SorryNotSorry The Dumping Ground

This is a special instalment is of Sasha Fierce,

courtesy of the social work department.

Cheers for the good guys.

It's called Learning To Leave Care.

Cos if you're watching this, then guess what...?

I've left care.

I've gone home.

And this,

well, this is the day that I left Ashdene Ridge.

The countdown begins.

ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

This has to be recycled.

You're kidding me, right?

My best Knights basketball tee 2014.

It's a keeper.

And if anyone's seen a cartoon drawing of me,

tell me, yeah?

These are ace.

Keep them, I was chucking them anyway.

You've only just started packing?

You must be kidding.

Murph, you're here!

Brilliant.

-You can help me.

-Uh...

No, thanks.

Oh, come on.

I've lost the drawing that Josh gave me.

You know, the cartoon one he did.

-Help me find it.

-No can do.

I'm going to be hanging with my homies till Mum comes back for us.

Hanging with your what?

It's how my new mates talk... in 'da hood.

-Sweet, isn't it?

-Stupid's more like.

Come on, help me.

I got to get that vlog done before I go.

Sorry. Things to do, people to see.

It's my last day here, you know.

HE CLICKS TONGUE

Nice and easy.

There you go.

Hey. Floss has chipped a bone in her foot,

she's going to have to take it easy for a bit.

Yeah, the nurse said, if I don't, it could fall off.

I think you're exaggerating slightly.

How would you know? I'm in agony.

I suffer in silence.

Right, she is going to need some help.

So, I was wondering if one of you two wanted to volunteer.

I'd love to, but I, uh...can't.

I've got to...

Sorry!

I've got homework.

Urgent homework.

-Oh, it won't take that long.

-It will.

It's a mountain.

A maths Everest.

It will need to be conquered.

Brain food.

Looks like it's you, then, Tess.

No worries,

it was my runner blades you fell off anyway.

Yeah, it was all your fault, roomie.

I've always wanted a PA.

What's uppp?!

Dex! How long are you staying?

Flying visit. So you might want to, you know,

make the most of me while you can.

Where are all my things?

Huh?

You've shifted my stuff.

It was a fire and vermin hazard.

We've sorted it, shampooed your side of the carpet.

What was wrong with the carpet?

Melted pack of jelly babies.

My emergency supply!

I was going to eat those.

Trust me, those babies were never getting eaten.

I'm talking jelly carnage.

Also, gelatine's bad for you.

Want a fish finger sandwich?

You hate fish finger sandwiches.

No, not the way Joseph makes them.

Crispy, yet moist.

Mmm.

The mayo - it really enhances the taste.

Where are my flying saucers?

My bow and arrow? My catapult?

At least I know my comics are safe.

You can't get rid of them.

Archie, where's my stuff?

ECHOING: Archie!

Only a few more interviews to go.

Next up is Finn, Joseph, and Archie.

THEY STRUGGLE

Stop messing! I've got to get this done.

Who moved my things from the garage?

Beat it. We're doing my learning to leave care vlog.

Ace. I can help.

And roll camera.

You can't be in it.

But I've left care.

Exactly, past tense.

You don't count.

How do you feel about me and Dex leaving?

Happy. Cos you're going to live with your mum.

We're happy for you, but...

We're sad.

You'll get your family, but we're losing one of ours.

The fearless Goddess of...

-HISSING:

-..Ashdene Ridge.

Get a grip.

There's no-one else like you, Sash.

You're our hero.

When we grow up, we want to be exactly like you.

But not girls,

obviously.

Oh! Look, look, look, look.

I've got all your favourites -

sausage rolls, quiche, cocktail sausages.

I don't like sausage rolls.

Or cocktail sausages.

Oh...

Oh, it must be one of the others.

-Oh, I'm sorry.

-It's OK.

-Do you want a hand?

-Oh, no, no. It's OK.

Chloe, Candi-Rose, can you put the plates up, please?

Go and have fun, go on.

Hey, Jody, I need to get you on cam for my vlog before I go.

Yeah, sure.

No problem.

I've just got to put away this washing first.

What, you mean like in actual drawers?

Hanging stuff up?

First time for everything, eh?

She might be camera shy.

But I'm not.

Left a bit.

No, no, right a bit.

-How's that?

-Perfect.

If you play your cards right,

we could make this a permanent arrangement.

If you'd just move the table here.

SHE GRUNTS

And put the remote here.

A drink would be nice.

I'm gasping.

I must be properly dehydrated.

You know, from the rollerblade injury.

A Krispy Kreme would go down nicely as well.

SHE SIGHS

-Can I play?

-Sure.

Yours will be the hat.

But I'm always the car.

I'm the car now.

But you're always the dog.

Only cos you bagsie the car.

OK.

I'll be the hat, and I'll do the bank.

I'm the money man.

-WHISPERING:

-Ka-ching.

But, everyone knows the hat looks after the Dosh.

Not any more.

Rule change.

Like it or lump it.

Vlog time! I've got my camera.

SHE SIGHS

In a bit, yeah?

What's up?

Jody. She's...

..I don't know, avoiding me.

You could just ask her what's up.

Why would I do that?

Because you're mates, and mates talk to each other.

Hm.

I'm ready for my close-up.

Took you long enough.

You can never underestimate the importance of accessories.

And this one's special.

I got it at that time at the beach, remember?

It reminds me of you, Sash.

The dreads, maybe a bit tentacley.

Rude!

They're cute octopuses.

But they have sting-y suckers.

But they only sting people when someone's hurting them.

And that's me.

I'm going to miss you, Sash.

-TELEVISION:

-Let's get on with the showww!

CHEERING

What now?

-TELEVISION:

-It's time now for Stick To The Point stew...

Time for a quick brush-up on my toenails and...

..time to have a quick pedicure whilst you're there.

SHE SIGHS

So, less than...

..two hours to go until I leave.

And what have I found out?

Sometimes, it's the biggest pains

that you end up feeling the most for.

That and my dreads,

look like tentacles.

This is Sasha the squid, over and out.

Don't stop.

Ahhh.

How much longer? My arm's getting tired.

Just till my headache goes.

That's a lot.

What?

My head's bursting.

It's probably post-traumatic stress from the accident

that you caused.

Sasha's looking for you.

-Is she?

-Yeah, I told her you were in here.

She's just coming.

SHE SIGHS

Sasha? Jody's looking for you.

She's in her room.

Oh, she must be ready to do the vlog.

Please?

Oh, go on. I can manage.

-Here I am.

-Sorry?

You were looking for me?

I thought you were looking for me.

Candi-Rose.

I'll not let you out till you've got it sorted.

So, if you thought I was looking for you,

then what are you doing hiding away up here?

-I'm not hiding.

-No?

You've been avoiding me all day.

Let me out!

It's not going to budge, so you might as well tell me what's up.

-Nothing's up.

-Liar.

Candi, I need the loo, let me out.

I've been trying to get you to do my vlog all day

and you keep dodging me.

-Why?

-Look, I'm not dodging you.

Fine.

I'll do your stupid vlog.

Happy now?

Candi-Rose, you win.

Just say what you're feeling.

So...

..you're off-ski.

Doesn't seem like that long since you got here.

A right pain in the backside you were and all.

Always bolshie, always right.

Even when you were so wrong.

But you're not like that any more.

Maybe if you were, it would make it easier to...

What?

Turn it off!

All you've ever wanted,

all the time that I've known you, is to be with your family.

I can't say that I don't want you to go.

How selfish would that be?

That's why I'd rather just say nothing.

So, one hour to go until I leave care.

What have I learned?

That this part of my life is over.

And I can't wait to move on.

Tee gave it to me when she left.

So, I guess it's my turn to pass it on.

"We are all lost boys when we arrive at the dumping ground.

"Then, when we leave, we're found again.

"Love, Tracy Beaker."

Sash...

..are you really found?

It's a rubbish book anyway.

You took it?

I'm sorry, I just wanted something to remember you by and...

Wicked hoax.

SHRILLING ALONG TO MUSIC

Ow.

What happened?

I tried to go out to the loo, and my crutch got tangled in the duvet.

Why didn't you call me?

You've already done so much, I don't want to be a burden.

-You do believe me?

-Yeah, sure.

This is a special instalment of Sasha Fierce,

courtesy of the social work department.

Cheers to the good guys - it's called Learning To Leave Care.

Cos if you're watching this, then guess what...?

I've left care. I've gone home.

And this,

well, this is the day that I left Ashdene Ridge.

The countdown begins.

Grub looks great. It's a shame you can't leave every day.

Oh, Ryan, just for once, can it, will you?

Jody,

thought you'd might like to say a few words to Sasha and Dexter.

-Me?

-Yeah, go on.

Sash and Dex,

you're going back to live with your mum and...

..that's great.

We're all going to miss you both loads.

-Speak for yourself.

-Hey...

I could say that we're going to keep in touch and all that,

maybe we will.

For a bit anyway.

Like Frank and Electra and Carmen, but...

..the truth is that you're going to the other side and...

..nothing's ever going to be the same.

Not for you and, well, not for us.

Cos you're leaving for...

Leaving for a fresh start with your mum.

All the best to Sasha and Dexter.

Sasha and Dexter. Cheers.

Sasha?

Do want to say a few words?

SHOUTING

I know I should say that I'm sorry to be going,

but I'm not.

CHUCKLING

And I'm not sorry that I won't have to queue for the bog any more.

Or fight for the last of the cereal.

And I won't have to listen to Candi-Rose wittering, all in pink

where her brain should be.

I'm not sorry that I won't have to pretend Tyler's funny.

Or that Mike and May-Li are Mummy and Daddy

when they're only doing it for the pay cheque.

Or that Ryan isn't seriously disturbed.

I'm not sorry to get shot of Jody either.

We never had anything in common anyway.

And that picture thing - stalker or what?

Who are you to judge us, Sash?

Who's disturbed, pot, kettle?

Whose you to call me not funny?

You're not funny, you're a joke.

I mean you may have been here one of the longest,

-but you can't treat people like this.

-It's just not fair.

All these people around the table, they're here for you. And you just

-treat them like rubbish.

-CLAMOURING

How dare you do this? Criticise us!

You're not bigger than any of us.

Taz.

Taz!

Taz!

CLAMOURING CONTINUES

Guys!

Right, that's enough!

Calm down, everyone!

Well, say what you like about me,

you're not telling me anything I don't already know.

I'm so not panicked.

I see good things and I smash them to bits.

So,

sorry, not sorry.

It's time to go.

You are so busted.

SHE GRUNTS

-Your mum will be waiting for you at the station, OK?

-OK.

I kept your comics for you.

Sweet, I mean, thank you.

You will come back and visit, right?

Of course, sometime.

I know you didn't mean it.

Bye, then.

-You're so full of it.

-Oh, Jody...

You're off to start your nice new life,

and you're more scared than you've ever been, aren't you?

-Shut up.

-And you know why.

Because you care more about us,

more about this place then you could admit.

Even to yourself.

Hey, that's enough, thank you.

Car, now.

Please.

-DISTANT SHOUTING:

-Come on. Get up, you faker!

You're supposed to be helping me, remember?

You used me, you sneak!

-What on earth...?

-How could you say that to somebody who's injured?

She's been hamming it up all along.

There's nothing wrong with her foot.

Is this true, Floss? And what are you doing down there anyway?

She attacked me. It's a set up.

Snitched me on.

Right, that is enough. You, grounded.

But what about going out for burgers on Friday?

Oh, well, I think you need to stay at home and work on your physio.

Don't worry,

I'll send you a picture of my double cheese and bacon

relish, fries.

Ooh!

I can almost smell those onion rings.

I think I might go large.

SCREAMING ECHOES

HE CLEARS THROAT

Seat belts on, please.

That place -

it just makes me so mad!

I am so glad to be out of there.

Why are you so angry?

Sasha?

What's wrong?

I thought I'd miss it.

But, being there again made me realise I never really fitted in.

Of course you didn't.

It's OK,

I've got new friends now.

New school, and Mum.

She's really changed.

She won't let us down again.

Yeah,

you're not like those losers.

I hate it...

..and everyone in it!

I do get it, Sash.

I was only ever passing through.

It was never really home for me.

Not like it was for you.

Now, you can finish off the leftovers if you like.

Not hungry.

I can't believe she's actually gone.

What was wrong with her? She was horrible.

So? What's new?

She's just got her suckers out.

-What?

-Like an octopus.

It's self-defence.

It's going to be a lot quieter without her here.

Noisy, bolshie, telling everyone what to do.

I'm going to miss her so much.

She really gone?

Are you sure that this is what you want?

If it's not too late.

No-one's going to force you to do anything.

This is entirely your call.

-Really?

-Really.

What I want is to do the street art module at college here.

It suits me better.

It makes sense for me to stay at school here,

and do my exams here.

That's very mature of you, Sasha.

To be with my mum, is...

..it's all I've ever wanted.

For as long as I can remember.

And maybe if this had been a couple of years ago,

then things might have been different.

But this is where I need to be right now.

Then this is where you should be right now.

They're never going to forgive me.

Not after everything I said to them.

Well,

let's ask them.

Shall we?

INDISTINCT CHATTERING

-SHE CLEARS THROAT

-Guys, shh-shh-shh.

Do you guys mind if I...

..hang around for a bit?

CHEERING

I reckon you'll be wanting this back.

I did it for you this morning.

No, you hang onto it.

But it's not your time to be found yet.

I was found.

The first time I walked in here.

I didn't know it until today.

Welcome back, Sasha.

You've been gone for so long!

We missed you.

We missed you, Sasha!

Sasha.