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Kids this age get involved in all sorts of nasty things

and you really have to keep an eye out.

I'm known around the school for having an above-average sense of smell,

so I use my nose to control certain behaviors.

I like to sniff the kids most mornings

just randomly in the corridors,

checking for various odors...

um, cigarette smoke,

graffiti pens, alcohol,

cannabis, that sort of thing,

just identifying that, singling the kids out.

Stand back.

They're aware of it.

They become very nervous when they see me in the mornings.

And you can always pick the guilty ones.

But, yes, it's just one of the good things

about having a heightened sense.

- "Take deep breaths." - I do.

- "Take deep breaths." - I do.

"Count to 10."

- "Relax your body and stay calm." - Easy.

I've got Jonah on an anger management course with me.

We're gonna meet once a week.

So what would have been a better way to have reacted?

Just say, "Fuck off,"

and walk away and don't get mad.

All right.

What about some language which is less provocative?

"Get fucked"?

The break-dancing fad has instigated this.

Yesterday this year-seven dancer called Keiran

turned up at school wearing the same tracksuit that Jonah was wearing.

He's a shit break-dancer and a homo.

- Jonah... - He can't break-dance for shit, sir.

You can go for a run around the oval.

That's fucked up, sir. Everyone will think I'm a homo if I start

fucking running around the oval every time someone pisses me off.

Jonah told Keiran that he was going to set fire to his locker.

- Bullshit. - And in other ways

he behaved in a very aggressive and inappropriate manner.

Yeah, but his locker didn't get burned. I didn't do it.

So how is that inappropriate, sir?

- Keep a journal and write things down. - What's a journal?

It's like a little diary. So you write stuff in there

and it stops it building up inside you.

- I'm not a poofter, sir. - I didn't say you were, Jonah.

You know, educate them in strategies they can use,

such as the anger management program that I've got Jonah on here,

to use to put into a constructive...

Sir, how do you spell "fuck him up"?

She can get stuffed if she thinks she's gonna be friends with us.

Yeah, well, she's just a bitch as far as I'm concerned.

Last night we were all just, like, on MSN

and Ja'mie was talking to Bec.

We were just talking and she was giving me tips

to be more confident so I can have a boyfriend and everything.

And then all of a sudden I get this sent to me.

Yeah, but she accidentally sent it through to Bec,

'cause it was meant for one of their friends Brianna at Hillford.

She's been, like, obviously bitching behind our backs about us completely

to her Hillford friends and we haven't realized it at all.

She's coming.

Hi. I couldn't find you guys.

I know you're annoyed.

We're seriously pissed off, Ja'mie.

It was meant as a joke, seriously.

It's not very funny. Bec was crying this morning

'cause you called her a try-hard Asian.

It was a total joke. I don't believe you printed it out.

Like, you honestly don't know how upset we are, Ja'mie.

Like, I don't ever want to be friends with you again.

- No way. - Learn what a sense of humor is, okay?

- It was a joke. - You called Kaitlyn

a housing-commission whore.

I live in a townhouse, not housing commission.

Yeah, and you called me a Clearasil "Before" shot.

Guys, seriously, build a bridge and get over it.

And don't call me a bitch, Holly.

You seriously think we're just gonna get over it? You're a mean bitch.

- Seriously, you are. - Yeah, whatever.

Anyway, I have the best news.

You know how I'm doing the "It's All about Education" exchange thing?

Last night they called my mom and they said

they're gonna do a TV ad and they want me to be in it

- 'cause I've got modeling experience. - Ja'mie, we don't care.

Oh my God, you sound like a broken record.

- Just get over it, seriously. - We're not gonna get over it.

Don't be a bitch and don't listen to my story, Holly.

You're a bitch, Ja'mie, so whatever. Find some new friends.

Oh, yeah, cool, okay. See ya.

Yeah, whatever, Ja'mie. See ya.

As if I'd wanna be friends with you bitches anyway.

Good. We don't want to be friends with you either, bitch.

- Bye. - Stupid fucking bitch.

Whatever.

This isn't straight. Rodney, it's not straight.

We're in audition week this week.

If you want something done, do it yourself.

I was saying to Rodney this morning...

I unraveled the audition posters

and I had an excitement quiver. I went... oooh.

I get very excited about things and I do that.

It's normally closer to production that I do it.

It's just an involuntary thing that I get.

Boys, musical auditions.

I've been sort of casting the net wide this year, so to speak.

- What about you, Stuart? - The role of Annabel...

the real Annabel Dickson was quite, I guess, a sexy girl

and had a lot of... a wild quality.

And I think there are some girls

who have that at the school.

So I am asking some of the sluttier girls to get involved.

- Wednesday in the gym. - Okay, cool.

Okay, see you then.

- Do you like this one, miss? - I like the imagery of that one.

- This is me doing this move... - Yeah.

...where I'm breaking, right?

And I get all this mad air and I'm fully in the air

- for, like, about eight seconds, fully. - Yeah.

And everyone's, like, flipping out

because they've never seen a boy do that before.

These artworks are gonna become illustrations

that the boys will use to accompany

the stories that they're writing.

- It's quite abstract. - Yeah, it's all the heads.

I love art and I use it

as a kind of device to allow the boys

to get out some creativity.

See that one? He sees the hot chick,

- then he cracks a fat. - Yeah, it's...

maybe that one won't go in your book. What do you think?

Why not, miss? Too rude for you?

I think that it really assists with their ability to learn.

This is this motherfucker laser beam

that I use to fuck anyone off that comes near

- that I don't like. - Language language.

See..."Fuck you, miss," 'cause it's a teacher.

Not you. It's another teacher that I don't like.

Right.

I'm particularly proud of the work that Jonah's been doing.

And I know that he can hear me because he doesn't miss much,

but he's been doing really really well.

All my friends have totally lost it.

And they've gone around the whole school telling everyone

I'm a bitch and not to be friends with me.

I don't even care because I make friends really easily

- and I don't need them. - Ashley, hi.

Um, I was just gonna say

you know the "It's All about Education" thing?

I might be doing a TV ad for it.

I can't believe you believed those bitches.

Why would I want to be friends with you anyway,

lesbian curly-head bitch?

I'm actually really enjoying

not being friends with them, do you know what I mean?

Lunchtimes are so much better without them.

Did you want me to carry these to your next class?

Just pop them down over there.

Next one, please.

I cannot afford to have a cast that can't handle the pressure.

So rather than going straight into a general audition,

I like to do what I call a psychological assessment.

- Any mental illness in the family? - No.

- Does Dad ever hit Mom at all? - No.

What I'm looking for mostly is can they handle

the emotional strain of being in a show?

Have you ever felt like cutting yourself,

- cutting your arms? - No.

If you had to choose below or above belly button,

which direction would you head?

You need to be fairly thick-skinned to be in a show like mine.

So I do what I call a sensitivity test.

You've got thighs like an elephant

and you've got a face like a bloody horse.

Who's gonna want to pay to see you onstage?

Who?

Excellent. That was good. You handled that well.

I test the kids for hand-eye coordination.

Open your eyes. Catch.

Catch this.

Missed it.

I'm able to cull or weed out the kids

who are just not right.

Rejection can be tough, but the world is a tough place.

- Deal with it. - She's very upset. Next one, please.

Alastair.

All right, everybody. Just continue on with the work.

Write, "Do you like my dick?"

Do it in, like, a bubble.

"Yes."

- What are you boys doing? - Nothing, miss.

Stop fucking perving on us, miss.

Get up off the ground, please, and go do some work.

We're reading books. You're supposed to read them on the ground.

I have to say that Jonah has, um,

a total inability to complete tasks.

I can almost guarantee that tomorrow

he'll come in full of excuses as to why he can't participate.

- Miss, my pen's dried out. - Gavin, can you lend Jonah a pen?

I sit him next to his friends and he talks.

I put him next to good students, he copies their work.

I mean, I don't know how stupid he thinks I am.

Stuart, Sadie, Jessica and Jonah,

you all will be presenting your talks

on "The Outsiders" tomorrow.

Miss, that sucks. You said I could do mine on Tupac.

- I beg your pardon? - You said I could do mine on Tupac.

Tupac? Why would I let you do it on Tupac...

- 'Cause you said... ...when the topic is "The Outsiders"?

- You just said it. - I did not say it, Jonah.

- Don't you remember? - Now you've had plenty of time

to complete this task. And if you've had any problems

you've had more than opportunity to come up and talk to me about it.

- Yes, miss. - I don't think I've even seen you

work on it at all, in fact.

What do you think this is, idiot?

- I beg your pardon? - I'm working on it.

- What, a drawing? - Yeah.

I don't want to show you until tomorrow.

It certainly doesn't look like

the kind of work everyone else in the room is doing.

Wait till tomorrow to find out.

You know what? I'll look forward to tomorrow.

We'll all be waiting to see Jonah's talk

on "The Outsiders" 'cause I think it's gonna be

the best one of the lot. What do you think, Jonah?

- I think it will be. - Yeah.

Move. Holly, I'm sitting next to you.

Sorry, Ja'mie. I'm not friends with you anymore.

I don't care. I always sit with you.

Ja'mie, there's a seat over there. Go over there.

I'm not sitting next to some random emo. Move, please.

I'm sorry, it looks like you don't have an option.

Why don't you go fuck yourself, public-school bitch?

Chill out, Ja'mie. You're really embarrassing yourself.

You know what would be embarrassing? Having your head.

- Did you hear that? - Group "A," group "B" mode today.

So group "A," group "B." Group "A," group "B."

A, B. A, B.

A, B, A.

I'd like group "A" to be thinking about

Parmenides's view of the world

and group "B" to be thinking about

Herodotus's view of the world.

Mom, it's me.

I'm really upset.

You've got to come and pick me up.

'Cause everyone's being a bitch to me.

I should never have come here.

They don't even have fucking grass on their oval. It's all just dirt.

I am not going to see the school counselor, you bitch.

I hate this school. I do not want to be here.

I want to fucking go back to Hillford.

I will trash my room and you will be fucking cleaning it up, okay?

I will have no hesitation

in smashing your dolls' cupboard with a hammer, Mom.

I'm serious. Or maybe I'll get pregnant.

Maybe I'll just go and root some teacher or something

and get pregnant. And then you deal with that.

You'll have to fucking raise the baby. Is that what you want?

I am seriously gonna, like, hyperventilate and die

and it will be your fault.

I am not fucking getting the train home!

The fucking... the train stations out in the suburbs here

are seriously fucked up. I'm gonna get, like, raped or something

and then I'll be, like, in counseling for the rest of my life

and it will be your fault! Why are you the biggest bitch in the world to me?

I'm 16, Mom. In a couple of years' time

I'm gonna be fucking out of your life.

I'm not even gonna fucking invite you to my wedding.

Do you love me? If you fucking love me

you'll do as I fucking say.

I just want to go back to Hillford.

That is where I belong.

I'm not supposed to be here.

I'm a fucking private-school girl.

Five, six, seven, eight...

♪ School these days ♪

♪ You'd have to be a fool these days... ♪

This is phase one of the audition process.

It's a cattle call, if you like.

♪ School these days... ♪

I usually get pretty big numbers, so I like to use the gym.

Get out, Aaron. I've booked the gym.

Take it up with Margaret if you've got an issue.

♪ It's boys and cocks and sex and drugs ♪

♪ It's not like it used to be... ♪

Brilliant.

♪ There's nowhere to hide from teen suicide ♪

♪ Watch out for teen pregnancy... ♪

Good effort.

♪ It's the worst place in Australia ♪

♪ Where you can get anorexia... ♪

Not quite right.

♪ School these days ♪

♪ Don't want to go to school. ♪

Right hand, thrust thrust.

The dance routine that I've come up with

is part of the nightclub scene.

It's an important part of the production

where Annabel goes to the nightclub

where she takes the fatal Ecstasy pill.

Get into it.

So the moves are very much what the kids are doing these days.

Spread your legs, and up.

Spread your legs.

Caleb, more effort, please. I thought black people had rhythm.

Don't let your weight drag you down, please, sweetheart.

What I'm looking for is are you a triple threat?

Do you have the ability to sing, dance, act?

And do you have the look?

Yeah, they didn't make it.

Sorry, it's a no-go, I'm afraid.

And, unfortunately for some kids, they just don't have it.

Less chat and more stretching, please.

It's G-time, not free time. Come on.

Come through, girls, and grab yourselves a chair.

Um, well, the reason I called a session...

and thanks, Miss Dean, for running it...

um, is because yesterday

everyone was being a total bitch to me.

And I'm a guest at the school

and they should be really nice to me.

- Okay, yes, Holly? - Miss, can I just explain?

Um, Ja'mie actually published this photo of us on the internet

that said we were povo public-school skanks.

- That's a joke. - And she said

that Kaitlyn was a housing-commission whore

and that I needed a breast reduction.

- Miss, tell them it's a joke. - Look, miss, look.

- You think it's hilarious. - Tell them they need to get

a sense of humor 'cause that is a joke.

It's not funny. Look at what she's done, miss.

- Why would you choose to live here? - We can't all be rich snobs.

Do you think this was appropriate to send out about your friends?

Yes, as a joke.

- I'm not an Asian try-hard. - Bec, you called me.

You wanted some advice on how to get a boyfriend. I was giving you advice.

- She had to be not Asian? - I have to change my race?

- Don't go on about being Asian. - She is Asian.

- She walks around, "Oh, I'm Asian." - No, I don't.

- "I'm cool. I've got a cute accent." - You're the one

that always says, "I'm from private school."

"Ooh, look at my fringe. Ooh, Asian Asian."

No violence. We need to stop insulting each other.

We need to keep the language civilized, okay?

And we need to stop making racist comments as well.

- She's being a bitch. - She just constantly...

So they're allowed to call me a bitch now, are they?

Can we just not...? No, can we not use the term "bitch"?

The reason you're pissed off is 'cause I'm more popular in the group than you.

- You used to be the leader... - That is a lie!

...now I am and they look up to me. - Shut your fat face.

- We're not looking up to you at all. - You're a fucking cow.

Oh, good. She just swore. Really nice.

- Oh, please! - She called me a fucking cow.

- Okay, we need to keep a handle... - You just swore now.

...on the language. - Fucking mental bitch.

- You act all innocent. - You're the biggest slut in the school.

- How do you know? - Everyone talks behind your back.

- Bullshit. - Girls...

Shut your face and go to the hairdresser and sort your roots out.

How about everybody doesn't swear then?

Why don't you go and get a skin graft? 'Cause your skin's shit.

You're jealous 'cause you're flat and you have no boobs at all.

"Oh, you need a breast reduction."

Oh, really nice. Really nice, Holly,

considering I had an eating disorder in year eight when I was developing

- and that's why I have no tits. - Stop fake-crying, you stupid bitch.

I'm still developing. They're gonna get bigger. When I'm 25

these are gonna be fucking huge 'cause I'm gonna get implants.

- So shut your fucking face. - And you're fat.

You are so fat, the fat doesn't know where to go and it pops out your chest.

- Girls, the language. - Oh yeah, I'm huge.

Stop trying to bring up other things, like your little eating disorder.

If you give me that look again, Bec, I'm gonna slap you down, bitch.

- No violence. - Seriously, Bec,

Qantas is doing some good deals on one-way tickets to China.

- Why don't you buy one? - I'm not even from China.

- I'm from Singapore, you idiot. - Asia, China, same thing.

- It's different. - Racist comments...

- Idiot. - Shh.

- Build a fucking bridge. - Apologize.

I'm not apologizing for trying to be funny.

If you want to be my friend

you will apologize to me.

- You're a racist bitch. - Have you considered

that maybe I am freaking out about this?

Maybe I've been like panic-attacking about this since yesterday.

I couldn't even breathe last night when I went to bed and my mom...

- Okay, shh. - She's trying to manipulate you, Miss.

She's saying, "Oh, Bec just shouldn't be Asian."

- I can't help that I'm Asian. - I can't breathe, guys.

All right, girls.

Come on, get her on the floor, please.

I seriously can't breathe.

Oh my God.

Ja'mie, just calm down.

Just take some deep breaths, please.

- Someone call my mom. - Someone get a paper bag, please.

- Hi, Jonah, how are you? - Good, miss.

Oh, good.

I'm glad you came in.

I wanted to ask you about this.

Did you leave this on my desk yesterday after school?

Yes, miss.

Come sit down.

You know, Jonah,

you wanted me to see this, didn't you?

- Yes, miss. - Okay.

Do you want to just tell me what that picture's about?

It's just my dad touching my dick or something.

Okay, I thought it might be that.

Now I'm really glad you showed it to me, Jonah,

but I'm not qualified to deal with this issue.

So I'm gonna have to talk to Doug Peterson.

- Is that okay with you? - Yeah.

Okay, good. And then we're gonna have to make a report

and we'll probably have to call your father.

Okay.

Please come through and take a seat.

We've asked you here to address this issue directly

and we need to let you know that we are obliged

to inform Child Protection Services.

Jonah, is there anything

that you would like to say to Dad?

Just stop doing what you're doing.

What the fuck am I doing?

I thought you'd done something wrong.

What the fuck?

Mr. Takalua, Jonah drew a picture

and in the picture Jonah has shown

you touching his genitals.

What the fuck are you talking about?

This is the picture.

You little fuckwit.

Why would I want to touch his genitals?

What are you thinking drawing this shit?

♪ I'm a party girl with a bad habit ♪

♪ Bad habit for drugs... ♪

- ♪ I'm a naughty girl... ♪ - Tonight it's the callback stage

of the auditions. At the moment we're doing Annabel.

How's that making you feel, boys?

He's got a really unique talent for spotting talent.

Really really magic to see him working with the kids like this.

♪ I'm a party girl with a bad habit ♪

♪ Bad habit for drugs ♪

♪ I'm a naughty girl with a bad habit... ♪

This show is set in Summer Heights High,

so there are a lot of characters

who are familiar to us,

a lot of teacher characters.

♪ My name is Mr. G ♪

♪ Three talents... one, two, three ♪

♪ Singing and dancing and acting is my life... ♪

We look at Mr. G and his influence on Annabel's life.

♪ I'm a teacher, that's for sure ♪

♪ In a world of crazy kids... ♪

Mr. G is a triple threat.

He can sing, he can dance, he can act.

Is there a kid out there that can do it? I hope so.

♪ At Summer Heights High. ♪

Mr. G, I just don't care about schoolwork.

I'm using, for my audition piece,

a scene between Mr. G and Annabel.

Have a good night. And...

and remember, be careful.

She turns, she sluts her way off. Excellent.

The role of Celine is an interesting one.

We're doing a three-week run,

so I need a dog who can handle that kind of a schedule.

Do you want a smack?

There are other dogs in the running that I would seriously consider,

so she's really going to have to prove herself.

Keep that head to the front, please. Do not look self-conscious.

I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done it.

It's not even funny. I feel really bad.

Yeah, well, thank you for apologizing.

At least you know that what you did was wrong.

That's cool. I just wish I didn't do it.

- I don't want to fight anymore. - Never again.

- Let's be friends forever and ever. - Yeah, cool.

Okay, that's great. How did that make you feel?

- Much better. - That felt good.

- It felt weird for me. - A bit weird for you?

'Cause it felt like she actually genuinely was sorry.

- So it felt good. - Yeah.

- Did you mean it? - No.

But it's good for the exercise.

What we're gonna do now is

we're gonna do it from Ja'mie's perspective.

Action!

- Hi, guys. - Hi.

- Did you get the picture? - Yes. Oh, it was so funny.

- Oh my God, how funny was it? - It's so funny.

I can't believe I accidentally sent it to you.

- And you and the mental-illness thing. - Yeah, I know.

I'm so glad you guys thought it was funny.

It was hilarious.

Oh my God.

Cut. Cool. What did you think?

Okay, now what have we learned today, girls, from this?

I learned that, like,

if you look at people's perspective,

like, you can really save a friendship.

And I learned that, like, well,

you've got to be really careful

when you bitch about your friends,

watch out for your MSN windows really carefully;

and that I've got the coolest

and most forgiving friends in the world.

I'm so proud of you, girls.

- We're friends again. - I hated fighting.

I'm so glad we resolved it.

- Okay, back to class. - That went really well, miss.

I think that was a really good way of doing it,

so the girls could see, like, my perspective.

Can you guys get me a chair, please?

I didn't fucking touch his fucking dick, you fuck!

Admit it, Dad. You do.

He's fucking bloody lying to you.

You tell them the truth. Tell them what you do to me.

Please don't be so aggressive. He's only...

What are you fucking thinking? I never fucking do this.

Tell them you're bullshitting.

I'm taking away the PlayStation and I'm throwing it out.

Bullshit you are. The PlayStation's mine. You can't take it away.

I'll make you fucking share a room with your sister.

Bullshit.

All right, I made it up.

I just drew this as a joke.

I just knew that you'd all flip out.

Tell them I never fucking touch your dick.

He never touches my dick.

And I've never fucking touch it.

He's never touched it.

So you just drew that? That didn't actually happen?

- Yeah. - You made it up?

I just made it up

because I wanted to get out of my English talk.

Jonah, if your dad is making you lie,

you have to know that there are people who will listen to you.

- No, it's true, miss. - What the fuck?

This didn't happen?

No.

I'd smash him out if he tried to do that.

Next time you make sure you get your story right.

If I come in here because you accuse me

of touching his fucking dick while I never touched it,

then I'll fucking smash you.

- Well... - You should apologize to my dad.

Okay, um...

would you like a cup of tea?

Stick your fucking cup of tea up your ass.

Emma Ainsworth, group "B."

Stefan Christodoulou, group "B."

Well, it's been a sleepless night

and I've tossed and tossed over this,

but I've come up with my final cast.

Group "B," I'd like you to head over to P4 and wait for me there.

I bring the kids in. I divide them into two groups.

One group is my cast.

The other group have been rejected.

As you know, today is the day that I announce the cast.

And as you know...

oh, this is really hard...

I wish I could have had everyone in the show,

but I can't.

Um...

but I wanted to bring you in here

to tell you

that...

you are my cast!

You're in the show. You're in the show.

Everyone hug me.

Candice? Where's Candice? Candice, you're Annabel.

Matt, you're Mr. G.

Celine, you're Celine.

Stay here, celebrate. I've gotta go and talk to group "B."

Well done. You're the best cast ever.

Okay, guys, shush, please.

I know you're excited to find out

who's in the cast of the show. Quiet, please.

When I look around this room

I see a lot of talent.

Um,

this is going to be an amazing show.

That's why I wanted to tell you guys

that you...

are not in my show. It was the other group.

It's not you guys.

You're not in it.

So that's... you can go.

You're not in it.

It is a harsh reality

that show business is a hard business.

You know, we don't all have what it takes.

You can always try for stage crew.

You didn't make it in, Toby. You're not in it.

- Okay. - You're not in the show. You can go.

- Okay. - Go to class.

And it's your dancing that let you down, really.

I think for some kids

- it's better that they know now... - Bye.

...than find out later in life that they've got no talent.

I always say they'll thank me one day.

We're doing a year-11 formal.

Girls, it's just not gonna happen.

I really want the formal.

I've told the girls, "Do not eat anything."

- "Starving for the formal!" - Keep it straight.

- Formals can give hope. - Stop pushing me, fat sluts.

I want to assign to you a group of year-seven boys.

They look gay-ass. You can make them do shit for you.

Do deep writing. I have to hand this shit in.

- They called me a wranger. - They called me gay.

He called me a lard-ass homo.

What the fuck did you say to him?

See where it's coming from?

I'm gonna take a photo of my bum.

How do you know what my ass looks like, sir? Have you been thinking about it?

We are midway through rehearsals.

♪ Marijuana... ♪

Here's the Ecstasy pill. These are our slut outfits.

We're going to do the show as an arena spectacular.

I'm performing there there there there.

I don't want retarded children in my show.

I'd like you to meet your latest cast members.

One of the parents found human feces

on the classroom floor.

♪ Don't get involved with drugs... ♪

"Before I root you, are you over 16?"

There's a terrorist attacking the school!

Christ, I can't believe this is happening.

- It's really embarrassing. - You told me you were anorexic.

Obviously, you were lying.