Bully Elliot M.I. High

BLEEPING

Nearly there.

Almost.

Bomb defused.

Oscar? Whoever made the bombs is still in here with us.

And they're coming your way.

Suspect heading towards you, Carrie.

How are they doing that?

I've never seen anything like it before.

Need back up! NEED BACK UP!

SHE SCREAMS

There was nothing I could do.

It all happened so quickly.

At least the bomb's been defused.

And the bomb maker lives to fight another day.

The 21st century faces a new kind of threat.

Old-school spies have had their day,

and MI9 must create a new breed of skilled, undercover agent.

Hidden in a place no villain will think to look.

Welcome to MI High.

Hey there, I'm Steve Cobbs,

CEO of PearNet.

I know a lot of you parents worry about your kids sitting at home all day

playing on their PearPads, listening to their PearPods,

and talking on their PearPhones.

You're concerned about their lack of exercise,

fearful of obesity.

Well, at Pear, we care,

which is why we're launching the Pearental Guidance Control Kit,

which I'd like to demonstrate now with my son, Elliot.

Using the Pearental controller,

I can make sure that Elliot gets all the exercise he needs.

And the best thing, Elliot doesn't even have to know,

because the technology puts him in a trance.

Four million parents have bought the kits. They're sold out.

Parents really are overrated, aren't they?

This could end childhood obesity.

And create parental obesity.

Imagine parents lying on the sofa while their kids do all the chores.

-Our mission is to protect Steve Cobbs, whatever we think.

-That bomb at his warehouse was just the start.

This morning he got this.

"Last chance. Stop now or everything will go pear-shaped!"

There's going to be another attack today. We have to move fast.

I've got it under control. The kits won't work until the software's uploaded to the Pear network.

So I've arranged for the live upload to take place here at St Hope's.

We can be close to Steve Cobbs and intercept the attacker.

Um, you'll do no such thing.

You let the bomber go.

You're confined to intelligence gathering from HQ.

-I'll supervise the protection of Steve Cobbs.

-I was trying to step up with this plan.

We can't execute it without field work.

Just stick to the back flips and handstands.

-What does that mean?

-Work it out. Or get Agent Gupta to do it for you.

She's the brains to your brawn, after all.

I'll give you one chance to apologise.

Give me a thousand, you'll still be disappointed.

That's settled.

-Carrie.

-You can't do this.

He makes me sound like an idiot. I'm not coming back till he apologises!

Ahh.

Sorry, we've just seen that film, Beat Dance 3D.

Oh, check out the robo moves, man!

Re-re-re-re-re # Rewind your body, Homie

# Rewind your body, Homie...#

Er.

No dancing in my corridors.

Ah-ah. Dance can be an expressive, positive activity, Mrs King.

Children don't choose positive activity, Mr Flatley.

Left to their own devices, they choose stupid, mindless distractions.

Oh, it's all gone flat!

Clearly the people at PearNet share my sensibility,

which is why they've chosen us as the launch venue

for their wonderful new product.

I've invited all of your parents to come in

and demonstrate the new Pearental Guidance Kit on you. GROANING

My mother would never take part in this.

My pupils are more than capable

of pursuing a healthy, active lifestyle without artificial assistance.

Nonsense.

Come with me, all of you. We have got a point to prove.

Carrie's ignoring her communicator.

She's just letting off steam.

Any luck?

I'm looking at Cobbs's background to see why someone might hold a grudge,

but he's scrubbed out all his personal information.

-Rose?

-These are the heat signatures

left by the feet of everybody who was there that night.

-If I remove ours...

-The attacker's footprints.

Yes. Only they're not footprints.

They're toe prints.

Whoever was in there with us was moving on point.

So we're after a ballerina bomber?

Don't underestimate this ballerina. She outwitted us.

ALARM

You'll guard Steve Cobbs with your lives, but it won't be easy.

Be assured, I shall test your reactions to their limits.

You have to be prepared for the attack to come from anywhere.

Anything.

Even me!

AARGH!

Aaargh!

Fantastic stuff, that!

By comparing the samples of dust on my jacket from the warehouse

with the Dust Database,

I've identified three different types of particle.

Those already in the warehouse, those we brought from HQ,

and a third type, from the Margaret Fontana International Ballet School.

-Sounds very grand.

-So the attacker's a ballerina from this ballet school?

Is there any way of identifying who it is?

There's only so much dust can tell us.

Field work is not an option.

Anything else you can do from here?

I suppose I could programme a diagnostic algorithm

to extrapolate a unique identity print signature

through the impressions left by the ballerina's big toe.

That's a yes, is it?

It could take some time.

Well done.

Chief Agent Stock, it's Frank London.

You need a field team at the Margaret Fontana International Ballet School immediately.

Ah... Wh... Oh...

You want me to send my agents

into a BALLET school?

Stop wasting my time

with this fairy-tale nonsense

and get me some proper intelligence!

Thank you.

Aargh! Oh!

We know where the attacker is based. We need to do something quickly.

-I will not disobey orders.

-Your orders are to find who's threatening Steve Cobbs.

This is the only way you can obey them.

Carrie was right. We can't do our jobs without field work.

Oh, hang this. Rose, go and get Carrie back.

Oscar, get yourself undercover at the ballet school. Find our ballerina before they attack again.

Clear.

Clear.

Keep clear, Agent Stewart! This whole floor could be mined! Idiot.

There's only one thing I want to hear from you.

How hard can it be?

Come on! Just say it and we can both move on.

Clear.

I'd rather do one of your stupid forward rolls than apologise to you. So if you don't mind.

Clear.

No! NO!

Oh.

Well done. Ahem.

Something wrong?

I just expected, um...

We had to move downtown when...

Well, let's just say, our old premises were more elegante.

What can I do for you?

I'd like to audition for your school.

You're a dancer?

-Er, I'm keen. Really keen.

-Keen, eh?

Where I come from, "keen" means pain and suffering

on a scale most people cannot imagine.

Are you that keen?

A bit.

Yes. Yes.

Then let's see what you've got.

How hard can it be?

You're supposed to glide.

Not stumble.

-You're no dancer.

-But I want to be.

Please, Miss Fontana. Give me this chance.

-I've got big dreams. I want fame.

-Fame costs.

I'll do anything.

Will you wear this?

If I have to.

Then put it on, and let's get you started.

Mrs King would have the world believe

that young people like yourselves

are not capable of independently pursuing constructive activities.

I guess what Mr Flatley's trying to say is that,

despite what some people think,

we all have a positive talent,

something we can do

that proves we don't need the Pearental Guidance Kit.

I-I don't have nothing.

-Yeah, well, your robo dancing.

-Ah!

And Donovan, you're a good footballer.

I'm a GREAT footballer.

Right.

And Avril, you, um...

Do interpretive dance.

Really?

Well, great, you know. I can't wait to see that.

And Davina.

Again, you, um...

I shop.

Now, I want all of you to practise a demonstration of your talents.

Break up into pairs. That's it. Good.

Frank's ignoring Stark's orders. Oscar's gone undercover.

I'm no MI9 at the moment.

You're always MI9.

I'm taking time off.

You should too.

I mean, haven't you ever thought about what you might be missing?

So, do you do many public performances?

Guess it's all theatres and opera houses.

Maybe the odd warehouse?

DOOR OPENING

You're not wearing your vest.

Do I really need to?

Do it now.

Or get out of my school.

Carrie refuses to come back till Stark apologises.

I'll speak to her when I get a chance.

Can you identify the ballerina?

I can't make any sense of the pattern.

They're there, just dense.

Confused.

Wait a second.

FAST TYPING

Overlapping patterns.

There was more than one ballerina at the warehouse, but they moved as one.

So Carrie wasn't under attack from a single ballerina, it was four.

We must warn Oscar. He's walked into the lion's den.

Oscar, get out of there now. It's all of them. They were all there.

Things aren't right here.

Oscar, withdraw. You're totally outnumbered.

-I have to look into something first.

-Look, I've already lost Carrie. I can't afford...

SNIFFING

Mm.

Potassium deposits.

Could be used for biological weaponry.

You're from PearNet, aren't you?

Yes, I'm part of the operation, madam.

We were promised 20 Pearental Guidance Kits for our school, and none of them materialised.

I've got parents coming in less than an hour for this launch.

It's not really my department.

A company like PearNet should pride themselves in good customer service.

So whether it's your department or not,

you should be bending over backwards to help.

Now, see to it.

Steve Cobbs.

So you're behind this.

I'm the choreographer.

Do you expect me to talk?

No, my dear, I expect you to dance.

-I can't keep this up.

-Oh, yes, you can.

That little costume of yours responds to my every command.

-I've seen this technology before.

-Course you have.

Because he sent you, didn't he?

Well, you can come with us.

It'll show him I mean business this time.

Mind-control resistance.

Remember your training.

Remember. Uh.

No.

Focus on something.

Focus.

-Mr Cobbs, welcome.

-Dad doesn't like to be disturbed when he's on an important call.

I think he'll talk to me.

He doesn't talk to anybody.

Now, can we please get inside? Dad's too exposed out here.

I'm sorry it has to be this way, but I have no choice.

He's cut me off.

You're the only way I can get to him and teach him a lesson.

One last practise run.

And then, we can embark on our mission of mercy, my darlings.

Oscar's communicator is still off and I can't contact him.

First Carrie, now this. We're supposed to be a team.

Get to the ballet school and retrieve him.

Your agents aren't supposed to be in the field, Frank.

-You've disobeyed!

-The ballerinas' threat is real.

You shouldn't be here. Get out right now.

How dare you?

She keeps appearing. It's like she's had stealth training.

Might I remind you that you are a guest at this school?

You will treat my pupils with respect.

Rose, why don't you go to my office and look after the VIPs in there?

I think Rose might have something else she needs to be doing, madam.

I think that this is my school,

and what I say goes.

I don't know how you tolerate it.

Come back here!

I said, come back here right now!

-You'd better do as she says.

-What about Oscar?

I'll speak to Carrie myself.

Dance, my darlings. Chaine.

-Remember.

-Chaine.

Chaine!

Remember.

Faster.

Remember!

You've broken the synaptic control mechanism. How?

-I've been trained.

-But not classically.

You may have got round the mind control,

but while you're wearing that vest,

your movements are at my command.

Chasse, girls.

Dance until you drop.

FURIOUS BALLET MUSIC

Er, what's it supposed to be again?

She said it was called...tree.

It's not exactly a dance, is it?

She's just standing there doing nothing.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

You can hardly call this "nothing", Davina.

See how Avril sculpts her form and shape

to capture the impression of a gentle summer breeze?

Now, now, now, notice how the squirrels

gather nuts in the upper bough.

The situation is becoming impossibly dangerous.

-Has Stark apologised?

-Sometimes being in a team means putting feelings aside

It's also about thinking of other people's feelings.

Which is why I know you won't be happy to leave Oscar in mortal danger at the ballet school.

To be honest, you had me at "impossibly dangerous".

Good. Come on.

Are you our security?

Some crazy woman just hijacked us and dragged us in here.

Is your dad OK?

Er, important call.

Sure, I'll tell her.

Dad says we're fine now. You'd better go.

Dance.

Carrie, help!

-Get this vest off me!

-Right, hold on.

Right. One, two...

Admit it. You missed me.

Welcome back.

I've got Oscar. He's fine.

Margaret uses her cane to control whoever's wearing the ballet vest.

I'm sending a Spypod scan.

There are nano-receptors hidden in the fabric.

-Nano-receptors?

-The Pearental Guidance Kit. It's got the same technology.

Some sort of early prototype.

Margaret knows Steve Cobbs.

I saw them in a photo together with Cobbs's son Elliot.

I think maybe she was Elliot's ballet teacher.

No. Margaret Fontana is married to Steve Cobbs.

-She must have kept her maiden name.

-They recently split up,

and she's going to ruin his launch with weaponised ballerinas at her command.

Get back to HQ now.

We must stop them reaching Steve Cobbs without raising suspicions.

Couru.

Couru.

Hello there. I'm the School Liaison.

If you'll come with me, I'll take you to the launch.

Just in there.

Join you in a minute.

That's right.

Ballerinas secure.

LOUD CRASH

WOOD SPLINTERING

Ballerinas not secure. Ballerinas really, really ANGRY!

Rose, I'm on my way.

This 3D effect is going to blow your minds.

Ready?

Hit it.

HUMAN BEAT BOXING

One, two, three.

One, two, three. 3D!

Whoo! Whoo!

Ah, Rose. Do you have a contribution?

Oh, bravo, Rose. Ballet.

A pique turn combination now, my dears.

Let's see what you can do. Express yourself.

Oh, a performance piece. How marvellous!

Changement de pieds, deux.

Oh, I know this ballet.

It's Duck Pond. And Rose is the duck that's about to get quacked.

And now, my dear,

let's finish this little dance of ours.

Oh!

Bravo!

Well done, team.

I'll tell Chief Agent Stark the attacker has been apprehended.

You've got this all wrong.

News flash. You're not the first criminal to say that to us.

I'm no criminal.

This was never about me and Steve.

-Who was it about?

-My son.

Elliot? He used to do ballet, right? I saw him in the picture.

Steve made the prototype device and I used it to force Elliot into ballet. It's my life, you see.

But Elliot rebelled.

He found a way of reversing the technology.

The wearer of the T-shirt controls

whoever is holding the Pearental controller.

He's been controlling Steve for months.

Hurry up. Hurry up! We're seconds away.

You're a totalitarian techno-despot, mother.

It doesn't co-ordinate with anything.

I knew something was wrong.

When that launch button is pressed,

millions of kids will actually be controlling their parents.

Pearental Guidance. Think of it.

The chaos. Kids in charge, no offence.

This could be lethal in the wrong hands. Look what happened to me.

What I did to Elliot was wrong.

I'd give anything to say I'm sorry.

Three minutes to go.

We need a gadget to stop the Pearware upload.

Actually, we've got the perfect gadget.

APPLAUSE

30 seconds!

Thanks to the Pearental Guidance Kit, my life changed,

and now we're going to change the lives of kids all over the world.

Stop! Stop this, Elliot!

Mum? How did you get here?

Talk to him. Tell him how you feel.

You used your father's fortune and influence against me.

You threw me out of my ballet school and our home.

I know you only did that so I wouldn't hurt you again.

I've been trying to get to you, trying to explain.

You can't stop me, mum. You can't make me do anything any more.

In a few seconds, millions of kids will be like me.

They'll be able to tell their parents what to do and the world will be a better place.

I can't make you do anything.

You're right.

I thought you'd love the ballet, the way I do.

I thought it would be good for you.

But when you wouldn't come to lessons, when you refused...

-You forced me.

-Yes, and I was wrong.

I know that now. You're free to make your own choices.

-I'm free to push this button and activate the software.

-Then push it, hurry up.

Shut up, Scoop!

Keep talking to him.

You might be free to push that button, but is Dad?

You know what it feels like, don't you?

To be forced to do something against your will.

To be bullied.

Is that what you want for him?

APPLAUSE

I guess there's something to be said for parental guidance after all.

Hiding from someone?

Just checking the area's secure.

You'll be pleased to know we completed the mission with both desk work AND field work.

Your decision to bring the launch to this location was a total disaster.

We saved the day, and you owe me that apology.

Your stupidity has led to me being harassed by a neurotic mad woman

with some sort of dictator complex.

A woman so horrendous... She's standing behind me, isn't she?

I will NOT have people insulting my students in this school.

Just go back to your little corner and keep sulking.

Nobody puts Carrie in the corner.

Sorry.

I can't hear you.

Sorry.

To Carrie's face, please.

I'm sorry.

And now you can come with me because your men have left a right mess,

and I am not having my caretaker wasting his time cleaning it up.

Thank you, Frank.

Aargh! Ow! Owww!

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