Be Quiet/Dad Trouble 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 me now I will win some day. #

No! It's not a good idea. It's pathetic, like you.

Three foster parents in one day?!

Normally, you can't find one!

It is an unusual idea.

We have discussed this. We need to make one big push for Tracy.

Tracy, PLEASE try and make a good impression.

Sometimes, I think you can come over as a bit...loud.

-I know that underneath you're actually...

-Louder!

Stop trying to be loud.

-I wasn't.

-You were.

-I wasn't.

-You WERE!

-I WASN'T!

Tracy...it's worth a try.

We'll meet ALL the foster parents at the science museum.

I can't wait.

-What d'you know about nuclear physics, Trace?

-I'm not Trace.

Sorry...Tracy. They're doing a talk about the atom.

It'll blow your mind, won't it, Jemima?

-Dave's a physicist, Trace.

-Tracy!

My name is Tracy Beaker!

-Watch out, dur brain!

-Watch out, toilet brush!

"Dur brain!" Jake, I think she likes you.

I apologise for my son's behaviour.

I'm here to pay for any damage and clean up the mess.

Hey, nice clogs!

GIGGLING

Has anyone seen my hair bobble?

-Hayley! Where did you come from?

-Nowhere.

You're so quiet...it's spooky.

-Thanks.

-Come on, Layla. Your lift's here.

-Bye.

Tracy, it's not your fault you dropped the nucleus.

She didn't have to throw the protons at the facilitator.

-Stick your protons up your nose!

-Hi, everyone. Having fun?

I've had more fun at the dentist.

OK, you two, time's up. I'm ready for the next lot.

I'm going back to the lecture.

He's very highly strung.

Tracy, what have you done?

MUSIC BLARES FROM THE TV

What?

They're called Ron and Gwen. They're very nice.

They've got a caravan in Wales.

Tracy? Did you hear me? They have a caravan in Wales.

-I'm gonna go for a little wander.

-Hello, Elaine!

-Hello.

-Ron. Gwen. Hi.

You know, parking, Elaine... Parking is a science...

-You need to study it.

-Tracy!

Tracy...how are you, my love?

Let's take a look at you.

Get off me!

It took Gwen 13 times, before she squeezed the car into the space.

-Ron, Tracy doesn't want to talk about parking.

-No, I suppose not.

What about a spot of nosh, before we overexert ourselves, eh?

Come on!

Come on, Tracy.

Tracy!

-Tracy!

-WHAT?!

Can't beat brown sauce.

Elaine loves brown sauce. She's always having seconds.

Eat up, Elaine. We want to make a good impression.

You see, Tracy, I like the open-air life, myself.

We've got a caravan.

Really?! Would that caravan be in Wales, Ron?

As a matter of fact, it is. We keep it in a field near Ysbyty Ystwyth.

-Do you know Ysbyty Ystwyth?

-I'm not sure I do, Ron. It sounds fantastic.

She's lovely, isn't she? You'll be sorry to see her go.

She can't wait to get rid of me.

Come on, Elaine, eat up.

I think I need to go to the bathroom.

-I do hope you'll excuse me.

-Not on your own, you don't...

So do I.

She's great, isn't she?

Dreadful.

Pixie Boy to the rescue!

-Hey! You're a danger to traffic.

-She needs a bell or a bleeper.

All aboard to Quiet Town.

Ssh!

BANGING

What's that?

Whoa! Hey!

Hayley!

What's all the noise?

I'm not quiet!

Ssh!

I CAN BE AS LOUD AS THE REST!

I CAN BE NOISY. I CAN SCREAM AND SHOUT! I CAN BE...

VOLCANO GI-I-I-I-I-R-L!

TV BLARES

LOUD DANCE MUSIC

-Bye. Missing you already.

-Tracy!

-What?

-You were obnoxious.

I promise I'll be good with the next lot.

Can I trust you, Tracy?

Of course you can.

We need to give each other a bit of space.

'The universe,

'the cosmos, the night sky...

'the stars in all their glory,

'as you've never seen them before.

'Here we bring you a perfect view of the constellations of our galaxy.

'And brightest of all, the star system Beakerus,

'named after the great astronomer Tracy Beaker.

'Pale in comparison is Ursa Major, also known as the Great Bear.

'And there's Orion - the hunter.'

LOUD PIANO SCALES

JUMBLED PIANO SCALES

Hi, dur brain.

-What's your name?

-Tracy.

'Could Tracy Beaker report to reception

-'where your guardian is waiting for you?'

-Tracy who?

Tracy...Snodgrass.

Oh! Are you sure?

All right. I am Tracy Beaker. THE Tracy Beaker.

I ran off. They were snogging in the planetarium. It was disgusting.

Eurgh! Come on.

'The continuing adventures of...Volcano GIRL!'

LOUD MUSIC BLARES

We were worried sick.

WHAT were you thinking of?

-It was your stupid idea.

-Tracy, what are we going to do with you?

Kids, eh?

Let's grab a coffee. You look like you need one.

-I don't...

-Don't worry about them.

They'll be all right on their own. Come on.

-Hi, Layla. Good swim?

-Yeah. Great.

Thank you for the lift.

-We appreciate it, don't we, Tracy?

-Thanks. ..Come on, Jake. Come in.

-We'd better go.

-You've got to meet Jackie and Crash.

There's Justine - you'll hate her. Bouncer's OK.

Hayley is quiet.

Shelley's in charge. She doesn't know everything. Hi!

-Who's this?

-This is Jake and Tom. We met them at the museum.

-Elaine, you didn't take Tracy in a car with strangers?!

-Well, it...

-Tom very kindly...

-I offered to give them a lift, after a coffee.

-Coffee? My, you have been busy(!)

-Well, quite frankly, Tracy...

< Volcano Girl!

I can be as loud as the rest. I can be noticed.

< I can be noisy.

-I can scream and shout! Volcano Girl!

-Excuse me.

< I can be as loud as the rest. I can be noticed.

-Hayley! What's the matter?

-I can be noisy. I can scream and shout!

I'm not quiet. I'm Volcano Girl!

You stole my bobble and said I was spooky.

You said I needed a bleeper or a bell. ..And you took my drink.

-Hayley, have we been ignoring you?

-I want my bobble back.

Can Volcano Girl chill out for five and take a vacation from eruption?

-R-R-RAA!

-A-A-AAH!

Marco!

Welcome to the wonderful world of Tracy Beaker!

You do know that every Tracy Beaker episode starts with a BANG!

Just bog off!

BUZZ!

I won't do it! She can't make me.

What are you talking about?

-I'm to meet new foster parents.

-That's the usual way out of here.

-What'll Grandpa think?

-Don't worry.

It's like raffle tickets. You never win.

I met three lots last week at the Science Museum.

-What were they like? Horrible?

-Scary.

These people I just bumped into

were a zillion times better than anything Elaine came up with.

They were a laugh.

Hi, dur brain!

Yeah, you'll never see them again, will you?

Actually, I have a hunch I might. BUZZ!

Sorry.

Hi.

-Hi.

-Is, um, Tracy Beaker in?

Uh, yeah. Look, whatever she's done, I'm sure she didn't mean it.

-We'll pay for the damage. Unless it's thousands...

-Nathan!

Thank you! I'll take it from here. Thank you.

-Didn't think I'd see you again!

-You left your jacket in our car.

Did I?! Thanks for bringing it back. Come in.

Nice. Could use a suit of armour. Uh, we're just off actually, so...

I've decided... you're not a dur brain after all.

-Yeah?

-You're a spam head!

-Am not! Anyway, you're a care kid!

Mr Tact(!) What d'you want to be when you grow up...UN peacekeeper?

There's a pit where they throw us at night. Want to see?

-Yeah!

-We really have to go, sorry.

-Wouldn't want to be late, would you?

-For what?

Dentist.

-We'll be up the park later! Want to come?

-Yeah, if...if I have time.

JUNGLE ANIMAL NOISES

Bye, toilet brush!

And you're gonna let him live?

OK, tell me all you know about dads and brothers?

Brothers...zilch. Dads...?

-They're more like dogs.

-Dogs?!

Feed em, keep 'em exercised. Watch. Dad!

LAUGHTER

Drop it.

-Good Dad!

-I'll see you. I'll be back at five - take you to dinner.

Sorted!

And now for brothers...

-Brothers?

-Yeah, what do they like doing?

-Dunno.

-We like to wrestle, eh, Lol?

-That's right.

See, I'd get him like this.

Yeah, then I'd get him back like this.

Oh, the fun we had...

Mmm...sorted!

BOYS SHOUT AND GRUNT

-Hey!

-Tracy!

-Hello.

-Who fancies a kick-about?

-Go on, get after it!

-Ah...

..yeah, all right.

-My dad's rubbish at footy.

-Time we started training him, then.

Ah, none of them for Jake. He had to have a filling.

-Just one?

-Uh-uh.

-Don't worry, they're for you!

Drop it.

Good Tom. Here you go.

There's a good boy! Good Tom.

Clever Tom.

Now, fetch!

-Um, are you taking the mick or something?

-No.

So, it's some kind of joke, yeah?

Yeah, that's right. Just my little joke.

Yeah. Mad, isn't she, Jake?

-Yeah.

-Sorry, I'll just go get that.

Justine...!

-So what've you been doing?

-We went to the circus. It was funny.

Kyle got lost and Mum found him with his head in a bag of peanuts.

-Oh, "Mum" did, did she? What did "MUM" do then?

-What's eating you?

My dad keeps taking me out.

He took me swimming, bought me sweets, gave me money for clothes.

-The problem is?

-He's never that nice! He bought me a birthday card

before my birthday. He, like, never remembers!

CARD PLAYS: "Congratulations"

-That makes me feel a titch better.

-I don't get it.

It's Carrie, the new baby.

Dad feels guilty!

They're taking me out to dinner tonight. I reckon it's bad news.

Well, there's something you can do.

What?

Hey!

What's the one thing a new mum needs?

Help.

Babies? Yuck!

-Hey, want to wrestle?

-Yeah! But I might hurt you.

You?! Don't make me laugh.

I warn you, my hands are lethal weapons! Hi-yah!

Uh! Argh! Urgh!

Oomph!

-Uh-oh, stop!

-What is it?

My filling!

Whoa! You knocked it out.

It's never dull with you around, is it?

Right, OK, then, back to the dentist's.

Sorry.

It's no-one's fault. Jake just hasn't met a girl as tough as you.

Come on.

-Hey!

-Sshh! See you later.

-Got the nappy?

-Check.

"Slip it under baby. Bring the front up between his legs."

Get off! Help!

Lie still! You said you'd do this for a bag of sweets.

"If baby wriggles, speak soothingly."

Lie still or I'll thump you!

I'll get you in a hammerlock and twist your face off!

"Or try distracting him with a small toy."

Coochie-coo.

You can keep your sweets!

-That was rubbish!

-Will you help us, Hayley?

I'll show you what a real baby's like...

Waaaah!

-What's her problem?

-That's for you to find out.

-What's your problem?

-I'm a baby. I can't talk.

-What's the book say?

-I dunno, you're the expert.

-I have to go.

-You can't leave me!

-Sorry. It's OK, you'll do fine.

Remember, stay calm. The baby can sense fear.

-LOU! OK, I get the message.

-HAYLEY HOWLS

-Be quiet and let me think!

-HAYLEY BAWLS

Anyway, I need to make up for knocking his filling out.

Filling, so...eating too much junk. Why not make something wholesome?

Wholesome?

OK, Tracy, meet...

-Mr Lettuce.

-I know everything about lettuce.

-How d'you cook it?

-You don't.

You wash it. Make a nice salad.

-And then a choccy sponge?

-Fruit.

Did I mention, I want them to like me?

KNOCKING AT DOOR

I don't believe it! You again.

Jake said you went off with his cap.

Sorry, was that yours?! Um, I'll just go get it.

Come in, I'm whipping up something wholesome to eat.

-No, we really can't stop.

-Hello, Tom!

-Oh, hi, Elaine!

-What are you doing here?

-Just picking something up.

-Tracy was asking us in, but we're gonna have to go...

-No, come in.

I'll show you around my "patch".

Well, um...

I insist. Come on, it's not as grim as you'd think.

-Well, OK...just for a bit.

-Yes! Can we see the pit in the cellar?

Wow, she's actually good for something.

It'll just be a minute. I hope you like salad as much as I do.

Great!

Right. Too hot?

Too cold?

Bored?

Wet?

Oh!

Tired? Sick? Hungry?

Hungry!

BAWLING AND HOWLING CONTINUE

-Did you wash the lettuce?

-No.

Out of my way...emergency!

Get lost!

-For the baby.

-Baby?!

Long story.

SHE HOWLS

-That's me girl!

-Hello, love. Is there anywhere we can have a chat?

Might as well get it over with.

Come on, then.

Pack it in Jake... Oh!

Tracy Beaker, what have you done NOW?!

Never had a younger brother before, then, eh? Hmm.

Frightening, isn't it?

Come on, let's get you cleaned up.

Hey, um, we're going to the circus Saturday. D'you want to come?

-What, after all this?!

-We like excitement, don't we, Jake?

As long as you two promise not to out-do the clowns.

-Yeah! Please come, Tracy.

-All right!

Great. Um, give us a call. Elaine's got our number.

Yes, I'll, um, just show you where to get cleaned up.

Tracy, floor! Clean it up.

Bet you've guessed what this is about?

I've got an idea.

Here. We thought you'd like to help choose.

-I'm not choosing colours for the baby's room.

-Why not?

There isn't space for both of us. That's what it is.

You've been treating me nice because you feel guilty.

The colour's for YOUR room, love.

That's right. We want you to move in, next week.

Hey, it's OK, kiddo.

It's my fault, I won't be letting you down again...promise.

-I'm moving in with Dad and Carrie!

-What else is new?!

They want me next week! I'm outta here, man!

-Actually, I might be leaving soon myself.

-Yeah?

Yeah. Let's just call it a hunch.

Subtitles by BBC Broadcast 2005

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