Courtroom 4 O'Clock Club

# Where do you go when you know nobody can understand you?

# When it's just too much to handle?

# What do you do when you end up somewhere you never planned to?

# Wash that stress out like it was shampoo

# You should stay It can change

# There's good days and bad days

# But one day down the line this time is sure to stop

# So the only time is now, 4 o'clock

# 4 o'clock, 4 o'clock, 4 o'clock. #

Hey!

-I was just texting you.

-Hey, I was going to come find you.

I've got such a solid idea.

UK Unsigned want to feature ten new rap crews.

All we've got to do is shoot a video for them.

Well, I do have to say...

..great minds think alike.

-I got a new song.

-And I got some sweet new moves.

Ain't a terrible combination.

Oi, save it. The deadline's tomorrow.

We're going to have to rehearse at break and shoot after school.

In and on it.

WHOOSHING

You got a new ringtone?

Hey.

Spying on people, not cool.

Yeah, especially when they're on the toilet.

I want that footage deleted.

Relax, I'm just going to put it on the internet

where no-one'll ever see.

Wait up. You can shoot our sick new video with this.

Give me that.

Guess what day it is?

I want to say Friday,

but I've got a horrible feeling it's only Tuesday.

It's our four-month anniversary today.

I know! Four happy, amazing months.

I only wish we didn't have to spend it here.

Let's spend our breaks together.

Can't be obvious about...us.

Hello, everyone.

I'm looking for volunteers for a study.

It is extremely boring and will mean giving up all your free time today.

-Anyone?

-Flipping heck, love.

Why don't you say it involves electric shocks

and really boost the numbers?

I'll volunteer, Miss Baker.

Thank you, Mr Harris.

Ha-ha, good luck finding anything interesting to study there.

I can see why you don't want to take part, Mr Nunn.

Only thing Lizzie'd learn from you is that your brain's missing.

LAUGHTER

Which is why you teach PE.

CHUCKLING

Chocolate, peanut butter, marshmallow,

waffle cone dust and...

-..jelly babies.

-Bleurgh!

That is my five-a-day, right here.

Can it do backflips?

-Whoa, what are you doing?

-No! Give it back.

-Get off, man.

-Aah!

-Eugh!

-OTHER CHILDREN:

-Ooh!

-Are you OK?

-Yeah.

Luckily it only hit me on the head.

Never mind him, what about me?

LAUGHTER

Oh, my days, that is too funny.

Laugh it up, Johnson. You'll get yours.

-LAUGHTER

-Oh, Ding-Dong. Leg it.

-Johnson?

-Football hit her, Sir.

Took the deflection off her smoothie.

Oh, yes?

Where is it, then?

I don't know.

Well, perhaps a day of detentions will help jog your memory.

-See you at first break.

-No, but I can't.

Bla-bla-bla-bla...

I've got rehearsal, sir.

Come on, this ain't fair.

Oh, my days.

That is too funny.

Did you hear me earlier in the staffroom?

I was like, "Pow! Zing! Burn!"

I can never normally think of things like that to say.

You certainly were very witty.

So, what's this scientific study about?

Is it what makes Dexter Harris so irresistible?

Get lost, Harris. She's got an elite athlete to study, now.

Ah.

Um...

Er...

You see the thing is, Mr Nunn,

I only need one person for my study.

Start with a run.

You can study who's the sweatiest when we get back.

Shall we say two miles?

Let's make it five.

Oh?

Over hurdles.

-Great.

-Come on, then.

What are you doing?

I don't know.

He's just SO annoying.

# Feel like an imbecile in this tiny outfit,

# That's made about the size of one of Santa's little elves

# Thanks, Nunn, you picked it up from the lost and found.

# Now I have to run and I don't want to do leaps or bounds

# Or hurdles, I'm not ready for that

# I over-reacted when Nunn started taking the mick

# In front of Lizzie but now I'm going to look more silly

# Running around on a special day

-BOTH:

-# Like our anniversary

# A good day's gone bad then got worse for me

# Me and Dexter should be spending time romantically

# I was hoping that our day would go perfectly

# Instead, I'm stuck with a stopwatch like a referee

# This is definitely not the day I wanted

# I've got to rehearse, this competition's almost coming

# I thought he wanted to win, but obviously he doesn't

# Guess he's a no show.

# Where's Zero when you want him?

# Stuck in detention twiddling pencils

# Should I mention I should be busting dance moves

# Getting screams from the female fans

# Paparazzi snapping pictures at me

# Back to reality, I'm actually

# Sitting here letting the side down so tragically

# Bet Clem is mad at me, a good day went bad for me

-ALL:

-# A good day went bad for me

# A good day went bad for me

# And all the time I'm thinking...

# I really wanted this to be a good day

# So why is nothing ever going my way?

# I really wanted this to be a good day

# So why is nothing ever going my way?

# I really wanted this to be a good day

# So why is nothing ever going my way?

# Got to turn it around somehow, understood?

# Get to rehearsals and turn a bad day good. #

Nice of you to show up to rehearsals.

Slacker.

Come on, I had detention.

I'll be there lunchtime.

Yeah, you better be.

How can you show up for rehearsal at lunch

if Ding-Dong's got you in detention?

I'll think of something.

You shouldn't have been monkeying with that drone.

But all-day detention is a bit harsh.

I wonder what he's got going on at home.

What's going on is Bell's got it in for me.

You know, I read an article about a school

where a panel of pupils decide punishments and stuff.

That way,

if a teacher doesn't like you, it doesn't matter.

Say that again.

Kids choosing the punishments.

Awesome idea.

This area is reserved for QUIET reading.

Ssh.

I was merely pointing out that...

Ssh.

My role here requires me to...

Ssssh.

You are all extremely annoying.

I'm so taking this to Goodman to get my day in court.

See you later!

-And next time, you...

-Ssh!

EXASPERATED SIGH

Pathetic.

I've seen year sevens having an asthma attack

finish faster than that.

It's the shorts.

The shorts were too tight.

Don't worry.

You did very well.

-You were never going to win.

-Eh?

He's... I mean...

..and you're...

It doesn't matter.

Oi, Nunn.

-Ready for the next challenge? The mental one.

-What?

Battle of the brains? Bring it on.

Well, let's do it!

In, er, 15 minutes.

Pathetic.

A pupils' court?

Surely they'll just let each other get away with murder?

Deep down every child knows right from wrong...

..and Nero seemed very sincere about the whole thing.

Johnson, of course.

Of course.

It was HIS idea.

Why am I not surprised?

We might as well dispense with punishment entirely.

Oh, Crispin.

That is a bold idea.

But let's see how Nero's idea works out first, shall we?

Ta-da!

Judging, here I come.

Is that how judges dress?

I had to borrow these from lost property,

cos my other clothes got covered in drink.

Nero Johnson is so going to regret making fun of me.

Sitting in a room all break sounds well boring.

I'll bring sna-a-acks!

I'm in.

We'll punish Nero, then drop out.

Come on, it'll be fun.

You need to get out more.

-I'll be out in five.

-You think?

Someone's bound to have seen you fly that drone.

-You know what you need?

-Nothing but my mad charm.

You need me as your lawyer.

A sound legal mind making carefully thought-out arguments.

I'm an avid fan of Judge Judy.

It's all right, fam, it won't take long.

Oh, Nero, brilliant.

Come in.

So, you sit down there,

and then we'll get started.

Now, Mr Bell, I understand

that someone was struck by a...

a flying drone camera in the playground.

That's correct.

It was obviously Nero Johnson, which is why I gave him a detention.

It weren't mine.

Guilty.

-Guilty?

-Right!

Such decisiveness, such confidence, great.

Oi, defendant.

You didn't want detention.

Something about rehearsing dance moves.

It's to do with this wicked thing that I'm doing with Clem.

We ban you from dancing for... a month.

No. No way.

The court has absolute power, I'm afraid.

I take it all back.

This pupil court is a wonderful idea.

Test subjects...

..please tell me how many keys there are on a grand piano?

What? That's not fair. He's a music teacher!

88.

There better be some sports questions coming up.

Who won the Nobel Prize for Physics in 1921?

Oh, blow this for a game of soldiers.

You win this one, Harris. Fine.

That's 1-1. What's the decider?

Nothing.

Er, study's finished, I'm afraid,

-but thank you both so much for your involvement.

-Back off, love.

This is now a matter for men.

-Arm wrestling?

-Chess?

-Football?

-Sonnet composition?

OK. How about first person to finish everything off the school menu?

That's idiotic.

Oh, is chicken on the menu, too?

All right, game on.

May the best stomach win.

See ya.

That was awesome.

-Almost worth being dressed like a jumble sales reject then.

-Almost.

Where do you think you're going?

Er, yeah, we quit.

We felt sorry punishing Nero,

seeing his little sad face.

You mean you've had your revenge...

and now you want to leave? Hm?

I don't think so.

Sit back down, and do your court-appointed duty.

Next case.

Filthy knock-knock joke in geography, I'm afraid,

and there's 20 more where he came from.

Come on!

This ain't fun,

and there ain't no snacks.

I'm silently judging you.

He's late...again.

I could stand in for him.

How hard is all that jerky bopping he does, any road?

I'll think about it.

I'd well like to be in a band.

We're not a band. We're a crew.

We could call ourselves Bike Shed Massive,

or The Bus Queue Crew,

or School Dinners,

but with a k and a z.

I done a list.

You're SO good at coming up with names, Leesh.

You should be in her band.

Crew.

And shut up.

Oi.

All right?

Come on, then. We haven't got all day. You know?

Can't have that in the way when I bust a move.

Scoot, scoot... There we go.

R&B TRACK PLAYS

Nero Johnson!

MUSIC STOPS

You're banned from dancing.

Oh, come on, sir, like, banning me from dancing, that's not fair.

Out of my hands, I'm afraid.

We'll have to see what the court has to say.

Oi, Zero.

I'm doing this video with or without you.

Notorious Homework,

SAT's Entertainment,

Ice Ice Elmsmere.

You've bitten off more than you can chew, Harris.

# Why do I keep getting pulled

# Pulled into this childish behaviour?

# Why? Just wanted alone time with Lizzie

# But I'm scoffing food like a barbaric caveman

-# All because...

-All because...

-All because

# Nunn keeps making me look silly

# In front of my girlfriend, really?

# Am I worried what she thinks of me?

# I'm a genetic freak of nature

# A mutant in shorts and trainers

# With the heart of a wolf

# The gall bladder of an extraterrestrial alien

# If they have one, it would be strong

# As strong as my spleen

# Lower intestine, I'll readily win

# Cos I'm so much better than him

# Why would Dexter do this foolish challenge? It's so stupid

# He may as well have got himself an arrow, aimed at Cupid

# This is so unflattering, quite embarrassing

# Maybe he's bored of me

# Perhaps someone else is better than...me?

# Has she had enough? Yep Is she going to leave? No!

# If I lose this battle, most definitely

# She's over and out, I'll never see her again

# She'll be gone with the wind

# When she sees she's better than him

# That him is me, that upsets me

# They say what's meant to be will be

# So better prove no-one's better than me

-BOTH:

-# No-one's better than me

# No-one's better than me

# How many pies do I have to eat?

# No-one's better than me

# No-one's better than me

# No-one's better than me. #

Ah...

DEXTER LAUGHS

I won! Nunn couldn't manage the treacle sponge.

Well done.

It's a red letter day for science.

We were going to spend the day together.

-I know, but...

-I'd arranged a surprise for us this evening,

but perhaps you'd like to take Mr Nunn instead?

I'm sorry? Of course, I don't want to go with Nunn.

-What is it?

-Dinner.

HIS STOMACH GROWLS

I can get a salad or something.

-I just want to be with you.

-It doesn't seem like it.

I was just trying to impress you,

so you wouldn't dump me for someone better.

There's no-one better than you.

Well, I suspect you're mistaken, but thank you.

I can't wait to see the look on your face when I give you your present.

And I can't wait to see the look on yours, when I give you yours.

Could you do me a favour and go buy a present for Lizzie?

You buy her presents?

It's a special occasion. I'd go myself but I'm stuck in classes.

OK. Well, what do you want?

Chocolates or flowers? What's best?

Get her a ball. She could have more fun with that.

She's not really the sporty type.

Get her one of them squeaky chew toys then, they love those.

I'm not buying a present for a dog.

Well, make your mind up.

You'll confuse her.

Isaac, I need a bunch of flowers for a human,

the biggest bouquet in the shop,

and no chew toys.

Um...

For the crime of scribbling on desks,

we sentence you to...

..to...

..scribble on yourself.

Yeah, like 100 lines of "I will not scribble" and that.

Now get out.

Coming up with punishments that fit the crimes is well hard.

I don't think this much in lessons.

Ahem.

Tell you what...

Let me come up with the punishments,

and I'll think about letting you stand down as judges? Hm?

-Deal.

-You got it.

Next case.

Ah, Johnson.

Owen Garland. Acting for Nero Johnson.

You're no lawyer, Garfield, scram.

Justice demands representation,

and the law demands this dance ban be dropped.

To quote Justice Arden,

in the 2011 Leeds Group versus Leeds City Council,

AKA the case of the interrupted Morris dancers...

Make him stop.

-The quality of mercy is not strained.

-My ears.

Nil desperandum, experto crede.

..and this retrospective legislation

thwarts the exercise of one of the most fundamental...

OK. OK.

We'll drop the dance ban.

Really?

Instead, your new punishment...

New punishment?

..is to stay behind after school and wash Mr Bell's car.

Oh!

Two coats of wax, please,

and buff up the tyres, they're looking very muddy.

Good news.

The dancing ban is lifted.

Bad news, Mr Bell's making me wash his car after school.

Fine. I'll find another dancer.

-Yay!

-Not you.

-Ohh.

But we could shoot tomorrow morning? Still make the deadline?

I ain't changing no more plans for you.

If you can't make it tonight, then tough, you're out.

Come on. Clem!

Baker?

I like your style, yeah.

How'd you like to join my crew?

-This is a bribe, isn't it?

-HE SIGHS

OK. We're shooting a video today after school.

I need you to let me off this car wash madness.

You should've thought about that before you flew a drone at me.

BACKING TRACK STARTS

Order in the courts.

The defendant Nero Johnson is charged with

making a fool out of Amber.

Present in the court room today are the defendant, his attorney,

and the deputy prosecutor.

I ask the jury to affirm that they will listen to this case,

and render a true verdict and fair sentence for the defendant.

Mr Johnson, please give your opening statement.

# Just harmless fun, an average day at Elmsmere

# Minding my own business until Eli flew a drone in

# I was in the playground I can't lie

# Man, it looked so fun, yeah, course I had to try

# But on the flipside, Amber's too uptight

# Now it's me being questioned with the who, what, why?

# She should learn to take a joke

# Besides, I weren't the only one laughing

# So why am I paying the price?

# Mr Johnson, your story's preposterous

# Laughing at others' misfortunes is monstrous

# Perhaps you need to think about your own actions

# Imagine you had drink poured over your front

-LAUGHTER

-# It's not very nice

# It's clear in my eyes When you weigh up the evidence

# You're guilty for life... #

-No, no, come on.

-He's guilty.

-Don't put me down.

-He's guilty.

-Come on.

He IS guilty

-# Guilty.

-Not guilty.

-Guilty.

-Not guilty.

-Guilty.

-Not guilty

-# Guilty.

-Not guilty.

-Guilty.

-Not guilty.

-Guilty.

-Not guilty

-# Guilty.

-Not guilty.

-He is...

-Guilty.

-Not guilty

-# Guilty.

-Not guilty

-GAVEL BANGS

-# Guilty.

-Not guilty.

-# Guilty.

-Not guilty

-# Guilty.

-Maybe...

# Maybe I am

# OK, I am

-# Guilty.

-He is...

-I'm guilty. #

You know what? You're right.

I was in the wrong, here.

I do deserve all this. I really do.

I'm sorry.

Hey.

I would have let you off, but...

we done a deal with Ding-Dong.

Oh.

Spill.

Isaac?

Wait, have you actually moved?

Is that the same biscuit?

Don't have a go. I've done your thing.

Biggest thing in the shop.

Talk about value for money.

But...

I wanted a romantic gesture.

Flowers die in a few days.

This thing will last forever,

plus the spikes mean it won't get eaten by a horse.

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Who buys their dog flowers, anyway?

There you go, sir.

Car wash all finished.

-I will check, you know?

-Do!

It looks mint. Well shiny.

Puts your shoes to shame.

Hmm...yes.

I suppose they could do with a polish.

Mm. And that jacket too, sir.

That's due for a dry clean.

Why the sudden interest in my appearance?

I don't care.

But what with that Mrs Goodman, I'd be dressing to impress.

Hmm.

Your punishment is to clean Mr Bell's whiteboard.

Your punishment is to take Mr Bell's jacket to the dry cleaners.

Polish Mr Bell's shoes.

Do Mr Bell's...

..full shipping.

Food shopping.

What's next?

The court calls Crispin Bell.

What are you doing here?

How fares justice, Crispin?

-Oh, well, it's his turn to be punished, Miss.

-Oh!

This court has no authority over me.

The court has absolute power, didn't you say, sir?

Ooh!

How exciting.

How much longer?

Oh, I'm just re-calibrating the giro...thingies.

-It's going to be a while.

-Eli, quit stalling.

Nero ain't coming and we're doing this without him.

Yeah. The Playground Posse don't wait for no-one.

Sing-along Syndicate?

I put it to you, Mr Bell,

that you've been using the court to get all of your whack chores done.

I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer.

Oh.

Do you want the dry cleaner to sew this button on?

They were merely a few random suggestions

for the benefit of the court.

He said if we handed them out,

he'd let us off being judges.

Children. Such active imaginations.

Sir? We assembled your bookcase.

All right.

I may have benefited slightly from some of the punishments

that I drew up, but I was acting in the court's best interest.

Nah.

He gave us a big list.

Deal is...

we let you off, and you let us walk, and that includes them.

We shut this whole thing down, go back to detentions.

CLAMOUR

You're free to go.

-CHEERING

-Go!

Democracy in action.

Isn't it wonderful?

Hey, come back with my jacket, and my shoes.

Oi...

That's how you win a court case.

Um, thank you, Dexter.

It's a cactus.

You know, I wasn't expecting a present.

I just wanted to get you something.

A cupcake.

That's perfect.

Happy anniversary, Lizzie Baker.

What is going on here?!

I see what you're doing.

Giving her a lift so she'll say you've won.

-Absolutely not.

-What's she doing in your car, then?

I was just breaking the news to Mr Harris that you came out on top

in my study.

Um, data analysis proved you were the best.

Hah! In your face, Harris.

Science proves you're a waste of space.

I'll never hear the last of this.

Let's just forget about him, and get back to our anniversary.

You're right.

Absolutely, of course.

..right after I show him who's really the best.

Dexter! Dexter!

It wasn't even a real study.

He's tired. I can beat him this time!

# Who do you think you are?

# Who do you think you are... #

Wow! That's great!

Camera work's pretty good, isn't it?

See, I told you I've got moves.

The song was hype,

so remember me when you're famous, innit?

Well, I ain't uploading it.

What?

It's missing something.

Doesn't feel right.

Let's do it again.

You coming?

What? You reckon I'm the something missing?

Nah, just need someone to stop Eleesha joining in.

SHE GASPS

I knew you couldn't do it without me.

# I make the rules round here

# Who do you think you are?

# I'm the boss round here

# Who do you think you are?

# I make the rules... #

Loitering on school premises.

That's a detention. The lot of you.

How many detentions do you think I can get for dive-bombing a teacher?

Hey, as your lawyer, I have to advise against that.

-Give it here!

-Er, lads?

-Stop!

-Whoa!

-Stop!

Oh.

Come back!

-# Can't live with 'em

-And you can't kick 'em out

-# When they're up they rub it in your face.

-Kick you when you're down

-# But when no-one understands them

-You know what they're on about

-# Always gonna be around

-Gotta find a common ground

# If you know so much about me

# Where do I go from here?

-# You see 'em every day

-You can never get away

# Only time that you're the boss?

# 4 o'clock. #