Babies Suck 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. #

And then...

you add the warm, oozing, melted chocolate, stirring gently...

You're not allowed to bake on Sunday!

Thank you, goody two shoes!

Carry on.

Pour the chocolate-butter mixture into a baking tin and lick the bowl... Mmm.

Stop, it's torture!

Bake in a hot oven until the smell of hot chocolate brownies drives you ma-a-ad!

I want chocolate brownies!

Wait a minute! I know how we can persuade Duke to let us bake!

Guess what you're going to be when you grow up, Marco.

-A cowboy!

-Shut up, Bouncer.

I'm a chef and I have to make stuff!

Isn't he cute? What are you going to make, Marco?

He can help you make sandwiches for lunch.

-I want to make chocolate brownies!

-We'll help!

Hold on! Nice try, boys, but no baking on Sundays. Out.

Marco get off! Stop it!

I've looked in the laundry basket and the dryer!

-Dad and Carrie will be here any minute!

-You've got other jeans.

But Carrie bought me those! I want to look special.

You don't need to impress Carrie. She already thinks a lot of you.

They've just got to ask me soon to come home for good!

PHONE RINGS Hello?

It's your dad.

OK, why are you late?

But you didn't come last week either.

What's wrong with her?

If she's too tired, come on your own and take me out.

Well, then, pick me up and we can spend the day at home.

Why not? You and Carrie are together all the time. What about me? I'm not being selfish!

You and Carrie are the selfish ones, NOT ME!

-What's the matter with her?

-Her dad has just cancelled taking her out.

-83!

-84! 85... Whoa!

Hey!

We were gonna beat the world record!

Maybe your dad and Carrie have a good reason for not taking you out today.

-Yeah - her bad temper!

-Tracy!

Well, look at her.

Don't.

-I was kidding myself about going home.

-Don't jump to conclusions.

-Carrie's on her way over.

-I don't want to speak to her!

She just wants to explain something.

-That they're happier without me hanging around!

-Don't be silly.

Why not get changed and welcome Carrie with a lovely smile?

-Why don't you make her a cup of tea?

-Good idea.

And some cakes - she'd be really impressed.

-There's not much time.

-Chocolate brownies don't take long.

Yeah! Everyone loves brownies.

I'm no good at cooking.

This is your lucky day. I am an excellent cook.

Go on, then.

Hey! What's going on in here?!

Get out of the way! We need to make brownies!

Those boys put you up to this, didn't they? No cooking today!

-It's an emergency!

-We're in a hurry!

Right, put all that back!

I'm telling Shelley! Shelley! Shelley!

-What's the problem?

-I said no baking!

It's all right. I gave them permission.

Oh, fine, very good(!)

Didn't occur to you to ask me first?!

-Whoa! How come they're allowed to cook and we can't?!

-Ask Shelley.

If they're cooking, we're cooking!

All right, everyone!

That's enough! No!

-Give me that NOW!

-OK.

He said give it to him.

Everybody except Tracy, Justine and Jackie, out of the kitchen, now.

Get on with it. You haven't got much time.

Ow!

So, you approve of cooking now, do you?

Touch one of these and you're history.

-They're for Justine's stepmother.

-She won't eat them all?

If there's any left and if we feel like it, we might give you one.

Bouncer!

-Stick 'em up!

-Get lost, Marco.

Tell them they have to!

Go on. I can't stand to see a cowboy cry.

-Oi! Marco! Come back here!

-Hey!

I've touched it now.

-Mmm-mmm, delicious.

-Thank you. If I say so myself, they're my best yet.

We did all the work! You just bossed!

And now it's time for your best clean-up.

It's not my mess. Like she said, I was just supervising.

I have to get ready!

Look what Justine made for you.

-Er, thank you...lovely.

-Sit down.

-Let's go to your room. There's something I want to tell you.

-No!

I mean, not until you have your tea first.

-Have one. They're delicious.

-I'm not very hungry.

-We'll have them!

-I made them specially. You have to have one.

-Please! They're making me sick.

-My cooking makes you sick?!

No! I didn't mean that...

No-o-o!

I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. It's chocolate.

I can't stand the taste or the smell of it.

Chocolate makes you sick? That's seriously weird.

-I haven't been feeling well.

-I know why you came round here! Why don't you just tell the truth?!

I came here because I wanted to tell you myself.

I...

We... Your dad and me... We're going to have a baby.

BURP!

I thought she'd be pleased.

-Don't you dare tell me everything will be all right, cos I know it won't!

-It might be.

Didn't you hear her? She's having a baby of her own!

-She won't want me in the way.

-But your dad...

-He'll just do what Carrie wants, and she doesn't want me!

-You don't know that.

-Don't I?

What happened to you when your foster parents had a new baby?

You got dumped back in the Dumping Ground!

-Sorry, I didn't mean it.

-No, you're right. Babies suck.

-I'm going to talk to her.

-Give her a few minutes. I'll make you tea.

I can't stomach tea either, or coffee.

My sister-in-law was like that. She could only eat olives and crackers.

-Craved them.

-Ice cream, me. Could eat it by the gallon.

Ah, ice cream. No problem.

How could you do such a terrible thing to Justine?!

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-How dumb are you?

-That's enough, Tracy!

-No, it's all right.

-What is it I have done?

-You made her dream stupid dreams about going home,

-and now you're going to dump her for some new baby!

-Is that what she thinks?

That's what will happen. Everyone knows it.

I'm having a baby too!

You're right! There's a baby in the big, tough cowboy's tummy.

I have to have lots of ice cream... now!

Now, why didn't I see that one coming?

Go away! I don't want to hear your stupid excuses!

I just wanted to show you something.

The ultrasound picture.

You're showing it off already? How gross is that?

This isn't any old baby.

It's Justine Littlewood's little brother or sister.

This baby connects us all - you, your dad, me.

It makes us a family. And as soon as we get things properly organised,

we want you to come home and stay with us for good.

That's what I really came to tell you.

Chocolate brownies - double quantity!

Told you there was nothing to worry about.

-It looks like an alien.

-That's normal.

-I think it's going to look like you.

It's not every day I get told I've got a face like a baby's bum!

Subtitles by Graeme Dibble BBC Broadcast - 2004

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