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Team trials today. Nervous?

Just a bit. My hands are shaking.

Well, pack that in. You can't play lacrosse with the jitters!

I just wish there were more than one place up for grabs.

Darrell, buck up. You're good in midfield.

You've got every chance.

And wouldn't it be cracking to be on the team together?

I'm... watching you?

Who's watching me? Gwen, it's a message from the ghost.

A warning from Lady Jane herself.

Beware. Woo!

Woooooo!

Aren't you scared?

I don't believe in ghosts.

Is this a trick?

It is, isn't it? You did this.

Gwen, honestly, it wasn't me.

Do you know, it's been a while since I've written to my cousin.

I imagine she'll write back any day now.

Maybe even today.

So, if it WAS you who was asked to leave St Hilda's,

I'll soon know.

And I'll soon know why.

Poor Emily. Should we let her sleep?

Darrell Rivers.

Your dress - is it mended?

No lacrosse trials if not.

Do you think I'd be sitting here if it was still torn, Matron?

Very good.

I will inspect it later, then.

And girls... sit up!

I can fix it for you if you like.

I'd be ever so grateful.

Oh, look, mail!

Is there one for me, Katherine?

Yes, you have got something.

My letter returned? Surely I didn't get the address wrong!

Well, then, I'll just have to send it again, won't I?

There's one for you too, Darrell.

Sally, my mother bumped into yours and your baby sister.

She's adorable. I don't have a baby sister. But Mother says...

Well, you figured it out.

Well done.

My brother showed me.

Gwen thought I'd done it.

You're not scared of... ..darling Gwendoline?

Well, come on, you can't be late for the trials.

Boots, boots... Hurry up, you're going to be late!

I can't find them anywhere.

Pamela, wait.

So sorry I'm late.

Where are your shoes?

I couldn't find them.

Mine seem to be missing too.

Such a shame.

I wanted to play today, didn't I, Darrell?

Everyone go out and start warming up.

Not you, Darrell.

I'll be fine like this, I promise. Sorry, it's too dangerous.

You'll slip about everywhere in the rain. Please?

Go look again, and if you find them, come back out.

What a dreadful blow.

Hold your horses!

Darrell!

Play on.

Get it!

Good show, Sally.

Well done!

Drat! The trials are nearly over!

Oh, blast.

I don't know why you're so upset.

It's just sport.

It doesn't matter unless you're a boy.

It matters to me.

Sally, you were brilliant. Well played.

I played centre a fair bit in my old school.

Sally was good, then? Phenomenal.

Hey, Darrell, look here.

These were in the games cupboard.

Bet you Gwen put them there.

She wouldn't... would she?

Look lively, the team list is going up.

Let me see. Give me a second.

Sally, you're in!

I knew you'd do it.

Well done, Sally, congratulations.

Come on. Such fun. Team practice tomorrow.

Come on, Darrell.

This is simply so I can see what you new girls can do.

You may turn over your papers.

Lovely handwriting, Sally.

You have a few moments left.

Right - time's up, pens down.

She said stop.

Oh, Darrell! Oh!

Oh...

Sorry! It was an accident.

Oh, dear.

I'm afraid you'll have to redo it.

Girls, you're dismissed. Now?

Bad luck, Darrell.

Let's find Darrell, see how she did.

I don't know why you all care. She knocked that ink over on purpose.

I didn't!

Why would I do that? It was as good as cheating.

Gwen, that's a very serious accusation.

Take it back. Fine.

When Darrell knocked ink over her paper

and got the chance to do it all over again, it wasn't cheating.

Come on, Darrell, let's go and get some fresh air.

A bit of stink around here.

Catch! No... ball games inside.

Super catch, though, Darrell.

You have to let her on the team, Pamela. You just have to.

I just can't magic up a space.

I could make you first reserve.

Would you like that?

Would I?!

Darrell, hey, over here.

Nice throw!

Over here!

Nice.

Hello, Miss Potts. Darrell.

Just who I was looking for.

I just finished reading your essay...

I knew it was too good to last.

Well, you have to work on your spelling and your presentation,

but you write very well.

I do? I do!

Have you read mine? Yes...

We should talk about that another time, Gwen, you have...

a few areas you need to work on.

Come on, let's go put this kit away,

and put your boots under lock and key. Come on, Mary-Lou.

Yes, could you put me through to St Hilda's,

the girls' school in Cromley?

You can't make calls now, Gwen, it's the seniors' turn.

There is another phone box in the village, isn't there?

Yes, but you can't go solo.

Is it really that urgent?

Darrell Rivers, I'm waiting.

Is your dress mended?

Oh...

Erm...

Your dress. You left it on Emily's bed.

Well...

I must say, Darrell Rivers, you are full of surprises.

I am? I mean, thank you, Matron.

I'll still be keeping a very close eye on you.

Katherine, I assume everyone is here?

Yes, Matron. Good.

Then you may all have an hour of quiet reading before bed.

I will be back for lights out.

Thank you, Matron. Thank you, Matron.

Where's Gwen? She knows she should be back in the dorm by now.

She could have run away. Why would she do that?

Because she's scared of the ghost.

I feel like running away from the ghost sometimes.

But I'm too scared of running away.

Whatever it is, if she's not here by lights out,

Matron will have her guts for garters.

I think she's gone to the village. By herself?

She's been trying to make a phone call. Something about St Hilda's?

She's got a cousin there. I'll go down there and bring her back.

But it's getting dark and there isn't time. Matron...

I'll run - be back before Matron and you even know it.

♪ Woo!

♪ My old man said follow the van

♪ And don't dilly-dally on the way

♪ Off went the cart with me home packed in it

♪ I followed on with the... ♪

♪ I dillied and dallied... ♪

Hm.

♪ La-da-da-da-da. ♪

Watch it! Sorry. Where's the flaming fire?

Do you know how long it would take me to get to the village?

It will take you ages.

Ron Gilson. I'm Darrell Rivers, I'm from Malory... Towers.

I know. I run errands round here.

So if you ever need a letter posting or a sherbet or... A bike?

What?

It's an absolute emergency.

It's not mine, it's my brother's. How about I rent it? A shilling?

I haven't got it on me, but find me when you're back here.

Scout's honour you'll get it.

Ha!

Matron's coming. She can't find out they're gone.

Just keep her talking, say whatever you have to. Look natural.

Mary-Lou! Other way up.

Other way up!

No empty beds.

Good evening, girls.

It's my favourite part of the day -

lights out.

Don't do it, Gwen! Please! Too late.

My cousin told me everything.

Not a pretty tale, is it?

Please don't tell the others. I can't keep a secret like that.

What you did...

was dreadful.

Miss Grayling promised that this would be a fresh start

and that no-one would need to know why I was asked to leave.

I knew it! It WAS you.

You lied? I couldn't get through. You tricked me.

Turns out it didn't matter.

Not so clever now, are you?

Books down, please.

Goodnight, Katherine. Goodnight, Matron.

Goodnight, Matron.

Sweet dreams, Jean.

Matron, your hair.

It looks really rather lovely tonight.

Very Rita Hayworth.

You know, I heard she got electric shocks to change her hairline.

That sounds uncomfortable.

Apparently, they have to stick needles in at the base

of every single hair and then - zap!

Anyway, her hair looks lovely, and so does yours.

Goodnight!

Goodnight, Darrell.

Poor Darrell's shattered, Matron. All that sewing, I expect. Huh!

A likely story.

Hm.

Ah! Ah! So sorry, Matron, it's my leg.

I think it's cramp. Oh...

Does it never end?

Let's see.

Ouch! Ouch!

That's got it. Thank you.

- Goodnight, girls. - Night, Matron.

Not another peep now,

or you'll be cleaning West Tower toilets all week.

She's gone.

That was close. Alicia, that snore!

Jean, that Rita Hayworth... whatever that was!

Do you think they'll come back soon?

Don't worry, Mary-Lou. You're being a cowardy custard.

You have to tell me.

Why were you asked to leave St Hilda's?

Look, can't you trust me? I know we haven't exactly hit it off.

And whose fault is that?

You're always with Alicia. Alicia! Alicia!

Why is she so great? I'm trying to make friends here, Gwen.

I offered to be your friend right at the start, remember?

We still can be. I want to be friends with everyone if I can.

Just... Just don't tell the others, OK?

I, I had such a rotten time and I promised my parents,

and I couldn't bear if it all went wrong again.

What was that?

Erm, erm... Calm down, I think it was just an owl.

Here, hold this.

Oh, great. Come on!

And it's getting cold.

Are we lost?

It's awfully late.

Where are they?

They'll come back soon.

We might have to tell Matron after all. I think they might be lost.

Yes, let's go and get Matron. No!

Let's wait just a bit longer.

There's... There's no signpost.

There should be a signpost... Stop saying signpost.

This is all your fault.

Ssh. Listen for a moment.

Oh, we're never going to get back, are we?

We're going to die of exposure. Ssh!

Have my cardigan if you're that cold.

Now...

if the sea's behind us,

then the school must be that way.

You can't leave me! I'm not! Jump on the back. I most certainly will not.

Stay here, then.

Ohhh...

Don't worry, Gwen, you're safe.

I'll get us back, I promise.

Ah! It's them! It's them.

Or is it?

Might just be a fox.

Not sure, it's just...

Oh, no, it is them. It is them. Come on.

Come on, let's go. Go, go, go!

We got lost. Goodness, you look a fright. Did something happen?

It most certainly did. The ghost?

No, not the ghost.

It was far worse than that.

Wasn't it, Darrell?

Guys, keep your voices down.

Gwen was so brave. Well, of course I was, but...

There were some jolly awful noises. Screeches, howls.

We got lost, but she kept us going.

Yes, I rather did, didn't I?

Gwen should be singing your praises, not the other way round.

Darrell saved your useless neck. She's right, Gwen.

Darrell risked everything to go look for you.

And why was that? Not because she cares two hoots about me.

That's not true. Oh, you really are too vile for words, Gwendoline Mary.

You know she hid Darrell's boots. I did not!

Darrell's really taken you all in, hasn't she? Please, Gwen, don't.

Gwen, whatever this is, it needs to stop.

Not yet, it doesn't.

You all deserve to know the truth.

Darrell Rivers was the girl asked to leave St Hilda's.

Who's vile now?

You're lying, you beastly thing! No, she isn't, I...

I was the girl asked to leave

and I'm sorry I didn't tell you all earlier, it's just...

Malory Towers was meant to be my second chance.

A-ha!

See?

See!

Miss Grayling knows?

First thing tomorrow, we'll all go to Miss Grayling

and demand that Darrell is removed.

We'll do no such thing.

If Miss Grayling thinks Darrell should be at Malory Towers,

that's good enough for me. Agreed.

I don't care a fig what happened at stupid St Hilda's.

What matters is what happens here.

It's time for bed.

I'm glad you're home, Darrell.

Thanks for sticking up for me earlier. You're welcome, Darrell.

Better get some shut-eye. Early start tomorrow.

Lacrosse practice starts before breakfast.

You'll pair with me, won't you?

Goodnight, Darrell.

Sleep well. Goodnight, Alicia.

Night, Emily.

Night-night, Gwendoline. Night, Katherine.

Sleep well, Mary-Lou.

Goodnight, Irene. I'm already sleeping!