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(# 2PAC FEAT DR DRE: California Love)

Isobel? Hi, it's Chris Tarrant here from Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? Ripped By mstoll

- We've got your friend Malcolm here... - An elementary mistake, rookie.

I have no friends. But I do have a very particular set of skills,

a set of skills that make me a nightmare for people like you.

(FAKE SCOTTISH ACCENT) Hullo, Isobel! It's Malcolm here.

My million-pound question is...

Is Miss Pickwell, A, the Demon Headmaster

in drag?

B, Rose McWest?

C, Andy Murray's mother?

Or D,

an angry Scottish chicken?

- (LAUGHTER) - Chicken, chicken, chicken!

- (LAUGHTER) - (# Chicken Dance)

Yeh proper tings

Original style We come to kick the drum

The wicked money spoil Yeh...

Now, Miss Pickwell has gone missing.

She's done a Klaxons and vanished without a trace.

I don't want to point the finger,

but it seems chicken-gate may have something to do with it.

Mitchell made me do it.

You egg him on.

That boy brings pranking to a new level, right?

The other day, he locked Joe in a cupboard,

then recorded him screaming for help and set it as the ringtone on Joe's own phone!

Can't change it. Classic Mitchell.

(LAUGHS)

Back to Isobel. The 5-0 have found her car on the Severn Bridge, Bristol.

They're afraid something might have happened to her.

Well, I wouldn't worry. They've stopped burning witches,

even in the West Country.

It's a note from Pickwell.

(SCOTTISH ACCENT) '"If you're reading this note, I am dead.'"

(ALL GASP)

Oh, my God!

'"I am dead.

'"I've jumped from the Severn Bridge.

'"But don't blame yourselves.

'"There is only one person with blood on their hands - Al...

'"Al... an...

'"Shear-er.

'"He is my least favourite pundit on Match Of The Day

'"whose name is Al-an.

'"I way prefer Al-an Hansen.

'"The end.'"

ROSIE: Oh, wow.

She clearly went completely insane.

I know. Shearer's amazeballs on MOTD.

Ironic, too, jumping into a river.

Shearer hates players that dive. (LAUGHS)

It's too soon.

Thanks very much, guys.

Bloody pigs. (IMITATES A PIG)

Oh, it's a clingy smell, isn't it, bacon?

These suicides don't get any easier.

That's the fifth teacher that's...

(IMITATES GUNSHOT)

...since I've been here. Still gets you. - It's just such a shock.

Well, thank God it's not like poor old Mr Rawlinson.

(WHISTLES AND CLICKS TONGUE)

I mean, an orange in the mouth is weird, but a papaya?!

Where do you even buy a papaya?

Poor little Jeremy Goss found him.

It has been a battle trying to get him to eat his five-a-day.

Fraser, erm, Isobel's position...

Obviously, we could never replace her - she was deputy head of hearts...

But this school needs a Camilla, and that is the ugly truth.

So, whilst I find someone full time, I'm going to need an interim deputy.

Someone with people skills, respect from the student body,

a feminine touch...

- Miss G, you're hired. - Oh, wow.

Me? Me?

Bullshit.

Re-interviewing for the permanent deputy head role,

I'm going to need another set of eyes.

Rosie, you'll be busy inter-rimming. Alf?

Yeah. Fine.

I guess it is quite important that we find a permanent replacement pretty pronto,

before the power corrupts you.

Now, what to tell the kids about this mess?

- We should tell them the truth. - But suicide can be very distressing.

Let's tell the children a little white lie, so as not to upset them.

And then the bear just ripped her face off, with one swipe!

(ALL GASP)

Blood bath. Face everywhere.

The paramedic found her eyebrow up a tree!

In other news, tomorrow is Morocco Day.

This fez-tival has to be tagine to be believed! Thank you.

(PUPIL SOBS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(JACK-IN-THE-BOX CACKLES)

(INDISTINCT GHOSTLY WHISPERS)

ISOBEL: There is only one man with blood on his hands.

(SING-SONG) Alfie Wickers.

(JACK-IN-THE-BOX CACKLES)

(EERIE SOUNDS FADE)

ON PHONE: Help! Help! Let me out. I'm afraid of the dark.

Seriously, please don't leave me in here!

Can you please tell me how to change this ringtone?

(LAUGHTER)

- Haven't you finished that yet, babes? - I can't.

I'm just too upset about Pickwell.

Oi, Pineapple Studios! Want to know what happens at the end?

- If you dare... - The boy and the girl both...

(SQUEALS)

- What happened? - Nothing.

You look well scared, sir.

Did you see your ingrowing penis again, sir?

History. History's all about dead people,

so, hypothetically, do you think that ghosts exist?

They don't, right?

I believe that when we die, we go to Liverpool.

Yeah, only if you've done some messed-up shit.

Trust us. All the dead people talking through Derek Acorah

always have Scouse accents.

I thought I seen a ghost once, when I was having a sleepover at Mitchell's house.

Turned out it was just his mum in her nightie trying to haunt my cock.

Just cos your mum looks like someone drew eyes on a scrotum.

I heard your gyppo mum does palm readings with a happy ending.

- Do one. - Enough!

Someone's died.

Can we just give a little respect?

Thank you, Jing.

Although, I did also hear that about Mitchell's mum.

Do you think Miss Pickwell's going to come back as a ghost?

Wh... What? No. Why would you say that?

Joe, you don't believe in this ghost nonsense?

Well, I thought I did,

cos this one night my room went really cold.

And?

Turns out I just left my fridge door open.

Ha!

You have a fridge in your room?

Only for essentials,

like water, cheeses,

pulled pork.

OK, so say someone did see a ghost, hypothetically...

...what does it want from me?

To put its unquiet spirit at rest.

What, like in that film where Jing walks out of the telly?

Oh, you can watch scary movies now?

The boy who cried in Toy Story 3.

Didn't cry! I had something in me eye.

Why do I give a shit if Andy's going to college?

Why did he have to leave Woody behind?

Rem Dogg's right. If you want to make peace with Pickwell, sir,

you should put on the most shamazing memorial ever.

We can make it just like Whitney's! Hashtag - Queen Of The Night.

You think that would work?

If making my peace with Pickwell's unquiet spirit

is what I wanted to do, hypothetically.

Deffo.

OK, right, well, obviously, I'm not being haunted by Pickwell,

but let's put on a memorial anyway.

Why do you even care, sir? Pickwell was a right bitch!

Shhh.

She might be listening.

STEPHEN: Black velvet drapes, people. We need it looking like Phantomby break.

Oh, and I want doves.

Aren't doves for weddings?

Black doves, babes.

I ain't ever been to a funeral before, but in the WWE Survivor Series, right,

The Undertaker comes out of a coffin,

choke-slams Randy Orton,

and then finishes him off with a tombstone pile-driver. Why don't we just do that?

I mean, the reasons are literally endless.

Can you just sort out the flowers, please?

What do I know about flowers?

I swear your sister once sold me some roses at the traffic lights.

Whatever, Dickers. She's got a proper job now.

Hmm, holds a bucket while Daddy washes the windscreens. LOL!

Rem Dogg is asking the art department about Pickwell's portrait.

Great. Can you tell them to go easy on the whole menopausal Child Catcher vibe?

I'll find a picture of her smiling.

Good luck. That's like trying to find a picture of sir watching One Direction

without a boner.

Yeah, or a picture of you with your real dad.

Guys, chillax! Music-wise, memorials scream Candle In The Wind.

Ah, perfect. Download an Elton John '"best of'".

We're going to need loads of emotional music. Ah, like that one from Gladiator.

You know, the one that he has in the dream.

# La-la-la-la

# Na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-naa-na-na...

Please stop. What is it called?

I don't know. Why don't you just Shazam my singing?

(SIGHS)

Na-na-na-naa...

Oh, my God. Stop!

I'll google it!

(CARRIES ON SINGING)

(EERILY) Alfie Wickers.

Oh, thank God.

It's you.

- Hmm. - What's with the hair?

Oh, it's a very practical style.

You do realise you look a bit like Pickwell?

No, I don't.

- Right. - Now, I need you to come in at seven

tomorrow for early detention.

Look, I went over this with Pickwell, like, a billion times.

I'm a teacher, I can't be put in detention.

No, I need you to supervise it.

Well, that's even more stupid.

At seven o'clock in the morning, babe, I'll be down the gym,

pumping iron like a lion in Tring Bannatayne...

And I'm hoping you'll conduct this in a good spirit.

I know you didn't get on, but she deserves a dignified memorial.

Oh, I wouldn't worry about that.

Here's the music you wanted, sir.

(# Theme from Gladiators)

It's the wrong Gladiator!

Stephen! Stephen!

To clarify, we... We won't be playing that.

Remember, I'm planning this memorial, so this can't take long.

Sure. Hey, before each interview, should I do a short monologue,

a few topical jokes?

Fraser, these are job interviews, not Chatty Man.

Fine.

Where did you find all these people so quickly?

Advert on Gumtree.

Gumtree?!

For many moons now, I have been

the humble scribe of medieval pornography.

He also plays the lute!

Sorry, you knowthis man?

Met him at Canterbury market, selling porn from a barrow.

Mmm! Egad! The Pink Lance!

He calls himself the Porn Baron.

Oh, but tarry, fair quent-beavor.

What quim-foolery maketh thy lady of the lake wet?

(SNIGGERS)

And you want to become a teacher because?

To be honest, mate, it's just not selling.

(MAGAZINE RIPS OPEN)

So, your name is Mrs P-hi?

Piss? P-hi, P-hi?

Phistor.

Phistor?

Good. A-And your first name is?

Gay.

Your name is Gay Phistor

and you want to work in a school full of teenagers?

On your way out, would you mind sending in Mr Mark Skid?

Can you tell us why

you were dishonourably discharged from the armed forces?

It was Afghan, night...

I was on guard at the camp gates.

Car charges up. Draws level.

I see a figure in the passenger seat reach for something.

Split-second decision.

What would you do?

Shine a torch?

Open fire. Bang, bang!

Was it the Taliban?

The Sugababes.

They were there to entertain the troops.

I'm the reason they changed the line-up.

Mutya, right between the eyes.

Check it out, ladies, don't take no lip

Take no lip, take-take no lip

#If you ride for your girls... #

If you don't stop running, I'll hobble you quicker than you can say,

'"Very steep, secluded, concrete stairwell in a CCTV black spot.'"

Mr Wickers, Mr Fraser, don't you have classes to go to?

We need to get a new deputy head ASAP.

I liked that man who looked like Professor Weeto.

Dick Brumhole?

Right, as I said to him, Gay Phistor and Pat Fanny,

you can't teach in a school with a name like that.

The kids would destroy them.

In that case, don't go bat-shoot cray,

but I'm going to ask Miss Gulliver to apply for the job full time.

(GASPS)

(SING-SONG) Alfie... Alfie Wickers.

(CHIMES JANGLE LOUDLY)

Who put wind chimes in the corridor?

My bad. I thought they'd lighten the place up a bit.

It's very deathy round here at the moment. Are you OK?

Yeah, yeah. I'm... I'm fine.

Oh, that's a parental cluster F-word waiting to happen.

Oh, I just heard from the family.

Isobel's funeral is going ahead at St Bartholomew's.

So, we should send a representative, show our respects.

I'll go. Please let me go. I'm definitely going.

Through Jesus Christ, Our Lord.

Amen.

Sorry, erm... I'd actually like to say some words myself?

Lf... If you must.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Thank you, Your Honour.

We are gathered here today to remember someone very, very special.

Someone that will be truly missed.

(WHISPERS) Alfie! Alfie!

Not now, Joe.

Let me say this.

Izzy...

(CLEARS THROAT)

Is... Is...

...he dead?

Yes, yes, he is dead.

But in many ways he is not dead,

because we will all remember

our dear old friend,

whose name is...

...Old Captain Birdseye.

That's a little nickname amongst mates.

Fishy Fingers himself.

Let's raise a glass

and toast a life that was tragically cut short

by, erm...

...a fight in a pub...

A cross trainer?

Milking a cow?

Drink-driving! Yes!

Of course.

That's how he died.

So...

...let's raise the glass

of water or orange juice,

or milk.

Amen.

May the force be with you.

Hey, instead of me interviewing you, why don't you interview me?

To prove that I'm an enthusiastic leader

that can take control of unforeseen situations?

Something like that.

Why did you want to become a teacher?

Ah! Good question, Parky.

I fell in love with teaching

when I saw that beautiful Robin Williams film.

Dead Poets Society?

- No. - Good Will Hunting?

Flubber. I decided to go back to school

to acquire the skills needed to build

a green, shape-shifting energy source that would help me win at basketball.

(SINGS SILLY TUNE)

Mr Fraser, if you don't give me this job,

I'll be forced to explain to the governors why Abbey Grove is awash with these.

Queefs Of The Nunnery.

The Knights Of Cumalot.

'"As Arthur did up his chain mail,

'"Guinevere was dallying with a circle of mysterious wizards from the east -

'"the Bukkake Coven... '"

Okey-dokey. Let's talk about your pension plan.

Hmm.

Stop blaming me, Joe. Fraser said it was happening at St Bartholomew's.

He didn't say it was happening next Thursday.

You go, I'll take this.

Wickers!

(CLICKS FINGERS)

Get in there! Now!

On my way.

I haven't got any money, you've already stolen my watch,

and the last time you wedgied me, I swear you fractured my guiche.

(SOBS)

I miss her so much!

Why did she do it?

Why?!

It's not your fault, Frank. It's no-one's fault.

Right, now, you go out there, and if anyone asks you what you was doing,

you... you say I was in here wedgie-ing you.

Will do.

In fact, wedgie yourself now, yeah, just in case.

I'm not going to do that.

Come on, you know I give 'em better than that.

(CRACKLING)

Yes, I do

Hip-shakin'mama, I love ya

Yes, I do

Hip-shakin'mama...

(EERILY) Alfie Wickers!

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

(WHIMPERS)

Oh, my God, major probs with the memorial, sir.

Doves don't come in black. I had to improvise.

We blacked up some pigeons, sir.

What? This is Pickwell's memorial, not Jim Davidson's.

- Oh, my God. - Urgh.

They look like they've been in an oil spill.

That box is minging. It smells like my nan's flat.

I think the boot polish made them a bit poorly. Funkypigeon. Com.

By the way, guys, you look amazing.

I look like Steve Jobs.

This memorial's going to be so great.

Definitely going to get Pickwell off my back, right?

Sir, you do realise that it's highly unlikely

that you're being haunted by Miss Pickwell?

I don't know why she'd bother haunting you, sir. I bet she's lappin' up hell.

Probably down there now trying to get Stalin to sign her tits.

Oi, big guy. Don't be upset. We all miss her.

It's not that. I've lost my phone.

My mum's going to kill me!

It's all right. It's probably somewhere really obvious.

I'll call it for you.

PHONE IN COFFIN: Help! Help! Let me out.

I'm afraid of the dark.

Seriously, please don't leave me in here! Help! I want my mum!

(BELL CLANGS)

(CROWS CAW)

(COFFIN SQUEAKS)

(DRAMATIC ORGAN MUSIC)

Miss Pickwell made me try harder at the things I love.

Because she was always on my back,

I can now smoke a Vogue in 30 seconds.

I remember when she told me I was in this wheelchair

because I'd sinned in my previous life.

BOTH: Classic Pickwell.

Miss Pickwell asked me to negotiate for her during some trouble

she was having with a syndicate of Chinese bookies.

She'd been unable to honour her debts

after losing thousands of pounds in illegal cock fights.

We became fast friends.

(SOBS)

- I can't! - Grow a pair, Rylan.

It's all just too emotional!

(CLEARS THROAT)

'"Hashtag YOLO.'"

That's all it says.

We will now all observe a minute's silence for Isobel.

Beautiful, man.

Stephen...

(# ELTON JOHN: I'm Still Standing)

Stephen! This isn't Candle In The Wind. Turn it off!

It's broken!

#I'm still standing after all this time

- # Picking up the pieces... # - What the?

(SCREAMS)

Calm down! Stop pushing!

Everyone, make your way to the exits!

Everyone sit down! Please!

(IMITATES PIGEON)

Hey! Oh, that's lovely.

God, Isobel sure went through some styles.

Yeah.

Sorry for being tetchy earlier.

Isobel dying, well, it's affected us all.

I know. It's weird, you know. I...

...found her so annoying, but now she's gone,

I realise I kind of loved her, too.

It's the Crazy Frog all over again.

No hard feelings?

Oh, I'd better scoot.

Oh, if things get too much for me, I unlock the art block,

stick on Magic FM and just do something creative.

You should try it.

RADIO: And welcome to Magic FM and have we got a line-up for you tonight!

Starting with the '60s classic from the Righteous Brothers,

Unchained Melody. Here we go.

Oh, my love

#My darling

#I've hungered for your touch

#A long... #

(SCREAMS)

Get away, get away, get away!

Calm down, Mr Wickers.

You're a ghost! Ghosts can't speak.

No, I'm not a ghost.

But you're dead. You died!

- Well, can a ghost do this? - Ow!

- Can a ghost do this? - Argh!

Can ghost do this? Bll-bll-bll!

OK, I get the point. You're not a ghost! But how? Why?

Well, because I didn't commit suicide, Mr Wickers.

But do you know how bad that note has made me feel?

No, but I... I have enjoyed imagining it.

Tarring and feathering Isobel Pickwell will always have consequences.

Now, listen to me carefully. I need your help.

OK, but can I wash my face first?

I feel like I've received a money shot from Morph.

Your little chicken escapade gave me the perfect alibi.

Fake my own death, cash in my life insurance

and get out of this hellhole for good.

Where will you go?

Well, I've got a pen pal in Argentina.

A German gentleman. I can't reveal his true identity,

but he goes by the code name of the Beast of Bergandor.

Yep. He's a dentist.

90-odd. Very courtly.

Yeah, I'm... I'm really happy for you.

But where do I fit into this?

I need ?1,000.

(LAUGHS) ?1,000.

That's, like, my life savings, and, anyway,

why would I give you a grand?

Because you're the only person that wants to keep me dead.

Unless of course you'd like me to return to the school?

Cash or transfer?

Done. Money's in your account.

You know, you're going to be missed.

Even Frank Grayson was devastated.

Yeah, most def, most def.

He may have got the idea from... somewhere that, erm,

he might have a little blood on his hands, too.

(SCREAMS)

Right. How many people did you personally blame for your death?

Hmm. About five.

Yeah, I like to have a few plates spinning.

Yeah, see which one breaks first.

OK.

Actually, erm...

...thank you for that memorial, Mr Wickers. It was...

Well, it was quite the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!

In fact, I've only ever really dreamt

of such a scene

whilst sitting knickerless on my tumble dryer.

Oh, God.

Why do you have to leave me with thatimage?

No-one must ever know of our pact, Mr Wickers.

I trust you, Alfie.

Do not lead the guards to me in the garden.

Yeah.

(HE WHIMPERS)

(SQUELCHING KISSES)

Rub...

#I want to rub your body, rub... #

Phew.

Nothing.

Yeh proper tings

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