The Hole

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,

I 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...

...I'm adding one to your number.

A kindred spirit.

Martin knew that the school and | ourparents always believed each other.

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