Bailey The Dumping Ground: I'm...

Attention! The My Life In Care videos are about to receive

their world premiere in the TV room.

Don't miss these personal takes

on what life is really like in Ashdene Ridge.

And next up, it's Bailey.

I'm Bailey Wharton.

Remember the name cos you'll be hearing a lot of it.

Cos, unlike everyone else in this dump,

I'm one care kid that's going places.

-What, like behind bars?

-Don't be mean!

Hmm.

My dream...

would be to work in football, of course.

Yeah, to become pro would be the best thing of all.

But if not, I wouldn't mind becoming an agent. They get loads of money.

Yeah...

I could...I could become a ref.

Yeah, I might become a ref!

-Pass the ball!

-He's on your right...

'I can't remember a time when football wasn't my thing.

'I suppose it's something you've either got or you haven't.'

Get it in, man!

Up here, man!

'And, yeah, I know I'm still a junior,

'but I guess word is getting around about my potential.'

ALL: Hi!

'We even had this ex-England player

'turn up out of the blue wanting to foster me.

'He must have heard about me on the grapevine.

'And it was like we spoke the same language, you know.

'We just got each other.'

Hi, I'm Bailey. Can I take your coat?

Yeah, sure.

-Watch it!

-Bailey, what are you doing?

-Bailey!

Bailey! Stop it now!

What have I said? Bailey, what...? You're so embarrassing!

No balls indoors. What are you doing? Pack it in!

GLASS SHATTERS

Yeah, the way they both used the football to smash the place up.

Like they were both telepathetic.

'In the end, the fostering thing didn't work out though.'

Look, you picked wrong.

Look, Bailey's only going to be use to you

-if he makes it as a footballer, which he won't.

-I will.

You haven't got the temper to become pro. You just keep losing it.

-I don't!

-Whoa, whoa. Look, calm down.

Look, Carmen's right. If you want to make it in this game,

you've got to learn to keep your head, stay in control.

What, like you did against Bayern Munich in 2004?

GLASS SHATTERS

And, of course, football's not the only thing I do really well.

There's other stuff. Hmm.

-Like cooking.

-Oh, I have heard it all now!

-What do you mean?

Bailey's the business at cooking!

-Yeah, I cook. I can do a wicked fry-up.

-This is a cake, Bailey.

All right. Cool, come on.

Thanks.

Oh!

Actually, I'm good at all sorts around the house.

Bailey, the housework king!

You're certainly sharing a side of you we've never seen before.

Yeah, a totally made-up one!

That's not rubbish! That's treasure!

Will you stop complaining?

-I'm doing you a favour!

-Yeah, and I wish you wouldn't!

And, if it weren't for me,

I'd hate to think what kind of pigsty we'd be living in.

Pigsty?! Really?

I've just done Mo's room. It's never been so clean.

We'll soon fix that!

Of course, cleaning isn't really the sort of thing

a future Premier League legend should bother with.

'I like stuff that's a bit harder, a bit more of a challenge.'

What, hard stuff like blowing up balloons?

I'd like to see YOU try. Of course I can blow up balloons.

-I mean, that balloon was just a bit...

-Of a challenge.

Yeah, but Johnny was way worse than me.

LAUGHTER

What? No way!

'What I'm saying is,

'if not I'm going to end up being a football legend,

'I'd probably end up being something

'that would have me using my brain, like a doctor. Yeah.'

Now I really HAVE hard everything! Bailey, a doctor?!

Well, it COULD happen. He cured Harry, didn't he?

-I thought you was getting better.

-So did I.

I just don't get it.

When you're outside, you're fine

but the minute you step back in this place...

you just go all spotty again.

Can we try something?

-You ain't going to like this, but it's Jeff.

-What do you mean?

Yesterday, when you was out with me, you got better.

This morning, when you woke up, you were worse.

But I'm spotty here now.

It's Jeff. Jeff's the problem.

No, I ain't doing this one.

Secrets are secrets for a reason. I'm not about to sit here

and fess up all my private stuff, on camera, to a gang of no-hopers.

-No-hopers? Nice.

-He doesn't mean us.

Last chance.

If I'm going to be your new owner, you've got to respect the rules.

I can't help you if you won't help yourself.

'And living with this total gang of no-hopers'

in The Dumping Ground means you need to learn how to keep a secret.

No, he doesn't mean us. Course not(!)

Not that you can keep anything private in this place for long.

Come on, boy. In. Let me get you some water.

Yeah, the cat always gets let out of the bag. Except it weren't no cat.

-Good walk?

-He's not in the house.

-Is that blood?

-That's ketchup.

-Bailey...

-If it was a kid, you wouldn't chuck him out.

It's not a kid. It's a dog.

You see, the thing is, while you're here,

you're going to get those people that shout their mouths off

about everything and can't wait to tell you

every single tiny detail about their boring life.

-I think he's talking about you this time.

-Oh, shut up!

I guess I'm more of a private person.

Is that why you were so freaked out

-when you thought the twins could read your mind?

-I was only playing.

-I knew it was a scam all along. Yeah.

-Right.

So you just fancied cooling off a bit, yeah?

I am Billie's eyes.

She'll read my mind and know when it's Bailey.

You should fire if it's Bailey.

# Could it be magic...? #

-Got you!

-Being lucky doesn't prove anything.

We'll do it until you believe us. Fire if it's Bailey.

# Could it be magic?

# Could it be magic...? #

OK, OK! I believe you!

The way I remember it, you lot were well freaked out by them.

If they can read minds, then they'll know everything we're thinking.

-All our secrets.

-All our embarrassing secrets.

-Such as?

-Then there was this time when...

Nice try, bruv.

Now you're talking rubbish. Little kids don't scare me.

TOGETHER: We knew you were going to say that.

Oh, will you two please stop doing that?

THE TWINS GIGGLE

-Tyler? Bailey?

-We thought you were them!

Look, I made some thought-protectors.

They keep everything in your mind,

so the twins can't know what you're thinking.

That's the most stupid thing I've ever heard you say,

-which is going some.

-Suit yourself.

And you're as mad as him!

I keep my embarrassing secrets the way they are - secret.

TOGETHER: We like your hats.

They keep you safe but Bailey isn't wearing one.

Pff, let's just face it, life is mostly rubbish

and it doesn't help that every day seems to be Wind Up Bailey Day.

Point that camera, it'll mean you're dead!

Is that a Man U shirt he's got on?

Yeah, he has to wear it all morning cos he lost a bet.

Yeah, he was knocking rugby players, so May-Li bet him

he couldn't score three penalties with a rugby ball.

-He scored none!

-Bailey...

-Stop!

'And you know what? I reckon it's getting worse.'

That's the signal. He's coming, he's coming. Shh, shh.

Picking a worst day is like picking Tyler's lamest joke

or Jody's saddest outfit - it's impossible to find a winner.

Although, if I had to pick one day,

'my first day has to be high up the list.

'I didn't want to come in the first place,

'but my dad had done one of his flits

'and those nosey losers next door called the social.

'Of course, I tried to get away.'

-Come back here!

-Make me!

Gotcha!

'In fact, I tried to get away a couple of times.'

STONE HITS WINDOW

-Dad?

-There you are. I tried every flipping window!

Come on then, if we're going.

'But it always seems to end badly.'

I never touched your stupid pitch!

-The can fell out of my hand.

-Leave quietly now

-or you'll make it worse for yourself.

-You flipping leave!

I'm supporting my team! Rovers!

'Well, here's the thing.

'Getting out of this place isn't the answer.

'cos when you do, all you find are loads more people out there,

-'ready to wind you up.'

-You don't like sharing, do you?

You could have given your girlfriend a go.

-You're not at Wembley yet.

-What's it got to do with you?

Nothing. I just know what I see

and that's a boy who's going to end up with no mates.

Well, at least I'm not a loser like you.

Just give me back my ball.

-Who are you calling a loser?

-Give me my ball.

-No.

DOG BARKS

MAN GROANS, DOG BARKS

HE GROANS

Come here, you!

DOG BARKS

'Yeah, I know, I shouldn't have lost my temper,

'but then it got worse.'

Collapsed right here. Called the ambulance.

Got him to the hospital but he didn't last the night.

You all right, mate? Do you know him?

-No.

-Shame.

I'm looking for someone to take him before the dog warden tips up. Hey.

'I thought it was because of me that the old man died.'

Yeah, it turns out it wasn't but what I did was well out of order.

I felt like I kind of had to make it up to him.

So, wherever that guy from the bench might be...

I hope he somehow knows that Mischief is safe.

Sweet dreams, Mischief.

Come on, girls.

-Night-night, Mischief.

-Night-night, Mischief.

In this place, how long have you got?

'For a start, there's all the stupid rules.'

You, come sit over here.

Take the football boots off, please, Bailey.

Bailey, we're still eating.

And I really hate when people make stuff up about me.

-Oi!

-You're going to scare off the bird!

No-one calls me a liar. Now, say sorry.

'And people who let the team down so you end up losing.'

-Oh, I wonder who he's talking about now.

-Yeah, who do you reckon?

That proper winds me up.

THEY TALK OVER EACH OTHER

-Yay!

-Come on, man, you're supposed to be defending!

-That's 5-0 now, so we win.

-Yeah, it's pathetic.

-That is girl power!

-Whoa!

'And don't get me started on Johnny.'

-Look, if you want to have a go, I'm right here.

-Yeah, if you like.

All right, boys, enough, enough! Cut it out!

Even talking about what makes me mad in this place is making me mad.

So, I'd much rather talk about something that calms me down.

'I reckon the world would be a much better place if everyone had a dog.'

'So, the thing that makes me most mad

'is anyone doing anything that might put Mischief in danger.'

Mischief! 'Like when someone let him escape that time.'

-Mischief!

-BARKING

Good boy.

BRAKES SCREECH FOLLOWED BY THUD

MISCHIEF WHIMPERS

Hey, chaps.

'Letting a poor defenceless creature get hurt,

-'that's the lowest of the low.'

-So, is he home for good now or...?

The vet says that he has some internal bruising

-but that should heal with time.

-ALL: Ah!

I never knew why people call dogs a man's best friend, but I do now.

ALL: Ah!