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she can really drive, she just--

- she just wants more driving lessons.

- [Chuckles]

It's funny, but I thought Linda was

the one that you liked at the ball.

- No. No, it wasn't her.

- Oh.

You know, I really en--I really

enjoyed dancing at the ball.

-That's what balls are for.

-Well, more than that, I really enjoyed,

you know,

talking and that with you.

Yeah. I enjoyed

talking with you, too.

- I feel like I can relax with you.

- You can.

- Yeah. Well, um, this is my house.

- Oh.

Um, thanks

for walking me home.

- Any time.

- You mean that--

- Yeah.

- Thanks.

-Jess-- - Let's not rush things.

Jess--

Oh, bugger.

I'll catch you later.

I've gotta go and see the Head.

See you later, mate.

Hi.

How was training--

Look, I've already told you.

Never talk to me in school.

- I just wanted to-- - Never!

I'm sorry, but--

we've gotta be

more careful.

Weekends are best.

We can meet Saturday.

Great.

Oh, sh*t.

I've got to go

to a bloody wedding on Saturday.

Playing

hard to get, eh--

[Whispering, Indistinct]

Shh, shh, shh.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- [Stammering]

Steve, I-- What are you doing tonight--

I thought we might go

bowling, or something.

Oh, I'm--I'm busy tonight.

Maybe some other time.

[Teacher] Ah, Steven.

Are you ever on time for anything--

- Sorry, sir. I've got the photos.

- Fine.

We were just discussing

where to put your article.

- My article--

- Millennium Generation.--

- Your newspaper article.

- It won the competition.

- Oh, I hadn't heard.

- [Teacher] Yeah.

They want to present

the check on prize day.

And although the decision

was difficult--

because of the high quality

of the entries,

we felt your article to be

the most professional,

showing true potential and a feel

for the craft that is journalism.--

There.

Well, aren't you proud--

I'm--We're proud,

really proud. Aren't we--

Mmm. And the 500 quid'll

come in handy, won't it--

- I just--I don't understand.

- What--

I don't understand how you could have

sent it in without telling me.

Well, I don't understand

why you didn't.

What was it-- Too much effort

to lick the stamp--

Because it's rubbish!

But all that stuff about this town

having nothing for someone of your age--

I thought you really captured

how a young person sees life.

Life--

What do you know

about my life--

[Door Opens, Shuts]

Look, mate, can't it

wait till tomorrow--

I have to speak to her now.

It's important.

Ow! Yeah, well,

so's her driving.

- She's got a test in two weeks.

- Do you think she'll pass--

Bloody hope not.

Still, if she is gonna drive this thing,

the more practice she has, the better.

Yeah,

but a five-hour lesson--

----[Classical]

[Guests Chattering]

[Woman] Hello, Steven. We haven't

seen you since Tracey's christening.

Probably. [Under Breath]

Not long enough.

So, where was I--

- [Sighs] Shagging Bob.

- It was more than that.

We--made love. God, it was better

than I thought it could be.

- So gentle and kind-- - [Man] Steve,

- my man, how's things--

- Fine.

Aren't you going to

introduce us, then--

No.

Steve, what's got into you--

I'm sick of everyone assuming

you're my girlfriend.

- That's why you bloody invited me.

- Well, things are different now.

Why--

Steve, you're so f***ed up by all this.

Just tell your parents the truth.

Yeah, why don't we get

the best man to announce it--

Lins, I've got to

get out of here.

- Let's go for a walk.

- No, I mean out.

I want to go

back to Basingstoke.

Sweetheart, no one ever wants to go

back to Basingstoke.

Yeah, well, I do.

- You've got to help me.

- Why--

I'll tell you

if you agree to help me.

-John Dixon and me--we're lovers.

- In your dreams!

It's true! That's who

I was with all last weekend.

We've done itloads-- and he loved it! He loved me!

- Steve, slow down. John Dixon-- - Is my lover.

[Sighs] If he was my girlfriend

he could be here with me.

I've got to see him today.

I don't know when he'll be free again.

- Well, let's just go.

- My dad'll freak.

He says I belong here.

I don't f***ing belong here.

- Darling, you're cracking up.

- [Scoffs] Don't be melodramatic.

- Faint!

- What--

-Just do it!

- Don't be melodramatic, just faint--

Oh, please!

Then my dad'll let me take you home!

- Steven Carter, I really hate-- - Hate me, detest mejust faint!

Oh, my God!

She's fainted!

Linda!

- Lins!

- Linda--

- She's coming round.

- Where am I--

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I guess your parents are in.

- Yeah.

Pity.

There is one place

we can go.

[Laughing]

[Steven]

It's over there.

We won't have to go through

all this sh*t after you've left school.

It'll be great.

I can visit you in Oxford and--

You can what--

- Come and see you in Oxford.

- Christ!

What are you thinking

about Oxford for-- It's months away.

Guess so.

- Are you looking forward to it--

- Yeah, maybe.

Well, it's funny.

I can't ever remember

making a decision to go there.

It's like--it's like it was something

marked out for me--

by fate.

[Laughing]

No. By my dad, I suppose.

- What, cause he went there--

- Yeah.

My dad--the Oxford blue in everything

from rugby to cricket to tiddlywinks.

Can't blame your parents

for wanting the best, though.

I'm sure I'll be the same.

Sure.

- You hoping to have kids, then--

- Yeah.

Well, I mean,

I suppose so.

Oh, sod it.

Listen to us!

All that's

centuries away.

[Chuckles] You do want me to come

and see you in Oxford, don't you--

Course I do.

It's just I've heard their rowing team

have their best cox for years.

[Laughs]

- [Twig Snaps]

- Quiet!

- I think I saw someone.

- Sh*t!

We'd better split up.

[Panting]

This time you were lucky.

You ran into one of us lot.

But it could have been a lot worse.

You understand me, Steven--

I hope you do.

Yes, I-I think

he's got the point.

Thank you very much for bringing

him home. Can I show you out--

[Door Opens]

Steven.

What were you doing

in those woods--

It was just a laugh.

I'm sorry.

Oh, you're sorry.

You're sorry.

You heard what he said. How can you

have been such a stupid sod--

- Graham.

- Well, use your imagination!

He could have been molested

by some dirty old queer!

God, the thought of it

makes me sick.

What on God's earth

possessed you--

Well, where else were we

supposed to go--

[Footsteps Ascend Stairs]

- Oh, God.

- [Door Shuts]

You don't think

it's drugs, do you--

- That was a long run.

- Yeah, uh, I'll get a shower.

Oh, Christina called again.

- Well, how is he--

- Asleep.

I don't think

it's drugs, Graham.

Well, I don't know who these

so-called friends of his are,

but they're no good for him.

[Dog Barking]

[Typing On keyboard]

[Typing Rsums]

- What are you doing--

- What's this crap--

Walking in the Cotswolds.--

Yeah. We have to put

some stuff in from the staff.

Are you putting something new

into the mag--

- No.

- [Diskette Clatters To Floor]

- Yours--

- Thanks.

So, you fancy

eating lunch together--

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