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Shit.

Shit.

Molly? Molly.

- Molly!
- Hey, I was listening to that.

Earth calling sisterling. Have you forgotten
today's the day Rosemary moves in?

Like you'd let me forget? Please tell me
you're not going to do anything crazy.

Look, you know I love you, Mollster,

but there are some things
you're just way too young to understand.

I know what I'm doing, though, okay?

- Trust me.
- Poppy!

All right, guys.

Let's give my dad's girlfriend
the perfect Malibu welcome.

Everyone, help yourselves!

You can keep it, or you can throw it away!
Let's go, you guys. You can keep that.

I want the bouncy ball!
You get those. We don't need them.

- All right, let's get rid of it!
- That dress is so hot!

Oh, Poppy, you've really done it this time.

Ugh!

Hey, girls! Watch this!

Where did she go?
- Is she okay?

Is she still down there?
- She's still under.

There might be sharks.
- Someone do something.

Welcome to Malibu, biatch!

Excuse me, excuse me.

Get up here, right now. Get up here!

Please, go home. Home, home.

So uncool.
- Easy, pops.

Go on. Out, out.
- Yo, Dad.

Loser.

Out, out, out. Let's go.
Come on. Out, out.

That is the final straw, Poppy.
You are going to England.

- Let's go.
- Yawn. The boarding school threat again.

I don't even recognise you any more.
All this is going to stop right now!

So what? Big deal!

You can just replace me with a newer,
trashier version, like you did with Mom!

You are going to boarding school
in England, and that's final.

What? You think just because Mom
went to boarding school in England,

it's going to magically straighten me out?
Do you even remember Mom?

Hi, Molly.

I think you might've
pushed him too far this time.

I know.

But England's so far away.

Well, at least
they speak American there, right?

But who's going to cut
the crusts off my sandwiches?

You're going to be fine, Moll. I promise.

In England, it rains
200 days out of the year.

- You will definitely get SAD.
- She is sad.

Seasonal affected disorder.

Depression due to lack of sunlight,
resulting in acne and weight gain.

- What?
- What? I saw it on Dr. 90210.

Not those shoes. They don't do rain.

Just take them.

Hey, you promise we'll talk every day?
Swear on your life?

Dude, who loves ya?
Everything's going to suck without you.

Ruby, you're my best friend.
I'm going to miss you so much.

I know, let's check out their website.

- Oh, my God!
- Oh, my God!

"Abbey Mount School is
an independent boarding school

- "for girls aged 11 to 17."
- Oh, my God.

"Founded in 1797,

"the school is one of England's
top institutions for young ladies."

It's all brick! Please tell me
that's not in the countryside.

Ugh!

Excuse me.

Hello. How are you?

- All right, Kate?
- Yes, thanks.

Very good.

Mr Moore? I'm Mrs Kingsley.

Oh, please, call me Gerry. Thank you.
I am so grateful.

I'm happy we could help out.

She's going through
rather a difficult stage.

Just leave it to me, Mr Moore.
I have a double first in difficult.

- Hello, how are you?
- Hi.

- Good holiday?
- Yeah.

Good.

Hello, Poppy. Welcome to Abbey Mount.
I'm Mrs Kingsley, your headmistress.

Look, I understand you're just...

Uh-uh, uh-uh.

Lesson number one, Poppy.
To me negotiation is like a nightclub.

Not something I tend to enter into.
Now come along.

- Hello.
- Hi.

How are you?

Wow.

Who's she?
- Wow.

Is she new?

- Wow.
- Look at those shoes.

Look at her.

Poppy, this is Kate.
She'll be your big sister at Abbey Mount.

You'll soon settle in.

- Hi, how do you do?
- I already have a sister.

It's just school lingo. I'll be your
friend, a helping hand, that's all.

Okay, but I choose my friends,
and FYI, you don't make the cut.

I'm sure that comment would sting
a lot more if I knew what FYI meant.

But, for the moment, let's just pretend
it's had the desired effect, shall we?

Saddle up, girls.
We've got ourselves a bronco.

Mrs Kingsley, a gift.

One for you and one for Freddie.

Oh.

- Thank you.
- I shot them myself.

Oh, I don't doubt that you did.

Well, perhaps you'd like to keep a hold of
them while I welcome back the first years.

Nice thought, though.

Harriet. Head Girl.

You shake the hand of the Head Girl
out of respect.

When the Head Girl has earned my respect,
then I'll shake her hand, biatch.

- I'm sorry?
- Apology accepted.

Stunningly horridious ego
desperately seeks a good bashing.

Can we oblige? Methinks so.

We think so, too.

I'll call you tomorrow morning,
as soon as I'm back in LA.

I hope your flight gets seriously delayed.

And I hope your bags end up in Kazakhstan.

I'll come back for you
at the end of the semester, all right?

Sweetheart, you know I love you.

Bye.

I have to find this CD to play
for you guys. There it is.

You can borrow them, but only indoors.

Yeah, my mum won't let me
wear high heels.

I've got to be reserve
because I'm not there all the time.

I heard this on the radio.

- Thank you.
- Nice catch.

Excuse me.

Hi. I've been assigned this room.

You need to leave.

Oh, wow, communal.

Well, it's bed number five or the corridor.
Your choice, mate.

Move your stinking socks, Drippy.

Gross.

You lock away your chocolate?

Key information, if it's
the Wagon Wheel versus the Rolex,

the Wagon Wheel is going to
trounce it every time.

- What's a Wagon Wheel?
- Jesu Christi, you have not lived!

Ew!

- That's carbs and sugar.
- What a revelation. I had no idea.

- What the bleep is that?
- None of your bleeping business.

It's an iPhone.

Good luck getting a signal. We only have
two hot spots that work round here.

Maybe you should try entering
the 21st century, Buck Rogers.

This place is medieval.
It's imperative that I make my phone calls.

It's pointless anyway.
We're only allowed mobiles on weekends.

How am I supposed to call my therapist?

She's joking, right? Oh, sweetheart,
this is not Beverly Hills, 90210.

Just put it away before Matron catches you.

- Where's your trunk?
- Hasn't been delivered yet.

No.

No, no, no. Not the new season Gucci. No.
The Choos. No!

This is all only hand-washable.
This is ridiculous.

- Why...
- What? I might get thirsty.

You know, in the UK we have this
amazing thing. It's called a tap.

Welcome back, girls.

Oh, good, staff. How quickly
can you get all this stuff cleaned?

- Is she...
- American.

Oh, yes, we had one of those in 1997.
Not good.

Accustom her to my rules, and she should
be in the correct uniform for a start.

Mobile phones, please, girls.

Thank you, Kiki. Thank you, Josie.
Thank you, Kate.

Whoa! Hands off, mama. I said, hands off.

I am Scottish, not remedial.

Good, then you understand.
Line dry, press, no starch, and no creases.

How dare you? No mufti for a week.

Fine. Mufti may be your thing, lady,
but it sure ain't mine.

- She means no home clothes for a week.
- Like I give a shit.

- I'll be gone by then.
- Language!

Two Sundays detention.
For the whole dorm.

I'll deal with this. Look, hey. Hey.

Here's a Ben Franklin.
Why don't you go out and buy yourself...

Well, anything. Whatever you get
will be a serious improvement.

Three Sundays. For everyone.

- Thanks a lot for that, you utter moron.
- What are you, mental?

What? She was a grade one a-hole
with a severe attitudinal problem.

The bell's going to go in a minute.
Just put your uniform on.

Now!

You will never get away
with that uniform, for start,

and FYI, no drinking, no smoking,
no alcohol.

No fireworks, no dangerous weapons,
no illegal drugs.

If you have a problem with someone,
no random bitching. Structure your point.

No Web surfing, no bullying.

So, if you behave like an arsehole,
we all suffer, so do not get us in your shit

- or we will break you.
- Oh, I'm scared.

Hi, Kate. Hi, how are you? Hi, Kate!
- Hello.

What are you, like,
prom queen or something?

Kate's got a terrible affliction.

You're actually lucky that you don't
have it. It's called popularity.

Hey, get up.
Wait for Mrs Kingsley and the prefects.

Screw them.

That's physical abuse.
I'm calling my lawyer.

With what?

Well, hello, Freddie.

How kind of you to grace us
with your gorgeous presence.

And cue Harriet in three, two, one...

- Subject's moved in on target.
- And we have contact.

- Walk, Annabelle.
- Walk, Annabelle.

I love that Freddie's always here
at the beginning of term.

Such a perfect welcome back.

- So, who is Freddie?
- Mrs Kingsley's son.

Devastating heartthrob.
Won't look at any of us since he got caught

playing doctors and nurses with a girl
in the third grade when he was 11.

Massive hoo-hah.

- They're not together now, though.
- 'Cause of her massive hoo-hah?

No. Fraternizing is forbidden.

Here you go.

- I can't eat this.
- Anorexia or bulimia?

Because if it's bulimia we'd rather
you didn't eat other people's birthday cake

on their birthdays. It's such a waste.

Actually, I'm a pescetarian
Monday through Wednesday,

fruitarian Thursday through Sunday
and vegetarian always.

For what we are about to receive...

Amen.

Get out of the way!
- Hey, watch the shmere, girlfriend.

Two hundred goats died for this.

We meet again. How sublime.
Learn the rules.

When it comes to right of way,
there is a hierarchy.

Teachers, prefects, scholars,
dogs, vermin, Americans.

Kate? See to it she falls in line.

What is this place? Hogwarts?

- Bedtime, girls.
- Night.

The correct school uniform. Wear it. Bed.

Poppy Moore, bed! Now!

Right.

Translation today, everyone.
So, PDF, pretty damn straightforward.

Ergo, which means? Anyone? Ergo?

- Oh, Mr Nellist.
- Yes, Drippy.

- "Er, leave"?
- Luddite. No, it means therefore, Drippy.

Therefore, you'll probably finish early,
which means that you'll have lots of time

to ask me questions about my trip
to Champagne with my girlfriend.

Now, sadly, my ex-girlfriend.
Though she was my girlfriend at the time.

Put the headphones on, please.

Hi, guys. You don't happen
to have any eyebrow tint, do you?

No.

Do you guys have any eyebrow tints?

Apparently, California girls wax their bums.

What? Why?

To look Brazilian.
Makes it more attractive.

If you say so.

- Do you think she's done it?
- Hundred percent.

She's definitely done the missionary
and almost certainly the Lebanese fulcrum.

- I can tell.
- How?

From the angle of her hips.

Can I help you?

- Is there a problem?
- How many boys have you shagged?

Well, there was Brandon, eight-pack.
Chase, jock.

Tyler. Bajillionaire. Derek.
He was Kelly Slater's cousin.

And, oh, Jack. He was all-around sick.

- Christ.
- I mean sick body, sick mind.

- Shit! Kate!
- Sorry, Drip. It looked lighter on the box.

That is butters.
Better not stop me pulling at the social.

Honey, eyebrows are the least
of your worries.

Lights out, girls.
Everyone into bed.

Night, Matron.
- Night.

- Hey, switch that off!
- No wireless. Should have known.

Internet is only allowed
in the computer room.

Whoa! We are not allowed
out of bed after lights out.

- Oh, look. They're not out.
- Hey!

What are you doing?

Come back.
- Get back into bed!

Dear Ruby, oh, my God.
Two weeks in this place

and I'm going out of my mind.

These girls are all ugly losers
who think a mani-pedi

is some kind of Latin greeting.

Mmm!

Ew.

- Come on! Fire practise!
- Shit!

Remove yourselves
to the quad immediately.

Come on.
You know the drill, for goodness sakes.

Come on, stop being so slovenly.
Hurry up. Kiki.

Come on, girls! Hurry up!

What if there was a real fire?
We'll all be burned to a crisp.

Hey, who's there?

Poppy.

- Last name?
- Moore. Poppy Moore, sir.

Well, Moore, Poppy Moore,
this is a fire practise.

- Sorry, I'm new here.
- Yes, that's obvious.

But weren't you listening in physics class?

Fire tends to be hot,
and the point is to avoid it.

Okay. Where do I go?

Out the door,
turn left, and down the stairs.

Run towards the bright orange
flickery thing. Right?

- Oh, and try not to get caught.
- Excellent point, sir.

Lovely, Harriet.

Ew!

Crack on, team. Lovely stick work, Harriet.

Hi.

- Hello, Mr Nellist.
- Hello, hello.

Well, super, super effort.

We may not win the championships,
but we'll win a lot of friends, yeah?

So bloody English.

Really. And you could do better?

Laugh it up, but I could whip
all of your asses blindfolded.

This I'd love to see.

Oh, it's on like Donkey Kong.
Do your worst, horse face.

Foul! Body check. Body check!

Please!

- Perfectly legal.
- Shouldn't you guys be in bikinis for that?

Hi, Fredster. Dig the car.

- Hello, Moore. Poppy Moore.
- Hi.

Hey!

Bye.

Ooh, do you love Fredster?

- Do you want to kiss Fredster on the lips?
- Don't be so immature.

Don't try and hide it, honey.
We've got ourselves a SULA.

Sweaty Upper Lip Alert.

How on Earth did Freddie know her name?
You may depart.

- But, I still have to turn down your bed.
- Get out!

I don't understand.
Freddie's got a crush on me.

Why was he looking at her?

He was looking at her
so he didn't come across as looking at you.

He needs to be careful. He can't get caught.

Yeah, and if he looked at you too much,
he wouldn't be able to control himself.

Like, when I have to look sad, I think about
horses being slaughtered.

So to Freddie, Poppy's the equivalent
of a slaughtered horse.

You're probably right.

But we're going to have to do something
about little Miss USA.

She needs a lesson
in exactly who's boss, methinks.

We think so, too.

- I didn't start it. It wasn't my fault.
- Go out and close the door.

But you asked to see me.

Yes, well, you have to knock
before you enter.

I can't believe it.
This is all horse face's fault!

Who is it?

Jesus Christ!

Oh, dear. We were led to believe
you had a beard and sandals.

Now, we'll have to change that
stained-glass window in the school chapel.

Look, I didn't start it, it wasn't my fault,
and if this were America, I would sue.

That girl is a grade one a-hole
with a severe attitudinal problem.

I know perfectly well
what happened, Poppy.

Then why isn't Harriet here too?

Because, unsurprisingly,
it's you I want to talk to.

Look, I know it's very difficult
being the only new girl in your year.

You mean, the only normal girl.

- What do you like to read, Poppy?
- OK Magazine, People, Us Weekly.

Well, might you be able to tackle
such a thing as a book?

- I prefer movies.
- Well, my personal library

seems to be missing
the book version of Freaky Friday.

So, perhaps you might try this.

Oh, my uncle's producing
the film version.

Alice in Wonderland
was originally a book.

You might surprise yourself
and actually enjoy it.

This is my punishment?

This school is so weird.

What do you want
to get out of this school, Poppy?

To get out of this school.

You know, this school has produced
absolutely nobody of note.

Our leading light was the girl
who was Princess Diana's foot doctor.

So, if your aim is to make
the pages of Us Weekly,

then this isn't the place for you.

What we do produce are smart,
independent, free-thinking,

good-hearted girls
who remain friends for life.

The kind of girl that, behind all
your wisecracks, I know you are.

Run along now, I must get on.
My in-tray is piling up.

Not brown enough. More coffee.

More elbow grease.

You're ageing these clothes,
not stirring your tea.

I need complete authenticity.

Charlotte heard Freddie say
I looked exactly like Keira Knightley.

Right! That's done. Empty the water.

Not that way, fool. You'll spill it.
Out the window.

- Out the window?
- Just get on with it.

Are you sure?

So sorry.
Just can't trust the help these days.

Do you have a pass
to be out during lessons?

- Oh, yeah, I do. It's right here!
- Well, don't walk on the grass.

For the tenth time,
you need to make your bed.

Jesus. What's so bloody hard?
Pick up. Put down. It's not rocket science.

Sit down. I'll do that.

Thanks.

You're freezing. You need a jumper.

Whatever that is, I
don't think I have one.

I don't think I have anything
thicker than prosciutto.

Thanks. I didn't really come prepared.
Didn't figure I'd be here this long.

Nothing worse than the only message you
get all day being from the phone company.

But Matron took all the phones.

No. She took all your phones.
She took our decoys.

She has no idea that none of them work.
We keep our real phones hidden.

Here. Call your parents. Call
your therapist. Knock yourself out.

But why would you do this for me?
You think I'm a total asshole.

No, you behave like an arsehole.
There's a difference.

Look, I know that I'm not
some Malibu therapist,

but I can guess that you're feeling scared
and a little bit homesick.

Which, in my experience, doesn't actually
make you a bad person. Just a normal one.

Sweet photo.

Is it your mum?

She going to come out and visit?

She died in a car accident when I was 11.

Oh.

Poppy, I'm so sorry.

I know you're not some
Malibu therapist, but...

Listen.

- Are you serious about getting out of here?
- Yeah.

Then, you're going to have to get
yourself expelled.

Okay.

"Anybody disporting themselves
in an improper manner will be proposed

- "for expulsion before the Honour Court."
- Wait. Honour Court?

It's like a trial in
front of the whole school

by your peers, your teachers,
the Head Girl, and Mrs Kingsley.

But I'm telling you, it hardly ever happens.

If you really want to get expelled,
you can't just rock the boat.

You have to drive it up onto the rocks,

set fire to the galley
and dance on the burning deck.

- You have to take it all the way.
- Aye, aye, Captain.

Make your calls.

Tip for best reception.
On top of the cupboard.

Hi, Ruby. I miss you.
I'm going to escape, though. I promise you.

You have no idea what it's like here.

Ew!

Who is she? Zero lip gloss upkeep,
and what's with the sweater from Target?

I wish you could come and rescue me.

She is such a romantic, Roddy.

Take care of Roddy for me.

You already have. Let's hit the pool.

Watch it, Wee Willie Winkie,
you'll set us all alight.

Now, I've had a word with the girls.

True, some of them took
a little more convincing than others.

But it's decided. We're going to help you.

We're your very own crack unit.
Operation Freedom.

- Kiki, please explain.
- Right.

We'll commence with an
entry-level basic favourite.

Just to get warmed up.

It smells like pee in here.
- Does not smell like pee.

But it's no good
just playing the same old tricks.

Try to be as imaginative as possible.

Only do things that will get you noticed.
Vary your targets as much as you can.

And although we'll all be helping you,
the important thing to remember...

Harriet!

is that you have to get
the blame for everything.

Run along.

Speaking.

Headphones on, girls.

Come on, everybody. Don't run too fast
in your flip-flops. We'll just jump in,

have a quick paddle about, warm up,
then have tea and crumpets, yes?

Yes, I'm in school right now.

Regulation uniform.
Skirt just below the knee.

Of course.

They are a simple polyester.
Sturdy and practical.

No, I have certainly not been naughty.
My disciplinary record is exemplary.

Are you okay?

Get out. Get out!

Please, get out.

Yes, thank you very much.
That's it. Thank you.

If you make enough
of a nuisance of yourself...

Poppy Moore!

she will eventually bow to pressure,
and she'll have to call your father.

Naturally I'll call her father,
but she's had a difficult time.

No, Sara, please. It's all right, dear.

- Mr Nellist.
- Sorry.

And then, with any luck,
she'll recommend you to the Honour Court.

Unbe-bloody-lievable!

She's got more lives than a Buddhist cat.

Kingsley's not even
mentioned Honour Court.

- I think people are starting to like her.
- People?

People can learn to get used
to rotting pig's vomit

- if they live with it for long enough.
- Maybe she's trying to leave.

It'd be a nightmare if she stayed.
She makes a mockery of the system.

She's not staying. Take it from me.

Five generations of my family
have made this school great.

The school motto is
scholarship, fellowship, loyalty.

Not be a slutty, whore-y shit-brain.

So brilliante, Harriet.

Mr Nellist, don't cry. Maybe a tissue.

I can't stand her.
It's driving me crazy.

Perhaps a strong cup of tea.
I'm only sorry it can't be something stronger.

Cup of tea.

Come on, quick.

- Quick. Give me the tape. Give me the tape.
- Quick.

Pull the button off.

- Oh, my God. There's a car.
- Quick.

Whoa! It's all right, Cerberus. Only me.

- Who's Cerberus?
- The dog that guards the gates of hell.

- Go, go. Get away.
- Hurry up. Or you'll disturb my girls.

Sorry, terrible allergies.

Oh, sorry. Better an empty house
than an angry tenant, right?

I don't get it. It's like you've got immunity.
Your dad's a Mafia guy or something.

Yup. I'm the Goddaughter.

Whatever it is,
she's cutting you a lot of slack.

We need to up the ante. In fact,
we need to focus on her big weakness.

Oh, my God. You have to snog Freddie.

Snog? That sounds disgusting.
What is that?

- It's English for make out.
- Mrs Kingsley will go ballistic.

- And Harriet would have an absolute fit.
- Well, that's a definite bonus.

- And he'll be at the social.
- Cool.

Just remember, the point is to get caught.

All right, so, what's
the deal with the social?

It's the school dance on Saturday night.

Traditionally, it's fancy dress.
This year, it's Movie Magic.

But the only ones who bother to dress up
are teachers, morons, and Harriet.

I say we dress up fancy. Real fancy.

This mission needs to be planned precisely.

- Kiki?
- Okay.

Operation Freedom, part two, step one.
Attract Freddie.

Step one, subsection A, look the part.

Kiki, you're actually making something
quite exciting sound like physics homework.

Basically, we're going into town,
and we're going to get some killer outfits.

I want something
that says, "Elegant,

"but at the same time
incredibly slutty and available."

In fact, I'm not that
bothered about elegant.

So apparently, the key is to hook
up with the headmistress' son.

I'll do your trick, Rubes.
Swing my hips and giggle.

Oh, come on, Poppy.
We're going to miss the bus.

Don't forget to log off now, you ninny.

Everyone, sign out. Remember you are
representatives of the school.

- Sign your own name. Come on.
- Poppy Moore. What are you wearing?

You are going into town,
not appearing in a window in Amsterdam.

- Change immediately.
- I don't have anything else.

I thought you might be quite concerned
by that attire, Matron.

So we had a little look-see
in lost property on our way here.

- Didn't we?
- We did.

It'll suit you.

Promise.

Well, that's cute.
My grandma used to have a dog just like it.

Poppy, I think your jumper
is the cat's pyjamas.

Come on, girls.
In you go. Hurry up. Upstairs.

Don't push. Don't push. Plenty of room.
Come on. Here we go.

- Come on, Poppy! Jump!
- Poppy! Jump!

I can't find my sanitiser!
I can't find my sanitiser!

- You left it in the dorm!
- Oh, my God, no!

Ew!

Ew!

Oh, my God, look.

- Oh, hello.
- Hi.

Ew! Gross!

- Where are we going?
- To our favourite shop.

Cancer research?

Girls, I'm all about finding a cure,
but considering I flunked chemistry,

I don't know how much help I'm going to be.
And BTW, which, FYI, means "By the way,"

- this is supposed to be shopping time.
- We're not going to be doing the research.

This is a charity shop.
The money goes to charity.

Oh, I just had a heart palpitation.

You guys are so adorable,
but we need to look really hot for the social.

- So let's go hit Oxford Street.
- I take it you flunked geography, too.

Oxford Street is in London, my friend.
This is your lot.

Josie, take that big bra off my head.
- No!

- Hey, Kate! What about this for Ascot?
- Magnificent.

Is this too workaday?

Come on now, girls.
This is a serious mission. Get a move on.

Now, Poppy, how about something
like this? Fifty pence.

It looks like someone died in it.
I'd rather stay the Yorkshire Terrier freak.

You're a Buddhist, right?
Think of it as clothing reincarnation.

Honey, even Buddha wouldn't be
caught dead in half this stuff.

Still, I guess anything's possible.
Come on. Let's do this.

Unbelievable. This season Marni.
It's sophisticated, it's elegant.

- Hot to trot?
- Check.

If we could just call this stuff vintage
and add three zeros to the price tag,

I could totally get into it.

Perfection. Operation Freddie
is well and truly underway.

Malibu moment.
Remember what I taught you guys?

- Who are we?
- Who are we?

I think he's down,
the Penny Black. Yes, dated pre-war.

- Really stupid ones.
- Oh, my God. It's Tom Cruise.

Would you like to say that any louder?
I need your help.

And I need a back wax
and a night with Michael Buble,

but we don't always get what we want.
Trudy, attend to the brows.

Yorkie fan. It's a nice dog, Yorkie.
I used to have one once. Wee Phillippe.

Got savaged to death by a badger.

- Aren't you the soufflé that didn't arise.
- Tell me about it. Okay.

I need these extensions taken out,
a seriously deep conditioning.

I'm thinking side bangs
with some buttery highlights,

and maybe a few honey tones.

And I'd like a night on Fireman Island,
but I'm afraid I'm whistling Dixie, okay?

So here's what's on offer for you.

- A tight perm.
- No.

How about this? A wee bob.
That's fun, isn't it?

- No.
- Okay. What about this?

Oh, a pineapple.

- Oh, Hawaii.
- No.

What about something
a little bit more natural?

- Natural?
- Aye. The real you.

- Natural it is.
- Radical.

Okay. Ladies, let's do this.

Oh, right now, we're gonna need
that, that, that.

Oh, no, I... Don't look at...
That's not mine. Nope.

Hey, Mummy.

Two strong teas, please,
bella, pronto!

Don't you look at me like that.

Nix that.

You ready? Okay.

- Et voilŕ.
- Wow. Thank you.

You're welcome, darling.

I'm cream-crackered.
I'll lay down and have a wee satsuma.

- You look so...
- English.

- I look like my mom.
- Is she beautiful, too?

- She was. Very.
- Sorry. Foot-in-mouth disease.

- Okay. Time for the juice. Any bright ideas?
- Leave it to me. I've got a plan.

So, Susan, do you like your new office?

I don't know what's worse,
my job or that husband of mine.

Keith from Accounts is driving me crazy.

He wants that report
on his desk by Thursday.

What's the report about?

- Business.
- What?

Do you want to buy a carpet tomorrow?

Yes. After I've dropped
the kids off at the pool.

In my saloon car.

Two bottles of Grizinski
and one of Donmatsa, please.

And two Creme Eggs, please.

Why did you order the Creme Eggs,
you idiot?

Why did you only get two, Drippy?
Now, we've got to quarter them.

- He believed us till then.
- Oh, yeah, right.

Maybe if you hadn't asked me what
Keith's report was about. Where's Poppy?

- Are you okay?
- I'm furious. Stupid Drippy.

I know. Never mind. Let's go.

Would you boys like a drink?
Now, anybody here? Come on.

Hello, hello.

Name's Nellist. Roger Nellist.
Licence to deejay.

Gosh, you look like James Bond.

I thought you might like a fruit punch.

Oh, I'll have it shaken and not stirred.

Why aren't you dancing? They're
all dressed up, waiting for you over there.

Mr Nellist.

- Harriet's coming.
- Harriet's coming.

Right, yes, yes, yes.

Mr Darcy.

What undue pleasure it is
to be afforded your company.

- Hi.
- You may only call me Mrs Darcy

when you are completely,
perfectly, incandescently happy.

Okay. Cool.

Freddie, it's me.

Of course, Harriet.

Okay, Poppy, let's get Freddie.

Lips, hips, hips, and butt.

- Hi.
- Hello, trouble. I like your hair.

What are you doing?
This is a themed costume party,

not a dwarf prostitutes' convention.

I'm so sorry.
I must say that you look incredible.

You make an excellent Shrek.
This is my favourite song. Come on.

Yeah, go on, Poppy.

Go, girlfriend. That is entirely wicked.

- Hey, you okay?
- You're awesome.

Is she okay? Shall I call an ambulance?
You can be sick in my hands if you'd like.

She's acting like she's drunk.
She should be taken to bed.

- Freddie can do the honours.
- You really are a horridious piece of work.

Mr Darcy doesn't think so.

She's just a little concussed.
She just needs some air.

- Great idea.
- Come on.

She's up to something.
Follow them. Report back to me.

- So, explain yourself, Miss Moore.
- "I'm afraid I can't explain myself, sir,

"because I am not myself right now,
you see."

- Said Alice to the Caterpillar.
- You're right. How did you know?

I was Alice in the school play.
All boys, before you look at me weirdly.

Hey.

You so don't need to play hard to get.
I'm totally into you.

Hey, come on. Calm down.

Okay. Leading lady, all-boys school,
awkward with intimacy.

Cards on the table. Are you gay?

Just English.

And I am sober and sensible,
and you, my sweet friend,

are overexcited and concussed.

I go back to school tomorrow,
but I'll be back on the 18th.

How about I see you then?

- Okay.
- I'll make a deal.

No more head-fry behaviour.
I sense it might be your forte.

I won't fry your head
if you don't poach my heart.

Deal.

Crap. Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

Fraternizing with the girls,
Freddie Kingsley, as you are well aware,

- is not allowed.
- Poppy Moore, get back inside. Immediately.

- Tell Harriet.
- She won't just shoot the messenger,

she'll skin us alive first.

- Me think not.
- We think not.

Nice work, Kate.

So, is Operation Freddie
well and truly underway?

God knows. Harriet didn't come,

so it just depends on whether Tweedledum
or Tweedledee decides to tell her.

- There's nothing to worry about.
- Clearly not. Right.

We're going to have to come up
with an addendum to Plan B.

Isn't it ironic how my ticket out of here
just might be the reason I want to stay?

I mean, one of the reasons, anyways.

Someone call Al Gore.
I think the ice queen is melting.

What an excellent night.

Eight boys have actually come up
and directly spoken to me.

Now, for all you lovers out there.

It's your final chance.
It's the last dance.

- Come on.
- Come on.

- Last dance, everybody! Come on!
- There's something I have to tell you.

We already know. You wax your bum.

- Not quite, but similar ballpark.
- You haven't done it, have you?

No. I mean, I couldn't admit it back home,
so I kind of lied, but I'm a total nun.

Welcome to the nunnery.

I'm loving angels instead

Come on, girls. If we lose today
we're out of the championships again.

Perhaps you'd like
to explain last night to me. Kate?

I'm sorry.
We just got a little bit carried away.

Well, as I understand it,
Drippy got totally carried away

by Mr Nellist and Miss Rees-Withers
after she lay in a pool of her own vomit.

Actually, it was Kate's vomit, Mrs Kingsley.
I was just lying in it.

I expect better of you two.

You know the values
we stand for at Abbey Mount.

And as for you, Poppy,
I don't know whether to be pleased

that you've finally made some friends here,
or furious that you've led them astray.

Dismissed.

Not you, Miss Moore.

I gave your father my word
that I'd try and help you,

but I'll be honest,
you're making it awfully difficult.

You're cleverer and better than this, Poppy.
Why don't you give yourself a chance? Try.

Try at something.
Show him that you can rise to the occasion.

Because judging by the outfits
you created last night,

when you put your mind to something,
you can do it.

Don't give up on yourself.

Because I haven't.
And neither has your father.

Now off you go.

I really do feel sick.

- What did she want?
- Nothing. Just a good spa destination.

Come on, guys.

God, I feel really vile.

I think I'm going to puke. Seriously, Poppy,
you're gonna have to take my place.

There's only seven minutes left.

Oh, cripes!

- Poppy can take my place.
- Don't worry, Miss Rees-Withers.

We'll play one man down.
We don't want to carry dead weight.

- No offence.
- None taken.

But seeing as how you don't want
me playing on your team,

well, I'm frigging playing.

Into the bucket.

Josie, on the wing! Poppy, go long!

All right. Wow, okay.

Let's just pretend the ball is the last
size five pair of Manolos at Barneys.

Okay.

Let's pull it out the bag. Offence. Yeah.
Eyes on the prize. Josie, come on.

Eye on the prize. Oh, my God.
Okay. Josie, help!

Poppy, roll over it and pick it up!

Yeah! You go, girlfriend.

You dunk that bitch.
You see the goal, Josie.

Focus, focus. Do you see the goal?

Way to go!

And finally, in news as shocking
as the fall of the Berlin Wall,

our under-18 lacrosse team

has gone through to the second round
of the county championships

for the first time since 1976.

To sign up for extra practise,
please see Harriet...

My apologies.
No, it seems you should see Poppy Moore.

All right, people.
Choose a goal buddy.

From now on each sentence starts
with "I will," not "I want to."

I will want to saliva vomit
if we have to call each other buddy.

Shut up. Hit it.
I'm giving us an aggression makeover.

Go, go! Crawl, crawl, crawl!
Who is that, Kiki? Kiki!

Get it! That's okay. Pick it up, scoop it!

Pass it, pass it.
Come on, faster, faster, faster!

This is ridiculous.
Come on, play like you mean it, maybe try.

Call the ball. "Mine."
"I got it." "Your ball."

Come on, Josie.
- Josie, you're pretty good.

Josie...
- Pass the ball!

Go on, Kate! Go on! Shoot!

Congratulations once again
to our under-18 lacrosse team

who beat Bodley Girls on Saturday, 5-2.
Well done.

Come on, you guys!
Come on, up and together.

Come on, shake it like this, Kiki.
Come on, come on. What is this?

Go! Go! Come on, Josie!

Come on. Quicker, quicker, quicker!

- Josie, come on! Yeah!
- Kiki! Go, your ball!

Shoot, Kiki, shoot!

And the groundbreaking news

is that Abbey Mount is through
to the lacrosse championship final.

Dear Ruby, today's my big date
with the headmistress' son, Freddie.

Wish me luck, I may be out
of here before you know it.

Lover boy's waiting outside for you.

But remember,
you want someone to catch you out.

- So stay near school, and good luck.
- Thanks. Fingers crossed.

Freddie Kingsley. Nice to finally see you
when I'm not delirious or half naked.

Don't speak too soon.

And is it wrong for me to say that
I'm just a teeny bit disappointed?

- Come on, trouble. Let's hit the road.
- Hey, I thought maybe we could

take a romantic stroll
around the school grounds.

And get caught?
Are you out of your mind?

Call me old-fashioned,
but I actually do quite like living.

I thought you said you could drive.

It's not my fault
your stupid car doesn't work.

- Have you ever thought of changing gears?
- That's the car's job.

Turn right here.

- We drive on the left in this country.
- Whatever.

And so I threw the whole lot
over the cliff.

My dad went mental, as Drippy would say.
Drippy says I was crazy,

but Kate said she would have done
exactly the same in my position.

Sorry, chattering away like this.
Feel free to shut me up.

Well, remind me
never to get on your bad side.

But the thing is,
I'm pretty sure you don't have one.

- Here you go, trouble.
- Bread and fries, that's my treat?

If I affect your life in no other way,

then allow me this honour,
the humble chip butty.

Here we go.

Kind of gross, but I like it.

You know, this is one of the best dates I...

The best date I've ever had.

There's something about you, Poppy Moore.

Every moment I'm with you,
I catch my breath.

Clutch.

Guys. Guess what? You'll never believe it.

- What happened?
- "Dear Ruby,

"you cannot imagine
how retarded these idiots are.

"They're a bunch of ugly losers
who think a mani-pedi is a Latin greeting.

"I despise these village idiots,

"but I have to pretend to like them
so they'll help me get out of this hell hole.

"I tried doing it on my own,
and it was impossible.

"Still, they're so thick
they'll never realise.

"I'll be out of this asylum
by the end of term."

I didn't write that.
Hardly any of it, just the loser part.

- But that was weeks ago.
- Well, it's dated today.

And it's from your e-mail address.

- Where did you get it?
- It was taped to the door.

You're a seriously horridious cow.

Come on, guys.

- You have to believe me.
- Just forget it, okay?

- Why would you do that?
- You can't believe I actually wrote this.

All we did was to try to make
your life here happier, Poppy.

I thought we were friends.

So, all I have to do is hook up
with the headmistress' son,

and it's a sure thing
that they expel me.

He's a total English dweeb.
Pretty gross but an easy target.

Give me a week, tops.

I can explain.

Please, I really
need to talk to you.

Can't right now.
You know, the limo's coming in five,

and I have nada to wear.

- Where are you going?
- Nick's house.

Not the Jimmy Choos.
They don't match, for Christ's sake.

Rubes, I just need some advice.
Something really bad has happened.

Crap. Fashion emergency.
Got to go. See you soon as.

- Love you.
- Love you more.

Sorry, Roddy. Couldn't get rid of her.
What was I saying?

- Roddy? Babe?
- No, Ruby. Still me. Babe.

Shit.

Shit.

Kate. Kate, quick. Wake up.

What's wrong now?
- I didn't mean to do it.

It was an accident. I thought I put it out.
I thought I'd stopped it.

I don't know what happened.
I didn't want to hurt anybody.

- Jesus, Poppy. You're a proper psycho.
- Help me get everyone up before it spreads.

Josie. Josie, get up.
Josie, there's a fire. Get up.

Fire! Fire, everyone get up!

Fire! It's a real fire! Get out of bed!
Get up, it's a fire.

This isn't a practise. You guys, get up.

Come on, darling, get up.
It's a fire, it's not a drill.

Josie...
- No, I'm not getting up!

Get up, we're on fire!

It's a real fire! Please, everybody get up!

- Phoebe Faircloff.
- Here.

- Susan Casey.
- Here.

Let me out! Let me out!

Check the pressure on tank three.

Charlie, take the first position.

- Daisy Bevin?
- Here.

- Can't hear you, Daisy.
- Here.

Jennifer Logan.

Jennifer? Has anyone seen Drippy?

Come on, girls!
Who was the last person to see Drippy?

Freezer. Drippy's in the freezer!

Poppy, come back.

- Stay back, girls.
- Stop her!

Drippy! Drippy!

Drippy!

What's going on?

You're a very foolish, very brave girl.

All right, off to the ambulance now.

My God.

- What do you think happened?
- Don't know yet.

We're lucky, could've been a lot worse.

Well done, Poppy.
- You saved us. You were brilliant.

- Hey. I believe this is yours.
- Thank you.

Do you realise you could have killed her?

Thank you.
Well done. Thanks, Poppy.

- You could have killed all of us.
- Didn't mean to.

I thought I'd stopped it. I swear.

I don't understand.
I heard footsteps, and then I put it out.

I was just so upset at everything,
and I wish I hadn't done it.

I really wish you hadn't done it, too.

Someone here knows
exactly what happened last night.

What we're clear on is
that this fire was no accident.

If you have the sense to own up,
no legal charges will be filed.

If not, it will be passed on
to the local authorities.

You have until the end of the day
to come forward.

Dear Freddie,
how can I begin to say I'm sorry?

You are good and honest and true,
and, well, I'm the opposite.

But I'm learning.
So now I'm going to do the right thing.

And if it means I have to leave here,

I just want you to know,
I promise you I never wrote that e-mail.

For a moment there, yeah,
you were my ticket out of here.

But then I got to know you.

I have never felt this way before
about anyone

and I really need you to know that.

Come in.

Oh, what can I do for you, Poppy?

It's what I used to start it.

It was an accident,
and I thought I put it out.

But I guess not. Obviously not.

Oh, Poppy.

You realise what this means, don't you?

- Will I be expelled?
- The Honour Court will decide,

but I suspect you'll understand
that it's just a formality at this point.

The weird thing is
I really did try to turn it around.

I didn't want to disappoint you.
I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, too, Poppy.

Do you think maybe
you could give this to Freddie for me?

I told her it was me.

I'm going to the Honour Court,
and then I'll be leaving.

So, this is for you.

Well done. You finally got what you wanted.
You must be overjoyed.

- I couldn't be more unhappy.
- Please. Give it a rest.

Mom?

- Hey, I've been looking for you.
- Hi.

- So you backed out of our deal.
- What deal?

- That you won't fry my head.
- Yeah.

But you poached my heart.

Hey. Come on.

What if it doesn't have a moral?
Or says Alice.

I think I just fell down the rabbit hole
and found it.

Look.

- She looks exactly like you.
- Yeah. She was my mom.

She went to this school. I didn't even know.

Well, guess it's time to face the music now.

Josie, I'm never wrong.
When am I ever wrong?

You're wrong when we did
the math challenge.

Hey! She's confessed.
She's going to Honour Court this afternoon.

- That's brave.
- And really stupid.

Because guess what I've discovered.

It is with great regret and sadness
that we call the Honour Court to session.

The e-mails were sent 11:40 in the morning.
But according to Drippy,

Poppy left the computer room
a few minutes after 11:00.

I got my 11:00 Wagon Wheel,
then I went to tell her Freddie was waiting.

She left immediately.

I was able to access the keystroke order
of the root file

to find out
who else was logged on there then.

- And guess who the only other person was?
- Who?

It will henceforth be our job to objectively

and dispassionately ascertain
what happened that fateful night

that will hence to forth long blight
the memory of this proud institution.

And when you think about it,
Poppy would never say "term."

She calls it a bloody samosa or something.

- "Semester."
- Whatever. Anyway, to check the reality,

I had a sneaky look
in her diary for Friday's entry.

Don't do that.
- Shut up and listen.

"I think, deep breath, I kind of love them
like proper friends I've known forever.

"They've made me say words
like "horridious" and "herbal."

"Which is sort of whack, and I'd probably
hate them if I wasn't one of them.

"But I like that I am now one of them."

Apart from some
atrocious spelling mistakes,

it's all a bit more kosher, don't you think?

And now she's going to get thrown out.

It is your duty

to understand the dark forces
that drove a seemingly...

Harriet? May I remind you
that the Honour Court

is no place
for your personal grandstanding,

and that Poppy has a right to speak
in her own defence

before the Court as a whole
passes judgement?

Thank you, Mrs Kingsley.

I won't insult everybody
by trying to defend myself or my actions.

So, I think it's safe to say that
I've really messed up.

And I apologise profusely.
But I'm also so grateful to you all.

I tried really hard to
get out of this school,

and only now do I realise
just how much I want to stay.

I've learnt so much being here.
Being with all of you.

And in some ways being with my mom,

who I found out was actually a student here.

I've had a hole in my heart for five years,

and somehow being here,
it slowly started to heal.

I know I may have looked
like a California girl,

but in my heart I've discovered
that I really am an Abbey Mount girl.

Objection! Sustained.

The court will heretofore disregard
the previous statement

and perhaps heretofore
we can begin the real business.

Can you tell us, in your own words,

where were you
on the aforementioned evening of...

Honestly, Harriet.
Who else's words do you expect her to use?

- Just leave this to me.
- Right. Sustained.

Poppy, were you in the cook's sitting room
on the night of the fire?

Yes, I was.

- Were you there with permission?
- No. I was not.

- Quiet, please. Silence in court.
- Did you intend on starting a fire?

- Not really.
- Objection!

- Does the defendant mean yes or no?
- Harriet.

It means no,
I had no intention of actually doing it.

- Was anyone else with you?
- Not as far as I know.

I was.

I was.

- I was.
- I was.

- I was.
- I was.

- I was.
- I was.

I was.

- I was.
- I was.

Objection! Stop! Order!

- I was.
- Stop it!

- Come on.
- I was.

This is ridiculous!
What are you all doing? You're lying.

- They're lying, Mrs Kingsley.
- Harriet, you're going down, biatch.

This is a conspiracy.
You can't expel the whole year,

- and they know that.
- Be quiet, Harriet! Sit down, everyone.

It's a black-and-white case.
She has to be expelled.

The girl set fire to the school,
endangering all our precious lives.

She walked in there, lighter at the ready,
and tried to burn the place down.

- Lighter?
- Not now, Jane.

- Have respect for court protocol.
- What lighter, Harriet?

Jesus, Charlotte,
how daft can you possibly be?

That ridiculous "I heart LA" lighter of hers.
She left it behind, for God's sakes.

Except, how do you know that, Harriet?
No one's mentioned a lighter before.

What? Yes, they have.

- Objection.
- Actually, Harriet, they haven't.

I have to second Jane's question, Harriet.
How did you know about that lighter?

Well, I...

Freddie found the lighter
before anyone saw it.

How could you possibly know unless...
Unless you were there?

This is absurd. I refuse to sit
here and listen to these wild...

I had put it out. And I heard footsteps.
It must have been you.

Oh, my God.
You restarted the fire, didn't you?

- Harriet, is this true?
- Of course not.

It all makes sense now. I knew it.
I think I'm innocent.

- We think so, too.
- You're not!

You awful bitch!

You've turned this school upside down.
You've ruined everything.

You started it.
I only finished what you started!

Harriet? My office, now.

Okay, suckers, show time.
Let's open a can of whoop-ass.

You can do it.

Let's go, Abbey Mount!

Come on, girls.

Take it. Come on!

Come on, guys.
We can bring it back. Let's go.

You got it!

- Mrs Kingsley?
- Oh, Mr Moore, you made it.

- Yes, I did.
- Please, come and take a seat.

- Did I miss much?
- No, not at all.

- Where's Poppy?
- She's right there.

She's the spitting image of her mother,
isn't she?

She most certainly is.

Come on, Abbey Mount!
Take it out there. Come on.

Come on, Abbey Mount. Let's go!

Two, four, six, eight
Stowe girls are really great.

I don't know. You're trying really hard.
It's just great, great, great.

We're two-nil up.
They've got no possession whatsoever.

All right, ladies.
There's only one thing for it. Let's go.

Who are we?

- Abbey Mount!
- Abbey Mount!

Who are we?

- Abbey Mount!
- Abbey Mount!

What are we?

A leading single-sex school
admitting boarders at age 11.

Wrong! We're winners!

- Come on!
- Pass it, Poppy!

Come along, girls. Well done.

- Abbey Mount.
- Abbey Mount.

Pass to Poppy, quick.

Come on, Poppy.

This is our last chance.
Let's make it count!

Kiki!

Drippy!

Why would you pass it to me? Oh, my God.
Okay. Somebody, help me.

Where is everyone? Who do I pass it to?
Jane! Jane! Where are you?

- Yes!
- They did it, they did it! Yes!

I told you, you could do it. I told you.

Poppy.

Dad? My dad! My dad!
What are you doing here?

Mrs Kingsley called.
She told me you found out about Mom.

Why didn't you just tell me, Dad?

I'm sorry, Poppy.
I thought it might make you too sad.

I did know that you needed to breathe
a different kind of air, though.

Did I do the right thing?

You did. Did you know Mom
was captain of the lacrosse team?

Yes.

And I also know that she is
incredibly proud of you right now.

As am I.

Daddy, put your back into it.

- Harriet. We think you forgot this.
- Harriet. We think you forgot this.

Methinks so, too.

Mummy!

Who are we?

Fire!

Major bloody SULA.

- Who's Ruby?
- Nobody.

Just some horridious cow I used to know.

- Can't do it.
- No way!

You're completely insane.

- Are you guys ready?
- No.

One.

- Two, three.
- Two, three.

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