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Life and death are not so far apart.

Oh, I'm walking through the walls and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Life and death are not so far apart.

Something's got changed.

Something's got stayed the same.

Life and death are not so far apart.

A week of culture.

I'm not altogether sure what to sign up for.

Well, I'm doing dance.

And I've selected art. That way I won't have to get up on stage with everyone

looking at me. Much more dignified.

But Sophie, Miss Sinclair's taking that class.

Well, they do say you have to suffer for your art.

Look, in drama class they're going to perform scenes from Romeo and Juliet.

Well, I suppose I may as well do that then.

Hazel, Rebecca's chosen drama. Can you believe it?

Oh, and you'll never guess.

This lovely, handsome, dashing David is also doing drama. Well, I never.

Okay.

Romeo and Juliet. The greatest love story ever told.

Well, apart from Titanic.

I mean, that gets me every time.

Okay, I've decided to cast the play by pulling names out of a hat.

Okay, Romeo will be played by...

David.

Cool. Big part?

It's the main part.

Okay, moving right along.

Our Juliet will be played by...

And I think I can safely say that you've definitely got the best Juliet for the

job. Good.

Good morning, everyone,

and welcome to Ballroom Dancing.

Can I just say how lovely it is to see that you've all dressed up so

beautifully, elegantly, and appropriately.

And Miss Dunagan.

has very kindly agreed to play for us, despite breaking both her playing arms

a particularly vigorous Rachmaninoff recital.

Well,

shall we move this thing along? Can anyone tell me what a waltz is?

It's a ride where you spin around and around until you throw up your candy

floss. Nearly, Jonathan, nearly, but that's a waltz, sir.

Hazel? This is a dance. in triple time performed by a couple who turn

rhythmically around as they progress around the dance floor, Headmaster?

Is it?

It is. I mean, it is. It is what she said.

All right. Find yourself a partner and let's give this thing a whirl.

Thank you, Miss Dunagan. The blue den, please.

One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three.

Very nice, Daisy. One, two, three.

As I was saying, Cos,

An artistic mind is an open mind.

I want you to feel free to express yourselves as you paint and sculpt, but

within the guidelines that I have set out here.

Don't sharpen your pencils too often.

Graphite doesn't grow on trees.

And don't waste paint.

A good artist is a neat artist.

I don't want to see anyone with paint or clay streaked all over their silly

self. I'm very spatula -safe. And there's to be no talking here either,

understand?

Rule number 156.

Don't... Artists don't talk.

They work.

Van Gogh didn't get to where he was by talking.

But, Miss, didn't Van Gogh die penniless without having sold a single painting?

Exactly.

Only when he died and stopped talking did he become a great success.

A valuable lesson for you all there, I think.

So you mean I have to be dead before I'm a success?

I'm halfway there already.

Sophie, what was I just saying?

Really?

Well, let's have a look at what you've been doing other than talking.

I clearly asked you to sculpt something in the classroom, not an imaginary

beast. Please, Miss Sinclair. This is the...

Ugliest creation I've ever seen.

What is it?

Well, I... Speak up.

It's you, Miss Sinclair.

Give it a blast?

No.

It's been enough that Stella, for goodness knows how long.

Go on, Rebecca.

All right, David.

Honestly, Rebecca.

Well, you try it then if you think you can do better.

Very impressive, Christine.

How did you know how to play it?

I didn't. It sort of played itself.

I've been thinking.

Rebecca should play the part of Juliet, not me.

We should swap.

Christine, what?

Are you sure?

I'm absolutely sure.

She'd be a much better Juliet than me. Everyone knows that.

Very well, then. The part of Juliet is now Rebecca's. Oh, thank you, Christine.

I cannot believe it. Thank you so much.

That is so unlike you.

Matthew!

If I would just let you have my part, why would I want to play your stupid

nurse? Well, it surprised me, too, but I... But nothing.

I should be Juliet. I'm perfect for it. You expect me to put that. Forget it. I

already asked.

Miss Villa won't let us. Then we'll just have to put up with your awful acting.

What was that all about? I honestly have no idea.

Christine's acting strange, you say?

Hmm.

Well,

what you could have yourselves there is, um, a bahari.

A balaha... A what?

A bahari.

So what is a hibla... What's one of them? It's a kind of spirit.

Distant relative of the bad chief.

Cheeky little things.

What they do, you see, is they inhabit somebody's body. And then they worm

their way into the darkest bits of the mind and find out things that their

victim wouldn't normally do. And then...

They forced them to do just that.

And then that person would have no memory of it afterwards.

So you think there could be one in our school?

Could be. They tend to get bored and jump from person to person, so a school

would be perfect for them.

So what do we do then?

Oh, well, if it is a Bahari, we have got a problem.

The longer they hang around, the stronger they get and the more wicked

become. They can drive people to do insane or dangerous things.

Oh, hang on a minute.

Now, where are we?

Lucky for us, the Bahari can't help but show off.

Take these.

Blow the dust on whoever is... Anything strange? And if the letter B appears on

their back, then... We have a worry.

Well, then what do we do?

Oh, I haven't the foggiest.

Oh, hang on. This might help.

The Guide for Ghosts.

Listen up.

For the rest of the afternoon, we're going to...

like a self -portrait, miss.

We're going to paint ourselves like this.

Oh, blue is perfect.

And I'll show you how to...

It's the reason everyone's been acting crazy.

Yes, and now we need to figure out what to do.

Agatha was no help.

Well, at least she gave us this book, Guide for Ghosts.

It says here that there are two stages to getting rid of the Bahari.

Stage one is to trap it in one body, to stop it leaping from person to person.

How do we do that?

Well, what you have to do is get four people together to circle the person

possessed by the spirit.

Well, that sounds easy enough.

And then we pretend to be chickens.

Chickens? What, like this?

Sorry.

Making, you know, chicken -type noises and walk around three times.

Why do we have to pretend to be chickens? I mean, can't we pretend to be

something... Cooler? Yes.

Apparently Baharis are really afraid of chickens. If they hear them, they don't

dare leave the body they're in already.

Look. Look here.

Sophie, what's that?

Why, that's a Bahara horn.

It says that's where the spirit resides until it's summoned.

That's where it came from.

We found it in an old box at rehearsal.

Right, then we'd better find that horn.

But first we have to trap the Bahari in a single body.

What a nuisance.

And I really wanted to learn how to dance.

I've been waiting for more than a century, and the moment I get the

stupid barley gets in the way.

Why does this matter so much to you? It's nothing. It's silly.

Well, go on.

Promise you won't think I'm stupid?

No, but carry on.

Okay. My parents used to hold an annual ball at our house. I used to sneak out

of bed and watch all the people dance, right here in this very room. Lift your

chin up!

couldn't wait till I was old enough to come down and join them.

But of course, it never happened.

But it could now.

All right, I'll give it my best shot.

You'll have to be better than that. You just trod on my foot again.

Come on.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore...

and refuse thy name, or if thou could not, but be successful.

the room and get him some fresh chicken i mean uh maybe i'll just get it

it has to be all four of us now you ready cool david cool david

it's so nice of you to call me that

to be stupid.

Now, Clark, let your nun life depended on it.

All right.

What do you think?

Still there?

Are you all right, David?

Well, it's just that dance you all did.

Don't remind us.

It was the most...

Stage two. It says here, expulsion comes when ten men and women true do circle

the wicked Bala Haralia.

Ten people in a circle?

That doesn't sound too difficult.

Wait, there's more.

When witnessed by no less than a hundred eyes... A hundred eyes?

you summon the spirit.

That'll be Christine.

Then the Hullaburra here will simply disappear.

Simply disappear? We need ten people to circle the Bowery, or David, while fifty

people watch, and at the same time get Christine, who summoned the Bowery in

first place, to blow that stupid horn again.

It cannot be done.

Hold on.

I think I'm getting an idea.

Rebecca? Sophie?

I need you to do something for me.

This classroom had better be spotless by the time I get back.

I don't know about you, but I've had enough of Mrs. Sinclair.

I think we should abandon art class altogether.

Because... Well, because they're having much more fun over in drama with Mr.

Doyle.

Miss Sinclair's making us all miserable here.

I say we get involved in Romeo and Juliet.

But they've cast all the parts now.

Well, we could just make our own parts. We could come on and do a... A song.

A song, absolutely. That sounds great. Singing, yes.

And we could all stand in a... A circle.

A circle.

That's a brilliant idea. A song and a circle.

This is all shaping up.

We could do it after the play's been finished.

No. No, no, we'll do it in the middle of the play. It's what Shakespeare would

have wanted. It'll be the coolest thing anyone's ever seen.

Who's with me?

Great, that makes... Nine of us!

Nine.

Well, it's a start.

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much.

Which manly devotion shows him this.

At least have hand that pilgrim's hands do touch.

And palm to palm is holy palm is kiss.

That should be me out.

I think you're right.

Lips that they must use in prayer.

Saints do not move, though grant for prayers make.

Then move not.

All my prayers affect I take.

Shh. All of you, it's just a kiss.

A kiss can be a beautiful, joyous thing.

It's evidently not the best example of a kiss, but...

make her look really stupid. You can put her off right before her big speech.

How?

With this.

It's soft.

What light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east and the sun.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already thick and

pale and green.

No, no, no! Go, go, go!

Sophie, get back here this instant, or you'll still be in detention when you're

eligible for the pension.

Mr Doyle, is this all part of it?

Jonathan, quick, come here.

You'll have to be the tenth man, too.

Yeah, for sure, but I don't know the way. You'll pick it up.

Not now, but there's all these people. That doesn't happen.

That could be you up there. Blow the horn.

Yes.

Blow the horn.

Did it work?

Sophie?

It's safely out of harm's way in the graveyard.

Hazel, would you come here, please?

I need you to do something for me.

And wipe the dirt off your face.

She wants.

Coming, Headmaster.

Sophie, I want a word with you.

Oh, no. Here we go.

Detention beckons. See you in three years.

Well, girls, I must say, though I don't approve of such rebellious antics...

What happened this evening was no doubt inspired by my highly creative tuition.

Thank you, Mrs. Sinclair.

Yes, well, anyway, it may have been a success this time, but I'll thank you

to make a habit of it.

You know, it's peculiar, but in a strange way, I'll miss the Bahari.

Without it, I wouldn't have had nearly so much fun today.

Yeah, but I would not have had the chance to kiss David.

Well, technically, you kissed the Bahari.

Don't be ridiculous.

It was David.

Why, if you love the Bahari so much, I'm sure you can get Hazel to dig it up

again. You take that back. I did not kiss the Bahari. It was David.

Okay,

everybody.

If I could have your attention, please.

Inspired by the artistic stylings of the drama and art group, I would now invite

you to drop back in time.

and watch a little preview from tomorrow night's performance.

Introducing Jonathan and Hazel.

She looks beautiful.

You're only old enough to join the dance.

You're not joining the dance. You're leading the dance.

life and death are not so far apart

Something can change.

Something can save the day.

Life and death are not so far apart.