Malory Towers (2020) s03e10 Episode Script


[KNOCK AT DOOR]
[SHE CLEARS HER THROAT]
Come in.
Jean, what is it?
I am rather busy.
I'm afraid someone's doing something.
Something?
Something they shouldn't.
And you're telling me about
this someone because
Well, I think it's rotten,
if we get any more order marks,
then you'll stop lacrosse.
I'm telling tales,
it's wrong, I'm so sorry.
No, wait.
I don't like tell-tales,
but you're here now.
You told.
Jean, how could you?
You know why.
If I hadn't and you'd been caught,
we'd have all been in trouble.
Jean was correct to come and find me,
and you should know better.
Well, you can forget
about going to the circus today.
Can I, please, please?
I love the circus,
I've been so looking forward to it.
Well, you should have thought about
that before you broke the rules.
You can stay at school with Darrell.
I don't want to hear another word about it.
Yes, Miss Johnson.
I'll have to stay here too.
Jean, who'd have thought you'd be
so utterly despicable?!
I know, and it was almost enjoyable!
So that's it.
The whole school goes to the circus and we stay here.
Let Operation Peaches commence.
Are those for us?
Yes.
You're to spend the day painting.
Your subject is Malory Towers,
and what a special place it is.
But art isn't really our
strong suit, Miss Johnson.
All the more reason to practise.
Miss Grayling will be delighted
to see girls' work on the walls
when she returns.
These are different canvases
than we usually have.
Where did they come from?
Waste not, want not, Darrell.
Now, I'd like you to focus.
Every inch of that canvas must be covered.
The rest of you, we leave in ten minutes.
Yes, Miss Johnson.
How are we supposed to do this
and get the peaches back?
I wish I could stay.
I could help with the paintings.
I want to help too.
Mavis's throat is still awful
and peaches just might make
all the difference.
Alicia gave us those peaches,
we'll get them back.
But more of us working together
might tip the balance.
Ellen, you're the brains, think--
it's got to be possible.
Where is she?
Where's Ellen?
I'm here!
So sorry I'm late.
Well, get into line quick
or I'll catch it.
Hmm.
Take a big, huge sniff.
An onion.
Watch out.
Everyone's ready, Miss Johnson,
I've made sure of it.
Excellent, Gwendolyn.
Thank you.
Achoo. Achoo! Achoo!
Achoo!
You two were fine this morning.
They was fine a minute ago.
Oh, dear, you were so looking
forward to the circus.
You don't look well.
Achoo.
Well, they can't go like this.
[COUGHS HEAVILY]
Matron.
There was me thinking the san would
be girl-free today.
Come along, ladies,
bed rest with the both of you.
Achoo!
I can't wait much longer.
I'm sure they're doing their best.
[COUGHS HEAVILY]
Oh.
I do feel a bit hot, Matron.
Mm.
Well, this thermometer says otherwise.
Um, didn't you want to go to the
circus, Matron?
I'm supposed to go and collect some
thing from the village.
But that sounds important,
you must go.
Right.
Mavis, your turn,
let's get this tonic into you.
Any word from the Conservatoire?
It's bad news, it must be--
I'd have heard otherwise.
Now, would you mind looking
after these two for me?
Ah, Matron, Mavis might catch our
cold and she's already ill, so,
ah
Yes, oh, well, no, we don't want to
risk you making that beautiful voice any worse, so.
No, you skedaddle, Mavis,
and I will stay.
We'll probably just sleep.
They're sensible types, they can
always find me if they need to.
Oh, yes.
You go, Matron.
Well
yes, I suppose I might as well.
You two, be good,
I will not be long.
[DOOR CLOSES]
What took you so long?!
We had to wait for Matron to leave.
But it's all right, she's gone to the village.
Total heaven.
Now, we're on, phase two is active.
No, no, no, what if Matron comes back?
She'll notice I'm not in bed.
We have loads of time.
It will take Matron ages to walk
all the way to the village and back.
[BELL DINGS]
Oh, the skeleton key, I forgot to remind you.
No need.
Well, it worked on the door lock,
so let's hope.
Irene, you will pay attention, won't you?
Don't worry, I'll be utterly alert.
If we get caught
I know, huge trouble.
But if the worst does happen and Matron
unexpectedly comes back,
keep her in the san, buy some time.
Keep Matron in the san, got it.
Don't worry, I've got your backs,
double promise.
It's time to go, we'll tell you once
it's clear.
So, we're really doing this.
Yes, we really are.
Any luck?
Darrell?
I don't know anyone else who has a television.
Everyone's talking about them.
Oh, don't.
What if you break it?
There's only one place left.
Well, they're our peaches,
we have a right to find them.
And we're just looking for the peaches,
we're not snooping.
Yeah.
Come on.
Eureka!
What?
She was going to eat them.
How rotten.
Even more reason to move on to phase three.
Look what we found. Peaches!
Brilliant.
Gosh, you are clever!
Oh, I wish I could paint like this.
Aw.
Here we go.
But potatoes?
Cook let us have them.
I told her they were for a project.
I suppose they are, in a way.
So phase three, we put the peach
labels onto the potato tins,
then we put them back into Miss Johnson's study
in place of the peaches.
But what if they get opened?
Then, Miss Johnson will think
Alicia sent them as a prank.
That is so clever.
As long as we sneak them back.
Oh, I left the tin opener and fork
on Miss Johnson's desk.
Does it matter?
This won't take long.
No. I'll go back just in case.
Bring the tins when you're done.
Be careful, Darrell.
Mary-Lou.
How wonderful that Mavis will get
the peach juice after all.
I'm so pleased.
Kingsley Conservatoire of Music.
Mavis and Irene.
[SHE HUMS]
[BELL DINGS]
Miss Grayling.
[DOOR CREAKS]
What are you doing in here?
Um
You of all people, I honestly
thought better of you.
But look, it's for you.
Put those back right now.
You're going through Miss Johnson's desk.
Look, it's a letter from the Conservatoire,
and it's addressed to you.
I think you should read it, go on.
Hello, Matron.
You're supposed to be in bed.
Oh, cramp, oh.
It's easing now.
Oh. Irene Sh, it's best not
to go over there.
Mary-Lou is such a light sleeper.
Oh, well, I do have a few
things to do.
In your office.
That's none of your business,
get back to bed, young lady.
Are those chocolates?
Can I have one?
No, you cannot.
These are for the governors'
meeting.
I said I'd leave them
on Miss Johnson's desk, so.
I'll take them for you.
Irene!
Get to bed.
Oh, I can't believe it, I got in.
Well, brilliant, you are clever.
Oh, they won't want me now,
not now my voice is gone.
Why wasn't I given this?
It wasn't just to you.
Look, that's one for Irene.
And I made this for Miss Grayling,
and Sally even put it in the post.
But why would she take it?
There has to be a reason.
It's an outrage.
We need to confront Miss Johnson
with it. Darrell, we can't.
You've broken into her study.
Going through her desk like this,
it's terrible behaviour.
Worse than keeping this from you?
You put so much into that audition.
You could get into such trouble.
Actually, we both could.
Put these back.
We'll figure out why
she's being so odd and, once we're clear,
we'll put our heads together.
Matron's coming.
Matron's coming.
Um
[MUSIC PLAYS]
Oh.
[STIFLED COUGH]
Oh, no,
not the electrics,
not today.
[COUGH]
Here.
Oh, Matron.
What happened to the lights?
Well, it must be the electrics.
How is Mary-Lou?
She's still asleep.
I'll deal with this.
We really need to go.
Mavis?
Sally, what are you doing here?
Uh, it's a long story.
Done.
We'll explain later.
Come on.
We did it, the switcheroo.
Oh, Matron must've fixed it somehow.
Matron's back?
Yes, and she nearly caught us. What?
Wait. Darrell
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACH]
Someone's coming.
I forgot to lock
the door.
You forgot to lock the door?!
[MUSIC PLAYS]
[APPLAUSE ON TV]
[CLICK]
I suppose these are yours.
Oh, well, um
I'm sure I can explain.
Good.
I'm all ears.
Did you do it, did you put them back?
Yes, but hurry to the san,
warn Irene, Miss Johnson's here.
What?!
Oh.
I've got paint on my pyjamas.
Oh, just put a sheet over you.
Okay.
Um
Okay.
Um, here, put some paint on you too. Okay.
Miss Johnson's coming up the stairs.
Quick, hide.
Over there, behind that.
Miss Johnson.
Is the circus over all ready?
Oh, I have so much work,
I thought that I would leave early.
Well, well.
Such talent.
We worked ever so hard.
Oh, I'm sure you have.
The question is, what on?
Yet more lacrosse?
Neither of you can paint this well.
Mary-Lou
would you like to tell me
about your paintings?
And now we can find Irene.
I'm sure she'll want to tell me
about her day too.
I must not be disobedient,
500 times, that's so mean.
I really want to find out
what Miss Johnson's up to.
That blackout was seriously inspired.
It was the only thing I could think of.
Amazing that it actually worked.
What about Matron?
She'll go pop
when she knows we weren't in bed.
You are right,
I very nearly did go pop.
Fortunately, Mary-Lou, some news
has put me in rather a good mood.
I was worried when I hadn't heard
from the Conservatoire,
but I went to Matron
and she soon sorted it.
She's such a good egg.
Oh, no, it's just a simple matter,
and I just made a telephone call
to the Conservatoire
and, well,
you both got in.
Crikey!
It is a bit odd.
The letters were hand-delivered.
Thinking about it, it is quite odd.
Don't you think so, Darrell?
I mean, letters going missing.
Yes, um, yes, that's such a worry.
Shouldn't we tell Miss Johnson about it?
Well, no, I do not think that she
would like to hear from me again.
Not today.
Oh, but she'll be so impressed to
see you're so on the ball.
Why don't I come?
I can tell her how anxious I've been.
You're, you're right.
I should say something.
Right.
Come on now, we need to hear
what Miss Johnson tells them.
Come on.
Well done.
The letters must be somewhere.
Apparently, they were hand-delivered.
My parents will be up in arms.
Oh, dear.
I can't believe this has all got so out of hand.
Do you not think this is serious?
Absolutely, it is.
Breaking school rules should never be rewarded.
Going to an audition without
permission is dreadful behaviour.
Wouldn't you agree, Mavis?
Thankfully, I admire your passion,
so I won't be pursuing that.
Now, the letters.
It would be serious
if they really were missing
but I have them here.
She'll be pretending the letters
are lost, she'll have to.
So, she'll get away with it.
No, we have to stand up to her,
I'll go into her desk and pull the
letters out myself, if I have to.
Well, yes, thank you very much, Miss Johnson.
It would be most helpful, Mavis,
if you could explain to Irene.
I hope she hasn't been unduly worried either.
And do tell her Miss Johnson
was being so thoughtful.
Now, Matron, I would like to talk
to you about this month's laundry receipts.
Mavis.
What, she gave your letters back?
Darrell, there's no mystery,
Miss Johnson had them.
Why, I know that, but I just
It was supposed to be a surprise.
She was going to make
an announcement at assembly
so that everyone would know and give
us a jolly good cheer, she said.
No, no, Miss Johnson's lying.
What about Miss Grayling's card?
Sally put that in the postbox,
she must have taken it out.
She was never going to give you those letters,
I'm sure of it.
Mavis.
You could have lost your place
in the Conservatoire.
Well, we can't prove anything now.
Miss Johnson's trying to squish those facts,
we can't let her.
You did get the tins back.
You're right.
We can beat her if we're clever.
[MUSIC PLAYS]
Alicia Jones
fake mice and now fake peaches.
[GIRLS GIGGLE]
The circus was ace but Operation
Peaches sounds much more fun.
Yes, it's such daring.
Don't you think, Gwen?
You're all being rotten,
you know I should tell.
But you LOVE peaches,
they're your favourite.
Right, try this, see if it helps.
Mm.
I think it does,
that's much better.
To Operation Peaches.
No, I really can't eat this,
I'm head of form.
Gwen, it's all right,
I'll have yours.
Poor you, though, Canadian peaches
are even juicier than our own.
Yes, you go, tell Miss Johnson
but by the time you'll be back,
we'll have eaten the whole lot.
You definitely can't tell now!
As if I would.
To Operation Peaches.
To Operation Peaches!