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Sally! Sally!

- Nice throw. - Oh, good catch.

Nice save, Jean!

Jolly good. Everyone in, now.

Nice work. Now go and get some rest.

Big day tomorrow and I want you all on top form.

Thanks, Pamela.

Your last throw was brilliant, Alicia.

It didn't go in, though. You and your amazing save.

Between the two of you

Harpton Hall won't know what hit them.

Bet you wish you were playing too.

Of course, I do, but Sally's a wizard centre.

Where is Sally?

What's the matter?

Just a tummy ache.

Must have been that liver and onion thing we had last night.

That? You should have tossed it into a plant pot.

- That's what I did. - You did not.

You should have given it to me, I love liver.

How could you?

Ron! Oranges?

For the match tomorrow.

What a wonderful treat.

You're coming?

My grandpa says girls' sports are boring.

He says girls ain't built for proper sport

that they ain't bold enough or daring enough or...

Your grandpa has obviously never met Darrell.

Have you ever actually watched a lacrosse match?

No.

Well, you can watch with me.

Come along tomorrow.

Wait, Darrell, Take Sally to see Matron just in case.

I'm fine. I can take myself.

Pamela, what happens if Sally's not better by tomorrow?

I'm sure it won't come to that, but, if it does, first reserve will play.

But... I'm first reserve.

Well, you do have a fever.

Any other symptoms?

My tummy hurts. I feel a bit sick.

I'm sure it's nothing to worry about.

But I'll keep you here for a bit just to be certain.

Lucky you it's Margaret today.

I wish she were in charge instead.

Wouldn't you love to see Matron running around being her assistant?

Fold the linen, Matron.

Make my tea, Matron.

Shall I ask the secretary to call your parents?

No! Keep your nose out of my business, Darrell Rivers.

I can't work Sally out.

One minute she's great

the next she's biting your head off or saying nothing at all.

Better that than someone who talks endlessly about themselves.

Oh, speaking of Gwen.

Could you move up, Mary-Lou?

I thought we were putting all the swimming pool business

- behind us? - Easy for you to say.

- You're not the one she... - Oh, come on!

It's all right, I'll move up.

Thanks awfully.

It's just... I'm sick with fear.

Now I know how you must feel all the time.

- Well, not all the... - It's so awful.

Irene, put a record on, will you? My new one.

Irene! What is that?

Come on, you lot, get up.

My cousin taught me this new thing.

It's called the California Shuffle.

Five, six... five, six, seven, eight.

Come on, try. Ready?

One, two, three... one, two, three.

Is that a dance or have you got something in your shoe?

Either way, it looks like fun. Come on!

- Come on, you guys. - Ready?

Five, six... five, six, seven, eight.

Gosh, what incredible...

- Come on! - ...dancing?

But you might want to give it a rest.

I've just checked on poor Sally in the San and...

we're gonna need you tomorrow.

I won't let you down.

Mary-Lou? What's wrong?

I'm sorry.

I keep hearing the window creak.

- I think it's the... - You're worried about the ghost?

A little bit.

Don't worry.

I set a ghost trap.

I put it there yesterday and nothing's disturbed it.

Talc, hair, all still there because there's no ghost.

How come you're not scared of anything?

Because there's nothing to be scared of at Malory Towers.

Pipe down, you two!

I need to be rested for the match.

St. Hilda's won't beat themselves.

St... St. Hilda's?

We're playing Harpton Hall.

No, we're not. They cancelled.

St. Hilda's stepped in last-minute.

How interesting.

That's your old school, isn't it?

And my cousin Joan's.

I can't wait to catch up with her.

You must be looking forward to seeing all your old chums.

Or... maybe not.

After all, I imagine they all know why you were asked to leave.

Sally? All right, old thing?

- Feeling better? - Not much. Worse luck.

You will be well enough for this afternoon, though, right?

The team needs you.

The team have got you, and you'll be great.

Don't feel guilty, silly.

You didn't make me have a tummy ache.

It's not that. It's the St. Hilda's coach, Miss Gale, she...

- She what? - Darrell!

You can't be in here. You'll wear Sally out.

Actually... I'm not feeling very well either, Margaret.

Oh, dear.

Poor you, it must be going around.

Lie back.

Sally, rest.

You don't feel hot.

Here.

If I realised the new team was St. Hilda's...

There's still time to call it off.

No. It's for the best. An opportunity for her to face her...

Miss Potts, Miss Potts.

Have you heard? Darrell's in the San now too.

She can't play.

- When did this happen? - First thing.

Right.

Joan. Joan!

Yoo-hoo!

- I'm sure she just didn't see you. - Oh, shut up, Mary-Lou!

Goodness.

They're serious.

Look, there's the captain.

Her hair is as ghastly as Darrell's.

St. Hilda...

patron saint of bad taste.

Miss Gale, I presume? Welcome to Malory Towers.

This is Penelope, our team captain.

Penelope, hand over the team sheet.

Darrell Rivers is here.

Is she now?

Always fun to see where a Hilda's girl ends up.

Well, she is here...

but she's ill today, she can't play.

That's a shame, isn't it, Penelope?

We would've loved to catch up.

Indeed.

How's the fever, Darrell?

Oh...

I know it may be hard, seeing your old schoolmates again

but the team needs you, Darrell.

I'm sorry, Miss Grayling, I do feel sick, I...

Sometimes we make ourselves sick, with worry.

But, Darrell, we have to face our fears.

That's how we find the courage to overcome them.

You know...

this is the path Lady Jane Malory took to her death.

- So, if you feel a cold breeze... - Really?

That kind of trick is just the lowest of the...

Pen?

Your hair.

Had it cut. You started a craze.

Darrell. I see you're feeling better.

She is.

Penelope.

Darrell? Are you scared?

No.

A little bit.

You'll be great.

And you'll get ginger cake if you win. Think of that!

You said there was nothing to be frightened of

at Malory Towers.

But...

this...

this isn't Malory Towers. This is my old school.

New plan. Darrell is playing

so, all we have to do to win is get her to lose her temper.

Mark her, hurry her, empty-stick checks, fouls...

anything goes.

She'll be sent off and Malory Towers will be a player down

and we'll be on the up.

- Three, two, one. St. Hilda's! - Three, two, one. St. Hilda's!

Sally! Are you better?

No, but Matron says the fresh air will be good for me.

At least I won't miss the game of the year.

Even Miss Grayling's here.

Hello, you lot.

Any chance you can explain this shebang?

Budge up, everyone.

We're in the brown skirts and St. Hilda's are in the blue navy.

That teacher's referee and so is Potty

which is good and bad.

She's fair to a fault.

Never turns a blind eye to a quick kick in the shins.

Am I right?

Something like that.

The ref places the ball and the two centres do the draw.

Oh, St. Hilda's are good.

But we're better.

Go, Alicia! Go, Darrell!

Covering!

I wasn't.

Same old Darrell.

Never admit when you're in the wrong.

Move four yards back.

So unfair.

But... she wasn't.

Play on.

Well done.

Hilda's Horrors are cheating.

Their captain lied about Darrell.

And now they're ahead.

Can you stop messing me around?

What do you think?

We've equalised.

Crossover.

I'm terribly sorry, Darrell, but that goal is disallowed.

It didn't look like...

You saw it too, didn't you?

I trust my captain.

Very well.

Half time.

- Darrell! - It wasn't a crossover.

I had a clear shot.

She's got a problem with me

and she's taking it out on the whole team.

Yes, because she wants you to react like this.

Sally, you have to help, I can't think. I'm fuming.

If half their team are marking and tackling you non-stop

then you have players unmarked.

So, I... I pass?

They're expecting me to hang on to the ball because they would.

Surprise them.

Joan! There you are.

Why didn't you say hello?

I've been trying to call you.

And I wrote.

I have to know... Darrell Rivers...

I saw her and your team captain.

Was she expelled for attacking her?

Hello, Gwen. I got your letter.

Then why didn't you reply?

Because you're mean.

I am not!

It isn't up to you to dig in to what Darrell did or didn't do.

She has a right to a fresh start, just like you!

What do you mean by that?

Why do you think your father sent you to boarding school?

Because I'm gifted.

Because you need to learn to mix with other girls.

You need your corners knocked off and some sense knocked in.

And soon, by the look of things.

Darrell!

Alicia's found a space!

- Go, Alicia! - Go!

Well done, Alicia!

Covering! Darrell, again, before her pass.

Darrell Rivers, repeat offence, the goal is disallowed.

I was watching Darrell, I didn't see anything.

I believe you are mistaken, Penelope.

Maybe I was.

One-all.

We just need one more goal.

But we've only got one minute left.

Darrell keeps passing to the right attack.

Mark her too, or we're done for.

Look, they're scared. Come on, let's win this.

- One, two, three. Malory Towers! - One, two, three. Malory Towers!

- Three, two, one. St. Hilda's! - Three, two, one. St. Hilda's!

Go, Alicia, pass! Pass it to Darrell! Come on!

- Over here! - Come on, Darrell. come on!

Good show!

- Darrell! Darrell! Darrell! - Darrell! Darrell! Darrell!

Two-one, Malory Towers wins!

You did it, Darrell!

- Alicia. So good! - Well done, Alicia.

- Well done, all of you. - And Jean.

Stupid girl. You lost us this match.

- I did everything you said. - If you had, we'd have won.

What was wrong with you today? Couldn't you see the ball?

- Hair in your eyes, was that it? - No!

I think I need to get my scissors out again.

- No! - Leave her alone!

Nothing is wrong with Penelope but something is very wrong with you!

How dare you, Darrell Rivers?

Miss Grayling!

Darrell Rivers is attacking a teacher!

Darrell, don't! It's not worth it.

I won't let you do that to her.

Or what?

You'll attack me?

You'll push me down the stairs again?

I didn't push you. You fell!

But you can't go round cutting people's hair

as a punishment. You can't treat us like that.

It's not right. You're appalling!

I'm not going to stand for this.

Girls, on to the coach at once!

Miss Grayling, if this is how you let Malory Towers girls behave...

I don't think we'll be back.

Darrell, my study, please.

So that mistress cut Darrell's hair as a punishment?

That's evil.

I can't believe it.

I can't believe Darrell Rivers pushed her down the stairs.

Actually, I completely totally can.

I can't believe it.

Emily! Where've you been?

Catching up on some sewing.

You've missed the biggest and most shocking scandal.

Have I?

The secret's out, about someone in our very dorm.

- Who? - Put a sock in it, Gwen.

We all know why Darrell Rivers was asked to leave St. Hilda's.

Oh, I thought you meant something else.

But we decided that it didn't matter in the meeting.

Didn't we?

Darrell won't be asked to leave, will she?

Course not.

I wouldn't be too sure.

Miss Grayling will do something.

She knows how a lady should behave.

It is extremely important that my girls behave impeccably

especially when we have guests in the school.

- Which is why... - You're going to expel me.

Darrell, you're not listening to me.

Which is why... I was so proud of you just now.

What?

This is the positive use of your temper that we talked about.

- But I thought... - You harnessed it for good.

You stood up for someone in the face of injustice

no matter the cost.

Why didn't you tell your parents

that Miss Gale was a bully who picked on her pupils?

I don't know.

She made me think I was stupid. I made mistakes, so I deserved it.

Oh, Darrell.

It's always wrong when a more powerful person

enjoys making a weaker one feel small.

Having said that...

it would have been better to tell your team captain

or Miss Potts.

So, I will have to give you a punishment.

- What happened? - Did she...

No, I have to clear up outside and then clean the boots and sticks.

Not expelled is good.

- And I can help you with the... - No.

You're not well. Leave it to me. I deserve it.

It's so unfair.

It's that horrid Miss Gale who should be punished.

I'm so glad you agree, Headmistress.

Miss Gale doesn't belong with you at St. Hilda's

or at any school for that matter.

It's a relief to know she'll never be in a position to do this again.

Thank you.

Cat's out of the bag then?

I'm afraid so.

What have you said to Darrell?

She's staying, isn't she?

She is.

So how do we convince the girls to ignore the gossip

to make their own judgments about Darrell?

We can't.

We have to trust that we and Darrell

have put in enough hard work on that.

But... how? How did...

Woman of the match!

That was a terrific performance, and in your first real game!

What a beautiful goal.

And you didn't see red.

Not on the pitch, anyway.

You cleaned all the boots.

Oh, I saved you one, just in case you felt left out.

It didn't take long, not with all of us helping.

And now, ginger cake.

Miss Grayling thought the team deserved a special tea. All of us.

This isn't St. Hilda's.

No. Thank goodness this is Malory Towers.