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What are you doing?

Have you been revising all night?

My history dates. Oh, no!

Let me help, sorry.

Leave them!

- Where's the fire? - There is no fire, Alicia.

Just a beautiful day with a challenging test

to look forward to.

And, against my better judgement

Miss Grayling has decided that the half-term dance...

will go ahead later.

Matron.

Matron, can we play this?

It's super snappy, so even you'll be dancing.

I think a sedate bit of waltzing will do for you, madam.

Ellen, come on.

You must know it all now.

Poor you. It must be rotten being a scholarship girl.

Excuse me?

Only you have to come top.

One bad result and, well, it's bye-bye, Ellen.

Breakfast?

One second, can you look at this?

"How to Save Malory Towers.

One, find Lady Jane's treasure.

Two, write to parents asking them to donate."

That's a great idea.

Except it's still a secret, so we can't.

And then Gwen told me...

Told you what?

Gwen, diaries are private.

Not if they're about me.

Anyone could read it and find out.

- Find out what? - Gwen, I was winding you up.

Come on, Sally.

Ellen, buck up.

You can't miss breakfast. It's not allowed.

But the test.

History dates are bound to come up.

Can you cover for me, please?

I have to do well.

My aunt said I'd never get a scholarship here, but I did.

I've got here.

I can't go back.

If I do, I'm stuck looking after her forever.

She doesn't even like me.

I'll cover.

- I'll bring some toast back. - Thanks.

Richard I, 1189-1199.

King John, 1199...

12...

1216.

-Ellen's working terribly hard. -Definitely, she must be really tired.

I told you about my father in the strictest confidence.

Gwen, I only told Mary-Lou because I thought it would help.

But now you've written it in your diary.

Will you stop going on about my diary?

The only people who know are me, you, Mary-Lou. Nobody else.

Oh, Gwen? I've managed to mislay that half crown

Miss Grayling gave me for costumes and props.

There's a sherbet dib-dab for whoever finds it.

- Spread the word. - Will do.

Oh, how's your father?

Any news?

Ever so sweet of you to ask, but...

I'd really rather not talk about it.

Understood. Chin up.

Oh, let... let's run lines after class

and you'll need to get started on the posters too.

They really should be up by now.

Oh, and the programme notes.

Good luck with the test.

Who's that for?

Who's what for?

Ellen Wilson. I have not seen her eating breakfast. Where is she?

She came down really early.

You must have passed her in the corridor.

You're bound to ace this. You've worked so hard.

So, the moment of truth.

If everybody's ready

you may turn your papers over and start the test.

Okay, we have just a few more seconds left...

Time's up. Pencils down, please.

Did you finish it?

No.

I really thought I'd flunk it, but I even had time to check it all.

What did you get for the question about Newton?

- The one with G and acceleration? - Yeah.

I think the G meant gravity.

I put 32ft per second.

Well, at least I got the gravity bit.

Actually, it's 32ft per second per second.

Acceleration is equal to twice the distance

travelled by the square of time.

You took the words right out of my mouth.

So what did you put for the question on the Trojan War?

- What? - You know?

Same page as those hideous trig equations.

Trig equations? There weren't any.

Could you have missed a page?

I must have.

I've failed. I've actually failed.

It was a mistake, that's all.

I'm sure Mr Parker will understand.

I love that. You will see...

That test was ridiculous.

Who cares? We're free now until the dance.

- Gwen? - What?

I wasn't doing anything.

You'd be better off learning your lines.

Come on, let's celebrate.

Miss Rivers, may I request your hand for a dance?

Hands off.

Gwen? Are you ready to rehearse?

Of course, but you did find that half crown for the costumes?

No, not yet.

Well, we must.

I suppose you're right.

Let's look in the dining hall. I definitely had it there.

Actually, you make a start in the classrooms.

Sorry.

- Watch it! - Sorry.

Everyone? Ellen ran off after the test.

- I can't find her anywhere. - Why? She aced it.

Except she didn't. Poor thing, she somehow missed a chunk.

That sounds like the sort of thing I would do.

Should we tell Mr Parker?

No, we should find her first. She can't have gone far.

Ellen's always wound up tight. Maybe she just needs some time.

You didn't see how upset she was.

Darrell, Alicia and I will check outside.

The rest of you search the school.

Gwendoline, what are you doing?

Looking for something.

Well, could you look later? I need some quiet to mark your tests.

Yes, about that test.

The questions. They just didn't go my way.

It's funny how often that happens to you.

That half a crown?

Is it yours?

Only that's what I've been looking for.

It was on the floor. I found it earlier.

It's Georgina's. She's been looking for it everywhere.

May I take it to her?

Are you sure you've looked everywhere?

We haven't tried the changing rooms.

- Are you sure? - Yes. Let's try.

She's not here. Maybe we should check outside again.

Perhaps she's just got her head stuck in some book.

I hope she hasn't run away.

That's the last thing Miss Grayling needs.

Why? What's wrong with Miss Grayling?

May... maybe we should just try the tennis courts again?

Count me out.

I've got better things to do than look for Ellen.

Really, Gwen, you could have started on the posters.

What are you doing?

I'm looking for the missing money.

Georgina, look.

There. Found it.

That's brilliant, Gwen!

You win the sherbet dib-dab. Now we can rehearse.

I can't possibly rehearse.

The dance is soon, and Miss Grayling was most insistent

that we looked our best.

You understand.

I can't possibly let her down.

Well, I suppose if Miss Grayling said

but we'll really have to motor tomorrow.

Absolutely.

Is this yours?

You know, you don't want to leave a diary around.

Anyone might read it.

You're right. Thank you.

Don't worry.

When they make me leave, I'll try and take you too.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I could get someone, I mean...

- if you want. - No, don't.

I came to see the cat.

I'm fine, honestly.

- Ron! - Oh, Darrell.

Is everything all right?

I'm not sure.

There's a girl.

She's in your year. She looks really upset.

- Wait, is it Ellen? - Yeah!

- We're looking for her. - She's in the potting shed.

Don't worry, we'll sort it. You're a total brick. Thanks, Ron!

Ellen!

Where have you been? We've all been looking for you.

Please. Just leave me alone.

Well, you really can't stay here.

But I failed.

Don't you see? I failed the test.

I can't lose my scholarship. They'll make me leave.

That would be really rotten and unfair.

- We'll speak up for you. - Darrell's right. We will.

Come on. We really need to get you inside.

"How to save Malory Towers."

Ellen Wilson, why are you shaking like that?

Maybe she's got a temperature.

Darrell, your father may well be a doctor

but you certainly are not.

Everything's gone wrong. Everything.

Well now, it's the san for you. Now, don't you worry.

I'll keep an eye on you.

We could come and keep her company.

Well, she's got me, doesn't she?

Now, you two go and get ready for the dance.

Now then, Ellen.

A little bit of quiet time, tucked up warm in bed

you'll soon be right as rain.

Oh, dear. Come along now.

You know, I was gonna say that!

Someone looks serious.

I'm afraid I am.

There's some terrible news.

We found Ellen.

She was in the potting shed.

- What? - She's safe now.

We left her with Matron.

Give that back!

I will not.

How dare you, Darrell Rivers?

Keeping a secret like that.

What... what secret?

Are you going to tell them, or shall I?

If it was in Darrell's diary, you shouldn't have looked.

You'll be pleased I looked when you hear...

Gwen, please stop.

No, I won't!

It was utterly disgraceful of you to keep this from us.

Seems like we need to know.

Gwen?

Miss Grayling's run out of money.

Malory Towers is going to close.

Matron?

I think you were resting your eyes.

That's a... that's a thing I do. It... it focuses my thoughts.

I'm just gonna have a word with Ellen.

I've been speaking to Miss Grayling about you.

We're both of the same mind.

How could I tell you?

I shouldn't have known, let alone all of you.

You see, there it is.

Darrell was only worried about getting herself into trouble.

How selfish!

That's not fair, Gwen. I knew too.

- You told Sally? - We both agreed.

We didn't want to scare you all.

That's a lot of worry to carry around.

You can't feel sorry for them.

You shouldn't have read Darrell's diary in the first place.

Well...

I thought she was writing about me.

Even if she was, you still shouldn't have read it.

Of course, take Darrell's side as usual.

Quelle surprise!

I've let you down.

You, and Miss Grayling, and Matron have all been so kind.

Ellen, you need to listen.

Scholarship girls can't fail tests.

You want me to leave, don't you?

Ellen, what did Mr Parker just say?

No one will ever take your scholarship.

Really?

Miss Grayling and I are concerned about you though.

You've had an attack of the nerves.

We understand why you've concentrated on your class work

but being here isn't just about being clever.

Do you mean sport?

I'm not great at that, but I will try.

You don't need to get into a team, Ellen

but we would like you to be open to new experiences.

There is far more to Malory Towers than the classroom

and there's far more to you too.

Now, there is to be no more school work until Matron says so.

You need to get better.

And you need to stop worrying.

And enjoy being here.

The treasure hunt.

It was real, wasn't it?

It really mattered.

Well, we thought if we found the treasure

we could give it to Miss Grayling.

And save the school.

If it's really as bad as you think

we'll have to go to new schools.

We'll never see each other.

Don't say that.

Miss Grayling will fight for this. We just have to trust her.

Darrell's right.

We've still got the dance.

I don't feel like dancing now.

Let's go and see what snacks they've got.

We need cheering up.

Come on, Jean.

It might really happen, and then...

Unless there's a miracle.

No more Malory Towers.

Pick it up with two fingers.

Ellen! How are you feeling?

So much better now. That's why I sneaked out.

Mr Parker says they won't take my scholarship.

See, we did try to tell you.

I really did think I had to be the best.

Well, I'm the best, obviously.

I thought it was me.

What did I get in French again?

Oh, yes, D minus.

From now on, I want to be part of everything.

What is it? Did I... did I say something wrong?

We've had some bad news.

The school has run out of money.

It might close.

Is that why you're not dancing?

Well, we didn't feel like it.

Well, I think we should.

We deserve to enjoy ourselves. Even more so now.

I have just the thing.

I sneaked into Matron's room and took this back.

Come on, Darrell.

You're so clever, Irene.

Come on, Ellen!

Come on, Gwen. Who knows when we might get to dance again.

That's it!

Okay, ready?

What in heaven's name?

I told you to stay in bed.

You need rest.

You should not be galumphing about with the rest of the dorm.

Isn't this the one I confiscated?

I have a copy too. It really is quite the thing, Matron.

Here, Matron.

You simply must try one. They're really good.

Matron, I promise I'll rest.

And Miss Grayling was terribly keen on the dance.

Well, I suppose a bit of dancing is fine.

As long as Ellen stays on the sofa.

You see. When we work together, we can do anything.

It's lovely, isn't it?

Good show!