(Saturday 4th December, the next day, Mortdale prison)
Frank: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FAILED!?
(Leanne, Kyle, Caz’s mum and Dad and other parents and the head Of Mortdale School and several Black Crestor's, are in the cell next to his)
Caz's Mum: Those two police officers from Greg's home town came back and messed up the whole thing once again!
Frank: This is unbelievable, what shall I do now!?
Leanne: Well sir doe worry, Black Crest is being rebuilt.
Frank: Exploding my own school for nothing… just great. *Note the sarcasm*
Kyle: But Sir, the Gingers have retreated from the area and we did manage to kill a few of Greg's friends.
Frank: Well that is some success but still a long way to go…
(Meanwhile at the church)
Priest: I might as well have a weekly session for you lot. you're always here.
Chelsea: Yeah always in Act 10, it's funny.
Helpless Ta: Ha, Ha, Ha,... Oh God someone help me!
Mrs Conrad: I love it; still it turned out the 20 million prize fund was destroyed in the explosion, burnt to crisps but I salvaged 20 pounds, seeing as Elliot is dead and Kyle and Leanne are in prison. I feel this belongs to you Imogen.
Imogen: Very cheap of you mum.
Mrs Conrad: Well I suppose you deserve the winning prize, for all that hard work. I guess I can finally say it (blurts it out) I'mproudofyou.
Imogen: Did I just hear that? Really?
Mrs Conrad: Never mention it to another living soul.
Imogen: Okay then.
Jack: Florence are you okay?
Florence: I'm doing okay, I'm still grieving. I used to insult those guys so much, and they used to insult me, I never thought I'd miss them so much.
Jack: I know, hey look to take your mind of things, I made something for you… something I hid under my shirt, but I know what it means to you.
(Pulls out a disco queen crown)
Florence: Thy Jack! This is an exact replica of the one I won in Year 6, at the school disco, that was when I won disco queen and you won disco king, in fact... (pulls out prom king crown) I was making one for you too! I hid under my shirt as well.
Jack: An exact replica, like us huh?
Florence: It seems we cannot be parted.
Jack: Florence I like you again, I know we break up all the time. I know you're a fame whore, but I guess I caught the fame bug from time to time and you haven't been that bad lately and after that explosion. I thought I'd lose you and... I actually thought you'd get in a relationship with Andrew.
Florence: Thou don't do toy-boys. I am no Madonna.
Andrew: Ha! you actually thought she was good enough for me, no one is. I am above everyone here, it's just logic.
Chelsea: Logic does not apply in Mortdale, look at me for example.
Jack: Yeah well, anyhow Florence I was terrified I'd lose you.
Florence: Me too, here (gives him his crown) a romantic reminder to you and for you.
Jack: And you (gives her, her crown, with this they kiss)
Chantelle: No biggie, they'll break up this time next week.
Charmaine: Who the fuck you on about?
Chaniqua: Jack and Florence y'aknow? Jolence? My couple naming because I ship it… or wait for it Fack!
Imogen: How imaginative.
Chantelle: Oh yeah guys I forgot to tell ya I'm pregnant!
(Everyone keeps talking)
Chantelle: Why isn't everyone shocked!
Asif: You been pregnant so much it's lost its shock factor.
John: This funeral service is fake and gay.
Gordon: I FEEL WE SHOULD MOURN THE DEAD WITH RESPECT!
(A Morale compass is emerging)
Ryan: I'm gonna sound mad, but I agree with him.
Jaya: Well Thomas, we have made it through another dose of madness.
Thomas: I know, but they haven't.
(The Funeral service begins)
Priest: We mourn the dead… Naz, the mon... I mean lovely person. Dean and Elliot… (Lucy sobs)
George: It's alright, you can cry on my shoulder (offers it and she cries on it)
Priest: And all the victims of the warped Penti- Present Tournament.
Random Slag in the Crowd: YOU CAME TO WATCH IT THOUGH!
Priest: Erm (out of options he resorts too...) I was high.
Gordon: SEE!? MY DRUG EXISTS!
Mrs Conrad: Of course it does, you can find them inside rocks in a sunny Mortdale filled with rainbows, ponies, unicorns, green forests and smiling people…
(Bastian coffin is carried in, Greg avoids looking at his grieving family)
Imogen: Greg life goes on, but still… (trails off)
Greg: (attempting conversation) Your injures healing?
Imogen: Yeah, you?
Greg: Yeah, oh and well done, I heard about you getting the victor's money. I reckon you deserve it after what you went though, both before and In the tournament. Even if it is only 20 pounds...
Imogen: Thanks, now what to do with 20 quid?
Daz: Well Greg I'll look after you even better In the future, just me, you and Lake back at home for now, hey?
Greg: Like I said. life goes on.
Imogen: Greg people care for you and we'll carry on. We have to.
Priest: … and finally Rhys…
Chantelle: Where's Sarah?
(Sarah bursts into the church in a giant, bright orange car)
Asif: ASIF THAT'S MY CAR! WHY HAVE YOU PAINTED IT ORANGE!?
Sarah: I came to say goodbye to Rhys, my boyfriend but in his memory I will fight on! For the gingers! The carriers! That's what it's painted orange!
Mrs Conrad: (Guffawing) Good luck with that in Mortdale…
Sarah: My parents are now dead, killed in the explosion. I have no one left in Mortdale and I have recruited all who needed to be recruited, time to move on!
Jack: YOU’RE LEAVING!
Sarah: Yes I am!
Aaron: No one leaves Mortdale for good!
Sarah: WELL I AM, GINGERS FOR JUSTICE NATIONWIDE, FIGHTING FOR RIGHTS!
(Anne Robinson, Rupert Grint, Prince Harry, Florence Welch, Patsy Palmer and Ed Sheeram are among the gingers assembled on the orange car)
Patsy: SARAH COME ON! THERE ARE GINGERS TO LEAD!
Sarah: WELL GOODBYE MY SCHOOL-FRIENDS IT HAS BEEN NICE KNOWING YOU! BUT I MUST NOW FIGHT THE OPRESSION OF GINGERS!I HOPE WE MEET AGAIN SOMEDAY BUT FOR NOW PEACE OUT! OH AND JACK...
(Jack turns to her she leaps off the car and snogs him right in front of Florence)
Sarah (breaking apart from him): Losing Rhys was horrific, but life goes on and I like you… so fuck what you think Florence, you get him anyway because I'm going in a sec. I just wanted to do that!
Jack (breathlessly): That felt good… (Florence slaps him) I mean… erm…
Florence: Had you not better be off now? Before I get violent.
Sarah: Yeah… yeah… (leaps back onto car) I'M OFF SUCKERS… GOODBYE MORTDALE AND HELLO EQUAL RIGHTS FOR GINGERS!
George, Lucy, Greg, Jack, Imogen Jaya and Thomas, Sanjay and Asif: BYE! GOOD LUCK!
(Everyone runs out after the van, some cheering and some booing, Sarah rides off into the sunset whooping with joy)
Sarah: GINGERS FOR JUSTICE!
Greg: Good luck, play fair Sarah.
Imogen: and may the odds, be ever in your favour.