Euro Angels Hardball 13: The Hole Story

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Emergency.

Which serice do you require, please?

Help...

Behind me is Brabourne School,...

..where news is just in that the missing

teenagers have been found after 18 days.

Now the waiting is finally over.

The four teenagers

attend Brabourne School,...

..where fees are in excess

of $30,000 a year.

Unconfirmed reports say

they have been taken to a local hospital,...

..where their families

have been anxiously waiting.

Michael Steel, son of rock guitarist

Stevie Steel, was one of the missing.

Liz.

- Liz!

- See you inside.

He's going to kill us!

- No!

- Liz...

- No! Stop!

Hi. I'm Dr Horwood. I'm here to help you.

Thanks.

Don't put me on Prozac or lithium.

I'm not crazy.

It's just my mum, she won't listen.

I'll listen.

Do I have to talk about it today?

You make it sound so terrible.

If you trust me and you work with me,...

..l really think I can help you feel better.

So we do this at your speed, yeah?

We can stop at any time.

I won't lie to you:

this is going to be difficult,...

..but I know that you're brave enough

to get through it.

Let's try a breathing exercise.

It might seem really... stupid,

but let's just give it a bash, OK?

Take a nice deep breath.

Feel your lungs fill up with air.

Good. Drop your shoulders.

And when you exhale,

tell all the muscles in your body to relax.

And whenever you feel ready,

just start to speak. OK?

This is how it works at Brabourne.

If you want to exist, you have to be pretty.

You have to be thin.

Everyone else is wallpaper.

Foryears I was a nobody.

I watched the world from the edges

and learned not to dream.

- Oh, is he?

My best friend, Martin, didn't care.

His philosophy was:

"Take everything you can from them."

He said that theirgreed makes them

easy to control. It made him powerful.

But then the world changed.

Get ready, girls. Mike Steel is single again.

Oh, my God!

Mike Steel.

American. The son ofa rock star.

The missing part ofmy soul.

- Get up!

Please get up.

Please, please be OK. Get up.

Sorry, mate. I see why this lot

need to wear body armour.

It's a homoerotic thing.

All that aggression out here,...

..then all that steam and soap

in the showers.

That's disgusting.

- Right, you two! Off!

Maybe Geoff will be Mike's new bride.

For your information, Martin,

he's dating a supermodel called Amber.

For yours, he's not.

- You lie.

- Don't you live here?

Haven't you noticed that suddenly

everyone's a blonde with cherry lip gloss?

There's been an invasion of Amber clones.

It's passed you by, thank God.

You're the last woman with a brain

in Brabourne.

- He's single?

- Half a brain. Yes.

Oh, not you, too, Liz.

Please don't lose it.

I didn't know.

But he's just a guy like me. You wouldn't

think he was so perfect if you knew him.

He shits and farts like the rest of us.

He's just a f*** of a lot less interesting!

I can't help it. It's an egg thing.

When I look at Mike,

I see the face of an angel...

..and the soul of a poet. I need him.

No, no, no.

No, you love me. It's a Martin Taylor fact.

Has there been a day in the last five years

that we haven't talked?

But you're more like a gay friend

than a boyfriend.

- But I'm not gay!

- Yeah, right

It's the end of term,

I've got some grateful exes to call...

..and most importantly, I am out of here.

Hello There is the small matter

of the geography field trip.

Mm. Bentley, school gates, Friday.

Off to LA. Bye! Nice time.

Oh, you are such a jockey.

Stevie will have a shitfit if you don't go.

You think I'm gonna tell him? I'm gonna

lie low in a hotel. He'll never know.

My arse. Tabloids are gagging for you.

You are having a wet weekend in Wales...

with no hot water, fish paste sandwiches

and ten-mile tabs, like it or not.

Hm. That's awful dark, Geoffrey.

Sh*t, I don't want to go either.

We have to ditch. I'm serious.

This could kill me.

Frankie's not going. She saw wellies

on the kit list and nearly had a seizure.

- How'd she get out of it?

- Well, she saw Martin Taylor.

You know what I want

Show me the money

Frankie?

Frankie?

I need to talk to you.

Come.

What's she done this time?

My hair. It's all gone wrong.

I've messed up.

Let me see.

- What, did your mobile give you a tumour?

Do you mind? My coursework

doesn't write itself, you know.

- What is it?

- Intensive conditioner.

It should have you sorted in 20 minutes.

- What did you use?

- Peroxide.

- Where from?

- The lab.

Oh, Lizzie.

I just thought if I was a blonde

like Amber, then...

I don't mean to be rude,

but I don't think doing stuff to yourself...

..will make any difference to Mike.

No,... I know.

Oh, don't worry about it.

Trust me, he's not that wonderful.

Frankie?

Thanks.

I know you don't have to be nice to me.

Don't worry about it.

My life has no meaning.

Come in, sit down. Make yourself at home.

I love him

and he doesn't even know I exist.

I hate seeing you like this.

Hey, I can cheer you up. I've got chocolate.

Martin, you don't understand.

You've never been in love.

You've never had the pain.

God, I feel like I'm dying.

I can help you.

- Really?

- Really.

Welcome to my office.

Now, this is a need-to-know operation.

- Can you do it or not?

- No field trip,...

..no parents, no paparazzi?

I can do anything.

And, er...

..l'm adding one to your number.

A kindred spirit.

Martin knew that the school and

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