Malory Towers (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - The Slap - full transcript

Dratted stuff!

Don't get angry
with the thread, Darrell.

Patience.

And, Irene, pay attention.

Your stitches are all over
the place.

As for you, Alicia, you're going
far too quickly and carelessly.

Look at those gaps.

Miss Potts?

Nice work, Gwen,
but the stonework isn't pink.

I like pink.

That's as may be, but it doesn't
match what the others are doing.



Girls!

Is she telling us what's wrong
with our sewing or with us?

There's nothing wrong with me,

apart from the fact I'm stuck in
here with this beastly tablecloth.

Miss Potts, can we swim
for the second half of the lesson?

Oh, yes, please.

It is very warm.

Very well, you may swim.

If you finish this section.

Oh. Can't we carry on?

I love domestic science.

I also think we should carry on,
Miss Potts.

Only because you hate cold water.

Needlework is an essential skill
for a lady.



And some of us need a lot of help
in that department.

I don't want to be a lady.
I want a career.

Oh, no.

I'm stuck. I'm stitched to my dress.

Irene, didn't you hear what I said
about paying attention?

I suppose I wasn't paying attention.

Sorry, Miss Potts.

Don't worry, Irene, I'll help.

I'll have you out of there
in a jiffy.

Just cut here...

and here.

Oh, I'm free!

Gwen, look what you've done.
You've cut almost the whole lot.

They're all going to unravel now.

I had to, to help Irene.

Take a 20-minute break, girls,

but I'm afraid it will be sewing
next lesson after all.

This is hopeless.

Let me have a go.
You really think you can fix it?

Well, I'm not making any promises,

but fetch me a glass of water
and I'll see what I can do.

Emily, you're an absolute brick.

Careful! My hair!

It curls like anything
when it gets wet.

You cut those stitches on purpose

just to get out of swimming.

No!

The fact that you think that
says more about you than it does me,

Darrell Rivers.

Wow. This is
astonishing work, Emily.

And so quick. That's amazing.

It looks like you can swim
after all.

Alicia, please tell the rest
of the class. Jolly good.

Splendid.

Apart from you, Darrell.
I'm sorry, did you forget?

You didn't hand in
last night's prep.

Oh, no, I haven't.

Sorry.

Not to worry.

But no swimming
until it's delivered.

Argh! The ghost.

It's just the wind.

How can you not believe in Lady Jane
when things like this happen?

It's a hot day, Mary-Lou, honestly.

Matron probably left
the window ajar.

I need to get my kit. Oh...

Still doing that English prep?
Can I help?

Erm, I'm nearly done.

Witches.

No, no H.

No H.

Witches. Of course!

Sorry. Again?! So sorry. Oh!

Hang on, the pool's that way.

We're going to the san.

Poor Mary-Lou's got sunstroke.

We don't know that for sure,
Gwendoline.

Sunstroke? That's ridiculous.

Actually, it's a ghastly business.

I'm feeling a bit iffy myself.

But... neither of you
ever go into the sun.

You avoid it like the plague
because you don't want freckles.

That's true.
We always sit in the shade.

Do you have a headache?

Are you feeling sick? Dizzy?

Then it's not sunstroke,
right, Margaret?

Right. I'm impressed.

My father's a doctor.

Going to the san will just
waste Matron's time.

And nobody wants to do that.

Off you go, girls. To the pool.

And if you are feeling hot,
the cold water will do you good.

Being a doctor's daughter
doesn't make you a doctor.

You can miss swimming
if you want, Gwen,

but it's unfair to use
Mary-Lou like that.

I wasn't using anyone.

I was genuinely concerned
about Mary-Lou.

And you're a nasty piece of work
to think otherwise, Darrell Rivers.

Come on, Mary-Lou!

Go on, Irene. Jump!

Come on in.

It looks so lovely.

Come on, jump in. I dare you.

I prefer the ladylike way.

Ugh!

Are you all right?

Of course.

I love swimming.

It's just that first cold plunge
when you go in.

Urgh!

I wish I could swim like that.

I can swim like that!

If I want.

Show offs!

Darrell Rivers thinks
she's so marvellous.

She is quite marvellous though,
isn't she?

That looks such fun.

Anyone can do that.

I'll dunk you
if you want to be dunked.

Oh, no.

I can't hold my breath underwater.
It just takes practice.

Here, I'll help you.

Gwen!

This is how Darrell Rivers plays.
Do you really think it's fun?

No, Gwen! Stop that!

Gwen, don't! Stop!

You beast!

Darrell Rivers,
what were you thinking?

She attacked Mary-Lou.

The only one I saw attacking
was you.

I'm ashamed of you.

Well, I'm ashamed of you.

If I were head of form, I'd jolly
well see that girls like Gwendoline

left ones like Mary-Lou alone.
Darrell!

Get out of the pool now.

It's a good thing the lifeguard
didn't see you do that,

or a mistress.

What the devil was that all about?
What happened, Gwendoline?

Are you all right, Mary-Lou?

Right, come to the common room.

North Tower girls, as soon as you're
dressed, I'm calling a meeting.

What did them stones ever do to you?

Ron.

All right?

Not really.

A humbug will make everything
seem better.

Trust me.

I swapped it for my butter ration.

I did something awful.
I... I hit someone.

A girl in my class. A catfight?

She must have done something
pretty bad. She did.

But so did I
and I have to apologise.

An apology?

Crikey.

Take the bag. Two humbugs.

One now, one for later.

You'll need it.

What's a form meeting?
Like a council.

We talk about what happened
and decide what to do.

Katherine's in charge.
She's head of form.

Who would have thought Darrell
could be such a little Spitfire?

Do you think the reason Darrell had
to leave her old school was...?

Because she walloped someone? Irene!
What? It's what we're all thinking.

And is she going to wallop
one of us?

We don't know what happened
at Darrell's old school

and we actually don't know
what happened just now.

I don't think we should
judge anyone until we do.

Wow. Do you just save all your words
up for when you really need them?

You should try it.

There you are. Come on.

Slow down, girls. No need to rush.

Sorry, Miss Grayling.

Is everything quite all right,
Katherine?

Fine, thank you, Miss Grayling.

If there's anything we can't manage,
I'll let you know.

Something's afoot.

Don't worry, I'll keep an eye.

Hm.

Gwendoline.

I am so sorry for what I did.

Please accept my apology.

I... I was so awfully angry

and I couldn't stop myself, but it
was utterly wrong and I am sorry.

I should hope you are.

If my mother knew girls at
Malory Towers behaved like you did,

she'd never have sent me here.

And you called me a beast!

There must be a reason
Darrell exploded like that.

Reason or not, cheeking Katherine -
that was jolly rude!

All right, settle down.
We all know why we're here.

We may like Darrell, but we can't
let that sort of thing pass.

Katherine, please don't punish her!

She saved me from drowning!
Mary-Lou, please,

I'm quite sure Gwendoline
wasn't trying to drown you.

Mm-hm.

Did anyone actually see
what happened?

We should hear both Gwendoline
and Darrell's sides of the story.

Either way, it's obvious Darrell
should apologise.

To you, Katherine, and to Gwen.

We'll send her to Coventry
until she does.

None of us will speak to her
or look at her.

We'll just pretend
she's not in the room,

like I do with stewed prunes
at breakfast.

That's horrible. Isn't that
just as awful as slapping someone?

Sorry for interrupting.

Don't mind me.

You all look very serious.

Anything I can help with?

Just finishing up a meeting.

Very well.

Darrell?

Everything all right?
Yes, Miss Potts.

If you're looking for the others,
they're just in the common room.

Right. Thank you, Miss Potts.

Congratulations on your story,
by the way.

Much better spelling.

Good progress.

Darrell... I know it's not easy
being new.

Do come and talk to me
if there's anything worrying you.

And if you don't feel you can come
to me, go to the head of your form.

Katherine will absolutely know
how to help.

Yes. T-Thank you, Miss Potts.

I won't send Darrell to Coventry.

What good is an apology
if it's forced out of a person?

Hello, Darrell.

Now, look here, Darrell...

Katherine, sorry to interrupt,
but I must apologise.

I'm most awfully sorry
I spoke to you like that.

I was in a rage, but it's no excuse.

Oh, I see.

Apology accepted. Thank you.

When I came to Malory Towers,

I promised that I wouldn't lose
my temper any more, and I have.

It's an awful fault of mine
and I'm utterly ashamed of it.

They do say the best thing you can
do with a fault is own up to it.

Or just not have it.

Darrell, I don't know what Gwen did,

but if she did do something wrong,
it's not up to you to punish her.

That's my job, or Miss Potts',
not yours.

That means there's something
you have to do.

A difficult thing,
and you're not going to like it.

Gwendoline?

Afternoon, Miss Potts!

If you want to hear what's going on,
stand inside so they can see you.

Go on.

Gwen, there you are.

Darrell, would you please apologise
to Gwendoline? Of course.

That's no trouble,
I already apologised.

You fibber, Darrell Rivers!
You never did! You know I did.

You're lying!

Now you can all see what sort of
girl Darrell Rivers really is!

A liar. I'm not a liar! I don't lie!

I apologise for what happened,
again.

It was out of order
and I am very sorry.

Easy to say, but how do any of us
know you won't do it again?

What I did was wrong, Gwen,
but so was what you did to Mary-Lou.

We were just playing a dunking game,
like you and Alicia.

Mary-Lou asked to play.
Isn't that right, Mary-Lou?

Mm-hm. You held her under for too
long! She was struggling to breathe!

You didn't ask for that, did you?

I...

I don't want to get
anyone in trouble.

Gwendoline, I think you owe
Mary-Lou an apology.

I'll say it to please you all.

Sorry.

But in my heart, I know I've
absolutely nothing to apologise for!

Thank you, everyone.
The matter's closed.

Just look at that horrible mark
Darrell Rivers left!

Yes, huge. However will you cope?

I think she's bruised the bone.

I'm going to have to go to Matron!

If you're really worried,
of course you should. I am!

But if there's nothing actually
wrong with you,

it looks like you're just
telling tales, doesn't it?

Thank you so much for saving my life
this afternoon, Darrell.

Don't exaggerate. I'm not.

I'm sorry I didn't speak up earlier.

I'd explain it all properly,
but Gwen was there.

Oh, Mary-Lou! You do know
if you don't pull yourself together,

people will walk all over you
for your whole life?!

I'm sorry! I just clammed up.

If I try to hold my temper, could
you try to be a little bit braver?

How much braver?

Did you get to the bottom of what
was happening with the first form?

It was something to do with
Darrell Rivers. Mm-hm.

Do the girls know about
her last school?

No. I promised her a fresh start.
Well...

she is full of goodwill
and enthusiasm.

I think she has great potential,
and a fine sense of justice.

In fact, she reminds me
of one of our best girls.

You were quite hot-headed
once upon a time.

Let's be clear, though,
unlike Darrell Rivers,

I was never expelled for pushing
a teacher down the stairs.

Well... I'm not certain
we know the full story there.

What's this?

Oh, Mary-Lou.
She made you a daisy chain.

You're still speaking to me, then.

Very, very politely,
and at a safe distance.

Is everyone scared of me?

Maybe a little, but Mary-Lou isn't,

and she's scared of everything.

What... what are you doing?

Setting a ghost trap,

to prove to Mary-Lou
nothing's coming in or out,

and help her be a tiny bit braver.

I think Mary-Lou might actually be
the bravest of us all.

She sleeps here every night,

even though she completely believes
a ghost does, too.

You're right.
She's such a contradiction.

All the best people are.

Oh, wait!

What?

Ginger biscuit?

Yes, please.

Thank you. Oh!

Humbug? Oh, yeah!