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KNOCK AT DOOR

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

Come in.

Jean, what is it?

I am rather busy.

I'm afraid someone's doing something.

Something? Something they shouldn't.

And you're telling me about this someone because...

Well, I think it's rotten,

if we get any more order marks, then you'll stop lacrosse.

I'm telling tales, it's wrong, I'm so sorry.

No, wait.

I don't like tell-tales,

but you're here now.

You told.

Jean, how could you? You know why.

If I hadn't and you'd been caught, we'd have all been in trouble.

Jean was correct to come and find me,

and you should know better.

Well, you can forget about going to the circus today.

Can I, please, please?

I love the circus, I've been so looking forward to it.

Well, you should have thought about that before you broke the rules.

You can stay at school with Darrell.

I don't want to hear another word about it.

Yes, Miss Johnson.

I'll have to stay here too.

Jean, who'd have thought you'd be so utterly despicable?!

I know, and it was almost enjoyable!

So that's it. The whole school goes to the circus and we stay here.

Let Operation Peaches commence.

Are those for us?

Yes.

You're to spend the day painting.

Your subject is Malory Towers,

and what a special place it is.

But art isn't really our strong suit, Miss Johnson.

All the more reason to practise.

Miss Grayling will be delighted

to see girls' work on the walls when she returns.

These are different canvases than we usually have.

Where did they come from?

Waste not, want not, Darrell.

Now, I'd like you to focus.

Every inch of that canvas must be covered.

The rest of you, we leave in ten minutes.

ALL: Yes, Miss Johnson.

How are we supposed to do this and get the peaches back?

I wish I could stay.

I could help with the paintings.

I want to help too. Mavis's throat is still awful

and peaches just might make all the difference.

Alicia gave us those peaches, we'll get them back.

But more of us working together might tip the balance.

Ellen, you're the brains, think -

it's got to be possible.

Where is she?

Where's Ellen?

I'm here!

So sorry I'm late.

Well, get into line quick or I'll catch it.

Hmm.

Take a big, huge sniff. An onion.

Watch out.

Everyone's ready, Miss Johnson, I've made sure of it.

Excellent, Gwendolyn. Thank you.

Achoo. Achoo! Achoo!

Achoo!

You two were fine this morning.

They was fine a minute ago.

Oh, dear, you were so looking forward to the circus.

You don't look well. Achoo.

Well, they can't go like this.

COUGHS HEAVILY

Matron.

There was me thinking the san would be girl-free today.

Come along, ladies,

bed rest with the both of you.

Achoo!

I can't wait much longer.

I'm sure they're doing their best.

COUGHS HEAVILY

Oh.

I do feel a bit hot, Matron.

Mm.

Well, this thermometer says otherwise.

Um, didn't you want to go to the

circus, Matron?

I'm supposed to go and collect some...

..thing from the village.

But that sounds important, you must go.

Right.

Mavis, your turn, let's get this tonic into you.

Any word from the Conservatoire?

It's bad news, it must be - I'd have heard otherwise.

Now, would you mind looking

after these two for me?

Ah, Matron, Mavis might catch our

cold and she's already ill, so, ah...

Yes, oh, well, no, we don't want to

risk you making that beautiful voice any worse, so.

No, you skedaddle, Mavis, and I will stay.

We'll probably just sleep.

They're sensible types, they can

always find me if they need to.

Oh, yes. You go, Matron.

Well...

..yes, I suppose I might as well.

You two, be good, I will not be long.

DOOR CLOSES

What took you so long?! We had to wait for Matron to leave.

But it's all right, she's gone to the village.

Total heaven.

Now, we're on, phase two is active.

No, no, no, what if Matron comes back?

She'll notice I'm not in bed.

We have loads of time.

It will take Matron ages to walk

all the way to the village and back.

BELL DINGS

Oh, the skeleton key, I forgot to remind you. No need.

Well, it worked on the door lock, so let's hope.

Irene, you will pay attention, won't you?

Don't worry, I'll be utterly alert. If we get caught...

I know, huge trouble. But if the worst does happen and Matron

unexpectedly comes back, keep her in the san, buy some time.

Keep Matron in the san, got it.

Don't worry, I've got your backs, double promise.

It's time to go, we'll tell you once it's clear.

So, we're really doing this.

Yes, we really are.

Any luck?

Darrell?

I don't know anyone else who has a television.

Everyone's talking about them.

Oh, don't. What if you break it?

There's only one place left.

Well, they're our peaches, we have a right to find them.

And we're just looking for the peaches, we're not snooping.

Yeah.

Come on.

Eureka!

What?

She was going to eat them.

How rotten.

Even more reason to move on to phase three.

Look what we found. Peaches! Brilliant.

Gosh, you are clever!

Oh, I wish I could paint like this. Aw.

Here we go.

But potatoes?

Cook let us have them.

I told her they were for a project. I suppose they are, in a way.

So phase three, we put the peach

labels onto the potato tins,

then we put them back into Miss Johnson's study

in place of the peaches. But what if they get opened?

Then, Miss Johnson will think Alicia sent them as a prank.

That is so clever.

As long as we sneak them back.

Oh, I left the tin opener and fork on Miss Johnson's desk.

Does it matter? This won't take long.

No. I'll go back just in case. Bring the tins when you're done.

Be careful, Darrell.

Mary-Lou.

How wonderful that Mavis will get

the peach juice after all. I'm so pleased.

Kingsley Conservatoire of Music.

Mavis and Irene.

SHE HUMS

BELL DINGS

Miss Grayling.

DOOR CREAKS

What are you doing in here?

Um...

You of all people, I honestly thought better of you.

But look, it's for you. Put those back right now.

You're going through Miss Johnson's desk.

Look, it's a letter from the Conservatoire,

and it's addressed to you.

I think you should read it, go on.

Hello, Matron.

You're supposed to be in bed.

Oh, cramp, oh.

It's easing now.

Oh. Irene... Sh, it's best not to go over there.

Mary-Lou is such a light sleeper.

Oh, well, I do have a few things to do.

In your...office.

That's none of your business, get back to bed, young lady.

Are those chocolates? Can I have one?

No, you cannot.

These are for the governors' meeting.

I said I'd leave them on Miss Johnson's desk, so.

I'll take them for you.

Irene!

Get to bed.

Oh, I can't believe it, I got in.

Well, brilliant, you ARE clever.

Oh, they won't want me now, not now my voice is gone.

Why wasn't I given this?

It wasn't just to you. Look, that's one for Irene.

And I made this for Miss Grayling, and Sally even put it in the post.

But why would she take it? There has to be a reason.

It's an outrage. We need to confront Miss Johnson

with it. Darrell, we can't. You've broken into her study.

Going through her desk like this, it's terrible behaviour.

Worse than keeping this from you? You put so much into that audition.

You could get into such trouble.

Actually, we both could.

Put these back. We'll figure out why

she's being so odd and, once we're clear, we'll put our heads together.

Matron's coming.

Matron's coming.

Um...

MUSIC PLAYS

Oh.

STIFLED COUGH

Oh, no,

not the electrics,

not today.

COUGH

Here.

Oh, Matron. What happened to the lights?

Well, it must be the electrics.

How is Mary-Lou?

She's still asleep.

I'll deal with this.

We really need to go.

Mavis? Sally, what are you doing here?

Uh, it's a long story.

Done.

We'll explain later. Come on.

We did it, the switcheroo.

Oh, Matron must've fixed it somehow.

Matron's back? Yes, and she nearly caught us. What? Wait. Darrell...

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Someone's coming.

THEY WHISPER: I forgot to lock the door.

You forgot to lock the door?!

MUSIC PLAYS

APPLAUSE ON TV

CLICK

I suppose these are yours.

Oh, well, um...

I'm sure I can explain.

Good.

I'm all ears.

Did you do it, did you put them back? Yes, but hurry to the san,

warn Irene, Miss Johnson's here. What?!

Oh.

I've got paint on my pyjamas.

Oh, just put a sheet over you. OK.

Um...

OK. Um, here, put some paint on you too. OK.

Miss Johnson's coming up the stairs.

Quick, hide.

Over there, behind that.

Miss Johnson.

Is the circus over all ready?

Oh, I have so much work,

I thought that I would leave early.

Well, well.

Such talent.

We worked ever so hard.

Oh, I'm sure you have.

The question is, what on?

Yet more lacrosse?

Neither of you can paint this well.

Mary-Lou...

..would you like to tell me about your paintings?

And now we can find Irene.

I'm sure she'll want to tell me about her day too.

I must not be disobedient,

500 times, that's so mean.

I really want to find out what Miss Johnson's up to.

That blackout was seriously inspired.

It was the only thing I could think of.

Amazing that it actually worked.

What about Matron? She'll go pop

when she knows we weren't in bed.

You are right, I very nearly did go pop.

Fortunately, Mary-Lou, some news

has put me in rather a good mood.

I was worried when I hadn't heard from the Conservatoire,

but I went to Matron and she soon sorted it.

She's such a good egg.

Oh, no, it's just a simple matter,

and I just made a telephone call to the Conservatoire

and, well,

you both got in.

Crikey!

It is a bit odd. The letters were hand-delivered.

Thinking about it, it is quite odd.

Don't you think so, Darrell? I mean, letters going missing.

Yes, um, yes, that's such a worry.

Shouldn't we tell Miss Johnson about it?

Well, no, I do not think that she

would like to hear from me again.

Not today.

Oh, but she'll be so impressed to see you're so on the ball.

Why don't I come? I can tell her how anxious I've been.

You're, you're right.

I should say something.

Right. Come on now, we need to hear

what Miss Johnson tells them. Come on.

Well done.

The letters must be somewhere.

Apparently, they were hand-delivered.

My parents will be up in arms.

Oh, dear.

I can't believe this has all got so out of hand.

Do you not think this is serious? Absolutely, it is.

Breaking school rules should never be rewarded.

Going to an audition without permission is dreadful behaviour.

Wouldn't you agree, Mavis?

Thankfully, I admire your passion,

so I won't be pursuing that.

Now, the letters.

It WOULD be serious if they really were missing...

..but I have them here.

She'll be pretending the letters are lost, she'll have to.

So, she'll get away with it. No, we have to stand up to her,

I'll go into her desk and pull the letters out myself, if I have to.

Well, yes, thank you very much, Miss Johnson.

It would be most helpful, Mavis, if you could explain to Irene.

I hope she hasn't been unduly worried either.

And do tell her Miss Johnson was being so thoughtful.

Now, Matron, I would like to talk

to you about this month's laundry receipts.

Mavis.

What, she gave your letters back?

Darrell, there's no mystery, Miss Johnson had them.

Why, I know that, but I just... It was supposed to be a surprise.

She was going to make an announcement at assembly

so that everyone would know and give us a jolly good cheer, she said.

No, no, Miss Johnson's lying.

What about Miss Grayling's card?

Sally put that in the postbox, she must have taken it out.

She was never going to give you those letters, I'm sure of it.

Mavis.

You could have lost your place in the Conservatoire.

Well, we can't prove anything now.

Miss Johnson's trying to squish those facts, we can't let her.

You did get the tins back.

You're right.

We can beat her if we're clever.

MUSIC PLAYS

Alicia Jones...

..fake mice and now fake peaches.

GIRLS GIGGLE

The circus was ace but Operation Peaches sounds much more fun.

Yes, it's such daring.

Don't you think, Gwen?

You're all being rotten, you know I should tell.

But you LOVE peaches, they're your favourite.

Right, try this, see if it helps.

Mm.

IN NORMAL VOICE: I think it does, that's much better.

To Operation Peaches.

No, I really can't eat this, I'm head of form.

Gwen, it's all right, I'll have yours.

Poor you, though, Canadian peaches are even juicier than our own.

Yes, you go, tell Miss Johnson

but by the time you'll be back, we'll have eaten the whole lot.

You definitely can't tell now! As if I would.

To Operation Peaches.

ALL: To Operation Peaches!