ANGELA:
(softly) You’re Sheila, aren’t you.

SHEILA:
(looking grateful for the attention) Uh Huh!

ANGELA:
Don’t worry about them, you’ll be safe with us. You mustn’t be shy, come. Come on, join us, I’ve got something to show you.
(Sheila lets herself be guided to the main cluster of girls who all circle Angela as she brings something mysterious from her pocket, a small tin, which she presents to the group like something precious.)

Angela shows Sheila a box

ANGELA:
You’ll never guess what I’ve got in here.

MARY:
Silk stockings.

JEAN:
Chocolate.

ANGELA:
Some thing much better. Go on, Sheila, have a guess.

SHEILA:
(nervous, but trying to be liked) I don’t know, marzipan?

ANGELA:
Sorry, it’s a...(Shouting as she opens the tin) Nazi finger. (Show the finger in the tin: her own, pushed through the bottom and resting on red- dyed cotton wool. The girls all scream, and Angela pushes the tin under Sheila’s nose. The other screams are of a thrilled nature, they knew Angela was up to something, but Sheila is traumatised and keeps screaming as she runs from the building.)

FELIX:
What are you doing?

ANGELA:
Boys can’t have all the fun. (She lifts the finger to wiggle it while she and the other girls laugh.)

FELIX:
(shakes his head) Amateurs. (Show him taking the final piece of paper off what he’s hiding in his box.)

EXT. SCHOOL
(hear wild screams muffled from inside before the kids, except Felix, come bursting out the doors, fleeing the school. Mrs Macbeth hurries outside, frantic and angry. She stands on the step ringing the bell and shouting.)

MRS MACBETH:
Come here at once, stop running around. Angela, Angela, Lachlan... all of you, if you don’t settle down this instant I’ll fetch Mr McGowan.
(They have calmed down a little, just enough for Angela to get close enough to enlighten Mrs Macbeth)

ANGELA:
But Felix has... (Angela is cut short, the look of horror comes over her and she points. Cut to Felix emerging from behind Mrs Macbeth, who’s unaware of his presence. Felix is beaming from ear to ear, he is hoisting his unexploded bomb like a trophy.)

MRS MACBETH:
Felix has what, Angela?

FELIX:
I got a bomb.

(Mrs Macbeth takes a moment to assimilate what she sees, she is caught off guard and passes out, saying:

MRS MACBETH:
To the shelter. I want a full report...