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I have sad news, girls.

Despite all efforts, I have no alternative

but to finalise the sale of Malory Towers to Mr Thomas.

Today is our last day.

He intends to knock down the building

so the school must close.

He arrives at eleven to sign the contract.

Please, be on your best behaviour

and make me proud.

- He can't. - There must be something we can do.

I know this is upsetting.

The building may close, but remember

the friends you've made at Malory Towers

are yours for life.

Will you be opening somewhere else?

I hope so, yes.

But that won't be possible for some years to come.

I'm sorry. I've let you down

but you have also let yourselves down.

You haven't lived up to the standards we set Malory Towers girls

and this must be set right before you leave the school.

Ellen was accused of theft. Wrongly.

But we know the real thief is in the form.

In this very room.

The girl responsible must come forward. Today.

This is her last chance to do the honourable thing.

But if she doesn't, and you know who she is

then you must tell us.

Or you, too, will be guilty of helping the thief get away with her crime.

This is not tale-telling.

It is truth telling.

I'll miss this so much.

I'll miss you.

Ron! Have you heard the news?

We got our notices last night.

But what will you do?

I'll find something.

I'll write, I promise. We can still be friends.

Come up to the school later, say a proper goodbye?

Darrell, wait!

I found this on the beach.

Isn't this Georgina's mirror?

And that's Alicia's.

Why on earth are they on the beach?

There's something I need to...

I need to explain...

- what... - Gwen! What are you doing here?

I'm waiting to say goodbye to Miss Grayling

and thank her for everything she's done for me.

You are a good sort, Gwen.

I... I am so sorry I let your mother's parcel fall yesterday.

I hope you don't get in trouble.

I'd really rather not talk about it.

Come in with us. We're going to give her our card

and Mary-Lou's drawing.

Mr Parker's in there. And I've been waiting ages.

I'll come back later.

Well, don't congratulate me yet. I've still to pop the question.

"Pop the question"? Does he mean...

And Kenneth, if I can arrange for you to use the chapel this summer...

- I will. - Thank you.

He does! A wedding! How romantic.

Mr Parker's getting married.

Well, he kept that under his hat. Who to, I wonder.

I saw the mirror glinting and the pen was nearby.

Look!

Something else here!

Isn't this the spot where Mary-Lou fell off the cliff?

That was here? She's lucky to be alive.

This is where the cliff fell down

and where that cross of Lady Jane's you were looking for came down.

Sally, do you recognise this?

Is that the parcel Mary-Lou was taking to the post?

Yes, it is.

"Mrs SLM Lacey."

Why would our stolen things be in Gwen's parcel to her mother?

Let me see?

I don't know what you're talking about.

My mother and I were victims of theft.

And even if I was the thief

why would I send the stolen goods to my mother?

It wasn't you who addressed the parcel though, was it?

This is Mary-Lou's handwriting.

You did steal these things, didn't you?

- No! - Gwen, don't lie!

I'm not.

I acquired them, yes, but I didn't steal.

I planned to give them back to you.

I don't believe you.

Why, Gwen? Why would you take our belongings?

Please don't tell Miss Grayling.

It was a mistake. You don't understand.

You heard Miss Grayling. If you don't confess yourself

of course we have to tell.

But first you must identify the items, so we can return them.

This is Jean's sewing kit.

This is my hanky. I didn't even know it was missing!

Whose is this?

I don't know. I've never seen that before.

I'll open it. That'll tell us who.

- What? - What is it?

"Lady Jane Malory"?

Oh, my...

And this must be Fast Jack.

What was that doing on the beach?

Could it be Lady Jane's treasure?

That sounds like it needs investigating.

Let's go check the inventory with Miss Grayling.

You're coming with us, Gwen to confess. Come on.

Oh, if you think you're getting your mitts on my kippers.

What does it matter now?

Here.

So that's your name...

I suppose it fits...

Matron?

Matron!

We've come to collect our health certificates.

They... they're on my desk. Help yourselves.

Wait. Matron, have you heard that Mr Par...

Nothing.

What?

Did you see how sad she looked?

Malory Towers, it's her life.

I'm sure she knows other people have exciting things to move on to

but... let's not rub it in.

What will she do when the school closes?

Is she going to be alone?

Miss Grayling? Miss Grayling? Can we come in?

Miss Grayling?

It's not right for us to go in, not if she's not in here.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

You're right.

I'll just wait outside.

Not on your nelly! You're not leaving.

Yes! Look, there was a locket on the inventory of treasures.

Could it be there are other treasures on the beach?

They would have been washed away long since...

Except we found the locket right under where Mary-Lou fell.

So?

So, what if the cross, and the treasure beneath it

wasn't washed out to sea.

You mean it could be lodged into the side of the cliff?

If it was when Mary-Lou fell

her kicking at the cliff-face could have disturbed it?

What if it's all still there?

Mr Thomas arrives at eleven o'clock.

That's 20 minutes.

We'll go look for the other treasures on the beach.

You find Miss Grayling and tell her

that she cannot sign the contract till we're back.

If the jewels are as valuable as Miss Grayling says

she won't need to sell. We could save the school.

Gwen! Not so fast. You're coming with me.

If I'm going to hold off Miss Grayling from signing

I'm gonna need your wheedling skills.

"Wheedling skills"?

Alicia, I've never wheedled in my entire life.

What?

Come on, Gwen.

It's all just so sad. And poor Matron and Miss Grayling.

They lose their jobs and their home.

I've got a corner of fruitcake left. Matron loves cake.

I just wish I had time to do her a drawing.

Look.

It can't be!

I don't understand.

Is she possibly...

is Matron Mr Parker's sweetheart?

Here, Kenny... here, kitty-kitty.

Don't worry, Ellen. We will find him.

We must. If the school's closing. We can't just abandon him here.

Jean, Ellen, we need you!

Listen. We think we've found Lady Jane's missing treasure!

What?

So, Miss Grayling might not have to sell the school.

Mr Thomas arrives at eleven.

Alicia is asking Miss Grayling to hold off signing till we get back

but see if you can stall him too. Do whatever it takes!

We've looked everywhere.

Her quarters, the staff room, the garden.

Oh, well. Never mind.

You don't want to find her, do you?

Of course, I do.

You'd rather the school close

so then you don't have to confess.

But I'm gonna make you own up, no matter what.

You don't deserve mercy.

You're so mean.

I'm glad Miss Grayling decided against a final assembly.

You'd have probably dragged me in there and denounced me.

Assembly. The hall!

You're right. That's where she is. Quick!

It's the one place we haven't looked!

Maybe he's not coming. Maybe it's all off.

There he is!

Oh no. It's a squirrel.

No, it is him! Look!

What are we going to do?

There's nothing here! Darrell?

Sally! What about over there?

Anything?

It was always a long shot. We'd better go.

Wait! What's that?

If it was Lady Jane's, the jewels are long gone.

Hang about. There's a secret compartment!

Pearls, rubies, sapphires, emeralds.

These must be worth thousands!

Quick! You should get back.

- Maybe we can save the school. - If we get to Miss Grayling in time.

Thank you, Ron. Thank you!

Miss Grayling! Miss Grayling!

Good gracious, girls! Is there an emergency?

Yes! Darrell and Sally have found the treasure!

Well, at least they think they have.

It's on the beach, they're getting it now.

- Don't sign the contract! - Oh, girls.

The treasure was lost centuries ago, it won't be on the beach.

It is! We have proof.

Where's the locket?

In the dorm or in the study?

Please, just wait while we get it.

Alicia.

I understand why you want to delay the inevitable

but these tactics are beneath you and they must stop now.

Is there a reason Mr Thomas is late?

What a lovely motor car.

The shiny bits are very shiny.

Ow, it's hot!

Mr Thomas, I think I burnt my hand.

No, I really have burnt my hand.

Perhaps you should go to the sanatorium.

Now, I have somewhere to be.

No!

Excuse me. I'm going inside.

No, wait. Mr Thomas, please, your coat...

coat is stuck in the car door.

What is it about this school and my suits?

What is the meaning of this, girls?

Welcome, Mr Thomas. Shall we go inside?

"So, I...

the undersigned

sign ownership of Malory Towers to Mr Francis Thomas."

Miss Grayling, stop!

Don't sign! We've found the treasure.

Enough. I have made my position on this quite clear.

No, please, look.

We have Lady Jane's jewels.

Someone's raided the costume trunk.

They're real.

Miss Grayling doesn't want to sell our school

and these mean she doesn't have to!

Girls, please don't talk to Mr Thomas like that.

Thank you. Now Miss Grayling, if we could sign.

Darrell. Sally.

It was wrong of you to go to the beach without permission.

But thank goodness you did. Thank you, girls!

Look here, could we get back to business?

Mr Thomas

I'm afraid I've changed my mind.

I won't be signing the sale agreement after all.

Malory Towers will remain standing.

So, it's real, then? It really is the Malory treasure?

Oh, yes.

Of that, I have no doubt.

- We actually did it! - I can't believe it!

- Darrell! Sally. - It's so amazing!

I hope my help finding Miss Grayling will help you

to look more favourably upon my error of judgement.

It's not up to us, Gwen.

Miss Grayling is the one who decides if you come back next year.

I apologise with all my heart for any inconvenience

and of course, I'll pay any legal fees incurred.

Now, where's my daughter? Georgina?

Goodbye, Miss Grayling.

Goodbye, Georgina. I do hope you'll be back

perhaps with your own daughters.

Come on then, girl. Let's not waste any more time here.

Georgina!

Your mirror!

Oh, I wondered where that had got to. Thank you.

I didn't realise how much I was gonna miss this place

till right now.

Come along.

The sooner we're out of here, the better.

Georgina? Shall we?

I suppose you are going to expel me.

You have admitted your offence

and that is in your favour.

But Gwen...

taking other people's belongings is a very serious matter.

I am not a Malory Towers girl, am I?

I don't deserve to be here.

Do you want to be a Malory Towers girl?

Yes! More than anything, I do.

And do you have the qualities?

Sometimes.

I can do the right thing, like when I rescued Mary-Lou

but I find it difficult to keep it up all the time.

But I want to. I do!

I still believe in you, Gwen, and I would give you a second chance.

- Thank you! - But ultimately

now that the school is staying open

it must be in the hands of your form.

- Oh, no... - Oh, yes.

It is they who would be sharing a classroom and a dormitory with you.

You must tell them why you stole

and they will decide whether you are still one of them or not.

Yes. I think we're in room 17.

The bell. Let's go.

- Is that a telegram? - I hope it's not bad news.

It's from my parents.

I suppose they've changed their minds about the hols.

Perhaps I'll be staying after all.

My old skating coach is managing the Canadian junior team.

They've offered me a trial.

That's marvellous, isn't it?

But if I get in, I'll be gone a whole year.

Representing Canada. It's amazing.

I'd miss you all so much.

Even me?

Gwen, where have you been?

I went to Miss Grayling. I confessed.

Well? What did she say?

She said it was up to you all if you'll let me stay.

If we are to make a decision

we need to understand why you did it.

I started stealing things because my father stopped my pocket money.

Why didn't you tell us? We would've helped you out.

I just couldn't.

I was ashamed.

But you weren't ashamed to steal?

I didn't really think of it as stealing.

- None of you really like me. - That's not true.

Sometimes we don't like the things you do, but you can change that.

Well, I... I saw all the pretty things

and how much you loved them

and somehow, I...

I felt less lonely

knowing your special things were in my trunk.

That's really sad.

It's really bad.

I suppose it's a mixture of both, really.

Go on, Gwen.

I did try and give you your things back.

I managed it with your lucky coin

but it was so hard

so I sent them away.

Your handkerchief.

I never meant to keep all of your things.

What about Ellen?

I never stole anything from Ellen.

You did.

You took my reputation and my good name.

I'm sorry, Ellen.

Really, truly, I am. I...

I expect you will hate me even more than you did before.

None of you are going to want me to stay here.

We'll put it to a vote.

I can't bear it.

I know what I deserve.

I'll just go.

- Good riddance. - Wait.

Alicia was forgiven for accusing me of being the thief

and I was forgiven... for cheating.

Doesn't Gwen deserve a second chance too?

I agree with Ellen.

Yes, me too.

Me three.

I agree.

Well, it shouldn't be down to me, should it?

As I'm going to be going next year.

So, if you're all in agreement...

Gwen...

we all want you to stay, but you have to turn over a new leaf.

I will, I promise.

Nothing crossed.

I hope you put your bathers in your nightcase.

The first thing we'll do when we get to mine is go for a dip!

Are you sure you're all right about Gwen?

It's not that. It's just...

I wish I'd found my cat.

- Who will feed him over the summer? - Let's go find him.

I'm not getting on that coach till we do.

Let's check the grounds!

What is this? A mothers' meeting?

I'm afraid you'll be on your own these hols, Matron.

Don't miss me, will you?

No chance of that. I have company of my own this summer.

"Company," Matron?

I suppose you could say that Kenny and I have come to an understanding.

I told you. You heard Miss Grayling call Mr Parker "Kenneth".

I was right. Matron and "Kenny".

Now! The coach will be here soon. Come along.

Here, kitty-kitty...

I wish I hadn't already found myself another position.

We were lucky to have you for as long as we did.

Oh, and I see someone who's even luckier.

- Take care! - Bye!

Oh, Poppy! You look absolutely stunning.

Oh, my goodness...

Did he just kiss her?

She is his sweetheart, Irene.

But, aren't you his intended, Matron?

We saw him propose, on one knee.

Oh, child. You'll be the death of me.

I was trying to coax the cat from under the cabinet.

Mr Parker was helping me get him out.

I'd choose a cat over a man any day.

But you said, "Kenny..."

Kenny! You found my cat!

- Oh, Matron, you found him! - Thank goodness!

So, you've been looking after the cat all year.

Well, with your permission

I'll look after him, and he'll look after me this summer.

Yes!

Goodbye, Malory Towers.

Thank you for the adventures and... see you next term!