All language subtitles for School for Unclaimed Girls

-Who's daddy's
smashing bird, then?
-I am.

(BELL CHIMING)

WOMAN: It's a
terrible tragedy.

MAN: I am the resurrection
and the life, saith the Lord,

he that believeth in me
though he were dead
yet shall he live,

and whosoever liveth
and believeth in me
shall never die.

Come on then.
Up on the horsie.
There we are.

WOMAN: I understand
it was the child's fault.

Wave to Mummy.

-Bye, Mummy.
-Bye-bye, Mummy.

Look, there she is.
Look, there's Mummy.

WOMAN:
Whatever happened...

I don't like it.
I want to get off.
Stop it.

-I'm a cowboy! (LAUGHING)
-I don't like it.

WOMAN: Nicki screamed.
Her father tried to reach
for her and fell.

-(SCREAMING)
-(BELL TOLLING)

MAN: Forasmuch as it hath
pleased Almighty God

of his great mercy
to take unto himself,

the soul of our dear brother,
here departed, we therefore
commit his body to the ground,

earth to earth,
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,

in sure and certain hope
of the resurrection
to eternal life,

through our Lord,
Jesus Christ. Amen.

WOMAN: Terrible thing to
happen to a conscience,
all your life.

(MOANING)

(MOANING AND SIGHING)

It's Nicki.

-Well, she won't come in here?
-No, I must get up.

No, I must get up.

(MOANING)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

-Good Morning, darling.
-Good Morning, Mummy.
I've made the tea.

-Is the letter from Peter?
-Yeah.

How is he?

Mummy, do you believe
Harry Spenton's going
to marry you?

Would you mind that?

If you were older,
you'd understand.

If I were younger
I wouldn't care.
Is that what you mean?

Nicki, I know it's difficult
for you to accept.

But please try to.

Your father would want me
to be happy.

But it's what you want
that's important.

Important?
I know what's important.

If it wasn't for me,
daddy'd still be alive.

Nicki!

Go on, you better get back
to him. His coffee's
getting cold.

-Hey, Nicki.
-Hello, Sheila.

-Have you heard
from my brother lately?
-Yes, this morning.

Guess who drove me to school
then?

Pete.

-Hey, not outside the school!
-So glad to see you.

-Let's go for a drive.
-But you'll be late.

I'm not going today.

-Oh, playing truant are we?
-Yes, that's right.

-Let's go.
-Okay.

-Where to?
-Oh, anywhere.

-The stables!
-Okay.

-Gotcha.
-No, Harry. Breakfast.

Ah, marvelous, isn't it?

I was laying here and thinking
how great it'd be.

-Just the two of us...
-No, three of us. Now come on.
Sit up a bit. Come on.

Ah, Nicki'll be married
soon. You'll see.
Smashing bird like that.

-You do like her, don't you?
-Yeah, of course.

-Why do you ask?
-I told her this morning.

And?

You do mean it?
We will marry?

Ah, look, don't be like that.
You're always having a go at
me first thing in the morning.

I, uh...

I saw her yesterday.

-What did she say?
-Same.

You know, Margaret
never changes.

Have you, uh, have you given
it any more thought yet?

About what?

The, uh, the money.

-I couldn't.
If anything went wrong...
-Ah, what can go wrong

with launderettes?
It's in all the newspapers!
It's a goldmine!

Ain't that marvelous?

Look at these machines.
Little darlings!
Little beauties!

Little money spinners.

You see the thing is, Anne,

that once it's actually yours,
once you actually own it,

you don't have to do anything
else. It's all automatic.

Or you just give the
managers a few quid a week
and you're away.

There you are!
Look, you can even do
your own dry cleaning.

Is this what you're thinking
of buying?

Well, no, not this actual one,
but one very similar.

It's all so simple, you see,
Anne. I mean a child of six
could...

-You know what this business
actually is, don't you?
-No.

-I mean, you know what
we're actually selling?

No, what?

-Hot water!
-(laughs)

All I need's 500 quid.

I give 200 to Margaret
and I get a divorce. Put the
other 300 into the business.

But I told you, I can't sell
the stables.

Well, use your trust fund
then.

That money's to see Nicki
through college.

But she's not going to college
next week, is she?

You put your money in a
business and it'll...

Double itself inside
three months.

(LAUGHING)

Look, you see all these
people, Anne.

They've all got to wash
their dirty linen somewhere,
don't they?

They'll be out in the streets
tomorrow getting it dirty all
over again.

They come in here, they'll
be in here all the week.

-It's a money-spinner.
-Are you sure, Harry?

-Cross my heart.
-All right.

Thanks, doll.

-You won't regret it
-I'm late. I must rush.
See you later.

Yeah. (LAUGHING)
Yeah, much later.

-You coming home this weekend?
-I can't. Geoff wants to do
some stock taking.

-Oh, please.
-Don't get mopey.

I'll come down the weekend
after and we'll go down
to the sea.

-Lovely.
You will bring me, won't you?
-Of course.

-Bye-bye.
-Bye.

-Hello, Nicki.
-Morning, Barbara.

-Hello, my lovely.
-Come on, boy.

Go on. That's it. In you go.
In you go.

-No school today?
-No, not today.

-Where's Mummy?
-She'll be in later.

Better put you to work then.
You want to take Dandy out
to exercise him?

-Please. I better put
my jeans on, though.
-I'll saddle him up for you.

Dandy! Careful. Whoa, boy!
Whoa!

Careful, Dandy. No. Dandy!
Stop! Stop!

Ah!

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Are you sure you're all right?

NICKI: Yes, I'm all right.
Just a bit shaken up.

BARBARA: Shall I
come in with you?

NICKI: No. No need to come up.
I'll be all right.

-Thanks, Barbara.
-Okay. Bye, Nicki.

(COUGHING)

Hello, darling.
You're back early.

What's happened to you, then?

Get out!

-Hurt yourself, have you?
-I said get out!

Here, let me help me
you with that.

Why don't you like me, Nicki?

Leave me alone.

You're a bit hung up, kid.

You shouldn't hate people.

Hating people's a waste
of time.

I know what a young girl like
you needs.

It's what I need too, Nicki.

You should have
a bit more respect, Nicki.

-For you?
-Yeah.

I'll soon be your father.

You? My mother wouldn't
marry you.

You are nothing more
than a stud.

I like it.

Who are you?

You are nobody.

You're nothing.
And she'll soon see it.

You think so?

She wouldn't have looked
at you if my father
were still alive.

But he isn't, is he?

And whose fault is that,
Nicki?

She'd do anything to get me,
your mother.

-Anything to marry me.
-Not when she knows
what you tried to do to me.

What have I done?

You think she'd believe you,
anyway?

-After setting me up
the way she has?
-Go away!

Take a look at this, Nicki.

That's your trust fund.

My money.

It's mine now.

Now you can have it back.

Just as long as you

be
a good girl.

She didn't give you that.
You made her give it to you.

Yeah.

How do you think
I managed that?

Oh, you pig!

(SCREAMING)

JUDGE: This court has decided
to detain you in custody
pending a medical report.

I'm Dr. Sands.
I'm here to help you.

What do they call you? Nicki?

It's my job to try
and help you.

You do understand that?

You do know where you are,
don't you?

That's better.

This is a remand home, Nicki.

It's not a prison or a
borstal.

You've not been sent here
for punishment or
for corrective training.

Simply because the court
has to make up its mind
what to do about you.

Or for you.

And, it's my job to help them
come to a decision.

You understand that?

I'm a psychologist.

And the court feels
I'm the best person to talk
to you.

We'll be seeing a lot
of each other in
the next two weeks.

If you won't talk to me,

we're not going
to get very far.

I think I know what
you're going through.

You've had a frightening
experience.

I mean it very
sincerely, Nicki.

I'm here to help you.

Well, I think the best thing
we can do now is to get you
settled in.

Perhaps we can have a talk
tomorrow.

All right?

Come along then, Nicki.

Just wait here, Nicki.
Oh hello, Susan.
How are you feeling today?

-I've stopped being sick
in the mornings.
-Good for you.

-Matron.
-Yes, doctor?

I'm afraid I couldn't
get anywhere. She's
in a state of semi-shock.

I'll try again tomorrow.

-See that she gets settled in,
will you?
-I will.

Nicki, this is your
supervisor, Ms. Waldron.

You'll be living on her floor.

-And this is Susan.
-Hello.

She'll show you around.
Now go with Ms. Waldron,
will you?

-This last bed's free,
isn't it?
-SUASN: Yes, Miss.

Very well, then.
This will be yours.

Most of the girls are down
at the recreation room
at the moment.

When you put
your things away tidily,

Susan will take you down
and introduce you.

Rules are few.
All the more reason
not to break them.

Right.
Down as quick as you can.

This is your locker.

What are you in for?

I'm care and protection.
Because I'm pregnant

but I'm not married.

Is this your dad?
Oh, he looks nice.

Oh, he's nice.
What's his name?

Come on. Let's go down
and see the others.
Some of them are okay.

Come on.

(UPBEAT DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

This is the rec room.

And, uh, there's Carlien.
And that's Jean.

(MUSIC STOPS)

Hey! What'd it stop for?

New face.

Her name's Nicki.

Would you like a cup of tea?
Well, you go and sit down.
I'll get you one.

Well, put the music back on!

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

The phone rang, so I picked
it up and I said, um, "Hello?"

So this bloke said,
"Hello. Could I speak
to Mr. McNamara, please?"

And I said, "Oh, I'm oh so
sorry, but you've got the old
Scot tube station."

So he said, "Oh, well,
in that case, would you like
to hold the end of my..."

(BOTH LAUGHING)

-Here you are, it's
red and warm.
-Thanks.

GIRL: He started unbuttoning
my skirt

and hands were sort of all
over, feeling
and everything

and creeping up my legs,
you know.

It suddenly happened.
I didn't really enjoy
it the first time, though...

-(SINGING)
-(ALL LAUGHING)

Look at you!

-Hey, what are you tonight
then, love?
-What's the scene?

I'm a vamp, that's what!

The deadly serpent
of the Nile.

Come on then, do us a bit.

At my whim,
cities are beseiged.
Empires crumble.

At the sight of my body,
men go out of their minds!

Yeah, you sure did.
He got caught in a raid
on a strip club.

Her father's a parson, Cherry.

But I needed love
and affection.

You're in the right position
for it.

Hey, Sarah!

Don't bother! Take the money!

You earned plenty on the game,
didn't you, Carl?

Yeah,
till the last geezer I had.

-How was I to know he's a
plain clothes copper?
-(ALL CHUCKLE)

That will teach you to have
quickies in back alleys.

But he was rather nice.

Whoo-hoo!

-Hey, what did they nick
you for?
-Yeah, what are you in for?

Leave the kid alone,
will you?

Hmph! Do you want her for
yourself or something?

Get stuffed, love!

Mmm... Charming!

I don't know why she
shouldn't tell. Anyway, what's
all the bloody mystery for?

Well, we all know what you're
in for, don't we?

But, it ought to be,
if you're not washing, you
dirty, smelly old cow!

(ALL LAUGHING)

-Kick her in the face, Sarah.
-Shut your gob!

(CHUCKLES)

-Haven't you heard? They've
invented Lifebuoy for you!
-Up yours!

Ew!

Hey, what's going on here?
Into bed all of you,
on the double. Quick!

What are you waiting for
in there, in the washroom?
Get into bed quickly.

Johnson, why aren't
you undressed?
It's nearly lights out.

I'll give you five minutes.
Shower and into bed,
on the double. Move!

These lockers could
be a lot tidier.

McAllister,
what are you doing?

-Putting on my nightie, Miss.
-(CLICKING TONGUE)

Now, I want no noise from in
here tonight.

-You hear that, Carlien?
-Yes, Miss.

-Jane.
-Yes, Miss?

-Did you have a bath tonight?
-Yes, miss.

-In a pig's trough.
-(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

I'll leave these lights on
for Johnson.

Susan you be responsible
for turning them out.

All right, Miss.

-Good night then, girls.
-ALL: Good night, Miss.

I don't want to hear
any more noise.

-Anybody got a light?
-Yeah.

Here you are, Cherry.

...the policeman,
and then the policeman
took me inside the house

and this policewoman
came around,

and, she says to me, she looks
at me and says, "Did he touch
your private parts?"

(ALL LAUGHING)

(SOBBING)

Let me take your shower cap.

That's all right, love.

You'll be better
in the morning.

Sooner or later we have to
work things out for ourselves,
you know.

That's it?

I'll turn the lights out.
I'm going to go to the loo.

Sleep well.

Sleep tight.

Wake happy.

-Night-night, Di!
-Oh, leave me alone, Sue.

(COUGHING)

Sarah.

(GROANING) Go away.

I need you.

Go back to bed!

I've got the shakes.

Please be nice to me.

Do you want to?

I'm tired.

Please?

(SCOFFING)

I don't want to.

Don't feel like it.

Don't you love me anymore?

Don't be silly,
it's just that I'm tired.

Sarah, you're all I've got!

(SHUSHING)

Nobody else cares about me.

We'll talk about it
in the morning.

Properly.

Go, go back to bed now.

Good night.

It's not that new girl,
is it?

No.

Of course it isn't!
Go back to bed.

Promise me,
it's not that new girl?

All right,
it is not that new girl.

Good night.

Good night.

SARAH: Good night.

NICKI: Help, help,

I'm sorry!

Help.

Help!

I killed him.

I'm sorry.

Help, I'm...

Help!

(BELL RINGING)

(BELL RINGING)

Where are my photographs?

I said,
where are my photographs?

What's that you're saying,
honey?

My photographs,
somebody has taken them.

Oh, who do you think
would do a thing like that?

Are you calling us thieves?

I want them back.

You never did tell us
what you did.

Is you're going to share
the room,
we're entitled to know.

I know what she did.

You do work fast, don't you?

-She killed a man.
-(GASPS) Killed a man?

-GIRL: Oh, my God.
-Yeah.

I heard his first name.

Yeah, well, like, cool.

Joke, you know,
didn't mean no harm.

It's true, isn't it?

DR. SANDS: Why did you stab
Harry Spenton?

(SIGHING)

Nicki, we're not
making any progress.

I'm not trying to trick you,
I'm trying to help you.

This continuous silence
is harming no one
but yourself.

You cannot escape
responsibility by it.

Very well.
Let's start again.

Why didn't you go
to school that day?

Playing truant?

I've seen you
looking at me, Nicki.

I don't want to be friends,
that's all.

Good friends?

-(BOTH SCREAMING)
-You bitch.

Come on, stop pretending.

I know what you want!

Start screaming, yeah.

Was it jealousy?
Were you jealous of something?
Or someone?

I...

I was scared.

Scared? What of?

Of horsies.

Do you like horsies?

My dad... Daddy's fall.

It's cold horsies.

Tell me about the cold horses.

I know what I did.

Yes, we all know what
you did, Nicki.

What we must know is why?

I was scared.

I told you, I was scared.

He came towards me and...

I killed him.

Harry Spenton?

I killed him,
because I was scared.

You didn't kill him, Nicki.

-He's not dead.
-You're lying.

I saw him die.

(ECHOING)

(GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

Punish me, he said it was
my fault, I heard them
at the funeral.

Punish me.

I killed him.

I killed him.

Take her back to the dorm
a give a call to her mom.

What happened?
I heard her screaming.

(DOOR CLOSING)

-I finally got a reaction
out of her.
-Was she violent?

Do you think she ought to have
a room to herself for a while?

No, that might drive her back
into her shell.

I think it's important that
I see the mother.

Well, I'll arrange that.

What do you think is behind
all these outbursts?

Guilt.

That girl has nothing in the
world but guilt.

All the time, you thought they
should have been
punishing you?

Yes.

Let me ask you about,
Harry Spenton.

-Did you resent his
attentions to your mother?
-Yes.

You're a very pretty girl,
he obviously could see that.

Were you alone with him often?

Did he make a pass at you?

He tried.

Tried what?

Mmm...

He, uh, he came after me.

Put his hands all over me.

You mean, he tried to make
love to you?

Do you call that love?

No. Nothing happened.

Why?

Didn't you find
him attractive?
Didn't you fancy him?

He disgusts me.

Because you resented him
taking your father's place?

He was a parasite.

He was just using my mother.

This your trust fund?

And you tried to stop him.

By leading him on?

I couldn't bear him near me.

Tell me about other men,
Nicki,

have you ever had a
love affair?

No.

I see.

I've been informed that
Harry Spenton is fit and well.

So now, you must understand.
That you didn't kill anyone.

(PHONE RINGING)

Don't go away.

-Yeah?
-ANNE: Hello, Harry.

Hello, love.

-It's the wife.
-How are you?

Well, I'm not so well.

It's... Ooh, it's the pain.
It, uh...

Seems to be getting worse.

I'm so sorry.

I can't get in to
see you today.

Bob is ill with the flu,
and I can't leave the stable,
I've got to look after things.

With Nicki away, there's
no one else to do it.

Yeah, well that, um,
don't worry about that.
The, uh...

The rest will probably
do me good.

Look, I must go now. The...

The nurse wants to change
my bandages.

-I'll try and get in tomorrow.
-Yeah, you do that.

Goodbye, darling.

She, uh...

Wants to talk about
the divorce.

Yeah, I know what
she's after, money.

Couple of 100 quid and
she'd give me one like a shot.

Still, you can't get blood
out of a stone, can you?

Harry.

Why don't you let me
help you?
I've got a little put aside.

Yeah, well, not now.

We'll talk about that later.

Hello.

You know what happened?

-It moved!
-What? The baby?

-Can you feel anything?
-Well, I'm not sure.

You wait.

Just when I got it all
worked out, you know,
breaking out and everything.

It's different now.
Now it's moved.

It's lovely, see if you can
hear it.

-What are you two doing?
-It moved.

-My baby kicked,
do you want to feel?
-No, thanks.

Dr. Sands said
I can go to one of those
mother and baby homes.

That they'll help in all sorts
of things.

I thought you couldn't wait
to get rid of it.

Well, that was before.
Before it moved.

You're out of your head.

You don't understand.

Nobody can.

It's special.

-You didn't come to rec?
-No, they let me stay up here.

I'd like to talk
to you sometime.

Uh...

Not now, cause the others will
be up in a minute.

Perhaps, after lights out?

-Yeah, okay.
-We can talk.

Bitch!

(ALL CLAMORING)

Hey, let's have a fair fight!

Got to admit,
the kid's got guts.

Going for a killer that way.

-She was making out with
Sarah, dirty, ugly whore.
-Shut up.

It's true! It's true!
You were laughing at her!

That does it!

Oh, come one. Get off me,
you ugly swine!

You stink.

Why don't you tell them to let
go of me, Sarah!

You smell so bad,
you disgust me.

What she needs is a good wash.

Come on, Sarah,
let's give her a
good scrubbing.

Why not? Good idea.

Get your dirty hands
off of me!

Get off me. Get off me!

Make it hot!

-Come on, get into the shower!
-Let me go.

Get her under.

Scrub her hair, somebody.

Scrub her!

Scrubbing brush!

Scrub her, Muriel!

(SCREAMING)

Let go of me, you bitches!

You dirty bitch.

Get a brush!

(ALL CLAMORING)

Come on!

♪ All things right
and beautiful

♪ All creatures
great and small

♪ All things wise
and wonderful

♪ The Lord God made them all ♪

All this religion is a bit
sudden, isn't it?
What's been going on here?

-Just having a sing-song while
we clean about the place.
-All right.

Cut out all the community
singing, we've had enough of
the noise,

and get ready for bed,
all of you.

All of you.
Ready for bed.

Stay out of it kid,
It's not your fight.

She's had it coming to her,
for weeks.

(SOBBING) Don't hurt me.

Please don't hurt me anymore.

Please, please.

Don't hurt me anymore.

Nicki?

Yeah?

Can I get in? It's cold.

What's it like,
to kill somebody?

Mmm, sorry.

You don't have to tell me,
if you don't want to.

Umm. I mean, I understand.

Nobody understands.

Not even my own mother.

Hmm...

Mothers are only people.

Can't expect them
to understand.

(SIGHING)

My mother understood me,
all right.

I ran away from home
when I was 14.

Fourteen?

Mmm-hmm. I had to.

Get away from all the uncles.

Uncle Bill.

Uncle George.

Uncle Stanley.

Dozens of them.
Ever since I can remember.

You can never hold on
to a man for long.

Unless I got older, and
it got worse. And then he...

...started to, get hold of me.

I couldn't stand him.

So I got out quick.

But, didn't she
try to get you back?

No. She can't give a damn.

Glad to see the back of me,
I expect.

So, what did you do?

I met this woman.

Beth.

She was the kindest woman

I've ever known.

She took me in.

Looked after me.

It was just great.

And, I really loved her.

And...

And she died.

Suddenly.

Just like that.

And I was back on
my own again.

And you know what?

Her brother came up
for the funeral.
To take her body back.

(SOBBING)

And now...

He won't let me go
to the funeral.

(SOBBING)

He doesn't want me there.

Because, uh...

I just went mad.
I smashed the place up.

I tried to smash him up,
as well.

That's why I'm in here.

(CRYING)

And my life's just...
Just been like that.

Whenever anything happens,

it's always my fault.

And I... I never know why.

(WHIMPERING)

I'm sorry.

I thought, I was the only one
with problems.

(CHUCKLING)

No.

We've all got something, love.

That's why we're in here.

It's not a rescue unit.

-Sarah.
-Hmm?

If we both get sent
to the same place,

we could be friends.

Oh!

You know what?

I'm getting out.

Escape?

Mmm.

It's easy.

I'm just sick to the teeth,
of people telling me
what to do.

I'm going to get out,
and I'm going to make it
on my own.

Alone?

(STAMMERING)
Sue was supposed to come with
me but she won't

now because of the baby.

Jane?

No.

Not anymore.

You and me, Nicki. Hmm?

We could really make
a go of it!

I could love you, Nicki.

I could.

Really.

I've got you,
you bloody thief!

(SCREAMING)

Now I've got you!

You, get away from me!

GIRL: Go on, fight! Go on!

But I love you...

GIRL: It's a fight.
It's a fight.
Let's get in.

(ALL CLAMORING)

Get away! You shitty fool.

Now, get it, bloody pig!

(ALL SCREAMING)

I'll kill you! Take that!

Let go of my hair!

GIRL: Let go of her! Come on!

GIRL: You're pinching me!

My baby!

(SHOUTING)

Stop it!

Stop it everyone, stop it!

Quiet! Stop it at once, quiet!

What do you think
you're doing?

Who started this?

What's it all about, anyway?

Alright, If you want to
behave like savages, that's
the way I'll treat you.

I will not have anymore
trouble, in this dormitory.

First thing in the morning,
you will all be placed on a
magistrate's report.

Ford Edwards,
Prentice Thompson.

What are you doing here?
You don't even sleep here.

Get back to your own
dormitories!

Ms. Duckworth,
will deal with you.

The rest of you, get back to
your beds and start

to clear up this,
disgusting mess immediately!

On the double! Quick, move!

Get Dr. Sands, quickly.

-There you are, darling.
-Thank you.

Look, I, uh, want to borrow
the car for awhile so you
could go to a movie, yeah?

-Where are you going?
-To see the wife.

Well, I gotta straighten
things out for us, don't I?

When will I see you?

I'll be right at your place,
later.

-Got the keys?
-Here.

Is that the Cottage Hospital?

Is Mr. Spenton there, please?

I see.

Thank you very much.

Looking for me?

Harry!

-I went to the...
-Yeah, I drove down,
borrowed a car,

-thought I could give you a
lift to the remand home. Ooh!
-What's the matter?

Ow! I'm sorry about that.

Are you all right?

Yeah. It's, uh, ooh, just I
came out a bit before
the doctor wanted, that's all.

-Well, you shouldn't have.
-Well, I've got to get things
sorted out, hadn't I?

-What things?
-Well, I've got my work,
I'm committed.

Sign a contract.

-Contract?
-A launderette.

Hey, what would
this look like?

The doctor said, I'll never be
able to do any
manual work again.

I need that launderette,
more than ever now.

But you've still
got the check.

Well, no, and with everything
that was happening, it...

Well, it got lost.

I see.

Well, it's just a case of us,
all helping each other now,
isn't it?

I'll get my check book.

-Better make it cash, huh?
-But you you'll have to come
to the bank with me,

to draw an amount like this
in cash.

-(LAUGHING) No problem!
-But the banks are closed now.

You'll go first thing in the
morning, ain't that right?

Yes.

-No sign of her yet?
-No.

Don't build your hopes up
too much.

Whose is this?

What is it
Hollywood and the Stars?

-Yeah.
-It's mine, keep your hands
off it, you.

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

All right. Magazines down!
Get off your lazy backsides!

And don't let me catch you
sitting down again,

until this whole dormitory
is shining like a new pin.

Am I getting through to you,
Gibson?

Yes, Miss.

Good.

(DOOR LOCKING)

-Any news from Jane, yet?
-She's still unconscious.

She won't come, won't she,
Sarah?

Even if she does come,
they might not
let you see her.

We're still in detention,
you know?

Listen, it's about time
you started thinking
about yourself.

What do you mean?

Well, have you thought what
Jane's going to tell them,
when

she recovers consciousness?

It's you and me
that is going to get
the blame.

And that's not going to help
us one bit.

What'll they do to us?

Well, they could put us in
borstal for three years!

But they'll have to listen
to our side of the story!

(SCOFFING) What's that?

That you and I
were in bed together.

And Jane attacked us
out of jealousy?

Well, that's going to sound
just great.

Have you thought about that?

Well, just think about it.

Well, what can we do?

Well, I know what I am doing.

And tonight.

All you've got to decide,
is whether you're coming
with me.

(SIGHING)

She's here.

Better late than never.

She's brought him here!

Oh, don't worry, love.

I won't see her.

I won't!

-What was that about then?
-Oh, it's her mother,
she's driving her mad.

She's got this bloke
and she's brought him with...

Mrs. Johnson,

(SIGHING)

anything you can tell me,
to show that Nicki,

was under stress...

I think I know what might
have upset her.

I lent some money,
to Mr. Spenton, that actually
belonged to her.

And, she found out about it.

Knowing your daughter,
would you think that's

sufficient reason for her
to attack a man?

Is she, uh, given to
acts of violence?

No, she's not.

But sometimes,

she's withdrawn,

she goes inside herself.

Nicki told me
that Mr. Spenton more or less
tried to rape her.

(GASPING)

Could be a fabrication.

-Is she a liar?
-No, she's not.

I've definitely established,
that

Nicki has a very strong
guilt complex,

about the death of her father.
Did you know that?

She actually used the phrase,
"I killed him."

Yes, she said that to me
on the day she attacked,
Mr. Spenton.

But it's ridiculous.

It was an accident.

Nobody blamed Nicki, no one.

Except herself.

(CLEARING THROAT)
Mrs. Johnson, it might, um,

help me understand
the situation a little better
if you could tell me

the purpose of this loan,
to Mr. Spenton?

It was to help him.

He... We wanted to get married
and his wife,

he's still married.

The money was, partly to,
bribe her. I suppose.

I see.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I'm sorry to interrupt,
doctor,

but Nicki refuses to see
her mother.

But surely...

I mean she must.

We can't force her,
Mrs. Johnson.

-But I...
-I don't think it will be at
all helpful for

any pressure to be put on
Nicki at this stage.

No, I suppose you're right.

I'm sorry.
These are the reports,
you wanted.

Thank you, Matron.

You said this loan,
was to facilitate Mr. Spenton
obtaining a divorce.

Yes.

Mrs. Johnson,

Harold William Spenton,

is not married.

And never has been.

What are you saying?

How do you know?

What is this?

Spenton's police record.

You see, he has a conviction
for fraudulent conversion.

Five hundred quid.

Or give Margaret 200 and
she'll give me the divorce.

I need you, Anne.

DR. SANDS: Harold William
Spenton is not married.

When I
married Margaret, I was 18.

ANNE: Promise me,
nothing will go wrong.

SPENTON: Anne,

what can go wrong?

(SOBBING)

But you won't trust me.

I nearly got stabbed.

(SOBBING)

Come on.

Quick now.

Come on,
you can't take everything.

-Hey, Sarah.
-What?

-See you tomorrow.
-I won't see you because,
we are getting out.

Don't be silly. You'll be
nicked before the morning.

-All you're doing is,
losing a night's sleep.
-Yeah? You want to bet?

-Come on.
-Don't forget to bring
some cigarettes when the law

brings you back.

SUSAN: I've had a look.
I think all we've got to do
is loosen those screws.

SARAH: Uh-huh.

SUSAN: There's a knife there.
Here.

-SARAH: Thanks. Now,
go and keep watch on the door.
-Okay.

-Hey, Sarah!
-What?

-Its Ms. Waldron,
she's early.
-Oh, my God!

-Well, do something, quick!
-What?

I don't know,
just do something.

(SCREAMING)

WALDRON: Oh, Susan?

Susan?

Where are you?

Susan!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(TOILET FLUSHING)

-Susan?
-Oh, Miss, I don't feel well.

What is it? What's the matter?

SUSAN: I think it started.

WALDRON: How long?

-Oh! About an hour.
-How often
are the pains coming?

-Ah, I can't remember.
-Alright.
Now stay calm, Susan.

We'll get you onto
the sick bed.

Take a deep breath
every time you feel a pain.

Breathe in, breathe out.
Come on.

SUSAN: Oh, it hurts. Ah!

Deep breaths. Come on,
that's a good girl.

Breathe in.

Deep breaths.

(SQUEAKING)

Now what?

We've got to get
along the roof, over the
boiler house...

And once we're in the grounds,

-look out for the
night watchman.
-Okay.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

Come on.
They're onto us.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

Shh, listen.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

GUARD: Hey, Ms. Waldren,
over here.

I think we've lost them.

Okay.

All we've got...

All we've got to do now

is make it to the main road.

-All right? And we're safe.
Go on.

Come on.

-Freeze!
-(SCREAMING)

Let go, let go of her!

Nicki, no.
Nicki, go.

-Run, you fool!
Nicki, don't risk...
Go on, Nicki. Run for it!

Go on! Get your
bleeding hands off
me, you bastard!

-You stupid, stupid girl!
You stupid...
-(SCREAMING)

-MAN: You want a lift?
-Please.

-Okay, get in.
-Thanks.

Yes, inspector, I understand,
thank you anyway.

-Still no news, I'm afraid.
-That means she's been gone
all night.

-What do you think
that made her do it?
-Well, it's all

rather unfortunate.
There was a disturbance
in the dormitory.

One of the girls was hurt.
Oh, not badly.
But Nicki and Sarah

thought that they'd be
held responsible.

Is the girl all right?

She had the slight knock
on the head.
She's now fully recovered.

You have no idea
where she might go,
Mrs. Johnson?

No favorite aunt or relatives
in the country or anything?

-No, she has absolutely
no one.
-It's a great pity.

Psychologically,
Nicki couldn't depict
a worst moment

to beset herself.

Hello there! Good morning.
Can I help you?

I am looking for Peter Lang.

Is there anything I can do?

Uh, no, he's a
friend of mine.

He is downstairs working.

I will call him for you.

This way.

-Peter!
-Yeah?

Somebody to see you.

PETER: I'll be up in a minute.

He won't be long.

Just come down from London
for the day. Have you?

Yes.

Oh, it's lovely, darling.
This is just the place
we are looking for.

Yes.

Oh, darling, aren't those
lovely? Aren't they
absolutely super?

Yes.

Oh, well... Would you mind
waiting through there, please?

-Gosh!
-Good morning, madam.

Oh, good morning.

-Good morning, sir.
-Thank you.

Lovely day.

(WOMAN CHATTERING)

Nicki?

Pete!

What are you doing here?

I've run away.
You must help me.

What you want me to do?

I need somewhere to stay.

You can't stay at my place,
I've only got one room and...

The landlady's not
very social.

-Nicki, you should go back.
-I can't go back.

Pete, you're the only person
I can turn to.

Please help me.

-Where can you stay?
-Anywhere.

There is downstairs...

Sort of workroom
come showroom.

Geoffrey and I
experiment with colors
and wallpapers down there.

Some sort of
mad Aladdin's cave.

But it's got a
four poster-bed.

And what would
I tell Geoffrey?

-You could tell him that
you've come about athe ob.
-Anything.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

MAN: See you Wednesday.

Come along, dear!

Well, this had better be
worth a few quid.

Pete, this job you
mentioned...

What does it entail?

Well, looking after the shop
mostly when Geoffrey is out.

I work downstairs mainly,
you see, restoring furniture.

And it's a drag to have to
keep coming up and
looking after customers.

Well that should
be juicy, Peter.

And assert sharply.

Um, Nicki Johnson,
Geoffrey Burnham.

Oh, yes.
We have met.

-Would you care for a Scotch?
-No thank you.

Uh, Geoff, um...

Nicki is interested in
taking the job.

Oh?

Yeah, and as she has
just arrived in town, I
thought maybe for a while,

she could stay downstairs.

-Downstairs!
-Yeah, it would only be
for a couple of days

until I find her
somewhere else.

Oh, I see!

Turn around, please.

Well, my dear...

You are not exactly dressed

for our kind of business.

Are they the only clothes
you've got with you.

Yes.

Oh, Geoff...

Would Amanda lend her some?

Amanda...

I don't know, maybe, I see you
as sort of a...

-A see-through girl!
-Amanda!

The kid needs stuff
she can wear in the shop.

Men, darling. Honestly,
I despair!

Oh! Doesn't that look
absolutely divine?

Haven't you got her
anything sensible to wear,

like blouses,
that sort of thing?

I thought yours was a chic
business,
Geoffrey, darling.

He's always telling he deals
only with the best people,
don't you, darling?

-AMANDA: Now, this is divine,
but...
-This gilfriend of yours...

Yes.

She seems...

...tense,

nervous.

Is she all right?

What do you mean, all right?

Well , it could be
my imagination, I suppose...

AMANDA: Oh, yes, darling.
Now, doesn't it look divine?

But if you vouch for her...

AMANDA: Right, take
it off, darling.

She's alright.

AMANDA: Now, how
about this little number?

Of course... She's very young.

(CONTINUES CHATTERING)

Naturally, you do
sleep with her?

No.

No?

AMANDA: Oh, yes...
Now how about this?

Isn't it absolutely gorgeous?
Isn't that marvelous, darling?

But, I haven't got anything
to wear underneath it.

AMANDA: Oh, I think
it's rather lovely!

-She is a nice girl.
-AMANDA: Now what about
this little number?

Isn't that absolutely
gorgeous?
Actually, believe it or not...

That's quite the most
disturbing thing
about her.

AMANDA: Oh yes, darling.
Now that's divine with
the color of your hair.

That's marvelous!
Well, I must go.

Now, there is make-up
and false eyelashes
in there.

Now, you go into that room
and sit down
in front of the mirror

ad turn yourself into
a very dolly bird.
I know you can do it.

Goodbye, darling.
Come along, Geoffrey.

Super.

Geoffrey!

Bye-bye, darling!
Bye!

Have a super evening!

Oh!

Amanda is a nutcase!

I think she's super!
He is too.

-Yeah... Well, don't get
too involved, huh?
-What do you mean?

Look, I've...

I've got an appointment
that Geoffrey made
with a client.

I better keep it.
I don't want him
to get suspicious.

What about?

Well, you're running away
on the police.

Don't worry,
it'll be okay.

-Have you eaten today?
-No.

I thought not.
I'll bring you back something.

Look, don't answer the phone,
and don't open the door
to anybody, alright?

Don't worry.

It'll be okay.

♪ Ride a cock horse
to Banbury Cross,

♪ And see a fine lady
on a white horse ♪

(ECHOING)

♪ Ride a cock-horse
to Banbury Cross,

♪ And see a... ♪

(SCREAMING)

MAN: All in the reflection
of my great Lord...

(INAUDIBLE)

(SCREAMING)

SPENTON: And whose
fault is that?

You killed your father, Nicki,
you killed him.
You killed him!

(SCREAMING)

NICKI: I killed him
because I was scared!

MAN: Guilty, guilty,
guilty as hell!
WOMAN: Help him!

NICKI: I saw him dead.

I told you I didn't

I saw him dying!

I'm guilty,
I'm guilty,
I'm guilty!

-(SCREAMING)
- (ECHOING) I saw him...
I saw him...

I saw him...

(SCREAMING)

MAN: You killed him...
Killed. Killed. Killed!
NICKI: I'm guilty!

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

MAN: Nicki...

MAN: Nicki.

NICKI: Why?

MAN: I am the resurrection
and the life, saith the Lord.

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

Stop it...

(SOBBING)

-GEOFFREY: Nicki... Nicki
-(MUMBLING)

There is nothing to be
sorry about,
don't be silly.

It's alright, darling,
daddy is here.

Oh... Help me.

Please help me.

Daddy, I am sorry.

Please for give me.

There is nothing to be
sorry about.

Don't be silly.

No, no!

Ah!

(SCREAMING)

Help you?

I will help you.
I will teach you
to turn me on.

PETER: Don't be a bloody fool!

-She is wanted by the police.
-For what?

-She run away from
her remand home.
-And you knew...

Are you a mad?

Take her out of here...

As quick as you can.

In the morning.

Make sure you do.

PETER: Here, drink this.

Go on, it'll do you good.

I don't want it, Pete.

Okay.

One thing is obvious,
you'll have to go back.

I won't go back...

Ever!

But there is nowhere else
you can go.

I know.

Nicki, I'm...

I'm trying to help.

But I don't think you want
to be helped.

You look for trouble,

you seem to create problems.

Nicki.

You know how I feel about you.

But there's just
nothing I can do.

You just won't let me!

(SCOFFING)

You seem to enjoy suffering.

You've just got to go back
and sort it out for yourself.

I won't go back, Peter,
ever!

Okay.

Suit yourself.

Pete.

Pete,

don't go.

What's the point in staying?

Please, don't leave me.

Oh, Nicki, we've had
all this out downstairs.
I'm bored with ti!

You won't help me!
What do you want me to say?

I keep talking and you keep
rejecting all the answers.
I don't want to know.

(ENGINE RUNNING)

I'm hungry.

You're a funny bird.

There's nowhere open
this time of the morning.

Come on, we'll go
on the motorway.

DR. SANDS: I mean it very
sincerely, Nicki.
I'm here to help you.

PETER: You look for trouble.

NICKI: I thought I was
the only one with problems.

SARAH: We've all got
something, love,
that's why we're in here.

PETER: There's nothing
I can do.

Look, Nicki,
why don't you go back
to your mother

and try
and sort things out?

ANNE: Your father would
want me to be happy.

ANNE: It was an accident...
Nobody blamed Nicki.
DR. SANDS: Except herself.

SARAH: Sooner or later,
we have to work things
for ourselves, you know.

Yes, I suppose, you're right.

The only person
I am running away from
is myself.

Take me home,

please, Pete.

You mean it?

Great.

Things are going to work out.
You'll see.

PETER: Look out!

(BOTH SCREAMING)

Yeah, look at them!
They're all berks.

Mugpunters, the lot of them.

You know, the bookies are
the only winners.

They always come out on top.

Do their money in cold blood,
they do.

Yeah, bookmaking's
a marvelous game.

It's a gold mine.

Listen, Maureen.
All I want is a
few hundred quid.

And I'll be able to buy a
half-share in a betting shop.

Yes, thank you.

And with a profit

I'll be able to
get my divorce.

The money will double itself
inside no time.

We'll be able to buy another
shop, who knows,
might end up a whole chain!

There we are, go public,
we'll likely end
up millionaires.

I do fancy this Long John
in the Surrey novices.

I only know the owner.
Don't I?

(LAUGHING) Yes.

Listen, I'll, uh...

I'm going to see
the wife tonight.

She'd do anything
for my money.

I wonder what the price
is on that horse there.

Let's go have a look.

Roll him out a check in the
morning,

I'll go see the fellow,
and we can be in business
by the end of the day.

Alright, you're right about
that long-term.

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)