this is getting like piccadilly circus. you are meant to be asleep. just go upstairs. asleep? you got to be joking. what's wrong with this family? we probably need a psychiatrist on that one. will you-- no, no, no, no. come on. up you go. god, what's the point? i'll get no sleep, and i've got double maths tomorrow. yeah, well, i have an important meeting with the headmaster, so... and the phone never stops ringing! yes, well, at least jo's dad didn't phone up, checking up on her alibi, did he? jake? well, her dad phoned me on my mobile... a while back. yeah, but you didn't tell him that she was...? ( raggedly ) look, don't worry. she's home, safe and sound now, so, no problem, is there? look, if you were a friend, she wouldn't use you like that. dad, she's not bloody using me! ( sighs ) look, jake, when i was young, there was a girl i really, really liked-- dad, every time you want to explain something to me, you just tell me some lame story of your childhood which is incomprehensible crap. yes-- jake! you won't bloody believe what jake's gone and done. are you all right? well