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Oh, fiddlesticks.

June, do try and be quiet!

I am. Sorry.

THEY GIGGLE

What ARE you doing?

Nothing. Go back to sleep.

How can I with you two sneaking around?

And what are you both doing dressed at this beastly hour of the morning?

We should tell her.

Tell me what?

What's in the bag, Clarissa?

It's nothing, really.

Isn't it a bit late for a midnight feast? Or a bit early.

The apples aren't for us.

Who are they for?

They're for George. George? The donkey?

What about him?

What's going on, Clarissa?

You can tell the others later, but you must promise to keep

it a secret from everybody else.

DONKEY BRAYS

There must be a mistake.

Miss Grayling would never be so cruel.

There was no mistake.

Miss Grayling told us that she would take care of him.

Next thing, the man from the abattoir appeared.

Mm. They were going to put him to sleep,

so we hid him.

But they'll return, and this time they won't take no for an answer.

We have to protect him. How?

We can't hide him in here forever.

The abattoir, they bought George from the Major.

We'll just have to buy George back from them.

This is what Connie and I can put in for poor George.

Felicity gave me this.

She wanted to ask Darrell but...

This has to stay our secret.

How much do we have?

Erm...

Six shillings, fourpence.

How much do we need? 25 shillings, they said.

Not a penny less.

Almost a whole pound short.

Buckle up. We'll have to raise the money somehow.

Maybe a cake sale? Or a raffle. Or a sponsored silence.

You quiet for a whole day?

THEY CHUCKLE

This will all take too long!

We need this money by tomorrow.

We could ask Josephine to call her father.

He has loads of money and... No!

We can't involve the parents!

What if it gets back to Miss Grayling?

George will be taken away.

This has to stay between us.

This is a second form problem for the second form to solve.

BELL RINGING

Come on. We need to get to lessons.

Ah! Good morning, girls.

I was generally pleased with the results of everyone's

Pythagoras prep, but some unfortunately

seem to be falling behind.

I don't care. Daddy says I'll never have to use Pythago-BORE-US

in real life.

Well, you do need to care about your schoolwork, Josephine,

or you may be kept back a year, and none of us want that.

I can give you some extra help, if you want.

It's easy once you get the hang of it.

Who said I need extra help?

Mr Parker, you forgot to give me my test back.

I didn't forget, Ruth.

If you wouldn't mind staying back after class,

Miss Grayling and I would like to talk to you.

Ah, June.

Good work. Oh, thank you, Mr Parker.

What was that about?

Maybe some people need to get their own house in order

before offering help to others.

MR PARKER: Eyes forward.

Maybe we could ask Bill for some advice.

I'm sure she'd want to help George.

Oh, we simply can't trust anyone but ourselves.

Yeah.

Oh...

You'll need better control than that if you're playing on Saturday.

The football tournament. Haven't you heard?

Hmm?

Right. Football tournament.

Under-14s, Saturday.

Prize money?

Winner takes all?

Me and the lads have entered.

Can you put that flyer up on the school notice board?

We need all the support we can get.

Yes, of course.

Can anyone enter?

Any team willing to get a good thrashing by us!

Will you come?

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

Mr Parker and I have been speaking about your recent academic results.

Have my marks dropped?

I'm so sorry.

I promise I'll do better.

Ruth, you're not in any trouble.

Quite the opposite.

Mr Parker believes you're a very gifted student, and I agree.

Gifted?

We'd like you to sit a special exam. If you pass,

it will allow you to move up a whole form.

Leave the second form?

You would go straight into the fourth form at the end

of the year, where you'd be working at a level more in line

with your abilities.

It really is an amazing opportunity.

What do you think?

Ruth, thank you for offering to help.

And you mustn't let her say no.

Which she will, because she can be so pig-headed at times.

Slow down, Connie.

What are you talking about?

Jo! She might be kept back a year.

Can you imagine being separated from all your friends?

I'd be so lonely.

The thought doesn't bear thinking about.

N-No, it really doesn't.

Do say you'll help her.

Of course.

I'll do whatever I can.

You're a brick!

I almost forgot to ask.

What did Miss Grayling and Mr Parker want with you?

Erm...

Nothing important.

Oh, come on, Clarissa has something to show us.

Thank you.

LIVELY CHATTER

ALL: Football tournament?!

I am not about to waste my Saturday afternoon watching a bunch of boys

kick mud about.

I think it sounds fun. And Fred deserves our support.

But what about George?

Don't we need to focus on helping him?

Look at the prize money.

£1. Winner takes all.

Add that to what we have, and that's enough to buy George's freedom.

We're not going to watch the football tournament.

We're going to win it.

But girls aren't allowed.

Don't you remember what happened last time?

It doesn't say anywhere that a girls' team isn't allowed.

And it's not a cup or a league competition,

so the rules are different.

So we CAN enter and we CAN win.

What do you say?

For George?

ALL: For George!

Hello, Connie.

Mr Parker's asked me to supervise the special exam

that Ruth's sitting.

Fancy having such a gifted sister!

You must be so proud.

What special exam?

Why didn't you tell me about this exam?

You said it was nothing important.

It is nothing important.

You're fibbing.

You always bite your lip like that when you fib.

I'm not.

It's just Miss Grayling and Mr Parker have got it all wrong.

I'm not gifted.

Of course you are!

You've aced every exam you've ever taken.

Why would this one be any different?

Because if I pass, I'll be moved up next term.

We'll be separated.

Is that what you want?

No. No, of course not.

But isn't this about what is best for you?

What do you want, Ruth?

Ruth.

It's time.

What the devil is going on here?!

Gosh, you're flying!

You'll be up in the fifth form at this rate.

Mary-Lou, what happens if I fail?

But you seem to be doing so well.

Is it really so fiendish?

It is, rather.

I do wonder if this was all a big mistake.

But I don't want to disappoint anyone.

Will I be in trouble?

Of course not.

You'll just stay in your form, that's all.

Should I call Mr Parker?

He wouldn't want you worrying like this. No, I'm fine.

I know what I have to do.

I just can't believe Miss Grayling would allow George to be put

to sleep. If it were Thunder,

would you take any chance? Please.

Just take care of George until we win the tournament tomorrow

and buy his freedom.

What if you don't win?

We must win.

We simply must.

Come on.

COCKEREL CROWING

ANNOUNCER: Welcome to Port Malory's football tournament.

We have six hopeful teams competing

in this year's knockout competition.

The winner will receive the grand prize money!

Come on, Malory Towers, we've got this!

What are you girls up to?

Oh, you did say anyone could enter.

No hard feelings?

Of course not. May the best team win.

Don't worry. We will.

Not with those boots on.

Your laces are broken.

I'm such a lemon.

We have spares.

Where's our kit bag, Jo?

Why are you asking me?

Uh, you're our kit person.

I am? It's all right. I know where it is.

Lucky we're not first up.

MR PARKER: It really is the oddest thing.

First ten questions, Ruth answers perfectly. After that,

not a single correct response.

It's like two different people took this exam.

MISS GRAYLING: Mm. Is it possible we put too much pressure on her?

Was Ruth stressed when she was taking the exam?

She asked what would happen if she failed, and she said

she didn't want to let anyone down.

Connie, can we help you with something?

Sorry, Miss Grayling.

We need our kit bag for the tournament.

It's over by the blackboard. I'll be along to watch you shortly.

I'd suggest we offer her the chance to resit, but something tells me

she's just not ready.

Mm. I agree.

Excuse me.

Connie, did Ruth talk to you about her exam?

She failed, didn't she?

Yes, but you don't seem surprised.

I have a feeling she wanted to.

Why would anyone want to fail an exam?

I'm sorry, I have to go.

ANNOUNCER: Three teams out of the competition already.

Whoever wins this match will take their place

in the grand final.

WHISTLE

Go, Susan! Come on. You can do this.

Go on, Connie!

And again.

Pass it!

I'm late. What have I missed?

Clarissa has set them up in a 1-2-1 diamond formation with Susan

in the pivot and Connie cutting in from the right.

It's worked well so far, but it's vulnerable to a quick break.

Also, Fred says - he won't shut up about it -

his team are already in the final and play the winners

of this semifinal.

Take the shot! Shoot! On the left, Connie.

You have this! Come on.

Oh, great save!

What's the score?

0-0. Next goal wins.

Get us closer! No!

Come on, Malory Towers!

Come on! Go, go, go!

Keep going!

MR PARKER: Good work, Clarissa.

That's it. Keep going.

Pass it!

That's it.

Shoot, Clarissa, shoot!

CHEERING

We're in the final!

Yesssss!

May the best team win!

Great goal.

Nice to see Connie happy.

Of course. She's my sister.

I always want what's best for her.

Well, she feels the same about you...

..which is why she's worried

you failed your exam on purpose.

That...That's silly.

Why would I do that?

Because any change is scary, especially if it means leaving

someone you love behind.

If you change your mind, I'm sure Miss Grayling would let

you retake the exam.

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, we've made it through the knockout

stages to reach the final.

For George.

ALL: For George.

Come on, let's go, Malory Towers.

Come on, girls.

Tackle him! Clarissa, get him!

Close him down! Close him down!

Good tackle. Good tackle! Here we go.

Yes! Play it out to Connie.

Connie's open.

Sweep it out to her.

Yes! That's it.

Connie, you're in!

Go, Connie! Agh!

Are you all right?

Do you...? Do you think you can play on?

I think so. My knee jarred. That's all.

I'll be the judge of that.

Agh!

It's the end of the game for you, I'm afraid.

Let me help you up.

CONNIE GROANS

Jo! Jo, we need you to sub in.

Me? Have you gone bananas?

We need you!

George needs you.

Ah, Ruth, come and sit next to your sister.

You should be able to walk on it once the swelling goes down.

Looks worse than it feels.

Why did you tell Mary-Lou that I failed my exam on purpose?

Did you?

And don't bite your lip.

Why?

Not because of me, was it? No.

I just...

Miss Grayling and Mr Parker

say this is a great opportunity, but maybe I don't want

to be moved up.

I-I didn't ask to be gifted.

You're scared?

I've never known you to be afraid of anything.

WHISTLE

CLARISSA: All right, stay strong, girls.

Unlucky. Go on, Felicity.

I don't want to be alone.

You won't be.

I'll always be here for you.

Promise.

Please, resit the exam?

Yeah.

Got it. Got it?

THEY GRUNT

Still 1-0 to the boys.

There can only be seconds left.

Come on, Malory Towers, you simply must win!

Now, now, Connie, football isn't a matter of life or death.

Not for you maybe.

Unlucky. Go on, Felicity. Get the save.

Ooh! Yes, Felicity! Great save.

Come on, girls!

Come on, Susan, pass to June. Great pass.

Go, June, go! Go on.

Oh! Go on, Clarissa.

Yes! Go, go, go!

That's it.

Oh, great feet, Clarissa!

Go, Clarissa! That's it. Get it up the pitch!

Come on!

Oh! Penalty!

Penalty to Malory Towers.

ANNOUNCER: And a penalty kick to the girls from Malory Towers

with only moments to spare.

So if Clarissa scores, the game goes to extra time.

But if she misses, Malory Towers lose.

Poor George.

Hmm?

You can do this.

Come on, Clarissa! Come on, Clarissa!

Come on, Ralph. Come on!

WHISTLE

Yes! Oh, no! Yes!

Come on. Oh, how unlucky.

Well done, keeper.

I'm really sorry.

It's not your fault, Clarissa.

We tried our best.

No. No, the Bartletts' van will be here soon.

I must stop them.

Did I just hear right?

Why are Bartlett's men going to the school?

Fred, it's just too awful.

No. No, you can't take him!

Clear off. But... No! Wait!

Stop! Please!

Bill! I tried to stop them, but they just took him.

Do you have the money?

Clarissa, wait!

Felicity told me about George.

Me and the boys want to give you our winnings.

You would do that for me?

Of course. You should've told us earlier.

Now go.

I have your money!

Look, now, you said I could buy him.

It's too late for that, love.

Clear off. Out of our way!

What on earth is going on here?

I won't let them take George!

Fred gave me his winnings to buy him,

and that is exactly what I'm going to do.

Clarissa, we talked about this.

George is going to a better place.

I won't let them kill him!

And if you do, then you're no better than a murderer!

Who said anything about killing?

Excuse me, Miss Grayling, but Bartlett's is an abattoir.

What? But the major...

BRAYING

Oh, there seems to be a misunderstanding.

Go and wait for me in my study.

George... Is no longer your responsibility.

Go wait for me and I will deal with this.

You heard Miss Grayling.

CHATTER

Miss Grayling, I am so sorry for raising my voice at you.

Thank you, Clarissa.

And I do understand the strength of your feeling.

And I owe you an apology, too.

Because I took the Major at his word when he assured me that George

would be looked after properly.

George isn't sick or injured.

He's just old.

And suddenly everybody is treating him as if he's worthless.

It's not fair.

Indeed.

But why didn't you come to me when you knew

what was happening to him?

I thought you agreed with the major.

I didn't know who to trust.

Oh.

Clarissa...

..you should know that you can always trust me.

And I assure you that no-one at Malory Towers will ever be treated

as if they are worthless.

Do you understand?

SNIFFS

Good. Thank you.

But what will happen to George?

George!

They accepted the money?

Miss Grayling paid the lot out of her own pocket.

And gave us a bit extra for a treat.

So George belongs to Malory Towers?

He can stay?

I'm afraid not.

As intended,

George will go to a sanctuary where he can live happily

for the rest of his life.

Thanks to you.

Three cheers for Clarissa and George.

Hip, hip... ALL: Hooray!

Hip, hip... ALL: Hooray!

Hip, hip... ALL: Hooray!

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