Well done!
Tell Arshad to have the windows facing the street boarded up.
Yes, Your Highness.
...the favour of an early reply.
My felicitations, et cetera.
I was told you wished to see me with Fatima, sir.
Yes, I do. Will you sit down, please, both of you?
Miss Anderson, first let me say that I've always been delighted
with the way you've brought up my children.
However, in a few years' time, Fatima will reach an age when...
Well, as you know, I've had to let the Americans build air bases here
and in the circumstances I thought it advisable
for her to finish her schooling abroad.
I take it it's England you wish to send her to, sir?
It is.
Since my racehorses are there,
I shall be able to visit them and Fatima at the same time.
Had you any particular school in mind, Your Highness?
Well, I thought you might be able to advise me about that, Miss Anderson.
There are many excellent schools where I've no doubt Fatima would be...
Tell Arshad I wish to see him on a domestic matter.
I'm awfully sorry, Your Highness, but... that girl...
- Hm? - She isn't your wife, sir.
- I beg your pardon? - No, sir. She's not on the strength.
She's an American lady writing a series of articles called "The Lure of the Harem"
for the "Saturday Evening Post".
Arshad has no right to do these things without my permission.
You were saying, Miss Anderson?
Well, I've been thinking.
An old school friend of mine is headmistress at a school in Barchester
called St Trinian's.
Barchester? But what could be more convenient?
My horses are trained in the same county.
Would you like me to write to my friend, then, sir?
Will you, please, Miss Anderson?
Inform her mother what I'm proposing, will you?
Her mother?
My dear girl, look in the files!
'The train now standing in platform one is the school special'
'calling at Reading, Hungerford...'
St Trinian's?
Now, girls, put away those whistles at once and get into the train.
Good morning. I'm Prudence Buckland, physics mistress, St Trinian's.
Princes Fatima, I presume.
Miss Fritton, our head, told me to keep a special eye open for little Fatima.
Now, come along, my dear. The train's just off. Thank you so much.
- Yes? - Is that you, Superintendent?
This is Sergeant Goobold of Little Twining speaking. They're back!
I shouldn't be more than five minutes, Sam.
- Bella, hurry up. - OK.
Come along.
Good morning.
Excuse me. My name is Fritton. Clarence Fritton. I'm Bella's father.
She knows! How do, Rose?
How do you do? Actually, I've come to see my sister, Miss Fritton.
She's... she's... she's head...
Oh... Thank you.
Thank you very much. Excuse me.
What a very odd woman. What does she teach?
- Scripture and needlework. - Oh, really?
Bella!
How lovely to see you!
I told you I'd be back!
We have that hurdle yet to cross, my girl.
Now, you just behave yourself and let me do the talking.
Come in.
- Morning, Millie. - Hello, Auntie.
Clarence.
Clarence, I thought I'd made it abundantly clear from my letter
that I had expelled Arabella.
Yes, I know. I know, Millie. I know.
Goodness knows, I've been lenient with her to the point of imbecility!
Monica Drew wasn't expelled when she burnt down the gymnasium.
The gymnasium was insured!
The sports pavilion was not.
I appreciate the distinction, Millie.
I can no longer afford to have... to have continual arson about in my school.
I had to make an example!
But why pick on Arabella?
Clarence, when poor Frieda and I started this school,
during the general strike of 1926,
we vowed to make it the happiest carefree establishment to the whole of Britain.
And what a gay arcadia of happy girlhood it was then until the war broke out.
And such things as good manners and good taste
were replaced by... by your black-market values.
- Why are you in that dreadful get-up? - I'm going to Newbury races.
Hm! Still following those pernicious animals.
Really, Clarence, you're a disgrace to the family.
I'd hardly call you a credit to it, Millie.
Then why are you so anxious for me to take Arabella back?
Business.
I hear that the Sultan of Makyad is sending his daughter to school here.
And what, pray, has that got to do with you or Arabella?
The Sultan of Makyad has a string of first-class racehorses, Millie.
Do you... do you mean to say that you're sending Arabella back here
simply to get you racing information?
But in my world, we live by information.
Really, Clarence, this is a school, not... not Newmarket Heath! Oh!
Now, nothing on earth will persuade me to take Arabella back.
Oh... Oh!
Millie...
You wouldn't like it if I went to Mother
and told her that you had mortgaged the family home up to the hilt, would you?
Mummy would never believe you.
She'd cut you out of her will in a trice and you know it.
But Clarence, you come here with a request like that
without having the grace to offer to pay Arabella's back school fees.
Oh, well, I'll give you something on account.
And supposing, just supposing, I was insane enough to accept,
how long do you expect this evil child to remain here?
Only for this term.
Yes, and I should think so, too. She'll well over school age as it is.
Jane Andrews is older than me.
So's Pogo Williams. What's more, Pogo's married.
Not officially.
Clarence, I'll take £40 in cash and the balance by cheque.
I'm sorry, Millie. A tenner's the top.
Clarence, I said £20 in cash. Not a penny less.
I only wish I could spare it, Millie.
Of course, if you don't...
Oh, I suppose I'm just a foolish weak woman.
And you're an unscrupulous rogue, Clarence.
Come in.
Oh... I'm sorry, Miss Fritton. I didn't know you were engaged.
It's all right, it's all right. We're just going.
I've brought the new girls.
How do you do? Is this the little princess?
Yes, this is her little highness. Bless her!
How are you, my dear? I know your father very well.
He and I are both great animal lovers.
Miss Buckland, bring the children over here, will you, please?
This is my daughter, Arabella.
She's going to be a good friend to you, aren't you?
- You bet! - Come along, girls.
Goodbye, Millicent. I'll tell Mummy you're doing splendidly.
How do you do, my clears?
This is Daphne Potter and Celeste West.
Hello , Daphne, Celeste.
And this is the Princess Fatima.
Ah, yes! And welcome to St Trinian's.
You'll find us all one big happy family here.
Perhaps just a teeny-weeny bit unorthodox,
but, there, that's better than being old-fashioned, isn't it?
You see, in other schools, girls are sent out quite unprepared
into a merciless world.
But when our girls leave here,
it is the merciless world which has to be prepared.
That is why we set great store here on physical fitness.
Lots of games, lots of exercise, a certain amount of food
and, above all, lots and lots of fresh air!
Particularly fresh air!
Thank you.
We're gonna be late if we don't hurry, gov.
Two o'clock's the first race. It's gone one now.
It's only half an hour to the course.
Hold that a minute. Carry on, Sam, and don't dawdle.
OK, gov.
You'll show the girls round the school, won't you, Miss Buckland?
- I will, Miss Fritton. - Right. Off you go.
Good bye!
Ah, Miss Holland, come right in.
- Oh, the post. - It is.
Quite a collection.
There isn't any food in the school.
Unless the tradespeople are paid, there won't be.
- There may be some cheques there. - Cheques are no good.
- Some of them might be! - We need cash!
Want me to draw it on the blackboard?
Unless we get food today, you might as well close the dump.
Please do not refer to my school as a "dump".
Your school?
You mean the bank's school, the pawnbroker's school.
And I suppose that's where the school's challenge cups have gone again.
- I needed a holiday. - You'll have a long one soon.
How do you think you can carry on with an overdraft and bouncing cheques?
Some of them have not bounced, Miss Holland.
They're merely post-dated.
What is the use of cheques dated 1956, 7, 8 and 9?
Well, I was... I was taking the long-term view.
It's this term you want to think about, my lady.
You live in a sort of dream world, queening it over this heathen rabble!
Why don't you enquire what families they come from before you accept them?
You know, Miss Holland, I sometimes think
you haven't one ounce of humanity in you
and I suppose the truth is that I have too much.
Yes, I sometimes think it's just the frustrated mother instinct in me
that... that urges me on.
This... this must be a letter from the Sultan.
Oh, yes. Look, Holland. A cheque. A cheque for two terms in advance.
Miss Fritton, must I keep repeating? We need cash!
Oh, but I dare say, we shall have it, we shall have it.
Oh, just listen to this.
He wants Fatima to take piano, horse riding, Greek dancing,
verse speaking and all kinds of extras.
We need cash! And now!
"I have given Fatima £100 pocket money."
£100...
...pocket money!
Holland, not only do I think that this is the silver lining,
but I fancy it will be muffins for tea.
This is where we, mistresses, relax in our free time.
Hello, everybody.
I said, hello, everybody.
I've brought the new girls to meet you.
This is Fatima, the Princess of Makyad, you know,
Daphne and Celeste.
This is Miss Brimmer. She'll be taking you in art and handicrafts.
- Like a tot, Aggie? - No, thank you.
This is Miss Wilson. She teaches maths.
I say, would you mind getting the kids off the eye line, old sport?
Really, Sybil!
Mademoiselle de Saint Emilion, your French mistress.
Enchantée.
This is Miss Drownder.
She'll be taking you in geography... some of the time. Come along, girls.
And this is Miss Gale who will be taking you in English literature.
'Ello, ducks. How are you? I hope you like it here.
Come along, girls. Come along.
Like it here? Like it here? That's a funny one!
Really, Brimmer, you might at least wait until they're out of earshot!
If Fritton would only pay what she owes me,
I'd have been out of this dump like a shot!
You wouldn't see me for dust.
Oh, if only I had the courage to give myself up.
The food would be better and the company.
I'm not complaining. I haven't got a single jolly qualification.
Still, if we've got to stick here, we ought to make an effort
to prize some dough out of the old witch.
Good morning, all. I hope you enjoyed your holidays.
Oh, this place.
It always reminds me of a ladies' powder room in Port Said.
But if I may interrupt you to tell you
that I've had the usual communication from the Ministry,
only this time they're threatening to close the school.
Thank heavens someone's seen the light.
May I remind you, Miss Waters, that if this school closes,
it'll be at least five years before you see the light.
But, seriously, ladies, I think we ought to attempt
to affect at least an appearance of improvement this term.
I'm sure that if we all pull together,
we can manage the odd school certificate.
You realise none of us has been paid since Easter.
I know that. I know that.
- And, believe me, it's on my conscience. - Well, get if off your conscience!
I have the greatest hopes of doing so. Shortly.
We have several affluent pupils this term,
including the Sultan of Makyad's daughter.
He must be crazy to send her here.
Doubtless, doubtless, but the point is we've got her
and it's not merely what he's prepared to spend.
Goodness knows, money appears to be no object.
He's given her £100 pocket money.
- How much? - £100.
But it's what it may lead to that is important.
I'm told that the Sultan has at least 17 other daughters.
Well, of course, I don't want to be too optimistic, ladies,
but I really think that the tide has ceased to ebb and it's about to...
I understand your father gave you £100 pocket money, my dear.
That's a lot of cash to carry around here. Most unwise. Almost fatal, in fact.
Now, if you give it to me, I'll look after it for you.
Hurry. Come on. Cough up. Where is it?
What's it say?
Well, what do you know! The old so-and-so!
Come on, girls. Off you go to bed. No messing about!
Another bedtime, another term.
Oh, it's good to be back in harness again.
Oh, yes.
For some, just routine, but for us, my dear Prudence,
the breath of life.
Listen.
Term has begun!
Come in.
Superintendent Kemp Bird of the Barchester Constabulary, sir.
Ah, sit down, Superintendent.
It isn't often we have the pleasure of entertaining the police here.
- Cigarette? - Thank you.
I... I'm sorry I wasn't more explicit in my letter.
Thank you.
It's... it's not the sort of thing one can discuss on paper.
Oh, you intrigue me.
Well, it's about a girls' school called... St Trinian's.
Pardon me.
Not at all.
You... you know all about it, I see.
You observe the abnormal size of the "T" file.
What sort of line have you taken?
In the first place, I sent one of my best men to inspect it.
- And what did he report? - He never came back.
- I beg your pardon? - Disappeared. Completely.
- What did you do, then? - Send another man after him.
- Oh, and he bought him back? - No, he disappeared, too.
You sent two inspectors and never heard of either of them again?
- Not a word. - But why didn't you inform the police?
It's hardly the sort of thing the Ministry wants to draw attention to.
Besides, I knew they were all right. They kept drawing their pay.
I put a stop to that in the end.
- You simply accepted the situation? - Superintendent, bear with me, please!
This school has practically reduced me to a nervous wreck!
A year ago, I went to a psychiatrist. He told me to put it out of my mind.
That's what I've done.
Now my secretary just sends them routine letters and I sign them.
My dear fellow, I wouldn't trouble you now,
but there's been a positive crime wave in the area.
Arson, forged fivers, poison pen letters.
I'm surprised to hear the girls can write.
- The trouble is we've no direct evidence. - Ah.
And that's where I really need your help.
I want to get someone to work for me on the inside.
What makes you think he'll come back?
I thought we might get a woman police officer
on the teaching staff for a few months.
If there are any vacancies.
There are always vacancies at St Trinian's.
The significant thing is nothing ever happens during the school holidays.
Oh, the school holidays. Happy clays! I long for them!
Me, too.
I... I suppose you wouldn't care to give me the name of your psychiatrist.
- I'd be delighted, old man. - Oh, thanks very much.
Ah! Just as I thought. There we are.
That's what you're after, I fancy.
'Sergeant Gates to see you, sir.'
Send her in.
Come in.
- You sent for me? - Yes.
I have the most important assignment for you.
Oh, good-oh, Sammy!
How many times must I tell you not to call me "Sammy" in the office?
Sorry, Sammy. Sorry.
Before you joined the police, you taught in a girls' school.
Yes. I was a games mistress.
Quite. That's the reason I've chosen you for this job.
I want you to go into a girls' school, incognito, of course,
and see what's going on there.
It's not St Trinian's?
St Trinian's.
No, Sammy. No. You of all people to send me there!
There are limits. I won't do it!
I shall regard a refusal as a dereliction of duty.
I can't help it. It's not fair. You're taking advantage of me.
Don't be ridiculous.
Yes, you are. After all we've meant to each other.
It's. .. it's rotten!
Now, listen to me, Ruby.
I didn't mean to mention this, but didn't I give you a promotion?
Didn't I take you off the beat?
I know! I know!
Then surely you can do this one little thing in return.
But it's not a little thing. It's... it's horrible!
Ruby, dear, please don't be so... so un-policewomanly.
I can't help it. It's a terrible place!
Why do you suppose I want you to go there?
Don't you see that we must work together to stamp out this... this canker?
But we shan't be together. You'll be here and I'll be there.
We shan't even get to the pictures together.
It won't be forever.
I wrote to the school on your behalf, applying for the post of games mistress.
- You didn't! - They've accepted you.
Who's Chloe Crawley?
That's you, dear.
I couldn't use your real name.
But "Chloe"? That' a terrible name!
And "Crawley". They'll call me "Creepy Crawley".
Why couldn't you have thought of something like "Mavis"?
- You don't look like a Mavis to me, clear. - I hope I don't look like a Chloe either.
No, of course, you don't, dear.
To me, you'll always be just... plain Ruby.
Don't you see, dear, how much this means to us?
And you will do it? For both our sakes?
All right. I'll have to polish up my hockey before I bully off.
What sort of record have we got at hockey?
My dear, the trouble has been to get a fixtures list,
owing to the spirit of defeatism that even our little girls
seem to have instilled into their opponents.
We have won practically every cup in the county.
With the exception of the Markham trophy.
We're playing Billstone Lane for that shortly.
Not... not quite the same class of school perhaps.
We'll never lay the spectre of juvenile delinquency by cold-shouldering it.
Oh, careful.
School cups, I suppose.
Oh, yes, yes, yes. That's right.
They've... they've gone to be "pawnished"... polished!
Quite a collection, Miss Crawley, isn't it?
Sorry I can't show you the gym. We're temporarily out of action.
- What are you doing, Euphemia? - Nothing, Miss Fritton!
Who is that man?
Oh...
You know, I'm not absolutely sure. It could be Harry.
A boot boy I engaged in 1940.
Of course, he was only 12 and didn't have any moustache then,
but, apart from that, I see no reason why it shouldn't be Harry.
The fourth form are amazingly advanced in their chemistry.
Shall we see what they're up to, hm?
Bessie, you will be careful of that nitroglycerin, won't you, pet?
Yes, Miss Fritton.
I told you they're frightfully advanced.
Ah, there you are, Miss Wilson! Well, great activity, as usual.
Oh, rather! But I haven't a clue what they're making.
Really? Well... well, let's see, shall we?
Gangway! Would you mind?
Hold it steady, Molly!
Lower away!
Here it comes now!
This is... It's got something.
I don't quite know what, but send a few bottles up to my room.
Whatever it is, it'll do for the Old Girls' reunion.
Come along now, Miss Crawley.
You must tear yourself away. We've lots more to see, you know.
Practical things like chemistry prove such a natural outlet, I always think.
Oh, dear. Poor little Bessie.
I warned her to be careful of that nitroglycerin.
I think perhaps leave that till you're more used to our ways, Miss Crawley.
Geography.
...Rhone, Burgundy, Pouilly and Chablis.
Quite right, dear.
And now I want you to write down the six best vintage years of champagne
since 1928.
- Bella, your dad wants you on the phone. - OK.
Oh, I'll give your love to the old man.
Miss Crawley, I think that gives you a fair picture of the school.
Quite.
Hi, Pop!
Hello, kid. How are you getting on with the little princess?
'OK. Why?'
Just that it looks as if we might need the little lady sooner than I expected.
You know the horse, Blue Prince,
that Benny and I have entered for the Gold Cup?
Well, we've backed it to win the fortune.
Ah. Now let me tell you.
The Sultan's got a horse he bought from France called Arab Boy,
entered in the same race.
You want the princess to take me to the stables to find out the form. Is that it?
Yes, yes. But not so loud, Bella.
Arab Boy doesn't stand an earthly on the book,
but, well, we'd like to be on an absolute certainty
and they're running it in a trial tomorrow morning.
- Well, what time? - 'Nine o'clock I'm told.'
Nine.
Now, you know what we want. The time, the distance and the weight he carries.
Well, you leave that to me. I'll take a few of the gang along.
OK. OK.
OK. Don't worry, Pop. We'll get the dough.
Jackie, what'll you give me if I tell you what I've just heard?
- What have you heard? - Something you'd like to know.
- What is it? - No!
Let me go! Stop it! Let go of my arm!
- What is it now? - Stop twisting my arm first, you pigs!
It's not fair! I make it my... Oh!
Come on! Spill it!
Well, you know Bella's dad's got a horse in the Gold Cup?
We know!
He's told her to find out the form of the horse
the Sultan's got in the same race.
- Arab Boy! - They're running it in a trial tomorrow.
- What does that mean? - I think we ought to know about it.
Yes! There may be a chance to make some money.
Oh!
- Ready, John? - Yes, sir.
Right-oh, then.
Well, it looks all right on paper,
but it doesn't mean much unless we know the weight.
- Where do they put the weight? - In the saddle, of course!
- Lumps of lead. - How are we going to find that out?
OK. What about the weight?
Leave that to Amanda. That baby's giving him the full treatment.
Corn Exchange, then. Nine o'clock Thursday.
Hurry up, Jackie! As quick as you can!
- I am hurrying! - What does it say?
Listen, rabble!
Making allowance for the weight, according to my reckoning,
Arab Boy ran that trial ten seconds faster
than the horse that won the Gold Cup last year.
We've got to get our money on before the news leaks out!
Why?
Because the price will drop like a stone when it does.
- Don't you know anything about racing? - Not much.
Well, it's time you did at your age.
Come on, kids! Get your lolly together and we'll shove it onto Arab Boy, OK?
I'll whistle up Flash Harry!
How do, lady.
How do.
Here he comes!
Come on, Flash!
What on earth are you doing there?
- Listening. - Go away at once, you disgusting child!
You never know what goes on if you don't keep your ear to the ground.
Now, hurry up or I'll give you 100 lines!
100 lines! We've for a machine for doing them!
It's all we have.
Three nicker? You ain't gonna make a fortune on that, are you?
How about our gin money, Harry?
What about...? Oh, no, no. I haven't flogged it yet.
It ain't everyone who like home-made gin.
There's a lot of good stuff on the market nowadays.
I've just thought of something! What about the 100 quid Fatima's got?
I haven't got it. Miss Fritton has.
Supposing if we could get it off her. Would you lend it to us?
- It's in a good cause, Fatty. - She'd never part with it.
Why not? It's your lard, innit? Why don't you put the screws on the old custard?
There you are, at last.
Because I warded off the tradespeople, do think you can forget about it?
Miss Holland, I pay you to attend to my accounts.
Would you kindly get up out of my chair?
Huh-huh! One really can't call anything one's own in this place.
You're right there. We've got £400 in the bank and we owe £4,000.
What? £4,000? Oh, dear.
Oh, are you... are you quite sure?
Of course I'm sure! Look for yourself!
Right. I don't want to look. Figures mean nothing to me.
They will when the bailiffs arrive.
And while I'm here, I should like to give you my fortnight's notice.
I'm taking a job with the pools.
It will be heaven to be in the money again.
Come in.
Can we see you, Miss Fritton, please?
Hm? Oh, yes, yes, yes. I suppose so.
If you... if you must.
Can I have my pocket money, please?
Why? Whatever for, Fatima?
Because it's hers.
Do you have to bring your friends with you to ask for your pocket money?
- They want to borrow some, don't you? - But borrowing is against the rules.
But we'll pay it back on Thursday when the gee wins.
The gee?
You mean you want to borrow Fatima's money to put upon a horse?
It's her dad's horse.
The very idea of asking me for money to gamble upon racehorses!
It isn't gambling. Arab Boy's a stone-cold certainty. He can't lose.
We watched the trial.
He did the distance in 6 minutes 12 seconds.
- Carrying 12 and something. - The price is 10-1 now.
If we can rake up 50 quid, we'll get £500 back on Thursday!
Girls, girls, girls! You're making me blench!
- Off to your rooms at once! - But, Miss Fritton, it's an investment!
At once, at once! Do you hear?
10-1?
£400 at 10-1.
Must be about £4,000.
If you are practising for your Tenderfoot badge, mind doing it elsewhere?
- Yes, Miss Fritton. - Thank you, Miss Crawley.
My name is Fritton. Millicent Fritton. I'm headmistress here.
- I know, lady. - Oh, you do.
Well, I'm afraid I don't know you. Do you mind telling me your name?
Harry.
Harry. Oh, Harry was the name of a boot boy I engaged in 1940.
- That's me. - Oh, I was right.
Then, tell me are you... are you still... polishing?
No.
Of course, I don't wish to pry,
but do you mind telling me what you do do?
I trade. Gin. Nylons. Anything.
Oh, really?
Well, in that case, I suppose you know something
about the... about the workings of the racing world.
Racing? Brought up on it. My dad sold race cards.
Funny, innit? Beginning like that and ending up in a public school.
Yes, quite, but what I want from you now is some racing information.
Do you want a winner?
No, no. I... I already have the winner.
What I want to know is how to... to invest money on it.
'Ere, it's not this Stone Ginger, is it? You know, the Sultan's horse?
- It is the Sultan's horse. - Oh, no trouble at all.
You slip me the mazuma. I'll nip down to Alf. The same as I do for the girls.
Girls? Are you telling me that you take betting money from my girls?
What, if it wasn't for this place, how do you think old Alf
would go off with his wife and kids to the "riverara" every year, eh?
Eh? How much do you want on?
I am not sure that I want anything on.
But if I... if I were to put something on,
it would be... £400.
- Come again. - £400 and I should want 10-1.
Cor! What a dame, eh? What a dame!
It just shows you how you can be wrong about people, dunnit, eh?
400 smackers, eh? 400 smackers. Ante-post, I suppose.
Ante who?
Ante-post. Backing the nag before the day of the race.
Oh, a load of dough like that is gonna take a lot of placing.
- Must you keep pacing about like this? - Mm, yes. I must pace. Oh, must pace.
If I don't pace, I can't concentrate. If I can't concentrate, I can't think.
On a folding-money job this size, they'll want to know the stuffs good.
- You'll have to come with me now. - What?
- Me? Go with you? - Yeah.
Oh, dear.
Oh... well, I... suppose this is one occasion in life
when one must sacrifice one's finer instincts.
'Ere... is that your mum?
I beg your pardon?
Oh, yeah, there couldn't be no mistake there!
- Oh, what a couple of dames, eh? - Look, I'll call a taxi.
And meet you outside the school gates in ten minutes.
Okey-doke. 'Ere...
Oh, you know, funny, me and you meeting like this
after all these years, eh?
It's extraordinarily amusing, but never mind about that now.
Right. We'll chew it over in the taxi, eh? Outside the gates. Ten minutes.
Yes, and try not to be too conspicuous.
Me? Conspicuous? Lady, I'm the invisible man.
Your daughter, sir.
- Bella! You haven't been expelled again? - No! It's about the trial.
I didn't think it was safe to phone.
Hold on a minute, Benny. Bella's here. She's got news.
Benny's scared. The price of Arab Boy has dropped.
Well, no wonder.
He did the Gold Cup distance in 6 minutes 12 seconds, carrying 12, 3.
12, 3.
- Er, 12... 12, 3? That's impossible! - No mistake, Pop.
- Are you absolutely sure? - Absolutely.
No, no. It can't be, it can't be.
No, no. That'd make Arab Boy ten pounds better than the Prince.
What am I to do? I've got a fortune on the Prince.
- Can't you lay it off? - What?
With every single penny I've got on the Prince, don't be a fool!
The Prince has just got, got, got to win!
Hello. Hello, Benny, Benny. Come down at once! I've got news.
No, no, no, not bad news. Disastrous!
I don't know how I ever got into partnership with such a nervous wreck!
Couldn't we nobble Arab Boy, Pop?
Don't you dare talk like that here!
Well, we've got Arab Boy's stable lad eating out of our hands.
We could fix him with 100 nicker, easy as falling off a log.
I'm not listening!
Fancy you suggesting schemes like that to your poor distracted father!
Go on! Go on! Back to school, where you belong, you... you wicked girl.
OK. But think it over, Pop. You're in a spot.
And we've got the contact and we've got the organisation.
Talk it over with Benny.
Leave this office at once!
Well, if you change your mind, slip down tomorrow.
There'll be some parents down for the hockey match. So long!
Come on, girls! At the double, for goodness' sake!
Come on! You know the match starts in half an hour.
OK!
Come on, girls! You really are the laziest lot I ever saw!
Matron mended the net.
You might at least show some keenness by getting it up.
Listen, we don't wanna know!
Well, really! At my other school...
You know, it's a funny thing. Surely this goal's smaller than that one.
- Only two feet. - It's our goal!
How do you know it's our goal? We haven't won the toss yet.
- We always win the toss. - How?
Hold this.
Two heads? That's cheating!
- Nark it! - No, I refuse to nark it.
What's the advantage? You've got to change over for the second half.
- Never is a second half. - Give it to me! Gracious me!
I thought hockey was a game,
but with you girls it's more like jungle warfare.
Lucretia, hold this thing taut at the back.
Girls!
Girls! Amanda!
Come back! I never saw such girls!
Come back this minute!
Come back! Amanda!
Girls!
Girls! You really are a crummy lot!
Girls!
Girls! Where are you? Girls!
Hello, darling!
Hello. Who's this?
It's Creepy, our new games mistress.
Come on in, sport. Make yourself at home.
Give her a drink, Bubbles, dear.
Mademoiselle, would you tell me what's going on?
Lunch!
Poulet a Ia culbufera!
Aubergines a la vauclusienne avec pommes Pont-Neuf. Voila!
I've never seen anything so disgusting in my life. At a girls' school, too.
I shall go and tell Miss Fritton at once.
Come in.
Miss Fritton, you have no idea what's going on in the summerhouse.
There are two strange men in there. It's practically an orgy!
What are you saying, Miss Crawley? What are they doing?
They're having a "French" lunch.
- The lotus eaters. - The what?
The lotus eaters, they... they meet and discuss things, I believe.
Mr Rowbottom-Smith is our gardener and Mr Woodley is our fencing master.
They used to be with the Ministry of Education,
so, you see, there's nothing to worry about.
You mean they're Ministry of Education inspectors?
Well, they were, but they seemed to like it better here.
We were short of staff, you know, and somehow, well, it all fitted in.
The girls adore them!
The whole situation has me bereft of words! I can only say...
What can I say?
Whatever you like, Miss Crawley. Only please...
Ah, that must be our girls giving a rousing welcome to their opponents.
Well, now, I've given you a congé. Your place is on the hockey field.
Yes, Miss Fritton.
Psst!
What are you doing here? Will you please knock before entering?
No! I don't want nobody to see me!
'Ere, there's something going on in this joint.
- Isn't there always? - This letter. I opened it this afternoon.
Posted in the school box by one of your mistresses.
Tell me, do you always open the school correspondence?
- Not all of it. - Oh. Give me that letter at once.
What's this?
"The Superintendent Kemp Bird. Barchester Constabulary, Barchester"?
- It's from Miss Crawley. - But it's signed "Sergeant Gates".
Ah, that's her, see?
"Re: St Trinian's I have to report..."
Do you mean that this woman is a detective?
A copper's nark in skirt.
Oh, dear. Oh, but this is terrible.
"Re: St Trinian's I have to report the following,
"that there is an illicit still on the premises."
It ain't a still. It's a home-made gadget for making bathtub gin.
"There is a man here called Flash Harry who..."
- Is that...? - Yeah.
But she had no right to call me that in official documents.
- "...who acts as a contact man..." - That's a lie! I'm a go-between.
"And gambling is rife in the school
"and there is a complete racing service..."
What have you got in your hair?
'Oney and flowers.
Well, do you mind putting on your hat?
"I cannot stand it much longer.
"No woman has suffered so much for love."
Signed, Ruby. And followed by five crosses.
You know, it's my deduction that that's a private signal
between him and her.
The sheer effrontery of sending a private detective here!
What a bloomin' nerve! Ain't been no murders here. Not so far.
- What are you gonna do about it? - I don't know. I really don't know!
- What me to fix her? - Certainly not!
- What do you mean "fix her"? - Chuck her out.
Oh, is that all? No, on the whole, that would only precipitate trouble.
Ignore her. Tear up that letter. Get rid of that contraption in the laboratory.
- And take a holiday in Southend. - I don't like Southend.
Well, wherever you wish to go.
Though I strongly disapprove of you opening letters,
I'm prepared to make an exception in the case of Miss Crawley.
Leave it to Flash.
Sit down, Pop.
I figured you'd come round to my way of thinking, so I got the gang together.
- So you did. - We've got it all laid on the line.
Amanda takes Bert, the stableboy, to the flicks tonight and swings it on him.
£100 an hour and another £100 when the Prince wins.
200 quid?
What are you proposing that this... this Bert should do?
- Can you get hold of a horse box? - Why?
Send it to the school riding stables outside the village at four tomorrow.
Arab Boy will be in number one box.
Are you suggesting that we... we should steal the horse?
- No! Borrow it! - Borrow it?
Just for a couple of days. You only want the Prince to win.
Get cracking, sisters! We've got to win this cup!
Stick around, Pop, and see some hot hockey!
A real chip 0' the old block, she is! What a girl!
Don't say that, Benny. Don't say that!
It makes my blood run cold.
- It should be a very pleasant experience. - Yes, yes.
Come on, sillies! Where's your stick?
T-O-U-G-H B-A-B-I-E-S!
Tough babies! St Trinian's!
Heads.
10-1 against Bilston. Place your bets now!
Patronise the old firm...
Did you see that? Did you see what that girl did to the referee?
Yes! Yes, indeed. And a goal! A goal!
But there's no referee!
- There's no referee! - No.
Place your bets now!
But you can't conceivably allow that goal!
The referee is unconscious.
We don't usually worry.
I demand that another referee be appointed at once.
10-1 Bilston. 10-1...
50-1 Bilston!
Look what's going on over there! Look at that girl with a croquet mallet.
If you don't appoint a referee at once, I shall stop the game!
I've never seen such an... an exhibition of savagery!
I shall stop it at once!
I did warn her.
Wonderful!
I must congratulate you on a thoroughly sterling performance.
Now Arabella, as Captain, I am delighted to present you
with the Markham Challenge trophy.
Ah, a token presentation, of course, Arabella,
as I shall be putting this into safe custody.
All right! All right! I'll tell! Let me off this thing!
Full astern, Maudie.
Bella and her gang are going to steal Arab Boy.
Steal him?
The stableboy is helping them.
We can't let them get away with this. If Arab Boy doesn't run, we'll lose money.
We'll have to hurry up.
Got the rope? They'll miss me in a minute.
- Don't panic! Lie down! - You've got your story?
Yes. Thugs. I never saw them before. They tripped me with a wire.
- Got the mallet, Amanda? - Mallet? What for?
We want to make it look good for your sake.
- You're not going to hit me! No! - Amanda's doing it.
- Oh, don't worry! - Is he out?
Mm-hm. Yep. OK, Bella. Be there in 20 minutes.
If it's stop press now, it'll be headlines in the morning.
I'm nervous, Benny.
- We get £60,000 if it comes off. - And three years if it doesn't.
- Do you have to make jokes like that? - I wasn't joking.
I wish Sammy would ring!
It must have taken him a couple of hours to get the horse to his place.
Sam, I told you not to come near this office!
Something's gone wrong, gov. We went...
I've got a couple of tickets on the eight o'clock plane to Paris!
We haven't got the horse! When we got to the stables, it wasn't there.
That's right. We looked in the right box and the other boxes. No such animal.
You didn't seen anything when you were dragged from the horse?
I just caught a glimpse of a man's mackintosh, sir.
I see. What kind of a mackintosh?
An old grey one, sir. I don't remember any more.
All right. That'll do for now. I shall want to see you again later.
- Bring in Fred Smith, Constable. - Hey, Smith...
How long has that lad been with you?
About a year. He handles the horses well enough.
What do you make of him, Doctor?
Nothing fake about the way he was knocked out. Looked like a mallet blow.
He certainly didn't do it himself!
I just want to ask you one question, Smith.
You were out on the downs at exercise with Faning. See anyone around?
Well, nobody, sir. Faning dropped back on Arab Boy.
When I looked around, there was no sign of them or anyone else,
except a bunch of girls in the distance.
Out riding from some school called St Trinian's.
Oh, no.
Sammy, it's me, but I was in bed.
'Course I'm working!
I'm in the sunny, Sammy. Well, I got hit on the head with a mallet.
You, too? What happened?
At the hockey match. Haven't you had my report?
I haven't had a line from you.
Look, I'm on a whale of a case. A racehorse has been stolen.
The Sultan of Makyad's Arab Boy entered for the Gold Cup tomorrow.
Some of the St Trinian's girls were seen riding
near the spot where the horse disappeared.
Find out what they were doing.
Oh, I say! How jolly pulse-throbbing! I wonder what they're up to!
Yes, of course I'm going to try and find out, Sammy.
No need to be so beastly.
I say, Sammy, I know this is a frightfully important job,
you know, for you and for me.
If I sort of, well, you know, if I did pull it off, could it be wedding bells?
If you don't, it'll be curtains!
Oh, Sammy.
You know, Albertina, if anyone had said this would happen to me,
a jolly old school inspector strolling with a smashing French mistress...
- You make me laugh, Robbie! - Do I?
I suppose I do seem rather English to you at times, Albertina, old scout.
Only funny English, Robby.
Yes, I'm sorry. It's the Ministry of the Ed, you know.
It's difficult to get the blood pounding uncontrollably after 14 years at a desk
with only the odd day trip to Boulogne
to give a chap a whiff of the joie de vivre.
I love you for it, Robby.
By Jove! Do you really?
Well, come in here and... have a Guinness.
- The drinks are over here. - Aren't you going to turn on the lights?
- Oh. Do you want me to? - Not if you don't want to.
I thought we might have a couple of boissons dans le noir sur le sofa.
- Do you love me, Robby? - Et comment!
- What was that? - What was what?
Robbie! Something's breathing down my neck!
By Jove! A horse!
In here! Ridiculous!
What the blazes is all this?
Psst! Old Woodley's coming through the woods with Amanda.
Get that nag out. Is she gets her peepers on it, Bella will know in a flash.
- But where are we going to take him. - Never mind. Let's get him out first!
Don't say a word to Amanda about this, will you?
- Why not? - Because he's got to win tomorrow.
I don't get the hang of this. Why should we keep quiet?
- Shall I fix him? - OK, Flash.
What? But...
What... what are you doing? Well, I'm hanged!
Hello? Mr Alf, the bookmaker?
This is Miss Fritton of St Trinian's speaking.
I've just read in the paper that Arab Boy has disappeared.
"Bad luck" is not the word for it, Mr Alf.
I was positively counting on collecting £4,000 from you. Yes.
Well, know, look, Mr Alf, if the horse doesn't turn up,
would you please be good enough to return me my £400
to reach me by Friday morning?
You see, I... What?
I don't quite follow you, Mr Alf. I don't get what back?
Now, please, please. Don't be absurd, my good man.
If I go into a telephone booth and make a call
and the horse or the person I'm calling is not there,
well, I simply press button "B" and I get...
Haven't you read our rules?
Rules? Rules? But I'm not interested in your rules.
I want my money back!
Well, you better start looking for the horse yourself.
Now, where do you expect me to go looking for a horse?
Mr Alf?
Operator? Operator? Op...
May I speak to you, Miss Fritton?
- Not just now, Miss Crawley. - I must!
- I beg your pardon? - There's something I've got to ask you.
Could you tell me, please, which girls went riding?
This is neither the place nor the time. If you...
Why?
Some of the girls were on the downs when a racehorse disappeared.
- Well? - Well, they might have seen something.
And if they did?
I thought they might like to help the police.
I mean, Guide's honour. We're all Girl Guides, aren't we?
Are we? Some of us may have aspired beyond that happy state, Miss Crawley.
The girls are in bed and I'm not going to disturb them
to satisfy your morbid curiosity.
- Yes, but I- - Will you return to what concerns you?
- But it does concern- - Yes, Miss Crawley?
- Nothing, Miss Fritton. - Hm.
Girls, girls, you know perfectly well that pets are not allowed in dormitories
and under the same rule, Mr Harry, I doubt if you should be here either.
Am I right in thinking that this animal is Arab Boy?
- Yes, Miss Fritton. - Harry...
Now, tell me the truth, Harry, have you had anything to do with this?
- Me? Oh, lady! - I'm glad, Harry.
Bella pinched him because she wants her dad's horse to win.
But we nipped in and swiped him from her, didn't we?
Yes!
Why didn't you take the animal back to the stables? Why bring him here?
Because if we took him back now, they'd nobble him.
One of the stableboys is in their pay.
Then surely the most sensible thing would have been to phone the police.
Just what I told 'em.
You can't go dragging a reputable racehorse like him from pillar to post.
Certainly not!
How do you propose to get him back?
Fatima's father arrives at London Airport at six in the morning.
She's going to phone him.
And tell him the horse is here? Half the school appearing in the juvenile courts?
She's right. We don't want our good name dragged through the mud.
Of course not. There is only one thing to do.
The animal must be taken out of here secretly at dawn.
Fatima can ride it back to the stables and say that she found him straying.
- That's a wizard idea! - Yes!
Meanwhile, I shall telephone to the police anonymously, Harry,
and tell them about that stableboy.
Oh, what a dame, eh?
Now, set your alarms, girls, for six o'clock.
Yes, Miss Fritton.
And I want every girl here to promise on her Guide's honour
not to breathe a word about this.
We promise, Miss Fritton.
It's Parents' Day tomorrow, so I want every single shred of evidence
that the horse has been here removed.
Yes, Miss Fritton!
Now, off to your bed at once, girls! As quickly as you can.
And remember that St Trinian's expects
that every fourth-form girl, tomorrow morning, will do her duty.
Yes, Miss Fritton.
- Good night, girls! - Night, Miss Fritton!
Good night, lady. Good night!
- Harry, this way. - Of course.
Bella! Bella! Wake up!
Oh, I'll brain you!
The fourth form have got a horse in the dorm.
You're Crazy'
See for yourself! It's looking out of the window. Think it's Arab Boy?
I say, look at Arab Boy! He's got his head out the window!
Get him back quickly!
Ah, now, don't worry, Pop. He's in that dormitory to stay.
But we're going to need help when things hot up.
How long will you be? Oh, you'd better warn the boys it's Parents' Day today.
We can't have the police dragged into this.
OK. We'll hold the fort till then. So long!
OK. They're on their way.
- Where's Gladys? - Working on the dormitory door.
Celeste, you go down and see if the coast is clear.
It's locked!
- It can't be! - Who's done that? Blimey!
- How's it going, kids? - It'd take a tank to get out of there.
Ladies and gentlemen, we are faced with open rebellion.
The sixth form have imprisoned the fourth form in their dormitory,
I regret to say with a racehorse.
- Not this Arab Boy? - Yes, this Arab Boy.
It is absolutely imperative that it runs today for all our sakes.
- Our sakes? - Yes. I have put the school funds on it.
So if you want to collect your salaries, you must help to release it.
So the jolly old stipend is on a non-runner!
Now I propose to storm the barricades.
I am sure that if we make one consulted charge, we shall carry the clay.
So, arm ourselves and follow me. There is not one moment to lose!
You see, I think the men should go first. They did last time when the bishop came.
I say, look here. Must we?
I say, shall we utter frightful war cries?
That, I feel, is optional.
But remember Napoleon's precept that the essence of attack is surprise.
Come along now. Quietly. Quickly. Shh.
Shh.
- Are you ready? - Yes.
Advance!
Do you think you can make it, Fritters?
I've got to. I've got to!
What on earth is happening? ls anything wrong?
The natives have risen, old sport!
Miss Crawley, do you still wish to question the girls about that racehorse?
Well, I only thought-
It's the sixth form you want. They're upstairs now. Go quickly, quickly.
Perhaps I should.
Believe me you should.
Collect her in 30 seconds.
Who's that? Harry...
'Ere, it's people!
What? The parents already? We can't possibly let them see us like this.
Miss Buckland, get the Brownies' campfire going at once.
Yes, Miss Fritton.
Come on, Woodley!
Here, what are we gonna do about that mob upstairs?
When the parents are round the Brownies' campfire,
we will renew the attack,
but this time we'll be properly armed.
Great Scot the Zulu war!
Gangway, please! Gangway!
Phew! What a weight!
Knocked cold. What'll we do with her?
- Put her in my bathroom. Lock the door. - Lock the door?
Yes. Miss Crawley is a police officer in disguise.
By George! We're for it now!
This means Holloway for me.
You may not be the only one, Miss Waters. Let me see.
Harry, you appear to be the only one unscathed.
Keep the parents at bay until we get cleaned up.
And I feel sure that if we keep our heads, complete disaster may yet be averted.
I'm very sorry, sir, gentlemen, but you can't come in here.
- OK, son. - No, no, no! Not now! Not now!
You don't want to worry about that.
There's nothing in here of interest to you, you parents. It's outside.
- What is? - The Brownies' campfire.
- Are you taking the rise out of us? - No! Straight up!
They're burning good stuff. No rubbish.
Hold it, boys.
- Do you know where my daughter is? - Upstairs, Mr Fritton.
Wait here, Benny.
You a teacher?
Erm, in a way.
- Never bargained for this sort of caper. - No.
'Ere... them people outside, they ain't parents.
Your brother's with 'em. He's out there with a mob of his hobos.
- What on earth is he doing here? - Search me.
Good morning, Millicent. I'd like a few words with you.
And I'd like more than a few with you.
Leave us, Harry. I wish to speak with my brother alone.
How you have the audacity, Clarence, to show your face in here today,
I do not know.
You put Bella up to this, so your horse wins today.
You don't give a fig what happens to my school!
If this comes out, my girls will be dragged through the police courts.
Why should it come out?
How can it be prevented with a horse in a fourth-form dorm
barricaded in by Bella and all her friends?
Clarence, you will order them to stop this criminal lunacy at once!
Millie, I stand to lose a fortune
if Arab Boy gets there and wins this afternoon!
I am concerned with the reputation of my school!
Oh, I shall never, never forgive you, Clarence!
That you should do this to me on Parents' Day!
Parents' Day of all days!
I brought the boys down suitably dressed. They can mix with your parents.
Why did you bring them here?
To make sure that that horse stays here till after the race.
It is leaving here in time for the race. I shall see to that.
- And I'll see that it doesn't. - Hm.
I'm sorry you're so unreasonable, Millicent.
I don't know who you're trying to phone,
but I'm afraid you'll find you've been cut off.
Sam, Joe, Bill. Three more of you boys. Come with me, will you?
What's happening, Florrie?
The sixths are holding the corridors. Bella's father brought a gang to help.
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 all those blankets together.
- 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, I think I'd better not.
- 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.
Can I change horses with you?
- 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 to trace the missing animal,
'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...'
He's lying fourth now, 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,
I am going to appeal to your 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,
in order to allow them to return it unseen.
- Right, Miss Wilson. - Right-oh.
Quickly now, girls. Come along.
Right, Miss Wilson. Lights, please.
..Two, pull!