Episode 5 The Story of Tracy Beaker

# I can make my world come true All my dreams will see me through

-# It doesn't matter What may come my way...

-No! No!

# Believe it now I will win some day. #

-What are you up to?

-Getting ready for Cam.

-Who's Cam?

You've never heard of Cam Lawson the writer,

-who came here?!

-Oh, her.

She's coming today to interview me about my tragic life.

-And you're going to let her see this room?

-Is it really that bad?

Stomach-turning.

Boys, out the way. Come on - move your heads. Out of the way.

Everybody, Cam's here.

Do you need a hand?

Oh...

Say cheese!

-Now, Justine, right? And...

-Louise.

It's for the best. He'll break it. He breaks everything - famous for it.

How does it work? Show me.

Tracy, Cam's here!

No!

No way! You're not supposed to be here. It's ME you came to see!

Tracy! ..Tell her.

-We've got an interview.

-Smile!

-Tell them to go away.

-Tell HER you don't want us to.

-Tracy, please. Now, both of you.

-I'm writing an article about life in this place.

-An article about me!

I need to know about everything that goes on in the home...your home,

-so help me by making a film about life here.

-A docusoap?

-But...

- She's sure to spoil it. She spoils everything. - Famous for it.

-Perhaps it should be Louise and Justine who make the film.

-Cam!

I'm afraid, Tracy,

you'll have to stay with me for a one-to-one interview. BORING.

Jenny won't mind us using her office.

-It's the best place for a major interview.

-I hate offices.

-I prefer your natural habitat.

-My room? No, Cam, wait!

This is a film about where kids have to live until someone fosters them.

- We call this the Dumping Ground. - Because it's a dump.

-Nice room. I wish I could keep mine as tidy as yours.

-It's not my room.

It's a room where I've been dumped. If I was fostered, I'd HAVE a room.

-Is that what you want most?

-No, what I want most is my mum to fetch me.

-Until then, you've got to make someone foster me.

-How do I do that?

By writing an article saying how brilliant I am to have around.

Come on - we haven't got all day.

Yoo-hoo! You're in the movies.

Go on.

This is Peter. ..Peter, what do you like most about the Dumping Ground?

The garden.

He likes the garden because he's a weed.

-Please be in our movie. You must be!

-I've got things to do.

What we need is someone handsome and hunky, just like you. ..Aghhhh!

LAUGHTER CONTINUES

I've got to write 1,000 words.

-I need a few good ones to describe you.

-I'm sweet...

-The REAL you.

The real me. How about...nice?

Intelligent.

Kind.

Lively?

Obedient?

Strong-willed.

-Mischievous.

-Gentle, cuddly, cute.

-Loud, gutsy, stroppy.

-No, those are all the wrong words!

No-one will want to foster me!

I'll be stuck in the Dumping Ground for ever.

I'm sure that won't happen.

As long as you write down everything that I tell you to write.

Ready?

Tracy is good and kind and gentle, and the most popular girl

at every school she's been to.

Wherever she goes, she's loved and cherished by everyone.

This is Tracy, who's new today.

Any volunteers to look after Tracy?

This is Mike, who never gets embarrassed.

Louise!

This is Adele and her boyfriend, who are in LO-OVE.

Is this your mum?

Shall I mention her in the article?

Yeah.

But don't say she's coming to fetch me or no-one will foster me.

-Just say her career keeps her busy.

-What does she do?

She's a journalist.

Everyone famous is dying to be interviewed by her.

But really I'm the only person she wants to talk to and write about.

This is Tracy, showing off.

-Go away! This is private!

-GIGGLING

SO immature!

-Cam...

-Mmm?

-Can journalists find out anything?

-Good journalists can.

-Are YOU good?

-Trying to be.

-You can find out where my mum is.

-I don't know about that.

LOUISE: This is Maxy, bullying Ryan,

who couldn't be in our docusoap... even if he begged to be!

If I had that camera I would be making money.

Well, you haven't got it. ..I have.

So how do we make money, then?

- First, be nice to Maxy. - What good's he going to be?

Ladies, trust me on this.

Jenny, guess what Cam's going to do! Guess!

-I give up.

-Go and find my mum.

-I see.

-Isn't that great?

-The rest are in the attic. Go and find them.

So you can "talk".

-Tell me as soon as you know she's coming. I need time to pack.

-Tracy!

I'm going.

-This was Tracy's idea, right?

-Right.

-But you haven't agreed to do it.

I thought if I found her, I could tell her Tracy's here, doing fine.

Tracy's mum knows she's here. If she wants to get in touch with her,

-all she has to do is pick up the phone.

-Oh, I see.

Oh...

Maxy, would you be so kind as to carry this for me?

What on earth was that?!

-Major disaster! I've got to cover it.

-Tracy, wait!

-I'm interviewing the eye-witness.

-Cam's got something to say to you.

UPROAR

What is going on here?

ALL SHOUT AT ONCE

Enough!

Get this place cleaned up and sort out your story.

It better be good.

You're not going to look for her, are you?

-It is too difficult.

-But you said journalists can find out anything.

-GOOD journalists.

-You said that you were.

Don't you exaggerate sometimes, say things that aren't exactly true?

You lied to me!

Tracy!

You don't care about me, just your stupid 1,000 words!

-That's not fair.

-I'm not fair, remember? I'm gutsy, stroppy, loud!

That's what you wanted me to be, so stick that in your stupid article!

And I never want to see you again!

SHE SOBS

Ryan, we made a mess. How is it going to make us money?

We sell the tape to a telly programme that pays for films of accidents.

Brilliant! It can't fail.

As long as Justine remembered to switch the camera on.

Just because you'd be so stupid doesn't mean anybody else would.

You did press the red button? What red button?

No-one told me about a red button!

Don't waste your time, Zac. We've no accident to send, thanks to Justine.

But we have! And it is thanks to Justine. Look.

'..Someone handsome and hunky, just like you. Aghhh!'

THEY CONTINUE LAUGHING

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Tracy?

I'm not crying. This is my hayfever.

Yeah, I think I'm getting a touch of it.

Perhaps we're both allergic to something...for hours, maybe.

I'm sorry.

-Sorry?!

-Yeah, well, me and my big mouth -

making out I can do stuff when really I can't.

If you don't want me to write the article, I'd understand. ..Tracy?

-KNOCK AT THE DOOR

-We're trying to do some journalism!

Well, come on, then.

Yeah, we have stacks to get through.

We'll be lucky if we finish tonight. Maybe we should do lunch.

Is next Saturday OK for you?

But that's not the end of my heart-rending story.

-There goes Lou for a day out with her aunt. ..Bye!

-Bye.

-See you later.

My dad's coming in a minute.

-Oh, sorry. I forgot. You don't belong to a family, do you?

-So?

You don't belong to a species. Meet the Littlewoods(!)

-You're jealous. A stranger has to take YOU out.

-Jealous of your dad...

and his personality bypass?! I'm going out with a writer.

You should see how they live.

With a writer, life's exciting and glamourous. Cup finals, parties...

..and rock concerts and I'LL be there at the centre of it all!

At least MY dad comes to see me,

-unlike some people's INVISIBLE MUM!

-Tracy's mum may come any day.

And that would be hilarious today!

Tracy's out with a writer and her mum turns up.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Mum!

-Hi, Tracy. Ready to go?

-..Oh! Hi, Cam.

-This'll be the best match ever.

-Six hours till kick-off.

-Do we have everything? ..Crisps?

-Check.

-More crisps?

-Check.

-And more crisps in case we get peckish in between snacks.

-Check.

-What else can we possibly need?

-How about a television that works?

Wasn't someone getting it fixed? ALL: MIKE!

Tracy?

-Are you OK?

-I'm fine. I'm staying in

-cos my Mum's coming today.

-Great! HE MOUTHS

She'll be here any minute with presents from America.

That'll be fantastic!

Mind you, if we popped out, we could phone in to check if she's arrived.

OK. Well, another time, perhaps.

Hey! Not so fast!

-Na-na-nana-na!

-Look at her. She's so immature!

-Here we are.

-Is your proper car in for service?

-This IS my proper car.

-It's a hairdryer(!)

-It's not the car that's important.

It's the driver.

Absolutely.

My mum...

is a brilliant driver. She's fearless and fabulous!

And we're completely unbeatable on any racetrack in the world.

VAA-ROOM!

CHEERS

-When she's back, we'll soon be racing again.

-Course you will.

-Where are we going?

-How about a picnic in the park?

Call the news crews and paparazzi(!) Tracy Beaker is going...to the park.

-Well, I like the park.

-You're old. I bet you enjoy the cemetery, too.

-Are you this cheeky to everyone?

-Yeah. Don't think you're special.

-You are a one-off.

-That's me. That must be why no-one will foster me.

I think a cheeky girl would be fun.

-Cam?

-Mm-hm?

How much, exactly, do writers earn?

-Pardon?

-How about lunch at yours?

-Oh, no. I don't think so.

OK, then.

-Do you think he'd like this one better?

-Yes.

-What about this one?

-He wants to see you. It doesn't matter what you wear.

-Why is it my fault?

-Who bought a microwave instead of a telly?

-Me.

-And who promised they'd get THIS repaired?

-Me...and your point is?

-Where's the rest of it?

-There's a bedroom upstairs.

-There's no PC!

A home without a computer! It's unnatural!

-There. Happy now?

-Oh. What games do you have?

-Games?

-What do you think they're for?

-Let's write a story?

-I'm between ideas.

Oh, writer's block. You're a real writer. I have a cure.

Fortunately, unfortunately. It's a game. Unfortunately...

Tracy had no ideas. Fortunately, this game could give her some.

-Unfortunately...

-Cam had gone completely barking mad.

-Fortunately, Tracy could give the sanity drug, but...

-Unfortunately...

they left the medical kit on the helicopter

and the hospital was miles away through the jungle,

which was inhabited by a tribe of two-headed girls, the Justineans,

who worshipped this little, dull, BORING God called Dad.

Unfortunately, the Justineans liked to make everybody's life a misery.

But, fortunately, they were never going to beat us.

ROAR!

-What's this?

-Lunch.

-I'm having lunch with my dad, remember?

Sure, but I thought you'd be hungry.

He's probably stuck in traffic or something. He'll be here any minute!

Listen, guys. How about we listen to the game on the radio?

-It's just as good...

-No way!

-It's life and death.

-It's only a game.

-Only a game?!

-He's right.

-It's only a game.

-Hmm?!

(Ah.) Oh, right. Fine.

Operation Magnetic Storm - action, guys.

Fortunately, the talented, beautiful Tracy Beaker saved the world, but...

-Unfortunately...

-Although beautiful, she didn't see how big her gob was(!)

Fortunately, Dr Cam saved her, let her stay in hospital then move in,

eventually fostered her and they lived happily ever after.

Hang on, Tracy. Slow down. I'm in no position to foster anybody.

PHONE RINGS Hello? Oh, hi.

Unfortunately, the world decided

that Tracy Beaker wasn't allowed a nice, loving home...again.

-Why hasn't he rung me?

-There'll be a good reason. You'll see.

-Do you wanna give him a call?

-..I'll give him a while longer.

..Unfortunately, some people are so RUDE

-they don't look after their guests.

-ON PHONE: Yeah, OK.

Mm-hm.

Yeah, in the next couple of weeks. That'd be great.

Fortunately, some guests can look after themselves.

Cheers, then. Bye. ..Tracy, did you want to phone in?

Unfortunately, my mum's probably been and gone by now.

Why is it that everyone has a better time than me?

Engaged!

SHE SNIFFS

He's coming!

Come on, guys. What are you doing up here? It's pointless. How did...?

I tried to fix the TV, but...we hit a snag.

-Like what?

-It was an aerial thing.

If one of us could put that out the window, we could get a signal.

You mean...

..like that? CHEERS

Yep.

..How did you do that?! ALL: Shh!

-Hi, Tracy.

-Duke? Um, has my mum been?

-No, er...I'm sorry. There's no sign of her.

-OK.

I wanna go...

-Now!

-Tracy, this is great!

SHE CONTINUES TO LAUGH

Super Tracy saves the world from the evil social workers from Planet X!

-How, exactly?

-..Easy!

'I realise the Dumping Ground is the centre of all evil.

-'So I do the only thing possible.'

-Which is?

'It's obvious! Make an army of Tracy Beaker clones and storm the place.

'Bye-bye, Dumping Ground!'

-ALL: Yes!

-Stay still!

-Hey, we have to get going in five minutes.

-Ten.

-Is that a deal?

Definitely. Ten minutes.

I'll come quietly.

NO-O-O!

-NO-O-O!

-Hey! How about writing some unfortunately adventures?

With this?

-This hasn't been plugged into the telly!

-No(!)

-Really(!)

That's what Operation Magnetic Storm was all about. A simple, dodgy fuse.

So Max stood there, all afternoon, for no reason?

Yep. I don't think he'll be putting off repairs in future, do you?

I've got something for you.

Families, huh? ..Who needs 'em?

# I can make my world come true All my dreams will see me through

-# And the fight won't get me down

-No! No!

# My dreams will turn things All around

# With a smile upon my face I can see a better place

-# It doesn't matter What may come my way...

-No! No!

# Believe it now I will win some day. #