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Who's there?

I tell you, if I catch you little brats,

you're going to have hell to pay!

Kate?

Ah! Oh, sh...

- I'm sorry.

- After your plumbing books?

Have you seen my daughter?

Kate? The last time I saw her

in the library was about a year ago!

Is something up?

We just had a bit of an argument.

And then she stormed off.

- In the toilets having a cigarette?

- She doesn't smoke.

Of course she doesn't. It'll be fine. Wait

here, keep me company while I finish up.

I know teenage girls.

Give her a chance to calm down.

No, I think I'd better find her.

You see, I think there are...

...kids inside the building.

The phones, they've all stopped working.

- You should leave.

- OK. Where are you going?

I need to find my daughter.

And you should leave now!

Right.

Robert?

Sh*t!

Unbelievable! You think that's funny?

Some of you children

don't deserve to be in school.

We'll see how funny you think this is when

you have to explain it to your parents.

(Faint rustle)

You are in so much trouble.

(Door opens)

Kate, it's me.

- F***! You scared the sh*t out of me.

- I was outside.

Yeah, some creepy guy was watching me.

But I wasn't expecting you for ages.

- (Knocking)

- Kate, are you in there? Kate?

I can smell smoke.

Kate, if you are in there,

please, honey, we have to leave now.

We won't say anything more

about what happened earlier.

I know you were upset

and I was very...

I was very tough on you.

But, please, Kate...

We have to go now.

- Right. I'm coming in.

- (Sarah) Robert?

What on earth are you doing?

I have to find my daughter.

I'm sure if she's in the toilet,

you should let her finish.

But we have to leave now.

I think we might be under attack.

Why would you think that?

- The phone lines were cut.

- Cut?

Yes! They're not working!

Maybe the line is down.

They're probably fixing it.

Right. I was walking down the corridor.

Someone threw something at the glass.

I think it was a milkshake.

Then they wrote in it, "U R dead"!

(Sniggers)

Jake Peoples. I might have known.

He's your culprit, Mr Anderson. Come on.

Right, Kate, you go home with your father.

We'll deal with you on Monday.

- My father hit me.

- Sorry?

My father hit me.

IS this true?

- This has got nothing to do with school.

- Right. Go home how.

I'll deal with you later. Now!

- Come with me. We'll phone your mother.

- That's not necessary...

- Go home, Robert.

- Please.

This is very serious. I said go home.

- Kate...

- Listen!

Don't make me call Security.

Have some dignity.

(Console beeps)

(Thud)

Hello?

Hello?

Ah!

James, you scared me.

Sorry, Miss Wright.

I, uh...

I just saw the light on.

Yeah, Mr Anderson was worried

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