The Belles of St. Trinian's Page #5

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.

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