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"The life and death of Lady Jean Malory."

Hey, Darrell.

Look what my brother sent me.

"Enjoy, but don't be greedy."

Candy? Who'd like one?

No!

What?

They'll be trick sweets, like last term.

And I could taste soap in my mouth for a week.

Don't be such babies. Mary-Lou, give 'em a try.

No, thank you very much.

I'll try one.

At least someone here is not a complete chicken.

Maybe, just...

This little one?

I told you...

- What do we do? - Somebody help her.

Is she okay?

Only joking. It's delicious.

See? Fortune favours the bold. Who's next?

Well, if they're really not trick sweets

perhaps I'll try one.

Just look at the size of these cherry slices.

Don't be such a greedy guts, Mary-Lou!

Gwen, your teeth!

I'm sure it will brush out. No need to look so blue.

What is all this noise?

Sweets?

I'll be confiscating those, thank you very much.

- But, Matron... - You'll get them back

at the end of term.

Right, bed. Quickly, please.

This will never come off.

So, on that dark, misty night

Lady Jane crept out of Malory Towers

to elope with her love.

The highwayman, Fast Jack?

Don't interrupt.

From his window

her father saw Jack help Jane onto his horse

and he followed.

Did he catch them?

Worse. Chased them.

Galloping, scared, their horse lost its way

and Jane's father heard the sound of the hoofbeat stop!

Then a bloodcurdling scream

as they plummeted over the cliff

to their watery graves.

How awful.

- At least they died together. - I meant for the horse.

Now, Lady Jane's tragic ghost wanders the halls.

Some girls say they've felt her frozen hands

clutching their shoulders.

Desperate to be saved from the icy depths.

You lot, stop your chatting

and get back into your own beds or I'll go fetch Matron.

Good night...

Night, all.

This is all our fault.

We made fun of the ghost and now she's sent us a sign!

What do you think she wants?

Maybe to wash our hands?

Don't touch it!

It's just strawberry jam.

Your handiwork I presume?

I had nothing to do with it.

Told you.

Strange things happen at Malory Towers.

Whoever it was needs to jolly well clean it up.

Sally? Come on.

Wasn't me.

Oh, it says here

that in this very garden domestic servants of Malory Towers

not only aired their laundry but folded it too.

Fascinating, isn't it?

Not really, Mary-Lou.

No, don't suppose it is.

Anyone seen Alicia? I'm supposed to go swimming with her.

No sign of her since lunch.

She'll have to miss this one, I guess.

I say, you two have become rather chummy.

Yeah, my brothers are pretty smart.

Come along, girls. Allez.

You don't want to be late for your lesson.

Mam'zelle Rougier. Her classes are so boring.

Wait. I know something we can do but I'm going to need your help.

Go on.

Today, we are going to learn something

that I think you will find quite interesting.

The reflexive pronoun.

Now, open your books to chapter four.

Darrell Rivers, what are you doing?

You said to throw our books on the floor.

I most certainly did not.

Darrell's been given drops for an ear infection, Mam'zelle

so you'll have to speak up.

Darrell, is this true?

Darrell? Darrell.

If I speak this loud, can you hear?

No, I'm not allowed to drink beer.

Not beer, hear! Hear.

Oh, silence maintenant.

Girls, you forget yourselves.

This is quite enough of this giddiness.

Jean, you think this is funny?

Silence, Mary-Lou, please!

"Hairy blue cheese"?

Silence maintenant, silence!

What's happening in here? Is there a reason for all this noise?

I'm sorry, Miss Potts.

The girls are quite giddy this morning.

Darrell Rivers says she can't hear.

Perhaps if you sat at the front of the class

it wouldn't be such a problem.

Matron.

I'm afraid I have quite a big favour to ask.

The model for the first form life drawing class has been taken ill.

Would you have any objection to posing?

You are too kind, Matron, too kind.

We're lucky to have you.

Yeah. Class dismissed.

I nearly collapsed when you said you couldn't drink beer.

That was too much.

It's great to have another fun girl in North Tower.

I'll save you a seat in art.

I'll be right behind you.

"Little Miss Popular."

But do you really think

Alicia's going to be best friends with a girl like you?

I do hope you're not jealous.

Because the last thing you need is green eyes

to go with those blue teeth.

Very good, girls. Pencils down. Your hour is up.

Let's have a show of appreciation for our Valkyrie shield maiden.

- Thank you, Matron. - Thank you so much, Matron

That was too funny.

Looks like Gwen isn't the only greedy one around here.

We have to tell the others about this. Come on.

The girls in West Tower are going to be in fits.

One moment, please.

Yes?

Sorry to call on you so late

but I wanted you to have that.

It's bicarbonate of soda

to get the blue stain out of your teeth.

But I'm afraid those horrid girls played the same mean trick on me.

They're always picking on me.

Oh, you poor thing! Which girls?

Well, I'm not one to tattle, but...

Lady Jane?

Irene?

Irene, what are you doing?

Irene? Irene? Irene?

But it wasn't the ghost, was it?

It was Irene sleepwalking.

Sleep eating.

Well, it certainly explains why I'm never hungry in the morning.

And why I sometimes find jam in my hair.

You should tell Matron. My father's a doctor.

He says sleepwalking's a serious matter.

Darrell's right. Come on Irene, let's go see Matron.

Darrell, we could've got into all kinds of mischief tonight

and blamed it on Irene's sleepwalking.

You don't really mean that, do you?

Course I do. Now, what are you doing at break?

I was thinking

we could finally squeeze that swim in.

I'd love to, but I have to finish the project for Miss Potts.

Every time I check it, I find more mistakes.

Potty's the teacher, it's her job to find mistakes, not yours.

Come on, I owe you a swim. We'll go straight after history

and you can hand in Miss Potts' essay on the way.

What are you doing? Hurry up, we're gonna be late!

What? I can't hear you. I've got water in my ears.

They're completely blocked.

It's not funny.

It's funnier than you could possibly imagine.

Guess who we have next class.

Darrell Rivers. Darrell Rivers. Darrell Rivers.

Were you not told to sit in the front of the class?

Sorry, Mam'zelle. Did you say something?

I'm afraid I can't hear a thing. My ears are blocked.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

I will have no shame on me.

But, Mam'zelle, it's true. Tell her!

You must believe me!

Of course, poor Darrell Rivers.

But if there is something wrong with your ear, we must call Matron.

I'm sure she would love to poke around

in that little head of yours.

- No, Mam'zelle. - Are you sure?

Because I can have Matron here just like that.

- Oui? - Terribly sorry, Mrs. Rogers.

Mademoiselle Rougier.

Can I borrow Darrell Rivers and Alicia Johns, please?

Please, Matron. They are all yours.

Mercy balcoo.

- Matron, where are we going? - You'll see.

Stop playing with your ears, girl! Do you hear me?

Yes, yes, I do. My ears have cleared.

- Yes, Matron, I hear you. - Good. Then hear this.

I know it was you two who were behind those trick sweets.

Did you really think you were going to get away with it?

Us? Whoever told you that?

That's none of your business.

Well, we'll see how funny it is

Gwen you're explaining yourselves to Miss Grayling.

- Gwen! - Gwen!

We're sorry, Matron.

We hope we don't get you into too much trouble.

You, get me into trouble?

Why would I be in trouble?

Well, Miss Grayling will know that you took a sweet for yourself.

I mean, how else would you know that they were trick sweets?

Darrell, how could you even say such a thing?

Matron would never take a sweet.

She knows better than anyone

that confiscated items are private property

and to be returned by the end of term.

It's in the school rules. Isn't that right, Matron?

Yes, of course.

I do not need you to tell me the rules.

And besides, do her teeth look blue to you?

Not at all. Although...

Yes, well, I think I've made my point.

I am going to let you off with a warning this time.

Now, out of my sight, the pair of you before I change my mind.

You know what? You and I are going to become the best of friends.

Betty?

You're back! How was your trip in Tasmania?

We missed you!

We got those blue candies and we fooled Matron!

How was your holiday?

Darrell, I've just been marking the history project.

I think you and I need to have a chat.

We'll have so much fun

tricking these first-form girls now that you're here.

I imagine you're as disappointed as I am.

But... I really tried.

Did you? I'm not so sure.

From what I hear, you're more interested

in making mischief with Alicia Johns than in your schoolwork.

What would you father think if he knew

how you were spending your time at Malory Towers?

But I work just as hard as the top girls, really I do

but it doesn't seem to make a difference.

I can hear your voice in there, Darrell.

You have so much to say. You have buckets of potential

but you must put in the work.

The best Malory Tower girls aren't always those who find it easy

but those who give it all they've got.

Off you go.

Girls were much better behaved in our day.

Would you believe that only earlier today

I was accused of eating confiscated sweets?

Me!

I said, "Excuse me

items on the confiscation shelf are private property

and the swiping of said sweets would be a violation of school rules."

Well, that shut them up.

Good afternoon.

Well, as we're still waiting for a few people

Matron, may I speak with you for a moment?

Of course.

I've been giving some thought to Irene's sleepwalking.

Oh yes. In my book, it's an accident waiting to happen.

I couldn't agree more.

And I believe I've come up with a rather elegant solution.

Although it does mean me asking for one more little favour.

I'll sleep well tonight, now that I know you're the ghost.

Please stop calling me that.

Anyway, me sleepwalking

doesn't rule out a ghost roaming the corridors too.

I hadn't thought of that.

There's no such thing as ghosts.

How can we be so sure, Sally?

Ghost of Lady Jane Malory

if you're here, make yourself known.

Miss Grayling and I have come to the decision

that until Irene's sleepwalking is under control

I'll be staying in here with you.

At least it wasn't the ghost.

No. It's much worse.

Get in bed.

Now.

Irene?

Irene?

Wait, but if you're here, who is it over...