Like Minded - Series 1 - Episode 5 - You're Better Off Than You Think

Girl: Handel, what have I told you about running off into the forest?
Boy: I’m sorry, I was exploring.
Girl: You worry us when you go off!
Boy: Yeah, but this strange girl followed me.
Girl: What?

Nurmel: Is this a…gypsy camp?

Girl: You! What are you doing here?
Nurmel: Erm, hi, I’m-
Girl: -here to throw abuse at us, eh? Or maybe even stones?
Nurmel: Whoa now, sunshine, I don’t know what sort of company you’ve been keeping but-
Girl: If you had the right mind you’d go away and leave us alone!

Nurmel: I’m sorry, but I’m lost-
Girl: Well don’t come crying to us, it’s your own stupid fault for getting lost in the first place, city scum!
Nurmel: For goodness sake, I’m a gypsy too!

Man: What was that?
Woman: You can’t be a gypsy. You’re wearing better clothes than us.
Nurmel: I’ve been wearing this since I was 15!
Man: If you’re a gypsy why aren’t you here with us?
Nurmel: I don’t know, but I know how you feel about other people. I get picked on too…

Girl: You get picked on…too?
Nurmel: Uh-huh. I think that’s how I got here, at least. They insult me nearly everyday and my family get picked on by the landlord for no reason other than being a traveller.
Girl: I guess…you are one of us.
Nurmel: No hard feelings, eh?

Man: Sorry we snapped at you. We just get a lot of people here for bad reasons.
Nurmel: It’s fine, I completely understand.
Man: My name’s Jimmy, this is my wife Rose, and these are my children Kimberly and Handel.
Kimberly: What’s your name?
Nurmel: Nurmel. Listen, does anyone know the way back to Stinley Road?
Rose: Never heard of it dear.
Nurmel: How am I supposed to get home? My parents are gonna kill me!
Jimmy: How about this. You can stay with us tonight, and then tomorrow we’ll go and help you find your way home.
Nurmel: Thank you, that’s very kind of you!
Rose: Let me light the bonfire.

Nurmel: Whoa, now that’s what I call a bonfire!
Handel: It’s hot.
Rose: So, if you live on a road, do you live in a house?
Nurmel: Yeah, but it’s very small, and we can barely afford the rent.
Rose: You poor thing.

Nurmel: So how come you live here?
Jimmy: We couldn’t find anywhere else to go. We’d come from a nearby city, but because we didn’t have a job, we weren’t allowed a house.
Rose: We wish they’d see that the reason we couldn’t get a job was because we didn’t have a stable house.
Kimberly: So we were forced to stay here.
Nurmel: How do you cope?
Handel: Pretty hard.
Jimmy: We go out and sell things.
Nurmel: My mum does that too, when she has the time. I sometimes help her.
Handel: Do you have a brother or sister?
Nurmel: No, I’m an only child.

Rose: I can hear those hooligans again.
Jimmy: They won’t come near us; they’ve restrained from visiting since the horses went after them.
Kimberly: (snigger)
Rose: We try to do something about it. But people just don’t care.
Nurmel: I wish there was something I could do to help.

Kimberly: There’s not much you can do.
Nurmel: It’s not fair.
Kimberly: Life isn’t fair. By the way, I hope you don’t mind sleeping on the old couch; we don’t have any beds available. The family that used to live next to us in that old barn moved away a while ago, and we don’t know where to. It’s been abandoned ever since.
Nurmel: I don’t mind. I’m used to sleeping in rough places, anyway (laughs)
Jimmy: Ok, everyone, it’s time for bed.

Mia: How do you find the uniform?
Melody: It’s…ok. Feels itchy.
Mia: (laughs) Yeah, it usually is. A few days and it’ll be better.
Melody: You’re the boss.
Mia: Come on, it’s time for lessons!
Melody: What have we got first?
Mia: Music. Yay…

Mrs Hamilton: Alright, everyone, as you know it’s the upcoming variety concert, and this class will be singing “Amazing Grace”. We need someone to do the first and second verses as a solo. Any volunteers?

Olivia: Ooh, look at the rain!
Daphne: Yeah, isn’t it coming down!
Melissa: Oh my, oh my!

Mrs Hamilton: (sigh) Ok, I can take a hint!
Mia: Just look at it come down!

Mrs Hamilton: Aha! Melody!
Melody: Yes?
Mrs Hamilton: You’re new, how would you like to try out?
Melody: Erm, I don’t think I can sing that well…
Mrs Hamilton: We won’t know unless we try! Do you know the first verse?
Melody: I think so.

Mrs Hamilton: Righty-ho! Start whenever you feel like it.
Melody: This is so embarrassing…
Mia: You can do it!

Melody: (singing) Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me…I was once was lost, but now I’m found, was blind, but now I see…

Mrs Hamilton: Oh my, Melody, that was beautiful!
Melody: No it wasn’t. It was pretty awful.
Mrs Hamilton: You have the loveliest voice I’ve ever heard! You’ve got the solo!

Mia: What’d I tell ya? I knew you could do it!
Melody: Thanks…I guess.

Melissa: So where’s Melody?
Mia: Mrs Hamilton kept her back to practise.
Melissa: Ouch. I can tell who the new favourite is.

Mrs Bridle: So how was music today, Daphne?
Daphne: Pretty average. Melody got picked for the “Amazing Grace” solo. She’s got a really nice voice, but she’s really shy.
Mrs Bridle: Really now? I see.

Melissa: You know, Melody’s rather quiet.
Mia: Everyone is when they start here.
Melissa: She’s quieter than most.
Mia: So what? She’s naturally shy; give her time to settle in.
Melissa: Olivia and I think she’s weird.
Mia: How so?
Melissa: Well, only last night I could hear her talking loudly in her sleep.
Mia: She was having a bad dream, no different from anyone else!
Melissa: Why do you hang out with her Mia? There’s something else different about her, something creepy…

Mia: You know, I have had it up to here with you and your snobbish ways!
Melissa: No need to get mad Mia. You can feel it too.
Mia: Leave her alone! There is nothing wrong with Melody! She’s kind and sweet and misunderstood by stupid people like you!!

Mrs Bridle: Mia? What’s all the commotion about?
Mia: Melissa’s being really catty about Melody.
Mrs Bridel: Is this true?
Melissa: (sigh) Yes Mrs Bridle.
Mrs Bridle: May I remind you she is a new student here; you remember your first days here, you were just as shy.

Nurmel: Agh, what a bitch…watch out for her Melody. Hey…what’s that smell? Smells like a bonfire, only stronger…I’m gonna go look-see.

Nurmel: Oh my god! The abandoned barn’s on fire!