Foreign Exchange (2004) s01e10 Episode Script

1
(upbeat music)
(fun music)
- Brett!
- [Brett] Thought it was only 5:30.
- It was, an hour ago.
- Seamus is gonna gel me if I
don't fix that fence for him.
- Ugh, you should worry.
I'm the one who has to
make a 1,000 cream puffs.
- Since when were you into cooking?
- Since Ms. Murphy told me
it was my inescapable
duty for Founders Day.
(portal whooshing)
- [Brett] What's Founders Day?
- The anniversary of
our school's founding,
and a major fundraising
drive for the year.
- Sounds pretty special.
(crowd chattering)
- Everyone's putting in such an effort.
- That they are.
You've done a real job of
inspiring everyone, Ms. Murphy.
- Thank you, Seamus.
You know, this may be the
very first Founders Day
where everything goes right.
- Touch wood.
- Don't be such a pessimist.
- A pessimist is never disillusioned.
- [Cormac] Ms. Murphy?
- Yes, Cormac?
- Would it be okay if we moved
this old thing out of the way?
It would make it a lot easier
just to put up this sign.
- That old thing is a gown that belonged
to Moira O'Sullivan, O'Keeffe's
original headmistress.
- So that means what, we can't move it?
- It always goes there on Founders Day.
It's a school tradition.
- Oh, we could start a new
tradition, we could put it--
- Cormac, the gown is not to be touched
by anyone under any circumstances, clear?
- All right, miss, just asking.
- I'm sure you'll cope, Cormac.
You always do, which is more
than I can say for Tara.
Where on earth is she?
(upbeat music)
- You're one minute and 35 seconds late.
- Hannah, they look delicious.
- Thank you, would you like to try one?
- Later, thanks.
You haven't seen Tara, have you?
- No, miss.
- She's supposed to go over
her welcome speech with me.
I hope she's learned it.
- Oh, I wouldn't worry.
Tara won't let anything spoil
a chance to be center stage.
- There is that, but if you see her,
tell her I'm looking for her.
- Yes, miss.
- Ooh, cream puffs, my favorite.
Couldn't spare one, could ya?
- All right, but just one.
Haven't tried them myself yet.
(squelching)
- Ugh.
(spitting)
Oh, ugh, oh my
What happened?
- I was wondering where
my Plaster of Paris went.
- Plaster of Paris?
- You didn't use it all, did ya?
It's handy for all kinds of projects,
but cookery is not one of them.
- [Hannah] Tell me this isn't happening.
- For cream puffs, I
would definitely recommend
bog-standard corn flour instead.
- But Ms. Murphy wants these
for the Board of Director's lunch!
What am I gonna do?
- Your options are a bit limited.
(sighs)
- I'm gonna have to start all over again.
One hour!
How am I gonna get corn
flour and cook it one hour?
- Tall order.
- Well, I'm not beaten yet.
- Accept no substitutes!
- Brett!
Thank goodness, I need your help.
- Yeah, that's good to
know, but who doesn't?
- Please!
- What's the problem?
- I need some corn flour.
- So, go buy some.
- Well, I can't go into
town and I really need it.
Right away.
- What do you want me to do?
- Well, your family restaurant.
They've got to have some there.
- I've got to fix this fence.
- [Hannah] You've just fixed it!
- [Brett] Yeah, not properly.
- Well, it's just for Founders
Day, so it's just for show.
- Yeah, tell that to Seamus!
- Seamus is a fusspot, okay?
This is a crisis!
- Okay, I'll bring some up to ya.
- Thanks.
(mysterious music)
(car honking)
(metal clanking)
(bull mooing)
- Ah, Seamus, did you get the bull?
- I did that, and magnificent
animal it is, too.
He'll raise a good amount at
the auction, I'm thinking.
- It was very kind of Mr.
Staunton to donate him.
- [Seamus] Man's insane to
give us a bull like that.
- The man wants his son to pass his exams.
(laughing)
- Hey, what's this about a bull?
- Mr. Staunton has donated
a prize Charolais bull
to be auctioned off, all
proceeds to the school.
- Martin Staunton?
- The very one.
Won first prize ribbons
in every county fair
from Limerick to Antrim.
- Where'd you put him?
- In the pen, of course.
Why else would I be wanting you to fix it?
- Oh.
- Is that a problem?
- I hope not.
(tense music)
- [Seamus] This means trouble for me.
Big, big trouble.
- Wasn't your fault, it was mine.
- I put you in charge of the fence.
I was in charge of the bull.
Anyway, we've got a much
bigger problem to deal with.
- What?
- Do you have any idea what it means
to have a bull on the loose, laddy?
- I haven't thought of that.
- It's not something that
bears thinking about.
- But what do we do?
- You get yourself into town now.
Pick up a length of box wire,
then get back here and
fix it right this time.
I've got a bull to find.
(electronic music)
- Is it really true
what they're all saying?
That orange is the new red?
- You bet, orange is it,
absolutely it for this season.
- [Tara] Hm, I'm not convinced.
I don't want to look like
everybody else, do I?
Not that I will anyway.
It's the whole point.
I'll take the red one.
- Great, will that be the
old red or the new red?
(stirring)
- What happened to all the cream puffs?
- Um, just taste testing.
- All of them?
- Well, I'm making some more, but um,
just waiting on corn
flour for the fillings.
- Wonderful, they'll be just the thing
to put the governors in a good mood.
Well done, Hannah.
- Heh.
(mischievous music)
(upbeat music)
(heels clacking)
- Oh!
Oh, it's you.
- Tara, hi!
- Can't you watch where you're going?
- Oh, I'm sorry, are you all right?
- I'm fine, no thanks to you.
Would you get out of the way?
I've got to be back at school
and I'm already running late as it is.
- Hang on, I know a shortcut.
- Yeah.
- Nah nah nah, really!
It'll cut 10 minutes
off, come on, come on!
(tense guitar music)
- [Seamus] Back inside, young lady!
There's a bull running amok.
- [Hannah] A bull?
- Yeah, you know, great furry
thing, bulky, mean-looking.
You can't miss it.
- Oh.
- So stay inside, it could be dangerous.
- Have you seen Brett anywhere?
- Yeah, he's off to town on an errand.
- Town?
You want anything done
properly, do it yourself!
(sheep baaing)
- [Tara] You never said
it was through the fields.
- If it wasn't through the fields,
it wouldn't be a shortcut, would it?
- Boys.
(gentle piano music)
You can't seriously expect
me to walk through this.
It's disgusting.
(mud splashing)
- I'll piggyback ya.
Come on, hop on.
Come on.
(mud squelching)
(portal opening)
(mud squelching)
- I should've taken a taxi.
- I don't mind.
- Oh, I know you don't.
Ah!
(bull mooing)
- Oh, what, what?
- There!
(exciting music)
- Just relax and don't panic him.
- Panic him?
He's gonna charge us and gore us
and trample us into the ground!
- Tara, calm down.
(bull mooing)
- Quick, quick, it's
our only chance, go, go!
- Ow, Tara, I can't--
- Brett, would you hurry up?
- Tara, I can't, where are we going?
- Hurry, just straight up!
- Go, Brett, hurry up!
- Ow, I can't, ow!
(cow mooing)
(tense music)
- [Meredith] Hi, Hannah.
- Oh, uh, Meredith.
- Are you looking for something?
- Um
See, I'm trying to make these cream puffs,
except they didn't turn out right
because I ran out of corn flour.
I asked Brett and he said I
could borrow some from here.
- You gonna make some more?
- I need heaps of them.
- Why don't you do it here?
- Here?
- We can use the big
ovens, Jackie won't mind.
- Oh, I don't know.
- I'll help.
Come on, we can have them done in no time.
- Thanks, Meredith, I really owe ya one.
(whooshing)
(drum beats)
(bull mooing)
- We're gonna die, aren't we?
- 'Course we're not.
- Can you see it?
- Um.
- Oh, it's sneaking up on us, isn't it?
- Tara, calm down.
I'll think of something.
(bull mooing)
- If I do die, I'll come back
and haunt you for the rest of your life.
- I don't think we're in any danger.
It takes a lot to make a bull aggro.
(bull mooing)
(screaming)
- Binky, where are you?
This is the finish of me.
A life time's work, down the drain.
(eagles cawing)
(tense music)
(cow mooing)
- Ah!
- What, what's the matter?
- Oh, my feet!
- It's just a bit of mud.
- Where are my shoes?
My bags, where are my bags?
- Um, I think I dropped them.
- You what?
- Well, I couldn't see where I was going
and then you were kicking me.
- They're out there?
- It's okay, I'll get them for ya.
(bull mooing)
(tense music)
- Brett, Brett, are you all right?
(tense music)
(bull mooing)
(mud squelching)
(bull mooing)
(panting)
- Okay, I've got a plan.
I'll keep the bull busy
over this side of the field
with a diversion while you
make a dash for the gate.
- I'll never make it.
- Yes you will, trust me.
- [Meredith] No.
(coughing)
- [Hannah] They're burnt.
And they're stuck!
- Hang on, I'll use a slice.
- No, they're ruined.
- Sorry, Hannah.
- What am I gonna do now?
- I know.
We used to have this French
chef work here for a while.
He used to make these
fantastic puff cakes.
- What kind of puff cakes?
- [Meredith] A croquembouche.
- What?
- A traditional French wedding cake.
- A croquembouche?
(tense music)
(Brett mooing)
(bull mooing)
(Brett mooing)
(bull mooing)
(Brett mooing)
(bull mooing)
(Brett mooing)
(bull mooing)
(screaming)
(tense music)
- Tara!
- Brett?
(intense music)
(bull mooing)
- You're slippy.
(bull mooing)
- Brett, Brett?
(mud squelching)
Ugh, my poor shoes.
Oh, I only got them last week.
Wait a minute, where's my dress?
- Oh, yeah, well, about that, Tara
It sort of, um.
(bull mooing)
(scream echoing)
- [Ms. Murphy] Cormac!
- [Cormac] Yes, miss?
- Are you responsible for that?
- Oh, well.
Pride of place, you said.
It is the school founder.
- Who would not appreciate
being seen in a dress!
Put it back!
- Well, you told me to think of something.
- About the bull, Ms. Murphy.
- Ah, there's Mr. Collins.
Uh, just give me 10 minutes,
I need to butter him up.
I've heard he's prepared to
pay big money for the bull.
Oh, Mr. Collins, how are you?
So good to see you.
- And the same to you, Ms. Murphy.
- "I know this great shortcut," he said.
"I've got this fantastic idea
"to get rid of the bull," he said.
"And all I have to do is ruin
your fabulous new red dress!"
- I said I'm sorry.
- Ugh, why am I constantly
hassled by losers?
- Look, I'll make it up
to you, Tara, honest.
I'll help you any way I can.
- The only help I want from you
is to stay as far away from me as you can.
For the rest of your life!
(guitar music)
(drum beats)
- Well, what do you think?
- Oh, Meredith, you're a genius.
Thank you so much.
- It was fun.
- Oh my, look at the time.
Meredith, I have to go.
- You go, I'll clean up.
- You're such an angel.
I'll pay you back for this, I promise.
(mischievous music)
- Tara!
- Don't even ask.
I'm absolutely miserable thanks to
that moronic Australian friend of yours!
- Brett.
Well, why, what happened?
- Ugh, my hair is a mess,
my new dress is ruined,
my shoes were trampled in mud,
and I was chased by that bull.
- And all this is Brett's fault?
- Of course.
I'm going to see Ms. Murphy
and insist he's sent packing.
- There's no need to go that far.
- Oh, yes there is!
He's completely mad!
He should be locked
up, he's, what is that?
- A surprise.
(door slams)
Brett, I just saw Tara.
- Have you seen Seamus?
- She's furious, what did you do to her?
- Nothing.
Hey, did you make that?
- Get off!
She's threatening to have you fired.
Okay, you must have done something.
- I accidentally wrecked
her new red dress.
- You did what?
- The one she was supposed to wear today.
- You are so wiped.
- Hey, at least I put
the bull in a safe place.
Look, I'll go and find Seamus.
- We've got to do something.
She's determined to get even.
- I'll be back.
(scoffing)
(mischievous music)
(birds chirping)
- Ah, Mr. McCracken.
Ms. Murphy said I'd find you out here.
- And find me you did.
- Let's have a look at
this prize bull then, eh?
- There's nothing I'd like
to do better, Mr. Collins.
- I'll have to see if he's worth
spending all my well-earned money.
So, where is he then?
- Ah, well, uh, that's, that's what
I'd like to talk to you about.
He's--
- He's stowed away.
Nice and dry, Seamus.
- Huh, what?
- It looked like rain, so I moved him
to a nice dry shed just a short walk away.
- We did?
Oh, where was it again?
- In the field, on the
corner by Clancy's farm?
You didn't want him to get wet.
- We wouldn't want a magnificent creature
like Binky catching a cold
on Founders Day, would we?
- He must be a splendid animal
if you're looking after him so well.
- He is that.
Come on then, I'll show you the way.
(upbeat guitar music)
- [Tara] Nothing, absolutely nothing.
(knocking)
- Oh, um, do you wanna get that?
- Hannah, you're too much sometimes.
Here am I, facing major humiliation,
and you want me to answer the door?
- Well, it could be for you.
- Ugh.
I thought I told you
to stay as far away from me as possible.
- Tara, please, give me a chance.
- To do what, hm?
Ruin the rest of my wardrobe?
Thanks to you, I'm reduced to
wearing the school uniform.
- You look good.
You always look good.
- Today I need to look better than good!
- That's why I brought you this.
(regal music)
(crowd chattering)
- Hannah?
What happened to the cream puffs?
- Oh, well, they just seemed so boring.
I saw this in a recipe book
and I couldn't help myself.
Just had to whip them up.
- Very nice.
Uh, the rest of the parents
should be here any minute.
Where on earth is Tara?
She promised me she'd be here on time.
- Well, um, I'm sure
she'll keep her promise.
(regal music)
- Where is our hostess?
- Murphy's law, isn't it, Ms. Murphy?
- On Founders Day, there
is always something that--
- Greetings, esteemed visitors.
I am Moira O'Sullivan,
first headmistress at O'Keeffe's College,
and I welcome you on this special day
to honor our founder, Angus O'Keeffe.
(crowd cheering)
- I thought that wasn't
supposed to be touched.
- There's always extenuating
circumstances, Cormac.
What a wonderful idea.
Pride of place, indeed.
(crowd clapping)
You know, Seamus?
I have been worrying all day
about something going wrong,
and nothing's gone wrong.
This could be the best Founders Day ever.
- A miracle, Ms. Murphy.
No dramas at all.
(winking)
(clapping)
(upbeat music)
(star glimmering)