Gold Dead Gorgeous

# Some things have changed

# Some things have stayed the same

# Life and death are not so far apart

# Walking through the walls

# And I wouldn't have it any other way

# Life and death are not so far apart

# From where we are

# Some things have changed

# Some things have stayed the same

# Life and death are not so far apart. #

History is all around us. We walk in the footsteps of the dead.

But...

what if the dead were to come alive, right here in this classroom...

with the help of our dressing-up box, of course! Catch!

Today, we are going to be recreating a crime that happened

right on these grounds over 150 years ago.

And here is our prime suspect - a young driver by the name of...

Tom!

-Well, I see someone's been reading ahead!

-Yes, sir.

And so...

This is Tom Kelly. He worked for my...

He worked for Sir Charles Ainsworth.

And what did he do?

Well, he drove sheep.

But he also played with Sir Charles's youngest daughter.

They were best friends. And they always used to sing together.

I have no idea where you're getting this from.

But then he went away to look after his mother.

Look after his mother?

He was sent to prison for stealing gold.

Stealing gold?!

Well, this is twaddle and poppycock!

Tom Kelly was not a thief!

So, Mattie - prosecution.

Hazel - counsel for the defence.

Oh, Sophie, you do not eat burgers with a knife and fork!

Rebecca Ainsworth!

-What is it like?!

-Mmm!

-David!

-Hello, David!

-I am trying my best to fit in.

-Rebecca! Sophie!

It's Tom!

-Tom Kelly!

-Oh, "poor but handsome and smelled of sheep" Tom. What of him?

He was sent to prison for stealing gold!

Goodness, I never knew that!

Ow! Neither, did I.

You knew,

-and didn't tell me?!

-Father thought you'd be upset if you found out

-your best friend was a thief.

-He was not a thief!

-You are upset.

He was not a thief! Rebecca, you believe me?

Rebecca!

Um... Yes, yes, gold and all that. Can you please pass me the gorgeous?

Sorry, mayonnaise, please?

Excuse me! Am I talking to myself here? Or have I died again?

Hazel, please! Remember where and what we are.

We must do nothing to draw attention to ourselves.

Rebecca!

What?! It's not as if anyone is watching.

My best friend was sent to prison!

For something he didn't even do!

-Erm...

-And I am going to clear his name!

-Hazel...

Mayonnaise, Rebecca? Here, then!

LAUGHTER

It's wonderful for the skin! Lovely!

Yes, and the hair...

Hazel, listen!

Maybe if you ever had any friends, you would understand.

-I have had friends!

-No, you had horses!

Hazel!

Oh! Oh! I'm sorry!

-Oh, man!

-I am not a man.

Whatever, don't worry, it wasn't your fault.

I was listening to meditation chanting and drifted off. I'm Charlie.

-Ooh, cold hands.

-It is a medical condition.

Not a serious one. I'm not dead or anything!

Hey, it's OK. Breathe...

I can breathe!

Why would I have a problem breathing?

I am a perfectly normal living being!

THEY LAUGH

And here she is!

Thank you!

Rebecca, just ignore them, OK.

Look, it is so not your fault you got covered in mayo in front of,

like...the whole school.

Oh, thank you!

It is times like these one discovers who one's real friends are.

All right, take a seat.

Come on, quickly, not long to go.

Good.

OK. I've now read your assignments on Jane Eyre.

David? David, have you read the book?

I've read the back of the DVD.

Good.

Let me put this in a way that you just might understand.

If English were a sport, you just lost...to a girl.

Rebecca Ainsworth. Top of the class!

Oh. But I...

Top of the class?

I thought you captured perfectly the voice of a young Victorian woman.

-Well done.

-Thank you!

BELL RINGS

Anyone failing Friday's test will be staying behind after class.

Unless they have a school football match, right?

EVEN if they have a school football match, David.

-David.

-What's up?

What is up where?

Oh, I see.

I was just thinking, perhaps I could help you prepare for your test

-and ensure you are able to play in your game.

-Oh, cool!

OK, here's the plan. You know that building with all the books?

-Oh, the library.

-Yeah.

-Yes.

Let's meet in there. Tomorrow lunchtime?

It is a rendezvous!

Whatever.

Look, don't think it's a date or anything.

I know David would rather hang out with me than...you.

OK.

A date...

-You see? They found the stolen coins in his hut.

-Not all of it.

Just a couple of coins.

So maybe he'd already hidden the rest.

-Then maybe they were his.

-He was poor.

Where would he have got gold coins from?

I don't know! I just know he didn't do it.

-And you were there at the time, were you?

-No. I was...

-Sophie, where was I?!

-Ssh!

Oh, hello, Charlie!

You know him?

Everyone knows Charlie.

He appears to be the leader of some sort of club.

They like to find out who people really are.

Where was I when this was going on?

And how is it I remember nothing?

-You were found unconscious by the old well.

-Unconscious?!

It was quite a day. First you were found, then Tom was arrested.

This happened on the same day?

What of it?

Well, don't you see? Maybe it's connected?

Maybe...maybe I saw who stole the gold!

If only I could remember.

Hazel!

Sophie!

I was starting to remember!

-It was all coming back to me.

-Do not tell me, you were remembering sheep.

Oh, Agatha, you are looking lovely!

Oh, thank you. And?

-I need some money.

-Then crush your neighbour and steal his cattle.

No, no, no! We are ghosts.

We have no need for money.

No, I do. I have a date.

So I need some new clothes, some shoes, some jewellery.

Oh, go on then, you've talked me round.

How about this little lime green and purple number?

I have this dress of my mum's.

No reason.

And you must always wear armour on a first date.

You expect me to wear these hand-me-downs?!

I am Rebecca Ainsworth, the daughter of Sir Charles Ainsworth.

He built that big house! He owns all this land!

If I wanted a new dress or a gold chain, I could have it!

You do know that ghosts and gold

-don't mix?

-Says the woman who wears lime and purple!

SHEEP BLEAT

Hazel!

I saw sheep, lots of sheep and gold.

Hey, man, you again?

You...stay away from me and my family!

Or I warn you, there will be consequences!

Sophie...!

Not that we have special powers, I should add.

Why did you have to burst in like that? It was working!

Yes. And now the school is full of dead sheep

-and Charlie knows we're ghosts.

-No, he does not!

I told him in a previous life I had been a child in Victorian times.

-And he believed you?

-Well, he was teaching me

how to tap into my suppressed memories.

He is really nice. You should give him a chance.

This isn't about me.

It is about you bringing the past back to haunt us.

Hazel, are you even listening?

BANJO PLAYS

Tom!

That actually works?!

-Miss Hazel!

-I thought I would never see you again!

They would not let me say goodbye.

Well, now is your chance. Say goodbye, Hazel.

Sophie! Tom is a guest in our house.

And until we have managed to clear his name, he isn't going anywhere!

Morning!

Yes, I smell of sheep!

I have a date with David.

I do not even know where to begin getting ready, and I smell of sheep.

I'm guessing this is a ghost thing?

Ask Hazel.

# Too-ra-lye oo-ra-lye

# And we are bound for Botany Bay... #

Hazel, this cannot continue!

She's right, Miss Hazel.

It's been so much fun, but you don't want me stopping around here.

-I am trouble.

-What do you mean?

It's my problem. You should not concern yourself.

Hazel, he said he was trouble.

Please, Sophie, I am almost there.

I just wish I could remember more.

You swept me away from Charlie before he could tell me what to do.

Perhaps if Tom stayed, he could help us.

-Yes? Is there something you wanted?

-No! No, no!

My guardian has sent me everything I need for my date with David.

New clothes, new shoes, new perfume.

Oh...so that's what that smell is.

Only, I was going to say, if you needed any help

with your hair and make-up, we could...

Oh, but that would be...

Pointless now, I know. Sounds like you've got it covered.

Oh, no, wait! Christine!

I do not have a clue what I am doing.

I hereby throw myself at your mercy and implore you,

if our friendship means anything to you, please, will you help me?

Of course we will!

Thank you so much, girls.

I have a class now, but I shall meet you later.

-OK.

-OK. Bye.

This is our chance to show David

just how ridiculous his new study buddy really is!

So THIS is where I was found unconscious?

I do not see how this is going to help.

If you are not going to help, you need not stay!

I see something else...

-A bag of gold...in the soil, right here.

-Right here?!

It's not here! Darn it, I need that gold!

Well, you do know ghosts and gold don't mix?

-Try telling that to Edwin Fingers.

-Who's Edwin Fingers?

I'm Edwin Fingers!

-Hazel, what have you done!

-Me?

I didn't conjure up this one!

You were right. We need help.

Where's that gold?

I've told you before. I don't know where it is.

I buried it here, and you dug it up.

I did not. It was somebody else.

And I'll keep taking from you, just like you took from me!

No, you won't, cos I didn't take it from you. Let's go!

That's right, run!

I'm on to you! You won't get away!

Thank you, truly! With friends like you, who would need servants?!

-Oh, but I must go! David will be waiting.

-So let him wait.

Rule one on a first date. You never get there on time.

Unless you want him to think you're, like, desperate.

No.

Oh, it's such a shame Christine had to dash off.

She won't be able to see my transformation!

Ooh... Do you think he will like it?

It's Hollywood glamour. I hear David loves this look.

Hollywood glamour.

And now relax into a lotus position and breathe.

I'm sorry to interrupt, but we need your help again.

-We?

-Yes, we need your help.

Christine!

Rebecca! You finally made it.

And...don't you look a picture!

I thought you said you had a class.

No, no, we've been keeping each other company. Haven't we, David?

Well, good luck.

You'll need it.

Ahem.

Oh, hey, Rebecca.

Take a seat. I'm just re-reading chapter nine.

Oh, chapter nine.

That is SO romantic.

What, the part where her best friend dies of TB?

So romantic.

You have read the book?

I read the introduction and it was hugely informative.

I don't believe this.

-You said you were able to help me.

-But I thought...

If I don't pass, I'm going to miss my match.

Thanks for nothing.

I'm sorry.

Not as sorry as I am. See you later.

You are going back to a past life.

You are a child of Victorian times.

How is this going to work, exactly?

I'm drawing out a central piece of the memory puzzle.

It's essential when summoning a past experience.

I see.

Hazel's brain is performing a kind of mental time-travel.

Visualise yourself that day.

Who did you see,

what games did you play?

Games.

Game... I played a game...

Tom!

I must find Tom.

-Who's Tom?

-Terribly long story.

I'd better go after her.

Thank you, Charlie.

No worries.

Come on, girls.

Tom!

There you are!

-Sorry to wander off. How did you find me?

-Easy.

I just followed the smell.

Tom, I must talk to you.

I had a flock of six and there's definitely one missing.

Tom, it's important! Please.

It is Fingers again, I tell you.

He's been stealing my sheep for ransom

to make me confess to where his gold is.

You, boy!

-Oh, not in here.

-Oi!

Oi! OI!

We are safe in here.

He cannot pass through walls with his gold.

What happened here?

I just wish I could rest in peace without him always turning up.

I tell you, if I find out who it was who set me up...

Perhaps they're not trying to set you up.

Perhaps they were just trying to help.

It was you?!

You put the coins in my hut?!

It is just all these memories are coming back, they're like triggers.

Am I right? Was it you?

Yes.

Oi!

I was playing with the coins and...

-I just wanted you to be rich and happy.

-I was poor and happy!

Well, I was until I got sent to prison for stealing gold!

Tom, I am so sorry.

Maybe your triggers will tell you about the rest of the gold?

Oi! >

Hazel, I need the rest of that gold to get Edwin Fingers off my back!

I cannot remember...

You'd better start remembering.

BELL RINGS

Wow, a real courtroom. I've got 17 witnesses

and a psychological profile.

-Where's your speech?

-I do not have one.

-You've learned the whole thing?!

-No, I mean, I do not have a speech!

Whoa. You are taking this way too seriously.

Bring in the defendant, Thomas Kelly.

ALL: Baa! Baa! Baa!

Come on, Hazel, think.

M'lord, it is the Crown's assertion, that on 1st October 1853,

a quantity of stolen coins was found in the possession of Thomas Kelly -

an impoverished and uneducated farmhand

working on the Ainsworth Estate.

ALL: Baa! Baa! Baa!

Order! Silence in the court!

Counsel for the defence, come back!

-Psst!

-Hazel! What are you...?

-Rebecca!

-Go away.

She doesn't want to see anyone, apparently.

-I need you to help me find some gold!

-But David hates me!

We can work on the David thing later, but right now, we need you!

I remember now, I hid the gold down the well.

Well, I suppose searching for some gold might take my mind off it.

Well, I found the gold, but someone was coming, so I hid.

It was that greasy Edwin Fingers coming to check on his treasure.

Treasure?

-Oh, the treasure! Quick, Jonathan!

-Oh, Rebecca!

Wow, look at her go!

I went to find Tom to ask him what to do with the gold,

but he was not at his hut.

A few of the coins must have fallen out while I was there.

You could have found a more convenient hiding place for them!

I do not think I was trying to hide it at all. I think I must have,

I don't know, fallen and found unconscious by the well.

But then Tom got the blame. And now he hates me.

And I fear if we do not find the gold, he'll never be at peace.

We must find it and give it back to Edwin Fingers.

-Give it back?!

-To the man who stole it?

But if we do not, Tom will never be free.

Yes, and that is such a shame,

-yet, morally, we should keep it!

-Is this it? Here!

We are rich!

Oi! Give me back my gold!

Oh. But you have no use for it now!

I am more than happy to relieve you of your burden.

Rebecca, just give him the gold!

NO!

I'm coming, my boys, I'm coming!

Agatha was right.

Ghosts and gold do not mix. Quick!

No! I'm on my way down, boys!

Miss Hazel! I came as soon as I could.

-Where is he?

-Ah, my pretties!

-He jumped in after the gold.

-Hey!

Hey! Let me out!

-Hey!

-But he's a ghost. Can't he just go through it?

-Let me out!

-Of course he can!

As long as he empties his pockets!

Never! I'd sooner stay down here forever!

In that case, enjoy your gold!

I'm free at last.

Thank you.

So this is it.

Goodbye, Miss Hazel. I'll see you on the other side.

I'm sure you will.

Thomas Kelly, I hereby find you...

not guilty.

Costumes back in the box! Thank you!

Congratulations.

Thanks.

Hazel! A word, if you please.

You realise I'm going to have

to change the whole syllabus, all thanks to you and your wild theory

that threw doubt on Tom Kelly's conviction.

Nice work.

# Some things have changed

# Some things have stayed the same

# Life and death are not so far apart. #