Feature Length (Episode 1&2) The Dumping Ground

Mischief! Hey!

Miss me?

-Have you seen that lorry?

-Must be for Agatha's old house.

-Hi, Bailey.

-Hey, you're back!

-How are you?

-I'm cool.

-Have you seen Mike?

-You're not due back till tomorrow!

Oh, and our new neighbours are moving in today.

-All right, boys?

-Hey, Bailey.

-Hey, Bailey.

Hey, Mo. I got you a wicked present!

-Are you visiting Sasha?

-No.

Don't dob me in it.

-Where's Mo?

-Gone back to his grandad's.

Didn't you know?

-You knew Mo was leaving.

-Yeah, in a couple of weeks!

No, no, no, no. Can't afford it.

But I'm going to say goodbye. Have you got a problem with that?

Not till he's settled in.

His grandad has asked that we leave it a few days, yeah?

Don't cry about it, Bailey. It's not like he's your brother.

Yeah, like you'd know. Where's yours?

Has anyone seen the twins this morning?

-It's my turn to play with Harriet first.

-You're too rough.

Agatha said she was keeping her for someone special.

-REMOVAL MAN: Careful!

-Let's get that dresser.

The new owners. Quick!

Don't drop Harriet, she's really fragile.

We'll never get out without being seen.

TROLL ROARS

ELECTRONIC BEEPING

ARCADE GAME EFFECTS

-MAN:

-Of course, the guttering needs doing...

-Hey!

-Hold it!

Peter!

Two of them! Two of the vagabonds!

"To the residents - we would be delighted if you could join us

"for some light refreshment at four o'clock today."

-On the day they move in?

-That's weird.

We can take them a house-warming present!

Maybe...cherry cupcakes?

MUSIC ON QUIETLY

CREAKING

Oi! That's not yours. Get out!

Can't I hang around with you? You've got really sick trainers.

Look, I never said you could touch them. Now scram, you little brat!

Who are you talking to?

It's none of your business.

And don't come in without knocking, yeah?

Go.

Get off! They're for the house-warming.

Why is it a house-warming? Why isn't it house chilling?

-Do we HAVE to go?

-You and Billie were friends with Agatha.

Do you not want to know the people that she left her house to?

-It says "residents" - that's all of us. Come on.

-Hey! Bailey!

I'm not meeting any dumb neighbours.

DOOR CLOSES

They've all gone. Wicked!

Look, if you ain't seen Sasha, just do one, yeah?

-No-one wants you here.

-You're only in a mood because Mo's gone.

-Just shut it, yeah?

-Oi! Leave him alone!

-Just tell him to get out of my face.

-So it was him in your room.

-Oh, whatever.

-You can't come here outside of contact,

or Mum will get into trouble.

Is that what you want? Or for her and Kev to be a family?

With you and Murphy and the baby.

And me.

-Sasha, hurry up!

-Stop playing around with Bailey...

and go home.

BOLTS SLIDE, LOCKS CLUNK

Ah! Greetings.

Peter Umbleby. My lady wife, Janet.

-Pleased to meet you.

-Likewise.

-I'm Mike.

-And I'm May-Li.

Thank you so much for inviting us, and so soon.

Ah, well, we like to touch base with the neighbours ASAP.

We'll be meeting each household one by one, you know.

Really?

Well, Janet gets, er...nervous.

Doesn't like crowds.

Kids, come on!

This is Tyler...

-Jody...

-Hello!

-Kazima...

-Hello.

Archie... Sasha.

-Floss...

-Cupcake? Me and Joseph made them.

-Oh, lovely!

-Billie, Finn, Toni,

Joseph, Chloe and Ryan.

Ah, well, come in.

Thanks very much.

12 children!

Oh, 13, actually.

-Yeah, one of them's not here.

-Right!

-You're so young!

-What...

-Do you think May-Li and I...?

-Oh!

No, no, no, no! They're not ours.

You've got to be kidding me!

Can you imagine?!

So, what is... What?

We're a children's home.

Bailey! Bailey, wait up.

-Shall we have a kickabout?

-The bus stop's over there, yeah?

Come on. I know you want to.

-You used to play loads in the old days.

-Look, just stop bugging me!

Are you deaf?

Did you find your cat?

Um... Yeah, thanks for asking.

-You haven't got a cat.

-People say

random stuff like that to me all the time.

Bus is coming!

Ashdene Ridge care home.

I'm surprised you didn't know.

So, are you all...

orphans?

We're in care.

Some of us have parents, they just can't look after us.

Tyler's mum's got mental problems.

Huh?

And Jody's was in prison for ages.

-Not any more!

-And Sasha was supposed to go to secure.

That's for the baddest kids.

-MIKE:

-Floss, I'm sure the Umblebys aren't interested.

Yes, we are, we should have been told!

There's Mischief as well.

He used to belong to a homeless guy, but he's our dog now.

Ah-ah! Hands off the robo vac!

That's Mrs Umbleby's baby!

ROBO-VAC BEEPS

Wow.

-Cherry cupcake?

-Go and do your homework.

-Go on.

-You told me I had to impress the neighbours.

Not this rabble. It'll be way over their heads.

Won't go over Tyler's head. He's enormous!

HE CHOKES

He's choking - Eddie!

-You're supposed to take the stones out!

-Right. Go, and never come back!

That went well.

Oi! You need to look after your brother.

He's only here cos of the new baby.

That's why he keeps hanging around.

Yeah, I'm not talking about that.

He's being...weird.

Weirder than you? I doubt it.

All right, fine, if you don't want to know.

He's my family. Get it?

And I've got his back until I move into Kev's house with Mum.

That's never going to happen. Your mum's a flake.

And your dad's a loser

who works on a ship just so he doesn't have to see you.

Stay away from my brother!

I don't want him learning anything off you.

Not again.

It was Billy who suggested it.

-Just what he needs.

-He's only doing it to get at me.

Hey, Dexter. On the 'ead!

That's an awful lot of effort if that's the only reason.

You're pathetic. You know that?

It's not my fault your brother thinks I'm the bomb.

And watching you freak out makes it all worthwhile.

That thing I saw? She's holding it.

Mr Dumblebee said it was her baby.

What?

-Where?

-That round metal thing.

This big.

It's obvious, it's an egg.

An egg? People don't hatch from eggs.

No, but robots do.

"Public meeting to air residents' concerns about Ashdene Ridge.

"We are horrified to discover

"a children's care home on our doorstep. No obvious signage.

"Deliberately hiding the miscreants within"?!

Miscreants? Are they Victorian?

They think we're all crims.

Right, nobody panic, right?

One set of neighbours can't close us down.

Bailey, training cones need to go back in the shed, please.

-Can't Dexter do it?

-Sasha has taken him home.

He's a bit of a handful, isn't he?

-He reminds me of someone.

-What?

Look... He really looks up to you.

And it's great that you've given him the time.

Message from Mum. She doesn't want

Dexter playing football with you any more.

Really? She seemed happy enough earlier.

Someone's been dissing me.

-Who's pathetic now?

-I didn't have to.

She found someone better. Shame.

Bailey? Kev.

Saw you around the Academy.

Come in.

I've got to thank you for getting Dex back into his football.

-Big respect.

-So are you training him now?

Me? No.

I'll be taking it from here.

-Roddy.

-Hello, mate!

How's it going? I ain't seen you since you got dropped.

Yeah.

-So Kev's your dad.

-He stayed on when you left,

went down the coaching route.

He's professional, nearly.

That's the plan. He's off to America to footy college.

I'll get the kettle on, love.

So why did Dexter come to me, then,

since you're so great?

Pity?

Once I get rid of those bad habits you taught him,

he's going to be a tidy little player, ain't you, mate?

How many so far?

I've counted 12 people going into the Dumblebees'.

-Definitely.

-I don't get it. No-one's ever complained before.

Guys, they've added free cake to the poster.

They're cheaters!

If they're bad-mouthing us,

-we've got to know what they're saying.

-Absolutely.

We're residents too.

We've got every right to be there.

Go on, Mike.

Shall we tell him they're robots?

We need proof.

I always need linos if you want to get some experience.

From you? That's a joke.

You're just jealous because you didn't stick at it, mate.

Yeah, and I know your rep.

You're a bully, I wouldn't let you coach my dog, mate.

-They take dogs in your league? That figures.

-I'm not in the league.

Of course you're not, you're a loser.

Dex is well out of it, mate, he needs a firm hand.

-Yeah? Well, play us.

-Sorry?

Let's see who's the best coach.

My team against yours.

That's a great idea, boys.

-A football match?

-Yeah.

You went to the house?

-We've only been training a day!

-Rodney needs teaching a lesson.

It's got nothing to do with you - nothing!

Cool it, you two.

I'm sure we can muster up a team for a friendly.

Hey.

-Well?

-They've got a couple of signatures on the petition.

-A petition?

-Well, to be fair, there has been noise,

broken windows, police visits.

Yeah, but the Dumblebees don't have anything on us.

It's not like we've been trespassing in the house.

We did nearly poison them.

Poison? Our cakes were delicious!

Cherry stones contain cyanide.

-Awkward.

-Jody's right.

They can't complain if we don't give them grounds.

It's not really trespassing if Agatha let us go round.

You stole Harriet!

You wouldn't let me play with her.

Don't YOU touch her, she's delicate!

Get off! You'll break her!

-What is this?

-It was Billy, not me.

It's from Agatha's attic.

You have to take it back.

No way, Mr Dumblebee's too scary.

I'll do it, if you help me, Kaz.

Is that how he walks when there's nobody looking?

Definitely robot.

I bet he's metal inside too.

Well, that's how we prove it. We see if they're magnetic.

Hey, are you ready?

Floss, you'll have to be our sub.

Where are you going?

-There's a key?

-Agatha kept losing them, so she had loads.

OK, quick.

Oi!

He's 17, you can't play him.

-Excuse me?

-I recognise him from the Academy.

What's going on?

Delaying tactics.

Expected as much.

-How old are you, son?

-13.

He's not.

Dexy, over here.

Is that boy in your year at school?

Yeah.

OK, go - quickly.

Quick, come, come!

I forgot the measurements, numbskull!

And Mum said don't forget to put a dicky bow on for the concert later,

-right?

-Yeah, sure.

We were just putting something back.

-OK.

-Thank you.

Let's go.

Here!

Man on! Man on!

WHISTLE PEEPS

Yes, well done!

WHISTLE PEEPS

-WHISTLE PEEPS

-Good football, well done.

Yes!

Come on, team.

WHISTLE PEEPS REPEATEDLY

Yeah!

Come on, guys, what are we doing?

Focus!

Yeah!

Team DG!

Team, huddle up!

They are slaying us.

I don't even want to play any more, I'm going back to the bus.

-Never quit during a match, all right?

-We're rubbish.

You're not rubbish.

For newbies, you lot are pretty sick.

We let in 23 goals!

And you've scored two. Top volley from Joe and, Billie,

that cross was total class.

Right back to the left four, so take on the outside, Arch.

-Yep.

-We're not going to win.

Yeah, maybe not, but if we only let in ten goals in the second half,

it will be an awesome result. Yeah?

Team DG. Team DG!

-ALL:

-Team DG! Team DG!

THEY CHEER

It's yours!

Go on, team.

Yes!

CHEERING

That's what I'm talking about!

That's it - keep it up.

Hey, guys, focus on your defence!

WHISTLE PEEPS REPEATEDLY

BLOWS FINAL WHISTLE

You've done good, guys, you've all done good!

Well done, well done, well done!

You lost, I don't get it.

All right, team, come in!

You really pulled it around.

-We're not quitters.

-Don't be so modest.

-They listen to you.

-We just do whatever works, that's all.

Have you ever thought about taking it up properly?

These American colleges are always looking for talent.

LAUGHTER

HE SCREAMS

I'm done with all that. Hey, Dexter.

You've got to stand up to Roddy, yeah?

Otherwise he's always going to push you about.

Come on, mate...

This isn't just about the footy, is it?

Dexter!

Come on.

Then I smashed it into the net and into the goalie's header.

Yes! Look... Their star player, he plays for the over-17s.

See, I told you, Roddy's a cheat.

He's no good for your brother.

Don't pretend it has anything to do with Dexter.

That's enough, you two.

Mischief needs walking.

Hello?

You've left your door open.

Burgled?

I called the police. The Umblebys are on their way back now.

Do they know who did it?

I don't know, but the house was marked,

so it's probably a professional job.

Mischief still needs to be walked.

RINGING

Hello?

It was you robbed the Dumblebees.

I saw your cat poster.

That's all I do. Not the actual burgling.

-What?

-I mark the houses.

And I marked the Dumblebees for you.

Cos they're nasty. To make up for winning the football match.

So who are you working for?

Huh?

Who are you working for?

Is it Roddy?

It's Roddy.

Shh, you can't tell anyone.

Look, I worked that out for myself, yeah? Suppose the police do.

They can't. I have to do what he says,

or he'll stir it up with the social workers...

..to get the baby taken off Mum.

What's she doing?

I don't know. She must be out of battery or something.

Come on.

SHE SHRIEKS

Intruders! Help! He poked me!

You two! What, come back to gloat, have you?

Dad, wait. It wasn't them.

What do you mean, it wasn't them?

Who else would it be? Huh?

No way. They didn't burgle the Dumblebees' house.

It's Umbleby. Show some respect. Get in.

-No...

-Seat belts on.

-Not them, they're innocent.

-Shh!

-But they're going to get arrested.

-Not without evidence.

Look, just keep your head down, yeah?

But I know who did it.

And you'll get done for being an accessory. Get a criminal record.

Do I have to be in Roddy's gang for ever?

No.

Cos you've got me now.

I'm going to fix them for good.

Did they put you in a police cell?

-No, Floss.

-Just a tiny one?

Just for a minute?

We just told them the truth.

I didn't mean to steal her.

The point is, they had nothing to do with the burglary.

Did you see any police dogs?

Did you stroke them?

KAZIMA SIGHS

Dexter, grub's up.

"Dear Bailey, thanks for trying to help me, but it's not fair

"to get you in trouble too. So I'm handing myself in to the police."

My bike!

Oi, what are you doing?

I said I'd fix it!

Just...come on.

There's a house I know from my old dog-walking business.

They've got a silent alarm.

-You get me?

-I think so.

Roddy won't know they're coming. They'll catch him right at it.

Boom.

-Busted.

-Dexter.

You didn't come down for breakfast.

Your mum guessed you'd be here.

We were just chatting about the game.

You're not supposed to be coaching him.

-That was the deal.

-It's OK, Sash.

No good coach wants to give up a player.

Roddy won't be too happy.

He'll be crashed out in bed. Had a late one last night.

-Text me, yeah?

-Yeah.

HAMMERING

WHIRRING

Bet you they electrify it next.

Uhh!

You can understand them taking precautions.

-They were burgled last night.

-Yeah, but they still think it was us.

I heard Mr Dumblebee saying that the police are a pack of incompetents.

So let's turn them around.

You know, become the perfect neighbours?

-Yeah.

-Let's show the Umblebys

how lucky they are living near a great bunch of kids.

-What WAS stolen?

-Everything.

Police said it was a professional job.

They're probably over there now sitting on bricks

because they've got no chairs.

I know. Why don't we replace the stuff that was stolen?

How much do chairs cost?

We don't need money.

Ashdene Ridge Crime Patrol.

ARCP.

Doesn't roll off the tongue.

I really don't think the name matters that much.

Ashdene Ridge...Anti-Crime...

Operation!

A-R-A-C-O.

ARACO!

OK, fine, ARACO.

We patrol the streets and stop any more burglaries.

546 to Control.

In position. Confirm.

Received. Stand by.

Have we got an eyeball on the suspect? Repeat.

Ours is definitely the coolest idea.

Can I go round Edward's house?

Edward? Edward who?

The Dumblebees' son.

You said we had to be the perfect neighbours,

-so I'm going to make friends with them.

-Right.

Cos I have excellent social skills.

That's a great idea, Floss.

Job's done. Over to you.

-Good night, was it?

-..Yeah. Thanks.

Right, Dad, I'm going to go and run this off.

All right, son.

SHE KNOCKS

Is Edward in?

Right, listen up. ARACO is investigating the sneak

that jacked my bike.

Hang on, you're ARACO and someone stole your bike?

You must be really rubbish.

It's in the shed. I borrowed it.

-What?

-And I might be needing it later on as well.

You can't just take it without asking!

You left it outside.

-Finders keepers.

-It's my bike!

Get your own!

So, just stop a second.

Where is it? I need my phone.

Try and visualise where you were the last time you had it.

Who were you talking to? Think!

PHONE RINGS

'Bailey.'

Mm?

Who won the FA Cup last year?

SHE MOUTHS THEN HANGS UP

MUFFLED BARKING

DOG BARKS

PHONE RINGS

'Hi, Rob and Clare aren't here right now, so leave a message.'

Dexy, you moron!

Oi, come on, we've got to go - now!

AIR HISSES

Dexy.

-You set us up?!

-DISTANT SIRENS

Quick, get in the van. Get in!

PHONE RINGS

Dex?

Your plan failed.

You're literally useless at everything, you know that?

-Where's Dexter?

-'So you're going to back off'

and keep your gob shut or I'll tell Rob and Clare

who picked their house.

All right. Just let me talk to him.

It's over, you little snitch.

If I go down for this, you're coming with me.

It was you, wasn't it? You took my phone.

Do you know what you've done?

I told you not to mess with my family.

-Roddy's got Dexter.

-What?

He robs people's houses.

Dex has been working for him.

-You're lying.

-We were setting him up.

I was supposed to be there.

ANGELIC TWEETING

MANIACAL LAUGHTER

Come on, we've got to find him.

The Umblebys will be really pleased with all of this.

Thank you so much for your generosity.

That's so kind of you. Bye.

Erm... What's that?

A yoghurt maker and some fish forks.

Here.

It does look a bit...tatty.

Beggars can't be choosers.

The Dumblebees will be very grateful.

There's years of wear left in this stuff.

THEY LAUGH

Right, so what I'm proposing is to put an extra two feet of fencing...

I know Edward loves the clarinet and this is Mozart's clarinet quintet.

I love it so much.

And by the way, it's in A.

Crime log update.

12.15pm, deliberate musical disturbance.

Spying over the fence.

And they're still going up and down the street

pushing the shopping trolley.

They're a highly organised criminal gang.

Who knows what they're planning to do next?

Got it?

Excellent.

We've got their number.

Look! That man dropped a crisp packet.

Oh, phone 999(!)

Scramble all units.

One whole hour and we still haven't seen any suspicious behaviour.

Why didn't Dex tell me?

-You should have noticed.

-I've been trying to tell you.

Mum? Mum!

-Mum!

-What's bechamel sauce?

-Have you seen Dexter?

-I'm making Kev a lasagne.

-Where's Dexter?

-It's important, Mum.

Well, don't ask me. You were hardly home at his age.

She doesn't know anything. We can't waste time, come on.

Is there anywhere where Roddy goes?

-Just think.

-The club.

That old place. Kev's always on about restoring it.

-Well, do you know where that is?

-Yeah.

Ah. We're going to the police with our crime log.

They can't ignore us now.

Does Edward like opera?

The back door, quick!

SIRENS WAIL

Right, that's it.

If the crime won't come to us, then we create our own.

Erm...

The only reason we're doing this

-is because the Dumblebees think we're criminals already.

-So?

They won't know it's us.

I'll be disguised as a baddie and Jody can be my victim.

-Typical!

-And then, ARACO does a citizen's arrest.

The Dumblebees will think we're awesome.

I thought you gave the key back?

There's another 13.

This is going to be such a big surprise!

Come on, Jody!

We have to practise before the Dumblebees come home!

Take one, action!

Give us your bag, you rancid old crone.

Not if you're going to be offensive!

Ow! What are you doing?

Take two. Again.

Edward!

Just want to talk!

Sasha! Dexter!

Are you OK?

-Did he hurt you?

-Not as dumb as you look, then?

Action!

No! No!

-You!

-Ow!

GLASS SMASHES

Sorry!

A broken window? This is the last straw.

Let's get you inside.

-ALL:

-Surprise!

I don't get it. I thought you were serious about your coaching.

Footy's a mug's game.

You must know that, loser boy.

-And robbing's better?

-Yeah, well...

I'll get my Lambo quicker than I would in the Conference League.

It stops now, OK?

I don't want you anywhere near Dexter.

You can't order me about.

Yes, I can. I'll tell your dad

what his precious little son's been doing.

Can't be long!

I'm making your dad a lasagne.

I can defo sell the laptop and the telly...

You'd better have a very good explanation, that's all I can say.

-I'm sorry.

-Yeah, well...

Feast your eyes.

Oh...

They clearly imagined that you'd had everything stolen.

Police said it was a professional job.

-I always wanted a yoghurt maker!

-Remove this junk.

Immediately.

Kids...

I never knew Dexter was part of it.

And what if you get caught?

The kids could get taken into care.

They're not coming to any harm.

Apart from Dexter, and that's going to stop.

All of it is! Right now.

It's a good thing I found out.

We may as well sell the rest of it.

Waste not, want not, babe.

SHE ROARS

Where are you taking him?

You're not going to go crying to your care workers now, are you?

-This is family stuff.

-Get out of my way.

You heard her.

We've no choice.

We HAVE to call the police.

Don't get Dexter involved, because the police will charge him too.

But he's a child.

If he was put under any kind of pressure, they'll understand that.

What about Bailey?

Roddy said if he snitched, he'd go down with him.

Call the police, Sasha.

See? It wasn't us who robbed you.

And you're expecting an apology?

Well, we hoped we could draw a line.

Twice we've had trespassers on our property.

Broken glass on the floor,

grubby fingers all over our personal possessions.

If I find any of you within ten yards of this house,

I'll apply for a restraining order.

Come on, let's go.

Could you give this to Billie and Toni?

-What?

-My aunt left it to them in her will.

I think she's ugly, but she might be worth something to them.

-I'm sure she will.

-They were kind to her.

And it's what she wanted.

Thank you.

I had to tell them, Mum.

It was Roddy who sucked me in.

Kev's here. Roddy's been bailed.

Oi, I want you where I can see you.

Why don't you come through here?

Hey, come here, love.

It's OK. I've been here before.

Roddy will have to face up to what he's done and accept his punishment.

I'm just sorry he involved you and Dexter.

Did you tell the police anything about me?

No.

So you've been charged, then?

I'm in Magistrates' Court tomorrow, five counts of burglary,

-so cheers for that.

-Yeah, you knew the risks.

They won't accept you in America with a criminal record.

But that's OK, because football's for losers, right?

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

No, it's your dad I feel sorry for.

-He was so proud of you.

-Well, you go, then.

Take the stupid college place. It's already paid for.

It cost him thousands of dollars, he had to cash in his life savings.

All wasted on you.

But Bailey going, that's the best idea you've had in weeks.

Dad, I wasn't serious.

But I was.

There's an interview online

-and they'll need a reference from the Academy.

-But...

You deserve it, Bailey.

Much more than my son right now.

Ah!

Hello.

Janet mentioned she'd given you our family heirloom.

Obviously, she's far too precious

for little girls such as yourselves to play with.

So, how about I swap you...

these?

Huh?

Mr Umbleby, are you spying?

No! I was just... Oh!

If you want her back, she's worth lots of moolah.

Harriet's ours now.

Well jel!

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Bailey...

America.

He says he's spoken to you about it before.

-Yeah, and?

-Well, after the lucky escape you just had,

that could have ruined your future.

Yeah, I'm not interested, Mike.

Give me one good reason.

Well, plane fare, for a start.

-I haven't got a passport.

-OK.

And how am I going to see my social worker 4,000 miles away?

And...

I've got to look out for Dexter now.

He might not even be staying.

Yeah, they're just going to bung him in a foster home.

Yeah, that's clever. He's only going to come running back.

We're talking about you here.

There's nothing to talk about.

This is different to the Academy.

They're not going to drop you.

This is massive. I get that.

Because you're putting yourself out there,

getting yourself back in the game.

But anything that's worth doing is going to come with a risk.

Nah.

I'm not into footy no more, Mike.

You could have fooled me! I watched you coaching in the park.

-It's like you'd come home.

-See, you're trying to get rid of me.

Yeah.

You've done your time here.

You've changed from the young hothead

who smashed the telly and ran off with his dad

into the person that Dexter came looking to for help.

You fought his corner and you didn't quit till he was safe.

-So?

-So...

this is your turn, now.

To grab the chance and go where it takes you.

The chance to prove what an extraordinary young man you are.

Yes!

Guess who got a voluntary care order?

-I'm moving in!

-Yeah, for a week.

Until his next planning meeting.

Am I sharing with Sasha?

-No way!

-What about the police?

I got a caution and a youth offending worker called Roxy,

with a motorbike and a tattoo.

Your dad's going to transfer us the airfare.

And he says if I don't get you to go, he's going to kill me.

Come on, Bailey. We can fast-track your passport.

Your social worker thinks it's a great opportunity.

Hm?

Eh?

I'm not leaving Mischief.

-We'll keep him here.

-No, it's my dog.

I promised I'd always look after him.

Mischief can go too. They take dogs on planes.

That's going to be another £800.

-My dad can't afford that.

-We can.

-Nearly.

-What?

We sent a photo of Harriet to a doll collector.

She could be worth £700.

And you'd just...give that to Bailey?

-Are you sure?

-Yeah.

Mischief would miss him too much.

We can make the hundred ourselves, easy.

So the only thing stopping you...

is you.

'Hello, mate. How's it going?

'Ain't seen you since you got dropped.

-'Not in the league.

-Of course you're not.

'You're a loser... '

'Take the stupid college place.

'He keeps going on about what a natural talent you are.'

'This is your turn...

'..to grab the chance and go where it takes you.'

'The only thing stopping you...

'..is you.'

Passport office and back... in record time.

You ready?

Yeah.

-Come on, boy.

-Bailey!

One last thing.

From all of us.

Mike and I clubbed together.

Can't have any Americans showing you up now, eh?

No, we sure can't.

Come on, let's go. You're going to miss that plane.

# We love you, Bailey, we do

# We love you, Bailey, we do

# We love you, Bailey, we do

# Oh, Bailey, we love you! #

-Yeah, Bailey!

-Yeah, Bailey!

-Come on, Bailey!

Don't forget us, will you?

Never.

-ALL:

-Bye, Bailey!