we keep this going?

I'm willing to allow the students
to talk this thing through,

seeing as so many of them are concerned.

Maybe then we can consider
lifting the ban on the newspaper.

They're laughing at us.

-They've been laughing at you for years.
-Look. A. Hitler, M. Meninga?

-Mal Meninga.
-Madonna Ciccone.

-She's in Year Nine.
-It's a joke.

-You're a joke.
-P. Keating, Zorba the Greek.

Any genuine signatures?

I bet they reckon they've pulled
a real swifty on us, Yola.

I, I accepted
these signatures at their word,

I accepted this petition in good faith.

The school accepts criticism,
but we will not be made a laughingstock.

Yeah, so what did she say?
What's the story?

Well, I spoke to her.
-And what did she say?

You want the bad news
or the worst news?

What did she say in the first place?

Okay, you're a grub.
You're a slob. You're a pig?

Wait a minute, wait.
She said I was a grub and a slob?

Face it, mate.

You need to grow up.

So?I'm history,
is that what you're saying?

Look, to be perfectly honest,
you've got an image problem.

-I can't believe she said I was a slob.
-Believe it.

Tell me, how many times
did you guys sign those petitions?

-Once, why?
-Once, why?

Did you sign your own names?

-No, Rose. Signed Arnold Schwarzenegger.
-I signed Jason Donovan.

What the hell is the matter with you?
-What's the matter with you?

I don't know, mate. Someone screwed us up.

Deloraine went off.
He's not talking to us.

-The paper is gone! Kaput.
-How come you didn't check the signatures?

-How come you didn't?
-It's not my department.

-What is your department?
-Chill out, will you?

It wasn't my idea
to put the rap in the paper.

Yeah? Well, you seemed
pretty pleased at the time.

I didn't mean this to happen,
so get off my case!

Hey, did you really call me a slob? Why?

Listen?

I've got an idea.

I've got a job for you.

I like your style.

Sometimes, you amaze me, you know?

-I know.
-You bloody amaze me.

Shh.

Rosie, Rosie?

Make sure this gets into the paper.
It's a Valentine's message.

I'm relying on you.

What are you two doing here?

-Just on our way somewhere, sir.
-On your way where?

-Library. Tuck shop.
-Tuck shop. Library.

Library. Tuck shop. Tuck shop. Library.
What?

Both.

Okay. On your way.

-Want something from the tuck shop, sir?
-No, thank you.

Read all about it!
Banned newspaper lives!

Read all about it!

Hot off the press,
latest underground issue,

lifts lid on freedom of speech scandal!

Extra! Extra! Student property stolen
in boom box ban.

-As good as the last issue?
-It's better!

Can't wait to read it, then!

Students threaten strike action
if demands not met.

-Who was that?
-It's the principal's secretary.

It's really gonna hit the fan now.
Read all about it!

They accuse me of theft.
I'll have them up for slander.

I would like to keep this
within the school as much as possible.

I haven't got a cassette player.
Don't know where it is.

In my office.

Did she suggest your parents
were kissing cousins?

I think that's going a bit far.

-It says here.
-So were they?

This is not the time, Yola.
-What about this list of demands?

They're in no position to demand anything.

Come on, they're willing to strike.

They might be bluffing.

Of course.
They're as solid as soup.

-Just call their bluff.
-Won't that escalate things even further?

If we hadn't gone all caring,
it wouldn't have gotten this far.

If you hadn't overreacted,
this would never have happened.

Look, this is all water under the bridge.

I think, given the circumstances,
I have no choice but to call their bluff.

Fasten your seat belts, everyone.

There is one little ray of light.

Anyone else see this?
"To my Valentine, D.

Roses are red, violets are blue,
I'm changing my image to show I love you."

Hah! That shows how serious they are.

-There's love even on the barricades.
-It's Valentine's Day tomorrow, isn't it?

Trust there'll be no massacre.

I've not forgotten this whole unfortunate
chain of events begins with you, Jodie.

If push comes to shove, I don't think
the school is gonna forget it.

Look at the trouble
you've got your friends into.

You have to take responsibility
for what you create.

We are, sir.

We're making our own decisions.

I see.

How literally am I to take
this notion of a sit-in strike?

We think our claims are legitimate.

Look?

I know? I know how you feel.
I was on a student newspaper.

I know how difficult it is
when there are things you wanna say,

-feelings you wanna express.
-We're serious.

We've got the student body behind us.

My information is to the contrary, son.

You're wrong.
They're right behind us, all the way.

I see.

Now according to this,
I've got until noon tomorrow, or else.

That's right.

What about you, Rose? You're very quiet.

I'm with them.

Are you? You sure?

Remember this started over lyrics
you weren't keen on yourself?

I'm sure.

Okay.

Now let me give you guys a deadline.

As of noon tomorrow,

if you have not withdrawn your threat
to strike, retracted your claims,

and apologized,

I will suspend the lot of you for a week.

I wish I'd never written it now.

It's not your fault, all right?

I mean, this thing was just
waiting to happen.

It was gonna happen sooner or later.

And it wasn't just you.
It meant something to us as well.

-Do you mean that?
-Yeah, I do.

It's funny, you know.

All that stuff about my parents,

none of it's true.

Dad's just a truckie,
my sister's a waitress,

and my mum's not dead, either.

-But why?
-I'm scared, I'm scared.

-Why did you write it?
-I've only been here two weeks.

And I've already put everybody off.

You haven't put me off.

I just want some friends.

Sure. How many do you want?

I can get them easy.

-What's wrong with my friends?
-I've already put them off.

Don't worry about it.
Give them time,? they'll get used to you.

Well, I think it stinks.
Why should you carry the can for her?

Yeah, it's not like it's important.
Like a soccer team, you know?

Give it a rest, will you?
-Why'd you publish it?

I don't know anymore.
Mainly 'cause Nick dared me to.

Time to stop playing games.

None of us can afford
suspension on our records.

Yeah, let's just forget
about the stupid strike.

No, I don't know.

Where have you been?
Practicing pickup lines with Jodie?

How many of you are with us?

And cop a suspension, too?

Forget it.

-What about you?
-I'm still thinking.

-Con?
-I'm in, if you mention the soccer team.

-For sure.
-Wait a minute. What's in it for us?

We agreed that
having our say was important.

We did.
-So what's changed?

Tell me what the difference is now.

You scared of suspension?

Is that what it is?

-You gonna jump every time Southgate--
-It's not that, Nick.

Tell me what, then??For once,

we were all there together.
We were there, man.

Whether they liked it or not,
they had to listen.

-That felt good.
-That felt good to me, too.

-So let's keep it going.
-It's not that easy, Nick.

It is, all right?

We've gotta stand up
for our say now, or shut up.

He's right. We're all in this together.
So who's in?

-I am.
-I'm in.

-You? Make up your mind.
-Lay off, Nick.

-You know what her parents are like.
-Don't worry.

I'll make up my own mind.
All right? I'm in.

Good.

Yeah, all right, I'm in.

Not much fun being on your own.
Guess I'm in, too.

I think I'm gonna get suspended tomorrow.

-Nick!
-It's just for a week.

-Why?
-We're going on strike.

Because of the newspaper?
-There's more to it than that.

Yeah? And?

is this girl involved, maybe?

Yeah, she is.

I like her.

-She's opened my eyes up to things.
-She must be special.

She is.
-Okay.

And what's the strike about?

Our voice at school.
They want to shut us up.

Nick, Nick, I don't want you
throwing your future away.

I'm not throwing anything away.

What if I forbid you?

I can't back down.
-What?

What, you're gonna defy me
like your principal?

I never have before.

Have I?

I've lied to you,
I've gone behind your back,

but I've always listened to what you said.

Always.

Yeah, you're right.

This is hard for me to say.

But this time, if you force me,
yeah, I will defy you.

Nick. They're strong words.

At least I'm saying it to your face.

All right.

If you believe in this, then do it.

-Irini?
-Yeah.

Thanks.

They won't get the numbers.
Most kids have got better things to do.

-I'd like to be as sure as you are.
-Well, noon probably sounded dramatic,

but it's very close to lunchtime.

And my bet is, that they've underestimated
the pull of the teenage stomach.

If you really wanna be sure,

open the canteen early
and lower the prices.

If they do sit in, how do we get them out?

Leave them.
It's one way to polish the floors.

I was asking a serious question.

All right, my serious answer would be

to lift the ban on the paper
and talk to them.

No.

I can't seem to be caving in to blackmail.

I still say that at five to 12:00,

those three are going to come
knocking at your door.

Where's Christina? Gone out in sympathy?

She's around.

Well, she wouldn't wanna miss all the fun,
would she?

Psst!

Psst!

Psst!

At least they're not singing
"We Shall Not Be Moved."

Don't they look cute?

I shall only ask once.

Please clear this corridor right now.
-Whatever you reckon? Yeah?

Very well.

Nick, Jodie, Rose,
you're suspended for a week as of now.

Please leave the school grounds.

We're on strike because we think
we've got the right to express ourselves.

Yeah!

This is our list of demands
and we're not moving until they're met.

Let me make one thing perfectly clear.
I will not respond to demands.

Now you three, leave immediately,
or I'll have you removed.

-We'll call Willesee!
-I'll take that, thank you.

Right! You've got five minutes
to vacate this corridor.

And if you don't,
I'll suspend the lot of you.

Now you have been warned.

Getting worried.

I'm hungry.

Hey, Miss, what's happening?

Miss? Miss? Come on.

Hi, Miss.

-What's he saying?
-Any good news?

What's the story? What's that?
-I'll tell you in a little while. Yola?

Where have you been?
Deloraine's losing it.

Southgate's lost it, and the choppers
and water cannon are due any minute.

Yola, would you shut up! Come here.

How long is this gonna take, man?

Till they crumble.

Look, I'm going to the toilet.

Yeah, but if a teacher comes near,
just sit down.

-Steve. Hey! Listen.
-What, man, what?

I've made up a list of how much
it's gonna cost you, right?

It's very reasonable.

Plus, as a bonus, mate,
it's tax deductible.

I don't pay tax, man.

Your dad does, doesn't he?
-Yeah, so what?

Want me to place the order?
-Yeah. I don't care.

You won't regret it.

Costa!

It's Con, mate.

He wants the works.

Hey.

Look, I know I came down
pretty heavy on you yesterday.

But I just wanted to say that
I'm glad we're here together now.

-Yeah.
-You know, you've got guts.

All of a sudden, we've all got guts
we never knew we had.

Nick,

what do we do at 3:30?

-We're not moving, all right?
-Can I dial a pizza?

Stop thinking about your stomach.

-Stuff your stomach right now.
-Yeah, there's more important fish to fry.

Fish and chips! Fant?stico!

No.

I remembered you once said
you worked on a student newspaper.

This one's my favorite.

I like the headband
and you were thinner then.

1967. You occupied
the vice chancellor's office.

-Not me. Someone who looks like me.
-It is you.

-No.
-Come on,

I found over 50 articles written by you
and some of them were pretty wild.

You were an angry man, admit it.

We were trying
to make the world a better place.

-Thank you.
-You've had your turn.

-Why can't they?
-It was different then.

I wasn't principal.

Don't.
-It's not different.

It was different. I wasn't principal.

Right, what's the next move?

Exactly how did they get you out
of the vice chancellor's office?

Well?

This is our list of demands.

I've made it clear
I'm not going to respond to demands.

-Well, that was a good start.
-Can I say something to get things moving?

I think schools are a bit like prisons.

They function via an unwritten agreement
between the inmates and the authorities.

I'm not too sure I like the notion
of students being inmates.

If the student body
really wants to flip out,

there is nothing
staff can do to stop them?

The option of shooting them
is not open to me, yes.

And isn't the unwritten law
about education

that both sides actually give a little?

Well, that depends on what you mean
by "give a little."

Well, you're both here.
So you must be willing to negotiate.

I take it this is an ambit claim.

As it happens, Mr. Southgate and I
have a bit of a list of our own.

Yes, I want an apology for a start.

You want an apology?
What about us?

I have been accused of being a thief.

And my parents
have been insulted publicly.

I want an apology
and a written retraction.

I believe that's only fair.

Well, if the students agree to an apology,

what's the staff
willing to concede in return?

I want the right to rap.

And what about our suspensions?

We can't do a retraction
if we don't have a newspaper.

Point 10 on your list. I don't see what
a soccer team's got to do with anything.

It was democratically included.

What? By your cousin?

All right. We agree.

It's not a high-priority demand.

But you have to promise
not to say anything to Con.

We've got most things but we had
to drop the soccer teams, Con. Sorry.

I don't know about this.

Go on. He's really pretty good,
I'm telling you.

Danni! Danni!

Danni! Danni!

-Come with me.
-Hey!

What are you doing?
What did you pull me out for?

I want to be in there.

Happy Valentine's Day.

What do you reckon?

I'm proud of you, mate.

Hey, hey!

What do you reckon or what?

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