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- Let me see this face.

- So you're all just slippery little scrubs been making it like a light mug.

You want any last words, treacle? - Yeah.

- What don't you do, why don't you just pop?

- Me, that is so cute, thank you.

- Sorry, sir, I missed it.

One of my eyelashes slipped in it.

- Ha.

- Usmir literally blinked and missed it.

As glorified, extra is given more horrified.

Extra, I had lines, a line.

Get a jade.

Look, it is a process.

I'm building my brand.

My agent's name, I'm going to, please.

The agent's major, the only reason you've got signed

is because I injured myself in the school play.

They've clearly gotten noticed.

Says the guy that's, what is it?

Self represented.

Don't you dare talk about my woman like that.

He wants all of the money.

What money?

Fine, if you're going to be like that, let's get to work.

Open up your phone, submit Donna's filmography.

Oh, sorry.

Do we have a better idea? - I'll do.

- Drama was superhero style.

- Just get a look.

Ow.

Ow.

It's a mouth.

Ow.

Ow.

- Wrong MJ.

You're supposed to be Zendaya from Spider-Man.

The Marvel movies?

I'll get changed first.

- Maybe don't tell your parents about this.

That's this.

- Oh, that's a bit morbid.

Gluten Tage Sally Bowles.

- Love the hat.

- Fortune Cookie.

- What size of Fraser's feet? - Sure, False.

Fraser can fit both fists in his mouth.

Are these questions all about you?

- Right, what you know?

Where's the bomb?

- I forget that one.

- Woo-hoo!

- Please hang, please.

Come through.

- How y'all doing? - Fire.

- So, as you are all aware, this year we are hosting the competitive theater games.

Competing against the most prestigious schools in the country.

- And as such, it's an opportunity for us to pretend we care about the arts.

- See you later.

- Oh, sorry, my love.

Sorry, it's just on the phone to my agent.

- Harper, not that it matters because by law we have to be inclusive.

But are you wearing lipstick?

- Oh, it's this, um, Elizabeth earned and stuff.

- Yeah, I've got to glam up.

- Just book to show.

- Be warned.

I booked a short for a fake once.

Stole all the petty cash.

- Quick little chaps.

- I think Mitchell's talking about a short film, Fraser.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's well aye.

- Anyways, so competitive theater is all about improvisation.

- Mm-hmm.

- And this year we have to devise a piece inspired by a word.

- Are there any new scenes?

- Well, no, Mollinson, because they're children.

- I mean, he's film.

- Not your silly little competition.

- Mollinson, there is tons of shagging.

I've had to start putting cream on me, togga.

- Oh, well, it sounds appalling.

Although if my time at boo who has taught me anything,

it's that the British public will buy anything.

- This year I have no doubt in my mind

that we are going to snatch that crown from

scent maws because we have a secret weapon.

- Mr. Harper.

- Pardon?

- Well, if we want to beat some maws, we need a professional in charge.

I mean, Mr. Harper may be z-list, but at least he's on Earth-list.

- But Stephen, it is no mage deal.

- No.

- Make it make sense?

- Well, it kind of does, you know?

I'm a working actor killing it in the game right now

when you're no shade, just in a transitional moment.

- You think you could last a date in my shoes?

- Your toad toes could never.

- Oh, and you think my job is easy, do you?

- Well, I would love to see you take on my

legendary Nando's assault calls, piece of piss.

- I'm glad you feel so confident.

- I'll need someone to teach PE whilst Mr. Harper teaches drama.

- Oh, sorry, but you want me to be him what a highly respected teacher

affecting positive change in students lives.

Good luck.

- Fine, go off, I will just sit back, webbing market store, rejects,

whilst I grab whatever process gunk I can get my mix on.

- All right.

- All true and cookie.

- Why not? - Enjoy.

- Who cares anymore? - Pop it in.

- You gotta do it, can ya? - Screw you.

- I haven't eaten a car since 2050.

- Just let me air car.

- It's looking a bit drive.

- I think it's made out of the side for two next steps.

- I really like it.

- Come on, you lot, I don't you like for my class?

- Oh, we've got drama next.

- Correct, come on, no more petty, what?

But Hoban has put a bona fide film star in charge

of the drama department to whip you look into shape for the big competition.

- Sorry, are you sure you're ready for this?

We're up against St. Moore's.

- Those fuck-up bitches?

Be us in everything.

- Last year, then, Pagans pellet our team with perfectly ripe avocados.

- Sir, St. Moore's have one of the best drama departments in the whole country.

- And St. Moore's your old school jigs? - Yes.

But my theatrical training ended the day I went

up for Maria von Trapp in the sound of music.

Patience fits Walker's spread of rumour that I skied in Croatia.

I was glad I stood after that.

- Listen, what are you doing?

- I like the bit.

- Who's it, you lot?

- I'm on community service again to be in late.

I told Hoban it's cos I got her drop my little

brother off at school first, but she don't care.

- I think that he's bang out of all that.

- Well, she's pushed me too far this time.

- Operation boss man is gold.

- Burn it down a dead.

- From Bihar on behalf of the League of Superheads.

- Thank you for wearing that bowler hat as we requested.

- You must complete.

- But you must complete many more tasks

before we deem you worthy of joining our powerful and well-paid fraternity.

Today, you must provide your students with food

from these approved vendors to boost their productivity.

See that it is done.

- Mr. boss man.

Mr.

- First mum.

- Superhead of the League of Superheads.

- Hang on, so you're Mr. boss man.

- That is quality.

- I'm gonna bang-hopped her, then I'm gonna humiliate her

in front of all the posh schools, but I need your help.

- Okay, first you have got to change because that

look is not ready for giving and I am not living.

- Why are you talking like that?

- And where's Mr.

Carmichael? - Legendary.

- How late is.

- Yeah.

- Why is there a stand?

- A medal to medal to medal to medal.

Okay, Mr. boss.

- I think you ate that prize.

- Well, you did end.

- Miss Hanay.

- This is pretty.

- Let's do it.

- All that on.

d All around the world 'cause girls pay us toll d

- It's giving couture.

d All living on the top d

- Couple of tolls.

It's fine, you'll live.

Fine, I'll call for the medic.

- Yeah.

d 'Cause girls is pay us toll d

d Uh, yeah, yeah d

d 'Cause girls is pay us toll d

d Hey baby d

d 'Cause girls is pay us toll d

d Ladies get money all around the world d

d 'Cause girls is pay us toll d

d I'll go on and on and on again d

d He blowin' on my phone but I'll ignore him d

d I think he don't want my phone d

- Like four and a half of your shoes.

- Yeah.

d Oh d

- Good morning, actors.

- What the hell, man?

Everything's gone.

- Where's the selfie corner?

- How can I create one content with this dead overhead light in?

- On your arses.

- After spending the evening watching YouTube clips of Inside the Action Studio,

I realized that if we are going to win this competition,

then we need to start taking our craft a little bit more seriously.

- Well, you've messed up my craft now.

- You little weirdo.

- We need a focus on authentic human observation.

- Lost your war and I won't tell you again.

Thank you.

- Take, for example.

- Usba.

- Hmm?

- She is so obsessed with her outer appearance.

But does she have a really work?

- What's on the inside?

- Is she too afraid to show people the real usma?

Is she worried that they might not like what they seem?

- I've got to get out of here.

Not being funny, sir.

Well, you need a therapist.

You're sick.

- Mr. Harper, what has gotten into you?

That was so nuts, okay?

- That is acting.

- Speaking of which, today we are focusing on Hong Kong cinema.

Y'all are my crew of assassins.

Harrison, Warren, you're thugs.

Fly as if you were the souls of my fallen enemies.

Let's go!

Operation Bosman phase two.

I'm gonna blast hoping in front of the best schools in the country.

- Pangirlites.

- Yeah.

So I'm gonna need you to unlock the school for me tonight.

I'm gonna rid the stage with them.

- Nope, can't do that.

- What?

- Are you on her side?

- No, but competitive theater is a moment,

and nothing can stop us from slaying tomorrow.

- Sir.

I trusted you.

- The only person that you can trust is yourself.

- You did not! - Nope.

- Nope.

- That's good, man.

- You're getting on top of me.

- Wow.

- I'm a good one.

- I'm a good one.

- You saw a loss.

- You know I love a win in the name.

- Yeah.

- You're welcome, you're welcome.

- What is this trash?

I ordered a super-charged vegan avocado bot noodle.

- Did it, did it, did it?

Zones test me, Warren.

- Oh, Lord, Mr. Carmichael, what are you wearing?

- Sports lot.

Since you do motormen to pee, I've had to give it to stretch fabrics.

- It's not appropriate in a school.

You know, I Paris Hilton.

- I met up once as a perfume launch.

- What? - Yes, it was.

I couldn't understand a word.

She was saying and the perfume brought the customers out in hives.

Better you live and learn.

- Sir?

- Sir, what's happened?

- You're not strutting.

- Oh, you're wearing guards.

- You're not awful.

- Well, I don't answer that.

- I'm Warren, I'm so ashamed.

- I'm back on carbs.

- I'm so sorry, sir.

- Maybe this is your midlife crisis.

- Midlife? - I'm sorry.

- We've really missed you.

All this drama's gone to Mr. Harper's head.

- Oh, yeah, well, it's gone to my hips.

I'm a size 32 now, 32.

I mean, what is the point in living?

If I can't fit into my personally creative fashion archives.

- But I know who's to blame.

- Yeah, it's open.

- No, you bunch of sellouts for taking my beauty and talent for granted.

And in doing so, creating a monster in Mitchell.

- He's gone even worse ever since he got verified on Instagram.

- Perfect.

- Sir? - Sir.

- Sir.

- Medi.

- Medi.

- Oh, sorry.

- Oh, sorry.

- Sorry.

- Look at me.

- No, get a call.

- Oh, no.

- Oh, no.

- Oh, no.

- Oh, no.

- Oh, no.

- Oh, no.

- No.

- Oh, no.

- Oh, no.

- Bernadette, you continue to impress us.

But it would not be appropriate to serve street food

to sent molds in the other schools competing tomorrow.

- They will expect a banquet, which you must create tonight.

Single-handed.

Only then will you be worthy of the league.

Mr. Bursmuck.

- Shit.

- Was it?

- Was it?

- Was it?

- Was it?

What's happening?

Oh my god, look at the time!

Shit!

Shit!

Steven's turned into Mitchell.

Mitchell's turned into Stephen.

And now hoping this... me.

The fortune cookie.

What have I done? James.

You're okay? Yeah, fine.

You're supposed to be able to hear your own heartbeat, bye?

Oh, God, it's patience, Fitzwill come.

Oh!

I hate your moment.

Long time, Lucy.

Looks like you settled in quite nicely.

Try her again, and you're gonna wish you

stayed at home to blend out that dead contour.

Thanks, Bestie.

We got you.

You are quite annoying, but only we can tell you that.

Oh, God, glass came.

What the hell? Okay.

Straighten that tie.

We'll never succeed looking like a slat in.

And don't breathe in that gormless manner.

It's in more to hear.

Welcome.

Check her leg.

Come on, Bernie.

You can do it.

Time to become the superhead you are born to be.

Oh!

Oh, Bernie, that's open.

Headness, just welcome.

To Abby Grove.

What is she doing? I don't know.

I'm kind of into it.

Whoo!

I've taken the lips who are preparing some luncheon.

And whose booth? Oh, man.

No, no, this is mostly chocolate.

Please write this way.

Oh, wait, wait, come back.

I presume it's already eaten.

You're amis.

Oh, yes. I'm so fine.

Yes, I obviously just haven't got what it takes.

Or maybe this is part of the test.

You need to prove your courage to the league of superheads.

How'd you know about the league?

I'm a legacy, isn't it?

Mr. Bosman's like my weird uncle was her own.

Bosman, I've been pronouncing it bosmon.

I know how you can earn back his respect and

get revenge on St. Moore's for humiliating me.

Of course.

Anything.

What's that?

What's that?

What's that?

What's that?

What's that?

What's that?

What's that? Oh, chillin'.

Land in the cut, though.

Easy.

Try to see what up, though, bro.

Home of the cut, though.

No, sorry.

It's y'all not that.

Rest, go, sleep.

One night, oh.

Two smart, 'cause I'm always scoped and watch.

Seein' at his lanes and the lanes.

You can decide you get your friends up one.

I got one.

I got one.

Actors?

Why y'all looking so lay miserable?

I'm not sure everyone's recovered from yesterday, sir.

I couldn't sleep after being called a first-class, fun sponge.

We're on.

We were just happening to the foundations, so we can slay the house down shoes.

Never question my methods, all right?

I need y'all to focus.

Just drop my first line of merchandise.

It's called "Merchill.

" Have a look.

Three.

Get a look, get a look, get a look.

So, I need y'all to sell, sell, sell, sell.

No, I'm sorry, sir.

Selling a rival's merchandise is a complete breach of contract with Mr. Carmichael.

Potato, potato, potato.

Circle of trust, guys.

Come on, let's warm up.

Try it, you slice.

Try it, you slice.

Try it, you slice.

It's all right.

Seven sorts chagging on South Bend's safe shop.

Seven sorts chagging on South Bend's safe shop.

It's an honour to host the 10th annual theatre

games, combining the thrill of sport with the sitting down of theatre.

As host school, Abigrove will choose the key word.

Each team will have one hour to devise a theatrical piece based on that word.

Mr Harper.

Pick an envelope.

Be.

For Britney Bitch.

And the word is... A basement.

Sir, do you even know what the basement means?

Sir, it's under a ground floor.

Right, line up in... High order.

Quickly, hurry up.

Pitch of this.

Fearing loven in Baz Vegas.

Three.

The Russian job.

Right, we move your powder out of Budapest because... Well, work.

But some slags from Moscow have got us cornered.

All right, Vladimir, Eastridgeon.

Let us out.

No yet.

Sir, now.

It looks like we've got to shoot our way out.

Or this basement.

Right, everyone.

Beyond the barricade.

Yes.

They're not going to win, are we?

I don't think so, no.

Welcome to the quote, unquote, legendary Nando's assault course.

The rules.

Get the balloon round the calls using teamwork.

The balloon cannot touch the floor.

The black balloons.

At the very top of the spy scale, a full of something called California Reaper.

But you're not ready for those.

Plain Jains.

Let's go.

Get it together, you pusses.

It's only limited hub.

I guess I'll have to show you how a real legend does it.

Sure.

These Russians are proper naughty.

They've got dogs and all.

Looks like it's curtains for me and my teasers.

Stating bags, bony and carcass tell.

They ain't taken the A basement yet.

Let's paint the walls with room.

Oh my god.

Cut.

I have seen more passion in a Mariah Carey performance.

I cut it.

That's enough.

We've got 10 minutes left and nothing to show for it.

Bye.

Sorry, sir.

But you are the rematch.

We're relieving you of your duties.

Wait, what?

Is this a stitch up? No, no, no, no.

You today.

You today.

You're all traders.

Get that thing away from me.

Look, carves you little feeder.

Eat it.

My body is a temple.

No.

Eat it.

No, no, yes.

Get it down.

Get it down.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Daddy boy.

Holy shit.

Well, I'm aware of an affair, right?

Do you really not remember? I remember.

I remember I was a bit of a prick.

I'm sorry, guys.

I think I was just hand-greased.

Ah, now I'm doing this to half of that old day.

But what about the play?

I'm guessing a basement doesn't mean a basement.

It's too late, sir.

The performance starts in 10 minutes.

No, I am not going to let you go out there with a lot of bunch of wankers.

We need Mr. Carmichael.

Bit dramatic.

Watch and learn.

Sir, we need you to be running on this stuff.

I'm loving to, sir, please.

Come on.

Please, come on.

I need you to level controlling back.

Well, forget it.

I know that I'll let the action go to my head, but don't take out on the kids.

It's about time you've learned a lesson.

Your concern, leap in your lumpy bed, because I'm going to ever come in back.

Shut the-- I'm alive.

Jesus Christ.

He's just his root jiddie powder.

Well, duh! You mad, don't you?

I just tell the kids he's shitty powder to get him sights up.

What is legendary about that? Oh my god, warren.

My faithful companion helped me.

Yes. I can't rock butts. I'm dying.

Don't worry, sir. Everything's gonna be okay. Um, my eye.

Back.

Back. Back. Sure. Okay. Seeing me my favorite lullaby.

Don't you wish your girlfriend was all I need.

You don't show. Don't you? Don't you? Don't you?

We're sorry we abandoned you. We had our heads turned by Mr.

Harper's 15 minutes of fame.

But now, we know what a real star looks like.

Good. A star.

Maybe I was once, but... Look, what I've become.

A shadow of my former cell.

But I will wilt no longer.

I may be for you all in this dead-out-looking,

unmoistry skin ready to emerge from this cocoon.

Was he wearing that the whole time?

I remember that the Bat-Bitch live chose me and I will never ever be basic again.

I may have been humble, I may have been a beast.

But now... I'm free. Free.

Bravo.

Wait a second.

Is this the me?

What is this one?

Oh, what are we... describe their happy faces to me?

It made me a picture of it.

Yeah, come on!

Refresh from Abbey Grove's style.

We've got tea, biscuits, and some old copies of Russell.

I had squirreled away for the janitor's Christmas present

for man never got over the loss of his wife.

Um, oh, oh, that's got her.

It's got a bit of... is that milk? Okay.

Um, shall I be, mother? Sorry.

And, um, I'm sorry.

I think we both got a bit carried away.

Yes.

You did.

But I'm sorry too.

Your thought cause was actually a pretty epic.

And I may be underestimated you.

Or overestimated me.

Using real chili powder.

I mean, that's a bit bloody irresponsible, even for me.

I mean, I guess I didn't see you harnessing the power of illusion in PA.

Careful planning is the key to a successful lesson.

Oof, you sound like a real teacher.

Mm.

It smell like I've been to love.

Vinderhoo?

I did it!

Oh!

Congrats on the win.

Cause you're certainly not winning at life.

Piss off patience.

Shall we still have a happy rar?

Come on, come on, come on, come on!

Any second thoughts? Absolutely not.

We're overdressed and blessing.

Poppers away!

Mr. Bossman isn't real.

But the Bolat, the food stalls.

It was all me.

You were punishing me for looking out for my little brother.

So, I wanted to get you back.

But you're right, Miss.

And you're... Top button is undone.

I wanted 2,000 word essay on the importance of a covered neck.

Did you know I'm never gonna do that? I know.

I know.

It feels so much!

So, you're a dirty dude.

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