01x13 - The Last Day

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No! What happened? Look.

My pen. What happened?
Did you step on it? No! I...

I, I came in to get my things
and I...

But I...

I know I put it in my desk
yesterday after class.

Well, then someone must have taken
it out last night or this morning

and... What a mean trick.

That's a nice bit of spite for you.

Oh, Mary-Lou, I'm so sorry. Somebody
wanted to hurt you, Mary-Lou.

It can't have been deliberate.

I'm afraid it was.

That's the pattern
on the bottom of our plimsolls.

Somebody stamped on it.
But who would do that?

Anyone could have
come into the classroom.

We'll never find out for sure.
Oh, yes, we will.

Whoever it is will have violet
ink on their shoes. You're right.

Find the others and tell everyone
to meet in the changing rooms.

We need to get to the
bottom of this straight away.

Sorry. Oh!

Give that back, nosey parker. What a
stupid place to ride a bicycle. Oh!

How to cast a cloud
over the last day of term.

Until all of this,
I didn't even want to go home.

At least you can.

Betty's people can't have me
these holidays,

I'm stuck with Matron all summer.
Then come visit.

Mother said I could invite
a special friend. Seriously?

That would be ace.

Are we all here?

I've just heard the summons.
What's going on?

Gracious, Mary-Lou,
isn't that your special pen?

Someone stamped in it.
What a beastly thing to do.

What girl here would
behave like that?

Well, that's exactly what
we're going to find out.

We're going to have to examine
everyone's shoes.

Check mine first if you like.

Thanks,
but it's the plimsolls we need.

Let's check your cubby first.

You're clear, Gwen.
Let's see the rest.

Thanks, Emily.

Darrell!

Here's the proof.

I don't believe it.
Let me see those.

Darrell Rivers.

What? Well, well.

Who would have guessed it
was our straightforward Darrell?

But it wasn't me.

Honestly, girls,
Matron's waiting in the dorm.

Your trunk should have been
packed by now.

What are you doing hiding in here?

Alicia.

Alicia!

Why did she walk away?
She's meant to be my friend.

She'll stand by you.

I know you would never do
something like this.

Someone has framed you.

And we're going to find out who.

Gwen, you've got a...

a cobweb in your hair. What?

Ugh! Is it gone? Yes.

Poor Gwen.

Matron? Wah!

Really?

The girls need
their confiscated tuck.

Not that they deserve it.

Oh, my hamper. We stole back
all the tuck for the feast.

She's going to make my
summer unbearable

when she finds the basket empty.

There you are. We've decided.

We're going to hold
a class court at lunch

and take a vote on how to proceed.

Music. We're supposed to be
practising for the final assembly.

Mary-Lou...

Please, you must believe me. You
know I would never do this to you.

Stop bullying poor Mary-Lou.
I'm not.

We're friends. You don't
know what friendship is.

Come with me, Mary-Lou.

Oh, my stars.

What happened with all that tuck,
Matron? Gone.

Mice? Girls.

One in particular

by the name of Alicia Johns.

Isn't she staying with us
all summer?

Mary-Lou. Your solo.

Come on, it's your moment.

Mary-Lou.

Hm?

One, two, three.

Oh, I can't sing when I'm upset,
I just can't.

Whoever destroyed her pen
destroyed her confidence too.

Can't we give the solo
to someone else, Irene?

Emily's got the range.

You can't let this pen business
get in the way of her new-found

confidence.

Oh! Emily can't sing.

She's... She's got a sore throat.

Courage. We need you.

Mary-Lou, buck up,
you know you can do it.

You're such a bully, Darrell Rivers.

Piling the pressure
on poor Mary-Lou.

She's clearly not up to it.

Thanks, Gwen. Now what?

You know whoever smashed the pen,

it's not really Mary-Lou
they're after.

It's you. But who and why?

Gwen. She's had it in for you
the whole term.

She's the only who's
really doing the blaming.

Even if you're right,
it's my word against hers,

and my plimsolls are covered in ink.

But we know
you didn't smash the pen.

So the real shoes that smashed it
must still be somewhere.

Yes!

Everyone, quiet down. We have an
hour before final assembly.

The plimsolls in Gwen's locker,
they weren't hers. Look.

Josie Lucas.

Oh, I know her.

She's... She's a third year.

I lost my plimsolls weeks ago.

I borrowed them from lost property.
We've all done it.

I'm afraid these don't prove
anything.

Order. Silence.

Who's speaking first? I will.

Mary-Lou's too scared.

And I don't blame her.
Scared of what? You.

And your beastly temper.

This pen smashing is all
part of a campaign Darrell's

been waging for quite some time.

Of course it's not.

Campaign for what?

The spiders is Mary-Lou's desk,
her tennis racket strings cut.

Her clothes put in a
filthy bucket of water.

You hated it when Mary-Lou
rescued you from drowning.

It made you look a fool.
This is your revenge.

Darrell's not the sort to take
revenge. No, but she is a hot head.

She's fiery, not scheming.

We all know what you're like. You
pushed a teacher down the stairs.

That's not fair! It wasn't like
that. You slapped me at the pool,

just like you'd love to now. You
should be in a remedial school.

It's not true! It's not true! See?

The Rivers temper strikes again.

True colours revealed.

The truth is, I'm scared of you too,
Darrell Rivers.

I don't feel safe in a school
with you in it.

And I know I'm not the only one.

We can prove Gwen's swimming pool
story isn't true.

Explain how we planned the rescue
to give her confidence.

Alicia will back you up.

Then Mary-Lou will know it's a sham.

It would destroy her confidence
even more.

I am not going to do that to her.

Come on, where's your temper
when we need it? Keep fighting.

You all right, Darrell?

Smile.

It might never happen.
But it has happened.

My father's going to be
so disappointed in me.

I've messed everything up and...

And I think I'm about to
be asked to leave.

What did you do?
Nothing this time but...

I can't prove I didn't do any
of the things they've accused me of

and nearly all the people
that I thought were my friends

believe the other girl, not me.
Then they're idiots. I'm the idiot.

I keep making the same mistakes
and now no-one trusts me.

Which girl is it?

Pointing the finger?

Gwen.

The one who was horrid before.

Blonde, pretty, hates sport,
water and... Spiders.

What?
She made me catch a spider for her.

A couple of weeks back.

Ron, thank you. That's more helpful
than you'll ever know.

Darrell.
There you are. We were waiting.

Everything Gwen's accused me of
I didn't do, but I know who did.

Gwendoline herself.

But I'm Mary-Lou's best friend.

Well, then, why put a spider
in her desk? That was you.

Revenge for smashing
your picture frame.

Don't lie.

Ron told me he caught that
spider for you. I hate spiders.

I couldn't bear a cobweb in my hair.

You know I could never have put
a spider anywhere.

Tell them. Enough!

We've run out of time and we've
heard both sides of the story.

Now we vote.

Mary-Lou, stand up here, please.

Mary-Lou.

Mary-Lou?

Those who think that
Darrell is guilty,

stand on this side of the room,
please.

Those who think she's innocent...

stand on this side of the room,
please.

Sorry, Darrell,
but you do have a temper

and it is your shoe.

Ron!

Ron!

Ron? Oh!

Sorry. Sorry, sorry.

I thought you wanted to see me.
I did, I just...

Look at this.

Gwen,
the girl who caught the spider,

was she out here again this morning?
Yeah.

She and her kit bag sent me flying.
Her kit bag? Oh, my word.

Could you possibly tell me
whereabouts she found that spider?

Come on.

It's even. Alicia...

where do you stand?

You're meant to be my friend.

The evidence is there.

And I'm starting to believe
you're capable of anything

when you're angry.

I'm sorry.

That's three for Darrell,
but four against.

Darrell, come with me
to Miss Grayling's office.

And Gwen,
you'd better come along too.

Do you think she'll be expelled?
I hope so.

Anyone with a temper like that
doesn't deserve to

be at Malory Towers. You know what?

If you all think I'm as mean as
that, maybe I want to leave anyway.

Spiders galore.

What size are you looking for?

Big? Little?

About a size three.

Plimsolls. Ron?

I'm going to get in trouble
if I don't get on.

It's all right, you go.

Come in.

So sorry, Miss Grayling, we
need an urgent word

before we start assembly.
One moment.

Look! Look!

Look what I found.

They're Gwen's.

So, Gwen's the pen smasher.

She hid her shoes
and borrowed Josie's to cover up.

Don't we still just have two
pairs of shoes with ink on them?

There's still two possible
culprits.

Hang on a tick,
the shoes tell the story.

Emily, I thought
you'd lost your voice.

Yes, and I'll lose it again
right after this.

Someone has poured ink
over the sole upside-down.

The ink drips up -
that couldn't possibly happen

if you stamp on something.

Look here, this shoe has
stamped on something.

You can tell by the ink splashes.

You kept those skills quiet.

It's her name.

Are you sure they're Gwen's?

Gwendoline Mary Lacey.

Katherine! Katherine!

We've uncovered new evidence.
It's a bit late for that.

This changes everything.

The pen smasher isn't Darrell.

No, it's Gwendoline.

What? It's not.

Really?

The only person who deserves to be
expelled for this is you.

Goodness, girls, shouldn't you all
be in the dining hall?

Gwendoline, what has happened?
I'm so sorry, Miss Grayling,

we've had a rather unfortunate
end-of-term drama...

And we thought we needed your help

but we've sorted it out ourselves,
and we're sorry if we bothered you.

Happy end of term, Miss Grayling.

Happy end of term, Miss Grayling.

Happy end of term, girls.

See you at assembly.

Gwendoline, how could you
have been so deceitful?

I'm so sorry, Darrell. Me too.

And me.

And... me.

It's all right.

I suppose the evidence
did point to me for a while.

How could you let
her off the hook like that?

Everyone deserves a second chance.

Malory Towers gave me one.

Being upset is punishment enough.

But Gwen, you'll have to find a way
to make it up to Mary-Lou.

Emily? Mm?

You do the solo.

You don't have to fake
a sore throat for me.

I don't want to sing -
you have a much better voice.

No, I don't. Yes, you do.

See, everyone else knows it.
Please sing.

Please?

Darrell, I'm sorry about earlier.

No hard feelings?

The invitation's still open for the
holidays if you'd like to join.

Would I ever!
Wait a minute, where's Gwen?

Gwen?

Have any of you seen Gwen?

Thank you.

Quick.

You'll miss final assembly.
Miss Potts will have a fit.

I can't face them all.

Of course you can.

We're all giving each other
a second chance.

You just have to work out why
you do all those mean things.

All I want is a best friend.

I've been so good to Mary-Lou.

But it's you she adores.

I don't want to be adored.

Friends are people that know you,
who you can speak honestly to.

You're not a bad sort,
really, you just...

You just sometimes let vanity get in
the way. That's what my father says.

But my looks are really
all I've got.

That's not true.

Put in as much into your work
as you do your appearance

and you'll be brilliant.

Quick, we're late.

Ah! Young lady.

I have a bone to pick with you.
Go on.

I don't... You and I have a
long summer together, so...

happy belated birthday, Alicia.

Oh. Thank you so much.

Ah...

That's enough now.

Get on with you.

Mary-Lou.

This is yours now. But isn't
that your special hair brush?

Shouldn't you...
Please. It's not a pen.

But 100 strokes a night
gives me courage.

I hope it helps you too.

Thank you.

Next term, let's put this
all behind us? Start afresh?

Pax?

Pax.

All aboard the coach.

Bye.

Aren't you coming on the coach?

Mother's bringing in the car
because of my appendix.

Oh, I'd hoped to talk. We'll write.

Write? You'll have to visit.

Really? I so hoped you'd ask.

But I heard you invited Alicia.

Yes, Alicia's coming
but you can visit too.

You're the one I can count on.

You're the best.

Bye, Darrell.

Come here, Mary-Lou.
My brave little soldier.

Thanks for believing in me.

Have a great summer.
Bye, Sally. Bye.

I can't believe it's summer already.

Don't worry,
there's always next year.

Woo!