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Nothing can change.

Nothing can stay the same.

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.

From where we are.

Good morning, David.

Hey there.

Two whole syllables.

He's improving.

I wonder why Mr Griffith has called us all together. It must be awful to be so

far out of the loop.

Then are you inside of the loop? I am the loop.

You're the loop.

What?

It's an expression.

Whatever you say.

Good morning, everyone.

I would like you all to meet our new Media and Performing Arts Centre.

Media Centre?

You could not fit even one student in there. The man has lost his mind.

Work will begin in a few days, funded by a very generous donation from Mr...

Daddy!

And I just want to assure you all that although it will be called the

Media Centre, it's for all of you regular people too.

Of course. Round of applause, everyone.

Mr Griffith.

Sophie. Where will this centre be built?

Oh, with the old stables and orchard up. So that will be out of bounds during

demolition. Mr Griffith, what exactly do you mean by demolition? Well, the old

stables will be pulled down. And then they will put it back up again.

No, the stables will be gone and it will be replaced by... Oh, lovely.

Editing suites and a coffee bar.

Yes!

Sophie, what are you doing?

It'll be late for your lesson. How can I think about lessons when a beautiful

building is about to be destroyed?

It's a little dusty and spidery to be called beautiful.

I think I can still smell manure.

Well, I love this place.

I can't believe you would happily see it torn down to make way for a media

centre. But it is going to have brand new IT facilities and a fully equipped

filming studio.

Soon there'll be nothing left of our home.

I never thought I'd live to see the day you could be so disloyal.

Well, actually, we're not. I know we're not alive. I was being dramatic.

And they're IT facilities, not it.

Unless this composition is entitled Hole of Air in a Snowstorm, I'd say you

still have quite a way to go.

Sorry, Miss Sinclair, my mind was elsewhere.

Well, if you don't finish by the end of class, your mind will be in detention,

along with the rest of you.

What's up?

I don't see why the school needs a new media centre.

What is wrong with the one we have already?

Well, we don't have one already.

I think that's the point.

So? Why is this such a big deal?

It just is.

Together, please.

Anyone would think she was paying for the monstrosity herself.

And now it is my great pleasure to ask the daughter of our benefactor to dig

ceremonial hole.

Oh, I don't do shovels. Sorry.

But it's traditional.

Nail?

Right, well, I suppose it is my pleasure to dig the great ceremonial hole.

Did you see that?

They're so weird.

What was it?

I think it could have been something supernatural.

Oh, I think you're right.

A dark, smoking, flying thing that only we could see could definitely be

supernatural.

Sorry.

I mean, you're totally sure, right? It couldn't have been a trick of the light

or your imagination?

Does everything have to be spooky?

Oh, I forgot who I was talking to.

Continue. Well, it could have been attached to the orchard.

Well, should we tell Agatha?

I don't see any reason to make a fuss.

We see ghosts every time we look in the mirror.

I certainly do not. Oh, she means us.

Oh.

Anyway, the creature has already gone.

I agree with Sophie. We don't need to run to Agatha every time we see

All right.

We'll leave it to them.

Oh, no, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.

The Christine Richardson.

Sent it for media.

And, you know, Daddy's made so many repairs to this dump, they might as well

just rename the whole place after me.

She doesn't mean it. It will never bear your name.

Your family can flaunt their wealth as much as they wish. This house belongs to

the Ainsworth.

Now and evermore.

Just hold on one second.

Jane Austen.

She wants her dialogue back.

Did you just say that?

Someone's had a visit from the drama llama.

She's just jealous because everyone likes you because your parents are

And you're so great and beautiful.

What do you mean, stop it?

I mean, put a stopper in the pipe.

You see, with these buildings, the pipes get bubbles in them, and then

you have to put a stopper inside. I'm sorry, I don't speak nerd.

You're welcome.

Black Hawk down.

The new media centre must not be built.

Oh, why is that?

The no -tail bandicoot.

It has a protected breeding ground in the very orchard on which you're

to build.

The no -tail bandicoot?

Exactly. The same no -tail bandicoot that has been extinct for over 100

Perhaps. I think your research might be a little out of date.

But Mrs Macdonald's marsupials for a Victorian lady has never let me down

before. Sophie, the media centre will be built.

It will be so much better than Dusty Old Stable that no -one ever uses.

But just because no -one uses it now doesn't mean it was never important.

I'm sure it was.

Why must everything old be swept away and forgotten?

It isn't, Sophie. Look at this beautiful building. And the stables are becoming

unsafe. Couldn't you fix them? I'm sorry.

Sometimes things do have to change. I mean, what if nothing changed?

We wouldn't have anything to look forward to, would we?

I love it.

Good to be back.

My goodness.

Who is that?

Dinah!

Me and...

gives me spots.

You'd tell me if you saw one, right?

What manner of hideous wretch is this?

Don't worry. By the time you're old enough to get plastic surgery, just

what they'll be able to do.

I hear buzzing.

Buzz off, little fly.

Like Ainsworth House.

Or put orchard.

And put large, black, smoke -like, frightening creature.

The more precise you are, the more accurate the result.

I'll just leave it with those two for now.

There. The orchard was the work of Edward Van Malverdeer, a landscape

Van Malverdeer was notoriously temperamental and obsessive. He saw the

as the pinnacle of his career, and when he died in 1903, demanded his ashes be

buried there to fertilise his creations.

Well, I think we found our ghost.

Edward Van Melvedere.

That is such a made -up name.

How will that contraption help us find our visitor?

A laser thermometer is the big gun of ghost -hunting artillery.

A laser aims at distant objects and can detect cold spots up to 20 metres away.

I know neither of you understood any of that, but thanks for looking interested.

You are very welcome.

Temperature drop.

Coming from...

Right behind us.

It's on the move.

One out in front of us.

Haha, it's toying with us.

One out behind us again.

Phew.

No one builds over my...

inside my mind.

Of course we are.

My own mind would look a lot more fabulous.

You are trespassing, sir. And I demand that you leave my body immediately.

No. I said immediately.

I said no.

Right. Then I've run out of ideas.

Good. Can I go now? I'm in the middle of destroying something.

Can I at least know who is occupying my body?

My name is Edouard Van Melvedere.

How much of that name's made up?

None of it.

There must be rules about ghosts possessing other ghosts. Well, I wasn't

to possess a living person, was I?

Do you know how much effort it would take just to lift an arm? But it's my

Yes, but you weren't really using it, were you?

What does that mean?

Moping over the past.

All woe is me for your precious stables.

You don't really want to be here at all.

That's not true.

Isn't it?

Well.

Sorry to disappoint, but I'm keeping your body.

Finders, keepers and all that.

Now, where was I?

Oh, yes.

Can you see anything now?

No.

Can you see anything now? We'll tell you when we see it.

Don't you think I would have said... The entity!

Be kind to Jonathan. It is not his fault. He's alive.

Thank you, I think.

This is some serious damage.

Do you think this thing is getting stronger, like increasing its spectral

somehow? I do not know.

You two know you're ghosts, right?

Yes. We just do not know how it works.

Where is Sophie? She should be helping us. I think she's avoiding us.

You aren't exactly understanding about her feelings back at the stable.

We should find her an apology.

Sophie!

Leave a message. I'll make sure she gets it. What did I tell you this morning?

How can I possibly make this outfit even more ugly?

The thingy can't be too far away.

We just missed it back there, so keep your eyes open.

Why are you talking like that?

And you can drop the attitude. You've already got a detention.

In. Now isn't a good time.

In.

Fine.

How marvellous.

You will complete your painting tonight, or you will come back tomorrow night,

and the night after that, and the night after that, and the night after that.

Finished.

I don't think so.

It's me. Yes.

Teenage girls are nauseatingly self -obsessed.

I'll assume I'm free to go.

You think you can take my orchard and get away with it? An unfortunate

with your name on it won't stop the centre being built.

But it will be terribly funny.

No.

Not now.

not let you hurt Christine.

No, you won't. Yes, I will. No, you won't. Yes, I will. There, we've done

Now let me get back so I can push her down the stairs.

I will not let you do this.

What bothers you the most?

Christine getting hurt or the fact that people will think that you did it?

What? A good girl like you could never be seen to do anything wrong.

I bet you didn't tell anyone when you carved your little flower into the

wall. Not that it's any of your business, but I drew the clover for

luck?

How lovely.

And tell me, how long after that did you and your sisters die in that horrible

accident?

Growing up, whenever anything was wrong with, I was angry or sad, I'd go to the

table.

It was my special place.

That clover was my way of remembering everything would be all right.

And now they're going to take that special place away.

And nothing's going to be all right anymore.

You just want to fade away into the shadows again.

Tragic. Pip -pip.

So, where have you been? I've been looking for you.

Well, now that you've finally found me, you can go away.

What?

So, I'll see you tomorrow when you've slept off the weird. Hold on.

Where did this... establishment to keep its dynamite. Yeah, I don't think it has

any.

Fine, I'll improvise.

Edward must be trying to scare people away so they don't dig up his orchard.

Hey, what's up with Sophie?

Oh, what do you mean?

She's acting weird.

More weird than usual.

Oh, she's invented a whole new way to be weird.

It was like she didn't even recognise me. Okay, so I think we should go do

thing now.

Oh, the thing.

Oh, no one told me that was the thing.

Come on.

Either you're up to something or I need a shower.

Where do you think she went?

The stables.

Death to the mechanical monsters who will tear up...

He'll get the gist.

Sophie! I know you called.

Sophie, well, what are you doing?

I don't think that's Sophie. I think that's Edward.

Sophie has been possessed by a gardener.

That's genius.

Well, stop her. With what?

Well, zap her or something.

Supernatural sounds less than a super the longer I hang around with you.

Sophie Ainsworth, how dare you allow yourself to be possessed by a gentleman

gardener? This will be the end for all of us.

Sophie, you'll be expelled.

Is that a good thing?

Do not interrupt me in the middle of a doxily plan.

I will not let you do this. If I am expelled, my sisters and I will become

ghosts once more.

But isn't that a good thing, Sophie?

It's too hard for you here.

We're surrounded by reminders, imagining your parents round every corner,

watching your home get chipped away by these intruders.

It's too hard for you here.

You can't do it anymore, can you?

We're just trying to weaken my results so you can keep control of my body.

Well, obviously, but if it wasn't true, it wouldn't be working, would it?

Think about it, Sophie.

I'll break the machine.

You will be expelled.

This tortured existence will be over and your sisters won't be able to blame

you.

No. This isn't my second chance.

But what is there to stay for?

I have friends.

I'm learning about things I never could have dreamed of. You don't belong here.

And after tomorrow, your stable will be gone.

No more special place.

No more lucky clover.

Ashley, can I just say, what's with the lucky three -leaf clover? Everyone knows

it's a lucky four -leaf clover.

I wanted three leaves. One for me, one for Hazel, and one for Rebecca.

The clover was the three of us together.

I just knew no matter what happened, if the three of us were together,

everything would be all right. You're confused.

It's understandable.

You're possessed, after all.

It doesn't matter where we are.

It doesn't matter when we are. All that matters is that we're together.

Yes, but... The stable.

Your special place.

Edward, all this time I thought I had to hold on to everything as tightly as I

could.

But I didn't, Rayna.

I already had everything I needed.

I think I just foiled your dastardly plan.

What's going on, Leah? Oh, Paul, Sophie, expel that... beastly gardener man.

Is he coming out now?

You have no more right to this body than I. I can use it if I wish.

We are both dead after all.

Yes, however I am less dead than you.

You sir will leave our sister alone or you

will find yourself on the end of a very serious tongue lashing.

You, you are the

This isn't over.

Edward. My name is... Edward, I understand.

I hated this too.

I couldn't stand it that the places that used to be so important are not really

mine anymore.

No, we're friends now.

Let's braid each other's hair.

The world changes.

That's just what it does, and that's a good thing.

Because it means there is... So much more still to come.

But the only way to get to them is to leave other things behind.

You need to leave your orchard behind.

There are other things waiting for you. All right. All right, I'm going, if only

to get away from this endless monologue.

It was beautiful, wasn't it?

It always will be.

Look out after Dan.

I hope you're ready for me.

Show off.

How's it going?

He's gone.

A full day of schooling, dinner and homework.

And we still had time to defeat the bad guy. We officially rock.

We do indeed rock.

I do not know what it means. I assume it is a good thing.

It's a good thing.

I'm sure no one will mind if you take something as a memento.

No, I don't need it.

Life never ends.