The Visitors Tracy Beaker Returns

DOORBELL RINGS

Yeah, I'm coming!

All right, I'm coming!

Get in there!

-Leave him alone!

-Come on.

What is going on?

You!

-Carmen!

-He's the boy who stole all my stuff at Burnywood,

and he's the care worker who did nothing about it!

But why don't you know how long they're going to stay?

Because we don't know how bad the fire damage is yet.

I heard Burnywood was burnt to bits.

-I wish Tyler had gone up in flames too.

-Carmen!

Wait until he nicks your stuff and then tell me about it.

What? If it isn't glued down, I'm telling you, he will have it.

-Morning.

-Gina, you remember Dennis, Dennis Stockle.

Yeah. Hi.

Gina Conway, my second in command.

Early this morning, there was a fire at Burnywood.

A fire? Is everyone all right? What happened?

Calm down, they're fine.

We just had to move a few of the kids in here.

And Dennis will be joining us for a while,

just while they sort Burnywood out.

Relax, I'm not here to take over. Got enough on my plate already.

Mike, would you clear up some of your stuff?

Sure.

We only have two spare rooms. Some of yours'll have to share.

She has to be on her own.

-Wouldn't she prefer company?

-Not if I say she has to be alone.

Yeah, but...

So, that leaves Rick, Tyler and Lizanne.

Can we mix them with our lot, or do you want to keep them separate?

Wherever you stick them, care kids are trouble.

Check out the room! No padlocks!

Yeah, they'll be getting some now you're here.

We prefer to trust our young people, Dennis. Here, Tyler, help yourself.

-Cheers.

-I wouldn't tell him to help himself.

There speaks the voice of inexperience.

I've got plenty of experience of the care system.

Ah, ex-care kid.

Yeah, and proud of it.

Well, I wouldn't risk employing her,

but good for you for giving her a chance.

Let's crack on with the paperwork, shall we?

Welcome to the world of pain that is Dennisville.

Nice!

Can I play?

# Her hair was golden brown, yeah

# Blowing free like a cornfield. #

I have Tyler, Rick and Kitty's name. I NEED to know yours.

-Why?

-I want to add you to my list in my notebook.

-What if I don't want you to?

-Why wouldn't you?

-Maybe I'm a spy.

-You'd still have a name.

-What's your name?

-Gus Carmichael. What's yours?

He won't give up until he's got it.

It's Lizanne, with a L I Z A, two N's and an E.

-And what's your last name?

-Right!

Which one of you skanky Burnywoodies

has stolen half of my shampoo?

-It was you, wasn't it?

-Catch me smelling like a girl!

Calm down, Carmen.

Erm, you don't know what it was like, you weren't there!

Starting to feel like I was, the way you keep going on about it.

Gina, you're never going to guess what they've done.

Oops, I didn't know it was hers. Did I get the smell of smoke out?

Yeah!

Sorry it's so bare. This room used to belong to a boy called Toby.

We've not really done much with it since he got fostered.

-Ah, this is nice. Where do you want this?

-I made it.

Oh, then you should meet Tee. She's really into sewing, too.

That's it? Somebody used your shampoo? Get a life.

It's still stealing.

-You're just looking for an excuse to get back at Tyler.

-So?

He deserves it.

Look, Carmen. Burnywood was ages ago. Just forget it.

Well, I thought I had, till I saw him,

and now I just can't stop thinking about it.

Come on, Elektra, can you just help me show him

-what it's like to lose all your stuff, please?

-Not my fight.

I'd help YOU.

I've been trying to think of the best ways to get through to Kitty.

-Any ideas?

-Yeah. Leave her alone, make sure nobody touches her.

What kind of an answer is that?

It's one based on experience,

so drop the attitude. There's nought you can do.

Glad Mike didn't think that when he met me.

You're not like Kitty.

I still needed someone to make a difference.

It wasn't a very big one, was it?

Ex-care kid working in a care home!

Who's written articles for a national newspaper,

had a column in a local one,

published the story of my life in care,

and I've just sent another story off to the publisher.

-So you're just filling in until you're rich and famous?

-No.

Why are you having a go at me?

I'm trying to find out the best way to handle Kitty.

Yeah? Come on.

Hi, Kitty.

Do you like your new room?

Do you want to come downstairs and sit with the others?

Shall I find you a book to read?

-See? She's happier left alone.

-Yeah, but Kitty...

If you want to bash your head against a brick wall,

be my guest,

but you set her off trying to prove me wrong, you'll be sorry.

Don't threaten me!

That's it, straight at the top there, not that heavy.

What are you doing? Get out.

-Hey, that's no way to talk to your new roommate.

-I don't share.

-Well, someone's got to.

-Good luck finding them.

Call it, bluey. Heads she stays, tails she goes.

Heads! Happy sharing.

Any of my stuff goes missing, you're dead meat.

Hey, you play nice.

Right, guys, you know what?

Move this lot off the bed, then you can put the mattress on there.

So did she get fostered?

No, she was 16, and she wanted a place of her own, you know.

This is Sapphire's room.

No, Harry, it was, but she don't need it any more.

Rick and Tyler do. She wouldn't mind.

Harry!

Look, just, you know, carry on.

Then she kicked it really hard,

and said she'd beat me up if I touched her stuff.

You tell me if she tries anything.

-So she would beat me up?

-Oh, yeah.

I mean no, but try and stay out of her way.

How can I keep out of her way? I'm sharing her room!

Sorry. I didn't mean to rip into you, but she's scary.

I know, I get it.

Do you?

You've got this to yourself.

It's so long since I've had to share, I've forgotten how.

I mean, what if I touched something of hers by accident,

like with that other girl's shampoo?

I know! You could move in with Tee instead. That's my sister.

That's kind, Johnny, but I don't think I can.

It's the sharing that's freaking me out.

Oh, I feel a bit sick.

I think I'm having a panic attack! Can you open a window?

-Yeah, shall I get a bucket, or Dennis?

-No!

Just... Stay with me.

That's better.

Sorry, I'm being such a girl.

I'll be fine...honestly.

You have my room, Lizanne. I'll move in with Tee.

Oh, thank you!

Plastic poo. Is that the best you can do?

All right, I'm listening.

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-It's Tracy.

Hi, Kitty.

This is Tee, the girl who loves sewing.

I brought some stuff I made to show you.

Made this cushion.

What do you think?

Sorry! I would have knocked but I didn't have a spare hand.

Oh, it's OK, it's some letters from my dad.

I like to keep them with me.

I've got some from my mum. She's in hospital.

Oh, erm, sorry.

SHE YAWNS

I've been up since four this morning.

-Think I'll go back to bed.

-Oh, right, yeah, erm, sorry.

Yeah, right, OK.

Right, yeah.

-Ha, ha, the foaming volcano!

-The old ones are the best.

No, no. No one's going to believe us if they see that lot down the bog.

Come on.

-In there.

-You've got to learn from the masters, boy.

Result!

TOILET FLUSHES

ARGH!

What...the...foam?!

Grrr!

Ha, ha, ha!

Come back here! Tyler!

You idiot! Open up!

You are seriously making it worse for yourself!

Kitty, don't worry. It's only Elektra.

She'll calm down soon.

..you'll only lose one leg! >

Open up! I'm going to break this down!

Maybe we should help him.

-How's he going to learn if we do everything for him?

-Oh, yeah!

Open up!

This is your last chance. Open up, you idiot!

OK, fine.

Aaaaah!

Eeeee!

-I'm going to kill you!

-Argh!

Grrr!

I know you can hear me.

I'm going to get you for this, just you wait.

-What's up?

-Tyler.

Oh, so do you want me to help you get your own back on him?

You go through that, and I'll go over here.

Wait, what's Rick and what's Tyler's?

Who cares? Just take anything.

-Hey, Carmen, look at this.

-That's rank. I bet Tyler smokes.

-Right, that should be enough.

-Yeah.

Come on.

MUFFLED SHOUTING

What's going on?

-Nothing.

-That was a lot of shouting before for nothing. What's all this?

Nothing.

It's Tyler's stuff. We're going to hide it and see how he likes it.

-Carmen!

-What? I'm only playing the same trick on him he played on me.

What, you're on his case, too?

Why are you all wet?

Erm, I stepped in a puddle.

Look, we're just going to hide it, and then we'll give it all back.

-You wouldn't like it.

-No, she didn't like it.

We're just making sure he doesn't do it again.

Tracy, please. We promise to give it all back.

Make sure you do. And I didn't see you, OK?

It's too obvious.

Hurry up, Carmen.

Doo-doo-be-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-be-doo-be-doo.

Hurry up.

-Just shove it down there.

-OK.

Hey, Carmen, do you want to use this?

Elektra, we can't set fire to his stuff.

Well, you can with one of these.

-You do it then.

-I only got soaked.

You're the one who lost everything at Burnywood.

Come on, you said you wished he'd gone up in flames.

This is as close as you're ever going to get.

I have waited months for this.

-FIREWORKS GO OFF

-Carmen, get down!

Argh!

-Elektra!

-Hide, Carmen!

-Help me, come on!

FIREWORKS CONTINUE

What have you done?

It wasn't me!

-No!

-No, it's not safe.

-But my things!

-How could you?

-Ask Elektra, she stole the lighter!

-Snitch!

That's enough! You're both as bad as each other!

-Then why did you let us do it?

-You knew about this?

Once a care home kid, always a care home kid.

Well, I didn't know they were going to set fire to it!

This is mine! And I thought Burnywood was bad.

You're grounded, and you'll replace this out of your allowances.

-Come on, back from there.

-You're bang out of order.

Come on!

Tyler, come on, move, please. It could still be dangerous.

Ty! You're grounded without TV for having fireworks.

Cut him some slack. His gear just went up in smoke.

Yeah, second time today. You should be getting used to it.

It's OK, Kitty. I think they've stopped now.

-Come here.

-No!

SHOUTING IN DISTANCE

Why would I have seen the envelope?

-Cos it had money in it!

-Oh.

Oh, and you think I've stolen it?

You're the only one who saw me with it.

I didn't know there was money in it, and I've been asleep ever since.

That's mine.

-I thought we were friends.

-So did I.

-Then she pushed me over.

-Did she hurt you?

No, but I think there's something a bit...wrong with her.

I'll go and check. Thanks, Tee.

-Where's Mike?

-Don't know. Why?

-Someone stolen our money! Gina!

Did the fireworks scare you?

I can stay for a bit. Would you rather be on your own?

Stay.

Nobody has anything to say? Fine. You don't want to own up in public.

Do you know what? I get that. But one of you has Johnny's money.

And if it's not on my desk in the next 10 minutes...

No, no. You don't give them 10 minutes to hide it somewhere else.

We're searching your rooms.

Now!

Look, we all know Johnny keeps his money behind the fireplace.

If we was going to nick it, we would have done it months ago.

Or wait until a convenient scapegoat turned up.

What are these doing here?

Search me, guv'nor.

Oh, you already have.

Why do I always get the blame? I'm not a thief.

It's not just you, we're searching everyone.

Check the bonfire, it's where most of his stuff is.

DISTANT SHOUTING

-Stop it, you're making a mess!

-Shush! Just be quiet.

I haven't stolen anything!

-Well, we're soon going to find out.

-Stop it! You're ruining...

-Would you please just behave.

-It's making a mess! Stop it!

-I'll stop when I'm ready.

-Please, you don't handle him like that!

Don't tell me what to do!

Listen, listen. He wouldn't take the money.

Look at the state he's in! Please, couldn't you stop?

I have to check. Look, would you please...

It's all right, Kitty. I'm here.

There were bangs and rockets, now they're searching

-cos someone stole Johnny's money.

-You are joking me?

'Where are you now, Harry?'

Under the desk in the office. Jeff's frightened.

OK. Tell him I'm on my way.

Aaaaah! >

Who put glue in my shampoo?

I am never, ever going to get this out of my hair,

and I want to know who did this!

Come on then, own up, because I'm going to find out to it is,

and then...

OTHER CHILDREN LAUGH

Shut up, it's not funny!

Come on, let's get you somewhere quiet.

CHILDREN SHOUT AND ARGUE

Come on!

Somebody help me! Noooooo!

-Come on, let's get you outside, yeah?

-No!

-Aaaah!

-Tracy!

-Back! Back!

Tracy.

Tracy.

Tracy.

-What happened?

-Kitty.

-What did I tell you? You don't think I say these things...

-Not now!

-The ambulance is on its way.

-It's OK, I'm all right.

No, don't try to move.

Nobody is going anywhere till the paramedics get here.

You OK?

What's going on?

Who are you?

Why did he call from under your desk? You're not looking after him.

It's been a bit full on.

So he doesn't matter?

-That's not fair.

-I'm staying until I'm happy he's all right.

You know you're always... welcome here.

Shall I contact the secure unit?

No, they wouldn't take her anyway.

She's not, erm, bad enough.

She put Tracy in hospital.

And now, you made her worse.

Me?

Mmm. Place it out of control, Mike. Nobody else to blame but you.

Elm Tree House is NOT out of control!

Yeah?

I've been here a morning.

Two of your kids have torched Tyler's stuff,

moody boy's had his cash nicked,

vain girl's had glue in her shampoo,

toilet's been sabotaged,

AND, and, a member of staff has gone to hospital

because you trained her to ask for advice and then ignore it.

If you'd have had a firmer grip on the place

none of this would have happened.

Hey, hang on! That's not true!

The kids need boundaries, discipline.

They get plenty of both.

What they get is your oh, let's have a hug and talk about it routine.

And it's just not working.

Well it's hardly been a normal day.

What is normal is care?

Happy kids, healthy environment.

You have been on thin ice ever since the tribunal.

And you are NOT taking me down with you.

-They'll have to get rid of her.

-Harsh!

-I feel sorry for Tracy,

-but that could have been me.

-Kitty only goes off if someone touches her.

Well, I'm not going near her.

No, you shouldn't have to live with a head case like that.

She's not a head case! Do you still get a say? You don't even live here.

Gina's just phoned from the hospital.

Tracy has a badly sprained wrist, but at least it's not broken.

We haven't found Johnny's money yet, so we're going to give you

one last chance before we call the police.

That's a waste of time with no evidence.

They won't do anything, and we get left with a load of paperwork.

It's only fair to Johnny.

Well, he's lost 200 quid, there are 10 kids here.

We're taking a fiver off everyone's allowance over the next four months.

CHILDREN COMPLAIN OVER EACH OTHER

Find his money, keep yours,

and this place is closed until further notice.

This is not a prison.

Do you want to sit here?

Write your letter of resignation?

Why would I want to resign?

Cos I'm taking over.

-You should knock.

-My room. I want it back.

-I swear I never took your money.

-Get out.

-Johnny, can't we be...

-Now!

SOFT CRYING IN BACKGROUND

Is that something precious?

The only birthday card I ever got from my mum.

I'm sorry.

Sorry it's the only one, or sorry you set fire to it?

Both,

but more about the fire.

It was me. The glue.

Quits.

Come on, let's dry those eyes.

So, what are we going to...

-So, what are we going to do about the lock-out?

-We could stage a protest.

Last time, Lily fell off the roof.

We could barricade ourselves in the basement.

No, last time I had to stop them ringing the police.

Well, you Burnywooders know him best. What would you do?

-Nothing.

-Nothing?

-We could obviously do something.

-Rick's right.

If you fight him it'll make things worse. That's how he ran Burnywood.

No wonder someone set fire to the place.

Look, there must be a way of standing up to him.

Oh, council of war, is it?

Come on, let's break it up.

There's no law against hanging out with each other.

There is if I say so.

-Isn't it time you went home?

-Not yet.

Did his social worker give you permission to visit?

I used to live here. Mike said its OK.

Yeah, well, I'm his boss, and I say it's not.

You're nasty.

And you're out. And the rest, come on!

Move it on!

Oh, thought I'd got rid of you.

Same here, but we're stuck with each other, so don't make it worse.

DISTANT SHOUTING

Where are all the pictures gone?

Why is it so quiet? Hello?

Where are all the toys? "No fun"?

"No posters. No mobiles."

-What's going on?

-"House rules."

They shut the living room!

"Don't touch"?

Tracy, are you all right?

I was until I saw this.

What happened?

Dennis.

He's taken over.

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