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The Belles of St. Trinian's Page #8
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- 1954
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Look! There's some of them now!
- Are you parents?
- That's right.
OK.
Morning. Brownies' campfire
is first on the cards.
Down that path. Back of them trees.
You can't miss it.
Brownies' campfire down that path.
Back of them trees.
You mustn't miss the Brownies' campfire.
Surely we can see...
I said the Brownies' campfire.
Down that path. You can't miss it.
Milk-0!
I say, Maudie, supposing we could rope
- What for?
- I bet we could do it.
If we could flip a message to Miss Fritton
to create a diversion
and draw those men off.
Hi, Jill! Smoke bombs forward!
We'll make a smoke screen
and then drop Florrie over
with a message. Florrie?
Parent?
Mercifully, no.
I am from the Ministry of Education.
What business have you got here?
I am instructed on higher authority
to inspect the school.
Well, you picked a nice day for it! OK.
Over there!
What are them kids up to
chucking them things?
This way for the Brownies' campfire!
Hurry along, please! Pass on...
Pass right down the path there!
Get in them trees!
Any more for the Brownies' campfire?
The show's just about to start.
Roll up for the Brownies' campfire!
Any more
for the bloomin' Brownies' campfire?
This was for the Brownies' campfire.
Greatest show on Earth.
Ah... this way for the Brownies' campfire.
Thank you. I have no wish
to see the Brownies' campfire.
I haven't the remotest idea who you are,
but I am from the Ministry of Education.
Oh. Oh, in that case,
I'll give you a bum steer, sir.
It's straight down that path
you want for your mates.
- Mates?
- Yeah. Robby Smith and old Woodley.
In the summerhouse down by the lake.
You can't miss it.
I'd like to, but under the circumstances,
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
This way for the Brownies' campfire.
All the fun of the fair.
At all costs, we must keep our heads
and reconsider our strategy.
It'd be useless to attempt another attack.
A handful of women against hooligans.
- Miss Fritton, Miss Fritton!
- What is it?
I've got a message
from the beleaguered forces.
Jackie says she's got a plan to get the
horse away if you can create a diversion.
What plan? What diversion?
Apart from June doing a fan dance,
I can't think of anything.
Wait. I fancy I can. What do I hear?
- The Old Girls!
- The Old Girls!
Yes!
And all in prime condition!
This Way, girls!
We'll need every man we can spare
to deal with this.
Sam, Joe, all of you,
come with me. Quick!
Come on, girls.
Let's get the blankets! Quick!
Hurry up, Fatima. OK, pull away, girls.
- Look, I'll give you some money.
- No, I can't.
Hey, Butch! Butch!
Come on! As quick as you can!
No, no. You stay there, Spider.
Quick! Come on, man!
- Hurry up. Quick.
- Right. Wheel him in.
Come on, Arab Boy!
We've got to get you to the race.
Come on, boy.
Of course, it's not quite Roedean
or Cheltenham, my dear,
but it has its points.
Come on!
This way the Old Girls!
Don't let them up! Block the stairs!
Halt!
Spears to the ready!
Charge!
Good old Arab Boy!
Take it easy there, Arab Boy.
'The horses are leaving the paddock.
'Whatever thrills
this great race may provide,
'they can't compare with the excitement
here in the past few minutes.
'The Sultan of Makyad's Arab Boy,
'for whom a nationwide search
has being going on for the past 24 hours,
'made a sensational appearance
on the course.
'Here he is leaving the paddock now.
'I have just asked Inspector Kemp Bird
of the Barchester Constabulary
'how he managed
'but he told me he's not yet in a position
to make a statement.
'It's a first-class start for this coveted
of all honours in national hunt racing.
'Mordonia is well away. So is Blue Prince.
'They're coming up to the first fence.
Mordonia jumped that well...'
jumping like a dream!
Matter of fact, I think you chaps
are batting on a pretty good wicket.
Well, any time you care
to join us, old man.
Only means getting in another bed.
I'm sorely tempted, old man.
Sorely tempted.
He's moving up! Come on, Arab Boy!
'Arab Boy's going into 3rd
place now. They come to the next fence.
'Three horses out in front,
Mordonia, Blue Prince and Arab Boy.
'It looks to me like a three-horse race.
'Now Mordonia's falling back.
'Blue Prince is moving into first place,
followed by Arab Boy,
'as they come into the home stretch.
'They're heading for home now
and it's Arab Boy showing the way.
'Blue Prince is drawing level again.
They jumped that neck and neck.
'There are only two horses in it now.
Arab Boy's taking the lead.
'With only 50 yards to go,
it's Arab Boy from Blue Prince!
'Arab Boy has won
the Cheltenham Gold Cup!'
After this, I wouldn't dream of Violet
staying here another hour!
Not after what we've witnessed today!
I was horrified! Quite horrified!
I shudder when I think
of what poor Mona has suffered!
'Ere, it's won! Arab Boy, it's won!
Really, Harry?
Oh, in that case, ladies and gentlemen,
courtesy forbids me to tell you exactly
where you can send your daughters.
Will you excuse me?
Come with me, Harry.
I think we have an appointment
with Mr Alf.
Yeah. No "riverara" for him this yeah, eh?
I was more than delighted
to accept your headmistress's invitation
to come here tonight
to present your annual awards.
But for the resource of your fourth form,
I should have not won the race today.
It is, therefore,
with the greatest pleasure
that I begin these proceedings
by presenting this cup for good conduct-
which, I understand,
has not been presented since 1927 -
to Jacqueline West.
Miss Wilson! Miss Wilson!
Will you put on those lights?
Really, girls...
I'm terribly sorry, Your Highness.
The cup... Where's the cup?
Miss Brimmer, Miss...
Girls, girls, girls!
This really is too much!
The honour of the school
has suffered enough for one day
and don't imagine for one moment
that I don't know who did it.
But, in view of the occasion,
sporting instincts to return that cup.
And in order that the girls
may suffer no ignominy,
I'm going to have the lights
put out for 30 seconds,
to return it unseen.
- Right, Miss Wilson.
- Right-oh.
Quickly now, girls. Come along.
Right, Miss Wilson. Lights, please.
..Two, pull!
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