The Bygraves 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. #

MUSIC: Theme from "Captain Pugwash"

AA-RRR!

Say hello to the sharks. DOLLY SCREAMS

Anything to say before I feed you to the fish?

-Yeah, you're a big pathetic creep.

-DOLLY SCREAMS

BOTH: Look what he's doing to Dolly!

Coward!

-Are you all right?

-Yeah. He said did I want to feed the fishes!

-I didn't know he meant ME!

-Come on, let's play.

AA-RRR-RR!

DOLLY SCREAMS

Bullying, I'm afraid.

-I don't like to tell, but...

-You did the right thing.

Tracy Beaker, Justine Littlewood, can I have a word, please?

Can you believe that?! She thinks WE'RE picking on the tiddlers.

-He's got to go.

-The sooner he gets fostered, the better.

-But who'd have him?!

-You promised.

-I said I'd try and sort something.

-I want to see my grandpa.

-I'd like someone to go with you.

-I

-could go with her. No, you're right. Bad idea. Never mind.

Satisfied? Now there's two of us. SHE SNEEZES

Watch my lips.

It was Michael who was bullying Dolly.

-Right, I give up.

-Good.

This nice couple have been in touch...again.

They don't discourage easily. If you'd like to meet them, I could...

Nobody in their right minds would live with these people.

They're a total nightmare. Not to mention desperate. They'd foster anybody.

-Tracy...

-On second thoughts, could you set up at a meeting?

-Who have you got?

-What are you on about?

Elaine's set us up with mystery families. It's like Blind Date -

"Number 3, does your house ming of cabbage?"

-"Michael - Barbara and Dave Crenshaw."

-Ooh!

-What, you know them?

-I hope you like ballroom dancing.

-Why?

-She'll teach you. Just don't stare at her warts!

-I don't wanna dance.

You'll be happy just to get out of the car. They smoke - it reeks.

-Of cigarettes?

-No, cat sick(!)

I could switch with you.

-What do you want?

-You'd better leave Dolly alone from now on.

-Yes, all right.

It's not too bad. Nice house, a good-sized garden.

-It's the pits.

-That's a bit harsh.

-He shouldn't be in a nursing home.

-There's nothing wrong with him.

-Jackie? Jackie!

-Grandpa!

Hello, my love! They said you wasn't coming.

They lied, then, didn't they? Grandpa, this is Crash.

-Hi, nice to meet you.

-Hello.

-Oh, hi. Are you the...?

-Bygraves, that's right.

-You must be Tracy.

-Let me look at you.

-Tracy's not feeling very well.

-Oh, dear.

-That is a shame.

-There's someone else.

-He was meant to go out with another family, but they let him down.

-Oh!

You don't think he'd like to meet us, do you?

I'd say there's quite a good chance. Follow me.

Come and sit here, Michael.

We're sorry the other lot let you down. Their loss.

It must be so difficult.

Yeah, well...

I nearly forgot.

Here.

-It's a rhyming dictionary.

-I bet you've not got one already.

Um, no. Thanks.

-Indispensable when you're writing a song.

-Or poetry.

I write the odd poem myself, Michael.

Read him the one about the kittens.

Um, could you excuse me a minute, please?

(Michael!)

Two people - loud.

-Tell her that I'm sick.

-Tracy said I don't have to do what you say.

-Want to taste my cat o' nine tails?

-Your what?!

-You don't want to know.

-How was I supposed to know?

-Just how much are they?

They just won the lottery. How much does that make you?

-What if you didn't get on?

-So what? I could go to boarding school,

-have my own swimming pool and a pony.

-Yeah. But what about Michael?

He doesn't know yet.

I will have to get them back off him before he twigs.

-I'm afraid he's sick. Very, very sick.

-And now,

I'm much, much better. ..There. Now, beat it.

Now then, where are we going?

Bad luck, Beaker. Ka-ching!

A hearse?!

A funeral director, called Bygrave!

So, there I was, everyone in the stadium on their feet,

and this Belgian and me neck-and-neck.

Carry on, I'll just get some drinks.

My legs were like rubber. He gets in front,

then keels over, so I crawl across the line on my knees!

-You should have heard that crowd roar.

-Wow! You're fitter than me.

Oh, by the way, you didn't tell me,

who's your young lady friend? She seems very nice.

This is fantastic. You shouldn't have gone to this trouble for me.

-Oh, it was no trouble.

-That's right.

Poor Tracey, to be missing this.

Shame.

It's so nice sitting here with you.

-If you only knew how much we'd wanted...

-Nelly...

So, your lives are really going to change. Have you thought about what is going to be like?

Oh, Michael, all the time.

I just think we should be a bit careful.

Very wise.

-You don't want to go and blow it all now, do you?

-We certainly don't.

Would you care to try one of these, Michael?

-What are they?

-They're my wife's speciality.

Liver rissoles.

Delicious.

Do you like singing? I bet you do.

We're in a choir.

-Maybe you could join if...

-Nelly!

I'm sure you know this one. Join in if you like.

# Kumbaya, my Lord... #

CHILDREN GIGGLE # Kumbaya

# Kumbaya, my Lord

# Kumbaya

# Kumbaya, my Lord... #

-Hi.

-Hi.

-This is a nice place.

-You've been at the Dumping Ground too long!

Look, it might not be such a bad idea for your grandpa to stay.

Don't be stupid.

No, really. He, er, asked me who you were.

What do you mean?

If he can't remember who you were, maybe he needs some looking after.

Does that look like someone who needs looking after?!

-We've so enjoyed today, Michael.

-Me too.

We'd like to have a word with Elaine about you, if it's OK.

Start the ball rolling.

Really? That's great. I mean, if you haven't got too much to think about.

-With the big win, and everything.

-Win?

-Yeah.

-We haven't won anything.

-But...

-What about the Lottery?

-Lottery?

We don't do that. It's a mug's game.

What were you two thinking?!

We were just trying to help.

-Help?!

-Him get fostered.

You wish. Michael!

The one day I was hoping for a break.

-So you mean, he's not leaving?

-No, Justine.

So that's it, then.

Er, not quite. There's something that I want both of you to do.

-So that's the story.

-It was just a bit of fun. Sorry.

We can't have children, you see.

Silly...to get our hopes up.

But...it's everything, don't you think?

Having your own family.

-Yeah, you're right.

-It is.

Look, we're really, really sorry.

-Honestly.

-If there's anything we can do...

-Anything.

That's the end of visiting time.

Oh, hello! Can I introduce my granddaughter, little Jackie Hopper?

Not so little now, eh?

Well, time to move along.

You've got a very nice place here. Which is your room?

This is where YOU live.

Is it?

Oh, that's right.

Miss you, love.

I'll be back soon.

-I could slip him out, if you stall the nurses for a minute.

-Jackie!

I don't think this is a good idea. Sorry.

Don't worry. I'll get him out one way or another.

Morning!

Ah! Girls, we'll put yesterday behind us, shall we?

-I've got new foster parents to show you.

-I don't think so.

-Too much of a minefield.

-Who knew adults have feelings?

-Besides, we've got a visit.

-Oh?

With who? CAR HORN BLARES

# I can make my world come true All my dreams will see my 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 me now I will win some day. #