I Have a Dream The Dumping Ground

-Did you get some good books, Mo?

-I got this.

-You get to go to the theme park if you win.

-Let's see...

Don't you have to write a short story.

Winner gets two tickets.

You should give it a go.

Letter for you, Bailey.

Who's that from?

-I'll read it later.

-Is it important?

-I said I'll read it later.

-Ooh.

Hey! Come on.

"I like cheese."

Hey?

"I like cheese." Yeah, that can be the start to my story

I heard you want me.

Yes, you know I do. Shopping?

Still don't get why I have to do this.

Come on. Bananas, bread, milk, penne pasta...

-Shouldn't you be writing this down?

-I'll remember it.

Cheese is a good start, because everybody likes it.

Shouldn't you find a quieter place to work, Mo?

Well, when you hear "cheese," you want to know more, don't you?

PHONE RINGS

Ashdene Ridge.

Yes, hello. Sorry, can you hang on one moment, please?

You better get some of those yoghurts everyone likes.

-They're on offer.

-That's masses.

Maybe you need a hand. Mo?

-No way! Come on.

-I don't mind.

-Sorted.

Too late.

-That's not a full load.

-Well, I'm not having your...

I'm not having those in with mine.

I said no!

You going to take them out then?

Didn't think so. No more than 30 or else.

If you're that fussed about it, why don't you do it yourself?

Get over yourself, Rick.

-She is beyond annoying.

-What's the problem?

She wants me to do her washing for her.

-Oh... That is out of order!

-I know.

Who decides where all the things go?

Does it matter?

It must be someone's job. It's interesting.

It's like...

the cornflakes are always close to the cat food.

Is that because they both begin with C.

-Who was your letter from?

-This'll do.

-What else did May-Li say?

-She said you should make a list.

WASHING MACHINE BEEPS

Is there something wrong with your ears?

Work fine, they heard you coming.

So why have you not got up and got the washing?

Because it's ages away.

You're sat there playing colouring...

Can you hang mine out too, love?

Rick! Get in here.

Look at my dress!

All my stuff's ruined too. Anyway, why are you complaining?

Girls wear pink.

Look what he's done. Useless.

-No, I'm not!

-You can't even put a wash on.

-Maybe I shouldn't have to.

-What?

You know, some things boys do, and some things girls.

-It's just the way it is.

-Like what?

I don't know, cooking and stuff.

-What about Jamie Oliver?

-Exactly.

If a bloke puts his mind to something he's better at it.

-I can't believe you just said that.

-All right. Let me prove it.

Name a challenge. Me against Faith.

Well, I've never seen either of you bake a cake, so how about that?

All right, you want me to bake a cake?

Yeah. A bake off tomorrow.

-Yeah, and the loser has to wear that pink dress.

-Yep.

Hello. I don't remember asking for these.

Shopper's perk.

Where's the pasta?

Where's the milk?

You've got no veg.

Bailey, I told you to write a list.

She's right, she did.

What am I supposed to make with this lot?

Do you know what. I could help.

That's OK, Mo, you concentrate on your story.

I'll... I'll think of something.

So what have you done so far?

I'm still working on it.

"She walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table..."

-That's not very...

-Not very what?

Well, you know those "wow" words the teachers always talk about.

Carmen, you wouldn't know a wow word if it bit you.

You need to give her some sort of superpower.

So she's saving the world...

Trying to find a foster family while saving the planet.

Isn't that a bit naff?

You need to stand out to win.

And make sure you get in that you're in care,

because that will win the sympathy vote.

-I could put a superhero in mine.

-Mo, stop snooping.

-I'm not!

-Then go!

And if you dare put a superhero in your story, you will be toast.

Story not going well?

Carmen says it needs more wow words.

-I don't even know what my story is.

-Don't worry about Carmen.

Write from the heart, about something that matters. OK?

Something that matters... OK.

That's amazing.

-Get lost!

-I wish I could draw like that.

Get lost!

You haven't opened your letter? Why haven't you?

It's private.

But I have to write about it. A letter matters.

It means something. If I had a letter I'd open it.

-Out.

-But...

-Out!

-Right, so butter then the sugar.

-OK.

Careful!

I've been looking for that.

SHE CLEARS THROAT

You can't give up now.

I'm not. Just wait until tonight when everyone's in bed.

Then we will have the kitchen to ourselves.

Where they'll be no toenails!

I think that was yours.

Rick and Tyler are upstairs in their bedroom practising.

They can't bake a cake in a bedroom.

Well, which recipe are we using?

You're going to make it up!

I used to cook with my nan. It's her recipe. Never fails.

Are you sure that you remember it?

She made me memorise it, so I could pass it on to my children.

It's delicious. Trust me.

I'm starving.

What are we having?

Well, thanks to Bailey's rather inventive interpretation

of my shopping list it's...

Fritter surprise!

-What's in them?

-Well, that's the surprise.

Jam. Nice... Not sure it goes with salad though.

This one's tuna.

-How is it?

-Really good.

-I could make my story about them.

-What? "A Tale of Two Fritters."

Why just two? We got loads.

-No, it's a book by Charles Dickens.

-He wrote about fritters?

-Tell him he can't write about our tea.

-Why can't I?

There's no point anyway.

This is Tee's story, this is going to walk it.

"Sheena tossed and turned amidst profound terror as

"the mists stalked her dreams,

"where the dark memory of her past was unleashed."

-It's useless isn't it?

-What's it about?

Well, it's about a girl who's had a horrible past.

She has these dark powers.

Oi, don't be mean.

No, he's right, it's trying too hard. I'll start again.

-Yeah, cos that'll be so much better.

-I'd like to see you try.

Could do it with my eyes closed, mate.

Prove it. Get writing.

Can't be bothered.

HE MIMICS CHICKEN

OK, enough! If you both write a story, I'll judge.

I'll read yours too, Mo.

I'm in. Bailey?

OK then. You'd have until lunch time tomorrow.

Now, can we please just eat.

I'm not going anywhere near that.

This number is no longer connected.

CRASH

Sssh!

CRACK

Nearly broke my tooth.

-Not so bad if you suck it.

-You don't suck cake!

Been cooking?

-Don't be daft. What you doing up?

-Just wanted a drink.

Night, man.

What are you doing?

-You should be in bed.

-So should you.

-I'll read it for you.

-What?

Your letter. It's hard when you can't read.

What are you going on about? I can read.

No, you can't. That's why you didn't make that shopping list.

Look, lots of people can't read or write.

I ain't one of them.

Mo?

-Mo, wake up.

-You changed your mind?

Yeah.

My dad's dyslexic. Used to read things for him all the time.

I'm not dyslexic or whatever you call it.

I just couldn't read the letter

because the writing was scrunched up.

"Dear Bailey, sorry I haven't been in touch.

"I could hear your voice saying, 'Come on dad, sort yourself out,'

"so I did. I think you'll be impressed.

"I blagged my way onto the ferries at Dover.

"Doesn't pay much, just enough for digs.

"It means you can't come, mate. I'll stay in touch I promise.

"I want to know how the footie's going, don't I?

"I miss our games. Make me proud. I know you will.

"Love Dad."

All ready for the bake off?

-I'm looking forward to it.

-What to wearing a dress?

Oh, so you've been up all night writing your story then?

-Don't be mean.

-Tee's is nearly finished.

-Leave him alone.

-Shut up, Mo.

-He was only trying to be nice.

-Get stuffed.

If you can't be polite, Bailey, I don't want you at the table.

Leave him a minute, Mo.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Go away.

-I said go away!

-I brought you some toast.

Leave it there.

Look, why don't you tell them you're sad?

They'll be nice to you.

Who says I'm sad.

I do. I'm sad about my dad as well.

-It makes us the same.

-No, it doesn't.

Got something to say to you. Loser!

Carmen's going to be even worse when you don't give in a story.

May-Li said to write about something that matters.

You can write about your letter.

I don't think so, Mo.

I could write it. It wouldn't be cheating.

I used to write things for Dad.

He'd tell me what to write and I'd write just that.

They'd recognise your handwriting.

I'll use the computer. You make some pictures.

You're good at drawing.

-What you doing?

-We've only got till tea time.

MUSIC: "If I Knew You Were Comin' I'd've Baked a Cake" by Eileen Barton

You've got to "fold in the flour."

What does that mean?

One, two, three.

Whoa! Turn it off!

It's a cake.

Right, everything you need to ice them is over here.

Remember the theme's this place.

Wait you never said anything about icing.

What's a cake without icing? May the best cake win!

I don't want them all to know.

OK, well, change it to a girl and then make the letter from her mum.

So, what do you want to say?

Well, it's a girl she got put in care.

She got a letter from her mum...

..saying she didn't want her to live with her no more.

You can't just say what happened, you've got to make it interesting.

I'm useless at this, Mo.

No, you're not.

Let's plan it. So, what's your girl's name?

OK, well, what is your mum's name?

Alison. Dad called her Ally.

OK, well, where is she?

Well, what's she like? Have you got any photos?

Dad threw them all out.

He hates her.

And....

Look, she walked out when I was two.

I can't even remember her.

-That's good.

-What?

It means she can be whatever you want her to be.

You can make her up.

What's that supposed to be?

A window.

Really?

You know what...

-I'm going to get you for that.

-No, don't!

Doesn't look like Ashdene Ridge. Doesn't make me want to eat it.

Got any money?

Don't touch the cake. I won't be long.

I told you to leave it alone!

We can use these windows, doors.

-Tee!

-Where is she?

What are you doing out here?

Trying to get some peace.

-So have you finished yet?

-Well, according to you, yeah.

But you know I was only trying to wind up Bailey.

Can you just let me get on with it!

What's up with her?

Oh, nothing. She's being temperamental.

It's what creative people tend to do.

Is that why Bailey got so cross?

No, that was because he's an idiot.

So, you say it and I type it.

I wish the teachers let me do this at school.

What are you doing?

I'm helping Mo out with a project.

We could do with a bit of quiet.

There's crisps under my bed. If you go you can have them.

Close the door.

-Yeah, that looks about right.

-So does this...

Oh, that's is fab.

-Frank, why's your shirt pink?

-It's not.

-Did you put that in Rick's wash?

-No.

I'm not stupid, Frank.

Look, Rick didn't know.

So, it was your fault?

Sorry.

Ahh... Is that your story?

Yeah, hope it's OK.

You're the only entry so far.

-I knew he couldn't handle it.

-Yeah, well, sorry to disappoint.

Thank you.

Well, I will let you know who's won later.

-You got a story there too, Mo?

-I couldn't get it right.

-That's a shame.

-I don't mind. Really.

I want that one.

Faith's definatly wins. Rick's is just a mound of sweets.

Yeah, but I'd bet we'd all like some.

Right, I think Frank should decide.

No, he'll be on their side.

Yeah, but he's got to make up for the pink washing.

You what?

Yeah, it was him that put the football shirt in the wash.

Sorry, mate.

Well, hang on, so you should be you doing this, not me.

Doesn't change anything. This is still about you being a sexist pig.

So let's get on with it.

Frank, I'm trusting you to be unbiased.

That is really, really good.

Yes!

Now for Faith's.

Lighter, delicate...

Yeah, but yours is really small.

What did I say?

So the winner is...

..Faith!

-Told you.

-Congratulations.

They're coming! They're coming!

Oh... Harry, you ready?

-Kind of suits you.

-Don't push it.

-You guys ready for your close up?

-Of course.

Right, food's up, everyone.

Right, before we eat I have another announcement.

I've read the short stories.

Tee's story is brilliant. It's fast paced, full of amazing imagery.

Really, really impressive.

And this is Bailey's. It's very different.

Yeah, I bet it is.

It's incredibly moving.

And the drawings, well, they are just beautiful.

-Thanks.

-What, you mean he's won?

-I do, yes. Well done, Bailey.

-Yeah, well done.

Would you like to read a bit for us?

Could I? Please?

-Yeah...

-Go ahead!

"Ally looked at the envelope.

"It was the first and only letter she'd ever had.

"So precious yet she was scared to look inside."

It's about this girl in care who gets a letter.

-Oh, well done, Mo.

-Obviously.

"Hours passed as she looked.

"She knew it was from her mother.

"Every thought and dream for the past months was won or lost

"by what was inside."

-Didn't I tell you it was impressive?

-You can't stop there. What happens?

-Do you mind if they read it?

-Yeah, if you want.

I thought you were helping Mo with his story.

That didn't work out.

It doesn't say she goes into care until later on.

How did you know that, Mo?

Must have guessed.

Is that why you didn't finish your story?

-Because you were writing his?

-You've got it wrong.

-You're just a bully.

-Oh, yeah, course.

Wait, let Bailey explain.

How could you do that to Mo?

-I didn't do anything to Mo!

-So he didn't help you?

You're pathetic. I can't believe you cheated.

He didn't, he really didn't. Stop it, just stop it!

Mo?

Go away!

No-one's cross.

Helping someone's a nice thing to do.

All I did was type it.

-Why didn't Bailey do that?

-Because he can't!

He can't type?

He can't read or write. He's like my dad.

He thinks he's stupid.

I read his letter to him. His dad said he's not coming back.

Don't worry, I'll talk to him, yeah?

KNOCK ON DOOR

I'm sorry.

Mo told me why he was helping you.

About your reading and writing?

-He's talking rubbish.

-Is he?

Well, you don't find school easy, do you?

Would you mind if I talk to your teachers?

Figure out why you find it so hard.

It won't make any difference.

-My dad's tried once.

-What happened?

They said I should just stop mucking around. Pay more attention.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah....

The Bailey I know is bright.

Honestly, it shines through

So why am I always at the bottom?

You just need the right help.

Mo reckons I'm dyslexic.

You might be.

Loads of people are.

Did you know Einstein was dyslexic? Richard Branson, Tom Cruise.

Bet there's some footballers too.

Bailey, I know your letter was from your dad.

Yeah... He's got a job, that's all.

-That's why he wrote it.

-That's good, isn't it?

Your dad will always be your dad, Bailey,

and anyway we like having you here.

OK?

Special Delivery for Bailey.

-Do you want me to read it?

-Yeah.

You won the story competition.

No way!

Yeah, I think she means "well done".

-Yeah, congratulations.

-Thanks.

Now all you've to do is to decide who to take.

Mo, do you fancy it?

You'll take me?

-Do you really want to take me?

-Course I do.

Yes! Thank you so much!