Cracks

Miss G, I wanted to thank you

for lending me the book.

Did you read it?

Yes.

- Did you get caught?

- No.

And anyway, I'm not sure

what all the fuss is about.

I wasn't corrupted.

Good for you.

Let them put that in their pipes.

'I stole milk from breakfast

and made butter in an old cocoa tin.'

But I'm going to share it with the team

so it's only half a sin, really.

And I had lustful thoughts

about the gardener's boy.

But he was only here for the summer

and I never even spoke to him.

Actually, I've had rather

a lot of lustful thoughts.

Do I have to be sorry

for all of them?

One, two, three, four, five...

- Did you tell him?

- Yes.

- Everything?

- Not everything.

- Did you mention the book?

- And get Miss G into trouble?

They don't understand art

and culture.

It's stupid to ban books

that tell you the truth about life.

I don't think it's wrong

to want to know about the real world.

We can't stay pure forever.

Come on, Rosie.

I'm so hungry.

Excuse me. Coming through.

Excuse me.

I said excuse me!

Hello, team.

The new girl is arriving today.

Toast, fag.

Yes, Radfield?

Where's my butter?

On your toast.

Really? Where? Show me.

Oh, how generous of you

It's funny. I go to all the trouble

making butter for the team,

and then I actually

expect to have it on my toast.

Sorry, captain.

Do it again.

From edge to edge. Or I'll have you

on a fork over that fire.

I have to set the standards,

or everything goes to hell.

Quick, she's coming.

We have a new girl coming all the way

from Spain to join your team.

And I want you to welcome her

on her arrival.

I know you are not always pleasant

to new girls,

but I want you to be particularly nice

to this girl

because she's travelling

such a distance,

from another country,

another background.

She's also a Roman Catholic,

but she will attend religious services

with the rest of you.

I want you to be kind.

This girl is an aristocrat.

She is accustomed to the best.

Yes, Miss Nieven.

- Do you all understand?

- Yes, Miss.

Bugger.

Roman Catholics are superstitious

and ignorant.

That's why they have

those ghastly pictures of Christ

bleeding with nails in his hands

and thorns on his head.

Catholic nuns bury their babies

in the backs of convent gardens.

And then they're walled in, standing up.

Can't even sit down to die!

- When's she arriving?

- I don't know and don't want to know.

I hear the Spaniard is a gymnast.

I hardly see the relevance

of cartwheels to what we do.

Miss G allowed it, so I don't want

to hear another word about it.

Shh, she's coming.

It's freezing in here!

What does Sunny Nieven do

with your parents' money?

It's not going on the heating,

that's for sure.

Must be throwing it away on drink,

eh, girls?

Fuzzy, why are you hanging

like a sack of spuds?

I lost my bounce, Miss G.

Laurel, give her some bounce.

That's it. Feet together.

Arms straight, eyes forward.

You are sinew and muscle,

cutting through air and water.

With grace, with form,

with agility!

Fuzzy, you can do better than that.

I had seconds of porridge and toast

for breakfast and now I feel a bit queer.

Fuzzy.

Is that the most important thing

in life? Porridge?

- No, Miss G.

- Then what is?

- Think.

- God, Miss G.

- No. Rosie?

- Being kind to all God's creatures?

No, you're missing the point, dear.

Poppy?

- Death.

- In life, Poppy!

- Di?

- Desire, Miss G.

Yes! Thank you, Radfield!

The most important thing in life

is desire.

You can achieve anything you want.

The world is yours for the taking.

Nothing is impossible for you,

Rate this script:(0.00 / 0 votes)