Episode 16 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. #

-Tracy, a word, please.

-As long as it's not "sorry".

-I know I'm back late. Chew?

-Tracy, it's not about being late.

Justine waited ages for her dad.

So I rang him and he said he left a message to cancel with a young girl.

-Sorry. I forgot. I'm really sorry, Jenny.

-Tell Justine. She's in there giving her dad a hard time.

You DIDN'T leave a message! I would have got it otherwise!

Who did you leave it with? AHEM!

Dad, I'll call you back.

-You took the message, didn't you?

-I really, really, totally forgot.

Aaaahhhh!

I'm sorry!

-It's OK. Forget it.

-So...we're OK?

-No, Tracy. We were never OK.

-I know. But this message thing is finished?

PHONE RINGS Hello? ..Dad! Sorry about that.

Yeah, it was just a mistake.

-Ee-ya! Who's the man?

-Exhibition tickets!

-They're sold out!

-I swopped them with a friend for my rollerblades.

-They were MY rollerblades!

-Don't worry.

They're for tomorrow. Starts at 4.30.

I gave up on the idea when I thought they'd sold out.

-I'm doing a karate skills course instead.

-When?

-Tomorrow. All day.

-Cancel it.

-What - after nagging Jenny for two weeks to let me go?

But where there's a Zac, there's always a way.

Shh!

Quiet!

What is there? Carrots and mixed veg.

Yeah, they're good. Brilliant.

Can opener!

Let's go!

-Where's Zac?

-He felt a bit dodgy but he said he'd be down in a minute.

I don't believe it! Tracy! Look!

What's the matter with you? Seen a ghost?

My mum's coming to visit me! She's coming today at three o'clock!

Jenny! Mike! Guess what?

My mum's coming! She's coming today!

Gangway! Zac's just been sick.

Let's have a chat in my office.

OK, Zac. Relax. Calm down.

-What is it with the diced carrots?

-Must have been something he ate.

Thanks(!)

I just want to see the postcard.

You'd better do a good tea. She'll be used to something really fancy.

Tracy, are you SURE it's from your mum?

I'm sure. You're only being mean because she'll take me away,

and you couldn't bear to see me leave.

But you can cry all you like. She'll take me away.

And she'll look after me.

Sorry, Zac, but it looks as if we'll have to cancel your karate.

Karate! I must go! Jenny'll be angry!

Let me worry about Jenny. Get some rest. OK?

Suckers! Yes!

The exhibition starts at 4.30.

-Just stage a miraculous recovery by three.

-It's in the bag!

What's with you, Beaker?

These are classy chocolates!

My mum brought me crateloads to make up for missing sports day AGAIN.

When MY mum arrives, she'll bring enough chocolate to fill my room.

Your mum's coming? Today?

Um...Tracy...

This card is 100% hocus-bogus.

-The writing's good but the postmark's been drawn in in pencil.

-It's OK.

I know. I just wanted it to be true for a little bit longer.

Someone's set me up!

No-one messes with my mate Beaker! Come on!

Either we're getting slower or they're getting quicker.

We should have sussed this out! Action stations.

Sit down, Justine! You're making me jumpy!

She's excited about Tracy's mum. She's a movie star.

Wonder if she's been to the Oscars?

Course not! She's not a movie star! It's all a lie, like this visit!

I bet my necklace against anything you've got that she's not coming.

Where's Tracy? Who cares?

Justine, close the door, please.

I need to speak to all of you.

I want to check that this postcard isn't one of you playing a cruel joke.

- That's sick! Who would do that? - I don't know.

If anybody knows anything, my door's always open for a private chat.

Where are they? It's one o'clock! We've got to go by three!

I'm starving!

KNOCK ON DOOR

Hi, guys.

Oh, Zac! You look dreadful!

-Do I?

-I'm going now!

You'd better stay here. You might have caught the bug.

- We thought you might be hungry. - What's for lunch?

Roast beef, Yorkshire puddings, carrots, peas, gravy, and potatoes.

- Creamed, of course. - Mm! Of course!

But we thought YOU could have some fresh water and some crackers.

Creamed, of course!

KNOCK ON DOOR Come in if you're ugly!

What's going on, Justine?

You love that necklace. You'd only put it on the line if you were sure.

-Meaning?

-I think you put that card for Tracy in the post.

-I've had enough of this.

-Going to call Jenny? Go on, then!

Or I'll go. Her door is always open, remember?

OK. Don't tell Jenny. You don't want everyone to call you a snitch-witch!

No. But you got me into something worse. Sort this out, or I will!

Er, Tracy...we all believe your mum's coming but if she doesn't...

She'll be here. She'll probably bring treats for everyone.

She IS coming. And she's fantastically generous.

-It's three o'clock! Where did you put those tickets?

-I don't know!

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Who is it?

Tracy, it's your mum!

I'm Tracy's friend, Peter. ..Really?

Hello? ..Hello, MUM.

Hello, darling! All your little friends behaving themselves?

They're excited about meeting you.

Oh, but how disappointing! I'm stuck in Paris!

Stuck in Paris? Oh, no!

Then I'm afraid I have to fly to Hollywood immediately!

-Are you making a new film?

-It's called Beaker Gets Her Own Back,

with Justine Littlewood as the villain.

Must dash. The surprise is on the way. See you soon!

Bye, Mum. Love you!

- You feeling better, Zac? - No. Terrible!

- Perhaps you could face this. - Definitely.

Gentlemen.

Let's talk vomit!

"To Tracy. A little something for you and your friends. Love, Mum."

What are you waiting for? The French chocolates are on me.

Oh, hi. How are you feeling, Zac?

Much, much better, thanks. Sorry about the karate.

That's OK. I'm sorry you couldn't go.

Seeing as you recovered so well, perhaps you can find a use for these.

I'll give you a lift in the minibus. We might have time for a burger.

JENNY: What's going on? MIKE: Tell you later.

- You won't believe it. - You will not believe it.

-These are for you.

-What did you do - poison 'em?

-Why give them to me?

-Cos I forgot to tell you about your dad.

Anyway, they're not from me. They're from my mum.

We're quits.

Mm!

Subtitles by Veronica Wells BBC Scotland - 2002

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