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-Want to see the new earrings my dad bought me?
-They're real silver.
-He buys you stuff to make up for being a loser.
-You're just jealous. I get treats.
-Cam's going to treat me to get
my ears AND my nose pierced
and buy me some nicer earrings than those tacky things.
It's a bit late now she's in America, isn't it?
-Not exactly a long letter, is it?
-Give it back.
"New York's amazing. The writing course was brilliant.
"Must dash. Love Cam."
She's enjoying herself so much she'll never come back.
-You'll never get your ears pierced.
-I don't need Cam to make it happen.
-I'm Tracy Beaker. If I want to do something, I'll do it.
Jenny used to always put a bit of tinfoil on first.
-We're out of foil.
-We bought three rolls last week.
-Can you sit at the table, Bradley?
-Jenny called me Bouncer.
OK. Bouncer. Can you sit at the table, please?
-Jenny let me eat here.
There's only apple juice. I hate apple. Jenny used to...
-Is there anything else Jenny did that I'm not doing?
ALL: Oh, yeah! Jenny used to... Morning, everyone! >
Is everything OK, Shelley? Jenny always had breakfast over by now.
-Shelley? Tracy's having her nose and ears pierced.
-No, you're not.
-No. That's final.
-You can't tell me what to do, skanky care worker.
I can. It's in my job description. Skanky care worker with power.
-SHELLEY BANGS ON THE TABLE
-I'd like to make an announcement.
-You've decided to leave.
-I know you all loved Jenny.
-And her way of doing things.
Jenny's gone and I'm here now and that's why I'm making some changes.
-What sort of changes?
-We like things how they are.
They'll not be all my ideas. I'd like a session with each of you
to talk about your ideas. Things you'd like to change.
ME FIRST! ALL: Me! I'll go!
OK, OK, OK, OK! In my office. One at a time.
-A giant cuddly bear in the sitting room.
And a big sweetie machine!
A big heated swimming pool in the garden
with a wave machine.
Come on, Hayley. There must be something.
All my pictures...everywhere.
New dressing-up clothes.
An improvement in the level of privacy SHOWN to all inmates
in this wonderful establishment.
Too right. I'm the eldest. I'm entitled to a bit of space.
What's the point? It's never going to happen anyway, is it?
I wouldn't change anything, Shelley. Not a single thing.
After all, you know best.
Number 34. Later bedtimes.
Number 35. No uninvited guests. Meaning Tracy Beaker in my room.
Justine moved immediately to a home for irritating brats.
No more stupid care workers telling me what I can do.
Can I give you a hand here?
Actually, Elaine, I'd be really grateful.
Not now, Hayley!
..When I said help, I meant in my capacity as a social worker.
You're doing fine. When we're finished,
-my office is going to look homely.
-Late again, Nathan?
-Just had to pop to the shops.
For a packet of hair dye?
I was going to do it when the kids were in bed.
Now you're here, would you do some work?
-Cakes, cream, chocolate sponge?
-Shall we have a taster?
-You can't have a midnight feast at half ten.
-Not under any circumstances must Shelley get a whiff of this.
SPOOKY HISSING BOTH: Aagh!
She's spooky. The way she sniffs things out. It's supernatural.
-What brings you down here?
You've always been together, haven't you?
-We're a good team.
-I thought you might like separate rooms.
Crash is going with Michael, so you can have his room.
-It'll do them good.
This is my bedroom you frog bottom.
Yeah, and what a dump it is too.
Nathan? Has Shelley bought the sweetie machine yet?
Sweetie machine? Don't count on it.
Never mind. If I get a new mum, I won't need Blankie.
That'll be good, won't it? >
You'll be lucky. Shelley's too busy turning this place into a jungle.
Still...at least she keeps Tracy Beaker in her place.
You're wrong, Justine. If I want to go out, I will.
Tracy, you're NOT going into town.
-You'd come back with your tummy button pierced.
-You can't stop me.
Hey, Tracy big mouth. I dare you to dye your hair.
You do, do you? Just you stand back and watch Justine Snitchface.
Any old rubbish. Come and get it!
- Michael, leave my stuff alone. - Steady on, Crash. AH!
Why did we agree to this? Don't you want to share?
Relax. This ain't going to work. Things will be back to normal soon.
More of Shelley's improvements, I take it.
Tracy Beaker. Blonde and beautiful.
-I don't want any.
Tracy, let me in. Now, please.
Tracy Beaker, what have you done?
-I'm never coming out.
-You can't stay in for the rest of your life.
I'll make sure no-one laughs.
-No laughing at Tracy.
-We can't help it. She just looks so ugly.
-Right, that's it!
-Tracy, go to your room now, please.
-But I'm starving.
-OK, I will and I'll shave this off, too!
Pudding. I'm starting a healthy eating policy.
-I hate yoghurt.
- I'm not eating that. - Have a yoghurt, Michael.
- That's enough now. - Michael, don't get provoked.
Go on, Michael.
ALL: OH! Ho-ho!
My new top!
- Justine! - Take cover, little one!
"Face them. No-one will laugh."
-Don't you start too.
You remind me of something. My mum wouldn't let me pluck my eyebrows,
so I shaved them off and looked like an alien for two weeks.
I'll take you to the hairdresser.
-They'll put it right.
I'm needed downstairs.
Stop it, Michael! Will you BEHAVE?!
-What is the matter with you?
-What is going on?
What is going on?
Perhaps, you'd like to ask the children.
The door to my office is always open. If anyone has any problems...
SHOUTING DROWNS SPEECH
He's always picking on me. Me and Bouncer want to share again.
I want my paintings on the wall.
-OK. Crash, you can have your room back.
Michael, you're not fooling anyone. Stop acting the innocent.
Justine, yoghurt will wash out.
Lol, I admit I was wrong to want to split you up.
-Bouncer, you can move back in.
I shall hang on to this.
Moving swiftly on. Puddings are back on the menu as of tomorrow.
-And Hayley, sweetheart. I'm going to hang your picture up here,
-because I love it so much.
I think that's everything.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to see a lady about some green hair.
But what about my Blankie?
Someone's stolen it.
-LOST something, Shelley?
-I told you to stay in your room.
-Fine, if you don't want my help.
Looking for this?
-Can we go to the hairdresser now?
Maybe I was wrong about this ear piercing thing.
When we're in town, you can have your ears, just your ears, pierced.
No, thanks. A spike through the earlobes!
When Cam had hers done, it really hurt and it got infected and manky.
Don't let on to Justine, but I never want them done.
I see. Thanks, Tracy, for that little nugget of information.
Shame I didn't know that earlier.
But there's something I would like.
After all, brown is such a boring colour.
You'll be lucky, Tracy.
Subtitled by Gillian Clarke BBC Broadcast 2003
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