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detectors and searching kids' bags?

-I dunno.

- Guy's a nut bag.

I'm going for a smoke.

I'll start locking up the gates.

Yeah, all right.

Let's have a look.

Oi! What do you think you're doing?

- Night, Miss.

- Night.

(Mobile phone beeps)

Kate...

Put the phone away.

- I'll give this to your mother tonight.

- That's so unfair.

Kate, unfair is when something

happens for no reason.

This is bullshit.

You're bullshit.

A pathetic man who puts his daughter

in detention just to spend time with her.

Please, Kate, that's enough.

So afraid he drinks a bottle of whisky

before stepping in a classroom.

- Please, just sit down...

- No! Our lives are better without you.

Mum said she'd rather be alone forever

than get back with you.

Ohh...

Oh...

Hello!

Hello! Let me out!

Ah...

Jeez. Aaargh!

Ah, f***.

What the f***...? What the f***?

What are you doing?

F***...

Get out!

Aargh.

Hey! Let me out of here!

You're in so much f***ing trouble!

Hey...

No! Hey!

Hey! Let me out!

Help!

Help me!

Get me out of here! Let me out!

No!

Please! God!

No!

Hey, Jake, it's me.

No, I'm using the phone in Reception.

Can you come and pick me up?

Just come and pick me up.

Jake?

Jake!

(Sighs)

The, um, the phone's not working.

(Clears throat)

Yeah, the...the line's down.

That's it?

I'm sure the phone company

will fix it soon.

OK.

Come on, damn you - bruise.

- What is it?

- There's someone out there.

- I don't see anyone.

- No, there was someone watching me.

I swear I saw someone!

You're...

You're Mr Anderson's girl, ain't you?

For f***'s sake.

Jesus Chri...!

(Door slams)

Mr Anderson. I-low can I help you?

- I think there are kids in the building.

- It IS a school.

One of them threw something

against the window.

- Threw what?

- A milkshake.

- A milkshake?

- Are you a parrot? Yes, a milkshake!

What flavour?

I'm glad that you End this amusing.

(Sighs) What do you want me

to do about it, Mr Anderson?

I'd like you to do your job instead

of looking at pictures of naked men.

- it's a fitness magazine.

- Fantastic.

- Whereabouts?

- E Block corridor.

- You and your daughter are just as bad.

- You've seen my daughter?

- She was here 10 minutes ago.

-Why?

To use the phone

but the lines are down.

- Since when?

- Half an hour ago?

- And this doesn't worry you?

- No, Mr Anderson, it doesn't.

So where was she going?

Back into the school.

Maybe she threw the milkshake.

- What are you doing?

- I'm calling the police!

Calm down, Mr Anderson.

I'll sort this out.

You go and find your daughter.

The police will hardly come out

over a spilt milkshake.

F***ing Jesus Christ!

(Music from radio)

(Switches music off)

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