Rebel Without a Clue The Story of Tracy Beaker

# I can make my world come true All my dreams will see me through

# Doesn't matter What may come my way

# Believe me now I will win some day. #

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

Oh, hiya.

I'd love to but I'm up to my neck.

RUMBLING FROM ABOVE

Hold on. I'll have to call you back.

ALL ARGUE THEN ARGUING SUBSIDES

How did this happen? ALL: Accident.

-What accident?

-We were playing football and...

-I knew you were too big.

-He fouled me!

-It was a good tackle.

-Whoa!

You were playing football on the pool table?

You gotta be more responsible, you got everything here, the telly,

you have this lovely big garden if you wanna play football.

You're really lucky, even I'm lucky.

Who am I kidding? Lucky me.

Saturday afternoon and I'm in here...

talking to furniture.

-Hello, Sid.

-Who are you?

My references should explain everything.

Constance Carlton, winner of the Care Worker of the Year Award.

-Five years running.

-Seven.

-Why are you here?

-Everybody has their problems.

-Our kids are all right.

They're not monsters.

-I was talking about you.

-Oh.

You're overworked.

If you don't take time out, you'll be talking to the furniture.

-How did you know?

-Time to meet our young persons!

Hiya! You know that thing you wanted me to do, but couldn't? Well, I can!

This is Constance Carlton and she's joining us for a while.

Constance is a care-working legend.

Look who's talking. I've heard you're the best chef!

Can't wait to try your chocolate souffle!

They're quite tricky...

Don't you mean challenging?

I'm sure you could do it.

You're right, I'll make one tomorrow.

Now, let me guess.

Jackie Hopper - our running star.

Bouncer - the budding chef.

Lol - the footballer.

And you must be Crash -

the artist.

What about us?

Rio, Roxy,

Chantal - yes... I know all about you.

Course we can manage without you. Have a good time!

Well, good luck...you'll need it!

-Afternoon!

-Good afternoon, Sid.

Sorry. All visitors must be approved.

-I'm not a visitor - I practically live here, don't I?

-Sad but true.

-You're Tracy Beaker.

-Yeah. That's right. Excuse me.

I believe some youngsters formed a Beaker Club, inspired by you.

Well, I AM pretty inspiring.

They made flour bombs and put care worker's underwear on their heads.

-All leaders get misinterpreted.

-We can do without your influence.

-GENERAL HUBBUB You're on this side, now?

-QUIET!

We ought to talk about your care plans.

-Our care plans?

-Elaine and I made a few revisions.

What?! Anger-management counselling every day?

I think you've just proved you DO.

YOU want to send US to separate foster homes?

Well, we think it'll really give you a chance to blossom.

They're only a three-hour train journey apart.

-You can't do this!

-Let's talk to Sid.

-Sid's not here.

-But care plans can change...

-What do you want from us?

-Well...

if you can prove that you can function well together...

with good behaviour, I might rethink.

But that's enough serious talk. Time to relax and watch telly.

Just in time for Celebrities Go Nuts In The Zoo.

-I thought we'd watch a documentary on potatoes.

-I'm out of here.

I hope you're not being antisocial. Perhaps counselling would help.

Oi! 'Prisoner escaping!'

You won't believe what happened.

-What is HE doing here?

-Rehearsing.

-What, Boring Care Workers.

-No.

The Young Rebels, a drama set in the '50s.

Sid's Danny T, the leader of a motorcycle gang.

One of the members dropped out. I'm sure Constance can manage.

She just chucked me out!

I'm sure she was just being cautious. When she gets to know you...

-..She'll put bars on the windows.

-Where's the telly?

-And the games console...?

-Constance!

-I don't believe this.

You know...I've always believed that only boring people get bored.

-Right! And we're not boring, so...we're fine, aren't we?

-No.

-We've got nothing to do.

-Oh, really? Don't look so gloomy!

-We're here to have fun!

-What sort of fun?

The best kind - mathematical fun!

Welcome to Cliffside Matholympics!

I've got to run through a few rules.

No calculators, no mobile phones, no talking...

Rules...you can take your rules and you can shove 'em up yer...

-I haven't got this, have I?

-Um...

-Maybe it's the outfit.

-Yeah, that shirt's minging.

'50s clothes might help.

I've got stuff from theatre group.

She is taking this too seriously.

She's a writer. This play's her baby.

Why does she need a baby? She's got ME. This '50s stuff is so lame!

-Have you imagined anything so it felt real?

-I might have, once.

-Duke, you have to help us.

-Only if you help me with me souffles.

-I can't get 'em to rise!

-You have to get Constance sacked.

-Why?

-She made us do maths.

-Is that all?

-"All"?!

-Why? What else has she done?

-She...

-She... er...nothing.

-Glad to hear it.

So...how do we get rid of Constance?

-We've gotta call Tracy.

-Running to the Beaker(!)

-Let's hear your ideas, then.

-No.

-We're going straight.

She's beaten the Wellards. We haven't got a chance.

-You don't HAVE to fight!

-Hey, no chick tells ME what to do!

I'm not saying that! PHONE RINGS

Hello, National Theatre of Sad-land! Oh, Crash. What's wrong?

No, it sounds great - carry on.

I do what I wanna do, and if you don't like it, you can stick it!

-That's terrible!

-You're not wrong!

Here - my permission form.

-When did Sid write this?

-Just now.

-He was dressed like a reject from Grease.

-A likely story(!)

-Ring him.

Goodbye, Miss Beaker.

-Thanks for distracting her.

-No problem. Come on!

What part of "evil dictator" don't you understand(?)

-Constance has done good work.

-Like what?

-Like...Traverse House.

She turned it around.

-Know what? You're so right.

-But that outfit is so wrong.

The kitchen has a sprinkler system, which is triggered by smoke...

caused by...

for example...burnt toast. It's the most genius plan ever invented,

because it's all based on science - the force of magnetism and gravity.

-Always keep it simple...

-..And it can't go wrong.

Constance will be baffled by the laws of physics and chemistry.

The ancient power of toast.

-We'll only let her out if she agrees to leave.

-Sorted.

BEEPING

BEEPING STOPS

-Don't you know it's dangerous to set booby traps?

-No, it's...

It's just a snack. I like my toast...crunchy.

Well, you'd better eat it up, then.

Mmm. Delicious.

Oi, you!

-The pigs!

-Shut up! It's Crash and the Beaker. What do YOU want?

Haven't seen you Traverse House lot for a while.

-We had this evil care worker.

-Was that...Constance Carlton?

-Constance COW, we called her.

-Want to get your own back?

-If we knew where she'd gone.

-Oh, come on, Sid. You can do this.

I can't do it. I can't get angry.

-We're gonna have to cancel the show.

-Cancel? It took months to write.

Just say the lines. What kind of wuss can't do that?!

And what would YOU know?

You don't know what it's like in an audience. Get off my back!

I think you've got it! That documentary was so...inspiring,

I just had to buy enough potatoes.

We can all keep a potato diary and chart the progress.

Great. What are we waiting for? Let's get out there.

-Come on, then, everybody! Come on, come on!

-Hello, losers!

Did YOU do this? Sian!

-Christopher!

-You got a problem?

-You should be doing your homework,

not vandalising.

-Homework's for losers.

-We don't need to worry about vegetables.

You've stopped eating vegetables?!

But I only left three days ago! A whole year's work ruined!

Duke! I got your text messages. What's up? Where's Constance?

She just left. Said she had to go back to Traverse House.

Mmm! Right, you lot! What have you been doing to poor old Constance?

What's all this in aid of?

-We realised how lucky we are to have you.

-Yeah?

-Never go away again.

-Hey...!

Subtitles by BBC Broadcast 2004