Episode 6 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. #

Today I finally get rid of that bad Beaker stink from my bedroom.

-How are you gonna do that?

-My dad is the best dad in the world

and he's given me money to redecorate your yucky walls.

It'll be like you were never there.

-Thank you.

-Oy!

-This will cover the pocket money advances you've had.

You'll be pig-sick when you see how great MY room is next to yours.

When I paint MY room, it'll be a million times better than yours.

Everyone tries to steal my ideas. I'll have zebra-print curtains.

A film-star dressing table with special features.

And a beautiful glittering mirror ball.

Why can Justine paint her room and I can't?

Justine's dad gave her money for the materials and your room's not scheduled for a redec.

My room's scrottier than Justine's!

Tracy, there's nothing I can do.

-Why not help Justine?

-I'd rather skip naked through the town centre.

ONLOOKERS GASP

This is gonna be like one of those TV makeover programmes, only better.

Steady. ..Be careful with the paint.

Maxy! Put the hammer down.

-Can you keep it down a bit?

-Adele! We could use your artistic skills.

-It won't work.

-What?

-Flattery. I'm not helping.

-Who says I need help?

Your face and these kids.

-Please.

-Don't beg, Mike. It's tragic. Anyway, I've got this project to do.

You're on your own, pal.

No! No!

Right, I want shelves over there and a built-in unit over there.

Hang on a second. We can't do built-in units and...

-Hi, Trace! Have you come to help?

-No, I've come to see Louise.

-Fancy coming down the shops?

-I can't. I'm helping Justine.

-Louise!

-What do you think of this colour?

-Sorry, Trace.

Hey, Peter! Fancy a kickabout?

I can't. I'm on fabrics. Why don't you help?

-This is just someone's old rubbish!

-Temper!

-You'll be stuck in the naughty corner.

-Careful or I'll...I'll... I'll stick YOU!

-Justine Littlewood, you think you're so big!

-Can you get us a cup of tea?

Get your own tea! I hate you all!

Ah, it's going well.

HAMMERING AND SHOUTING

Ben, it's Beaker. Meet me by the shed.

But I want zebra-print curtains and a film-star dressing table.

Justine, the budget won't stretch that far. ..Ryan, cut that out!

-What about a mirror ball?

-That's what Tracy wanted.

-Yeah, but Tracy couldn't afford it.

-Neither can we.

-I'm gonna paint the walls, put up a few shelves.

-Is that all?

My dad would let me have what I wanted! Oh!

Ben!

-Beaker, what's up?

-I'm running away.

They've all turned against me and I never want to see them again.

-Where to?

-Anywhere. You've managed without a roof over YOUR head.

-I want to be just like you.

-So, let's go.

Will you lot keep the noise down? I'm trying to work in here!

HAMMERING

-Show me where you sleep.

-I'll show you my COUNTRY house.

-What happened to your mum and dad?

-Never mind. It's friends that count.

Yeah, friends are good, but...

-I've got a new game on my phone.

-I bet I beat your highest score.

-You're supposed to cut AROUND the petals.

-I was gonna get to that.

Stop!

-What?

-That's not pimento. That's peach.

I hate peach! Put a bit more orange in it.

What is THAT?

-A display unit. What does it look like?

-Not a display unit.

-Looks like rubbish!

-When did you get to be such a DIY expert?

What do you think?

Wow!

JUNGLE CRY

MUCH LOUDER JUNGLE CRY

I've had loads of bedrooms before,

but this is gonna be the best ever.

SQUABBLING AND HAMMERING CONTINUE

Maxy, stop it!

No, no, no.

Take him and hose him down, please.

-I think this colour looks great.

-No, it's too orangey.

What this needs is a bit of yellow.

Stop.

Now, a bit of green.

Stop.

Now...a bit of purple.

Uh-uh-uh.

Easy.

Purple? Are you sure?

Of course. I've watched it on TV hundreds of times.

Stop.

Zac!

-You've ruined it!

-I did exactly what YOU told me to do.

You didn't. You did this on purpose.

Hmm...! Steady, steady, Zac.

Let's get cleaned up and have lunch.

-Watch the paint.

-Where are you going?

-We haven't finished yet.

-I think you'll find we have.

Oh.

We could live here for ever.

Yeah, we don't need adults. They get in the way of having a good time.

Yeah, we don't need ANYBODY.

We'll hunt for food, find wood for a fire. Who needs the Dumping Ground?

Got anything to eat? I'm starving.

There's some chocolate in my bag.

Argh!

-Ben, are you all right?

-I slipped.

Ow!

Ow-w!

-Hope you haven't broken it.

-OW!

We need an ambulance.

-No, Tracy.

-But you've hurt yourself.

-Leave me alone. I'm fine.

-You don't look it. I'm going to get help.

-No!

TV: 'This red paint does actually dry...'

-Is your room finished, then?

-Yeah - as in wrecked.

Good. I can get on with my project in peace.

Argh!

That's a bad sprain, but I don't think it's broken.

Tracy, get your stuff. ..Where do you live?

67 Abercorn Road.

I know it. Can you stand up? Uh-huh.

Come on, then.

There we go.

Aren't you glad I went to get help?

Wow! Did you see that house? It's huge.

Bet it has a swimming pool. Are you staying in a squat at the moment?

Is there room for me?

-# I got an attitude... #

-I'd love it in a squat!

# ..I know my destiny That's in my fantasy

# There'll be a better place... #

Don't worry. We'll look out for each other.

Oy, Justine! Adele wants you.

-What does she want?

-Come and ask her yourself!

-What's going on?

-Open your eyes.

# Da-dah! #

Justine, our designers arranged this transformation in under two hours.

-What do you think?

-I love it.

That can't be those grey bits of wood. They're beautiful.

-That was Handy Ryan.

-Adele, tell us how much you had to spend.

I had £20, some willing helpers and my best buy were spray paints.

-You did this on 20 quid?

-Yeah, so you still owe me the pocket money advances.

-What you doing?

Taking pictures of my college design project. I should ace it.

All right? Here we go.

Why are we stopping here?

Ben?

What happened to you? I'm fine, Mum.

Mum?

- Mum, this is my friend Tracy. - He fell out of a tree.

I think it's only a sprain.

-Thank you for bringing him home.

-This is your mum?!

Tracy, would you and your dad like some tea?

I don't want your stinking tea! And HE is not my dad!

Had a good laugh in your fancy house with your fancy mum? I hate you!

I should...go.

Right. Thanks again for bringing him home. Mind your ankle.

-What was that all about?

-Nothing.

How could she think you were my dad?

You're not nearly good-looking enough.

Are you all right?

Yeah. Be better after one of Duke's double cheeseburger specials.

Take me home.

# Believe me now I will win some day

# 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. #