Wild Child Page #7

Synopsis: Since Malibu brat Poppy Moore's mom passed away, she has pushed her rich, usually absent dad Gerry shamelessly. When his patience wears out, she's shipped off to her mother's former English boarding school for girls, Abbey Mount. On her first day she makes enemies of most dorm mates, especially dominant lacrosse school captain Harriet, and the school's principal Mrs. Kingsley. Unwilling to accept the strict regime, she decides to misbehave and take the blame for everyone until she's dismissed. The school only appealing feature for her is Kingsley's dashing son Freddie. When the dream prince transfers his favor from ambitious, uptight Harriet to unruly Poppy, that changes everything.
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Romance
Director(s): Nick Moore
Production: Universal Pictures
 
IMDB:
6.1
Rotten Tomatoes:
38%
PG-13
Year:
2008
124 min
17,385 Views


Because guess what

I've discovered.

It is with great

regret and sadness...

that we call the Honor

Court to session.

The e-mails were sent

But according to Drippy.

Poppy left the computer room

a few minutes after 11:00.

I got my 11:
00 Wagon Wheel,

then I went to tell her

Freddie was waiting.

She left immediately.

I was able to access

the keystroke order...

of the root file...

to find out...

who else was logged

on there then.

- And guess who the

only other person was?

Who?

It will henceforth be

our job to objectively...

and dispassionately ascertain...

what happened that

fateful night...

that will hence to

forth long blight...

the memory of this

proud institution.

And when you think about it,

Poppy would never say 'term.'

She calls it a bloody

samosa or something.

- 'Semester.'

Whatever. Anyway, to

check the reality.

I had a sneaky look...

in her diary for

Friday's entry.

- Don't do that.

- Shut up and listen.

'I think, deep breath,

I kind of love them...

like proper friends

I've known forever.

'They've made me say words...

like 'horridious'

and 'herbal.'

'Which is sort of whack,

and I'd probably...

hate them if I

wasn't one of them.

'But I like that I

am now one of them.'

Apart from some

atrocious spelling mistakes,

it's all a bit more

kosher, don't you think?

And now she's going

to get thrown out.

It is your duty...

to understand the dark forces

that drove a seemingly...

Harriet? May I remind you

that the Honor Court...

is no place...

for your personal

grandstanding,

and that Poppy has

a right to speak...

in her own defense...

before the Court as a whole

passes judgment?

Thank you, Mrs. Kingsley.

I won't insult everybody...

by trying to defend

myself or my actions.

So, I think it's

safe to say that

I've really messed up.

And I apologize profusely.

But I'm also so

grateful to you all.

I tried really hard to

get out of this school,

and only now do I realize

just how much I want to stay.

I've learnt so

much being here.

Being with all of you.

And in some ways

being with my mom,

who I found out was

actually a student here.

I've had a hole in my

heart for five years,

and somehow being here,

it slowly started to heal.

I know I may have looked

like a California girl,

but in my heart

I've discovered...

that I really am an

Abbey Mount girl.

Objection. Sustained.

The court will

heretofore disregard...

the previous statement...

and perhaps heretofore...

we can begin the

real business.

Can you tell us,

in your own words,

where were you...

on the aforementioned

evening of...

Honestly, Harriet.

Who else's words do

you expect her to use?

- Just leave this to me.

- Right. Sustained.

Poppy, were you in the

cook's sitting room...

on the night of the fire?

Yes, I was.

- Were you there

with permission?

No. I was not.

- Quiet, please.

Silence in court.

Did you intend on

starting a fire?

- Not really.

- Objection.

- Does the defendant

mean yes or no?

Harriet.

It means no,

I had no intention of

actually doing it.

- Was anyone else with you?

- Not as far as I know.

I was.

I was.

- I was.

- I was.

- I was.

- I was.

- I was.

- I was.

I was.

- I was.

- I was.

Objection. Stop. Order.

- I was.

- Stop it.

- Come on.

- I was.

This is ridiculous.

What are you all

doing? You're lying.

- They're lying,

Mrs. Kingsley.

Harriet, you're

going down, biatch.

This is a conspiracy.

You can't expel

the whole year,

- and they know that.

Be quiet, Harriet.

Sit down, everyone.

It's a black-and-white case.

She has to be expelled.

The girl set fire

to the school,

endangering all

our precious lives.

She walked in there,

lighter at the ready,

and tried to burn

the place down.

- Lighter?

- Not now, Jane.

- Have respect for

court protocol.

What lighter, Harriet?

Jesus, Charlotte,

how daft can you possibly be?

That ridiculous 'I heart

LA' lighter of hers.

She left it behind,

for God's sakes.

Except, how do you

know that, Harriet?

No one's mentioned

a lighter before.

What? Yes, they have.

- Objection.

Actually, Harriet,

they haven't.

I have to second Jane's

question, Harriet.

How did you know

about that lighter?

Well, I...

Freddie found the lighter

before anyone saw it.

How could you possibly

know unless...

Unless you were there?

This is absurd. I

refuse to sit here...

and listen to these wild...

I had put it out. And

I heard footsteps.

It must have been you.

Oh, my God.

You restarted the

fire, didn't you?

- Harriet, is this true?

- Of course not.

It all makes sense

now. I knew it.

I think I'm innocent.

- We think so, too.

- You're not.

You awful b*tch.

You've turned this

school upside down.

You've ruined everything.

You started it.

I only finished

what you started.

Harriet? My office, now.

Okay, suckers, show time.

Let's open a can of whoop-ass.

You can do it.

Let's go, Abbey Mount.

Come on, girls.

Take it. Come on.

Come on, guys.

We can bring it

back. Let's go.

You got it.

- Mrs. Kingsley?

- Oh, Mr. Moore, you made it.

- Yes, I did.

Please, come and take a seat.

- Did I miss much?

- No, not at all.

- Where's Poppy?

- She's right there.

She's the spitting

image of her mother,

isn't she?

She most certainly is.

Come on, Abbey Mount.

Take it out there. Come on.

Come on, Abbey

Mount. Let's go.

Two, four, six, eight

Stowe girls are really great.

I don't know. You're

trying really hard.

It's just great, great, great.

We're two-nil up.

They've got no

possession whatsoever.

All right, ladies.

There's only one thing

for it. Let's go.

Who are we?

- Abbey Mount.

- Abbey Mount.

Who are we?

- Abbey Mount.

- Abbey Mount.

What are we?

A leading single-sex school

admitting boarders at age 11.

Wrong. We're winners.

- Come on.

- Pass it, Poppy.

Come along, girls. Well done.

- Abbey Mount.

- Abbey Mount.

Pass to Poppy, quick.

Come on, Poppy.

This is our last chance.

Let's make it count.

Kiki.

Drippy.

Why would you pass it

to me? Oh, my God.

Okay. Somebody, help me.

Where is everyone?

Who do I pass it to?

Jane. Jane. Where are you?

- Yes.

They did it, they did it. Yes.

I told you, you could

do it. I told you.

Poppy.

Dad? My dad. My dad.

What are you doing here?

Mrs. Kingsley called.

She told me you

found out about Mom.

Why didn't you

just tell me, Dad?

I'm sorry, Poppy.

I thought it might

make you too sad.

I did know that you

needed to breathe...

a different kind

of air, though.

Did I do the right thing?

You did. Did you know Mom...

was captain of

the lacrosse team?

Yes.

And I also know that she is...

incredibly proud

of you right now.

As am I.

Daddy, put your back into it.

- Harriet. We think

you forgot this.

Harriet. We think

you forgot this.

Methinks so, too.

Mummy.

Who are we?

Fire.

Major bloody SULA.

- Who's Ruby?

- Nobody.

Just some horridious

cow I used to know.

- Can't do it.

- No way.

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Lucy Dahl

Lucy Neal Dahl (born 4 August 1965) is a British screenwriter and daughter of British author Roald Dahl and American actress Patricia Neal. more…

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