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I'm Mrs. Carter.

And I'll be teaching you History today.

Who are you?

Sorry?

Who is Erin Carter?

And why should we give her a full-time position?

What does she bring to our wonderful institution?

Right, you're doing a bit.

Well, the interview's tomorrow, so you need to know this stuff off by heart.

Well, I believe education is the key to developing the next generation,

and it's incredibly fulfilling to play a part in that.

That's good, yeah.

Yeah. Except, you know, pfft, being the most boring answer ever.

You need to sound like you really want the job.

I do really want it. Harper would get a full scholarship,

which is the only way we could afford to keep her in this school.

It'd change our lives.

- What happened to your face? - Oh.

It's just silly. I... I bumped the car.

Erin, I'm not a worrier.

But, um, you have me worried.

You need to give the interview panel something real.

Show them who you actually are.

You can do that,

right?

You've got this, Erin.

As you can see, the house has been refurbished.

It's been recently refurbished.

I'll be back.

- Good. - Thanks.

Hi.

One second.

Um, we're having a barbecue later. Just a few neighbors over.

I was wondering if you'd like to join us?

No. Of course I wouldn't.

Go ahead, please.

Yes, thanks.

Sometimes I wonder why I bother, you know?

Harper?

Harp!

Are you okay?

Mmm.

You ask me, the guy in the supermarket got what he deserved.

She didn't ask you, Arlo.

I'm being supportive. Look at her. You'd never imagine it.

You're making her uncomfortable. He always does this.

I'm being supportive.

- You can't say that. - Can I refresh your drinks?

- Thanks. - Thank you.

Anyway, I'm glad Harper's okay.

That's the most important thing.

I told you not to bring it up, Arlo.

Hey.

So you've got exams coming up, right?

- What's your first one? - Maths.

- Oh. - And you will be fine.

You know, you can't be any worse than I was at your age.

You know, I was bottom of the class until Emilio helped out.

Wait, what? You taught him?

No, I just put down all the wrong answers in my test. And boom!

Your dad was no longer the worst in the class.

Well, that was fucking dumb.

Whoa, Harp. Okay.

- Harper, apologize. - No.

- Do you want to go to your room? - Okay.

I'm sorry. With everything that's happened lately, she hasn't been herself.

Shit.

Erin.

Hey.

Look, that trouble that I mentioned before...

I'm going to need your help with it tomorrow.

Emilio, are you seriously discussing this with me right now in my kitchen?

- What is it that you think I am? - I don't know.

But I know you can handle yourself.

I saw you break her neck.

You saw what you wanted to see, okay? I was defending myself.

If that was true, you'd have gone to the police.

You are the police.

Okay.

So you've told Jordi all about it then?

I just need a little help.

And maybe with whatever is going on with you, I...

I can help in return.

Jesus, what is that?

Oh my... I don't know. I'll check.

Harper?

Hey, hey, stop. What's going on?

I'm blocking the window so no one can get in.

Okay, let's talk. Come on.

Hey.

Is this because of what happened at the supermarket?

Or is it because of that thing you saw me with in the attic?

The gun.

It wasn't real.

Harp.

When you were small we...

we stayed in some pretty rough neighborhoods.

And I got a fake weapon to scare off any intruders,

but we never needed it then, and we definitely don't need it now.

Look out the window, Harp. We're safe here.

I can't look out the window. My wardrobe's in the way.

Hey.

I will never let anything happen to you, okay?

Never.

Just remember to hide, okay? It's going to be fine.

Let's move it.

Okay.

Thank you. Nice to meet you too. Bye.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- It was amazing. - Don't worry about it.

Bye.

Your turn.

That's a good one. Look.

- Mmm. - Oh!

- Uh-uh. Glasses. - Thanks.

You are going to do great in your interview today.

Yeah, good luck, Mum!

You can do it.

Okay, so you have your mock exams in front of you.

And you'll have 30 minutes to answer the questions. Do your best.

And your time starts... now.

LOCAL TEACHER STOPS ROBBERY

- What? You finished already? - Yep.

It's not even been a minute. Dylan?

I finished, Miss.

Hmm.

- Dicks? - Olivia.

Maybe you could shout that a louder?

How many?

Well, I'd say one would be enough, but it was more. A lot more.

I'll inform the year head.

No, no, no, I don't want to escalate it.

Maybe... maybe we chat to his parents.

See if one of them can come in for an informal chat.

Well, it's only the father, but, um, sure.

Informal chat about his son's penis obsession.

I'll let him know.

- I wasn't going to say that. - Okay, good. Sometimes it's hard to tell.

Anyway, good news, uh, you've got a clear run until your interview at 3:00.

Oh, great. I'll just grab some fresh air and clear my head.

Good.

3:00 p.m. Don't be late!

- Hey there. - Hey.

I was getting worried.

- Where are we going? - I'll explain on the way.

Okay, this is a sniffer.

Spyware.

It's very cool.

And?

And there's a crooked lawyer I need information on.

He's connected to a criminal gang I'm investigating,

so we're going to his home and stick it onto his Internet.

"Stick it onto his Internet"? Is that a technical term?

Oh, come on. Give me a break, okay?

And this is all legal?

God, no, of course not.

I'd need a court order. A warrant.

We shouldn't be having this conversation.

So what's this lawyer's name?

Benecio Agustín.

I'm hoping he will lead me to whoever is running the gangs.

Okay, right now Agustín is at work.

The maids are cleaning.

The doors should be open and the alarms off, so...

You should be able to get in and go up to his second floor office and try to...

Wait.

You want me to do it?

Yeah.

Why did you think you were here?

I thought you wanted a lookout or something.

I'm policeman. I can't break into people's houses.

No one's going to suspect you because...

you know, you're basically a... ...a housewife.

- Fuck off. I'm a teacher. - You know what I mean.

And what if I say no?

If I go back to school and get ready for my interview?

Erin, please. I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate.

If I do this, we're done.

I just want my normal life back.

You are very lucky you have Jordi as a friend.

Now tell me what I've got to do.

Oh my God. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Okay.

- What? - Agustín's come home early!

You've got to get out of there.

- Okay, wait, but I'm almost done. - No, no, no, no, no!

Get out now!

I should never have sent you in. Agustín is crazy.

No, I just want this to be over and done with.

No, seriously. If he finds you, he'll kill you.

Jesus Christ.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Excuse me, ma'am. What are you doing here?

It's okay. Okay?

I'm not doing anything.

Hello!

Oh, fuck. Shit.

Be still!

Don't move.

Oh, shit.

Who are you and what are you doing in my house?

Don't move!

OPEN

...very talented making history in tennis.

- We're closed for lunch. - Please.

- We're closed for lunch. - Okay, but just one minute.

...to make sure you're up-to-date

with everything that's happened.

Thank you very much, we will update in the next hour...

- Where were you? - Traffic.

Right, well, the interview started 15 minutes ago and...

Oh my God, what are you wearing?

- I can get changed. Give me your blouse. - No. There is no time, okay?

They are about to leave, so just get in there.

You'll be fine.

Bright eyes, clear heart.

You really think it'll really be okay?

Yep. Mmm.

I'm so sorry I'm late.

We can give you five minutes, Mrs. Carter.

Oh, thank you.

This is Gabrielle Leon from the school board

and Penelope Reyna, a representative from the parent-teacher association.

Hello.

Mrs. Reyna and I actually know each other.

We live in the same neighborhood.

I thought you looked familiar.

Hello, neighbor.

So you've been with us as a substitute for a while now.

A full-time position is a significant step-up

in terms of responsibility and commitment.

What makes you think you're the right fit for us?

So, um...

Okay, I...

I know the answer you probably want to hear, but...

I don't.

I don't fit here.

I emigrated to London with my mum, but she died when I was young.

So I grew up moving between care homes.

I was rarely in the same class year-to-year.

I thought school was a waste of time.

So you were a bad student?

Oh, not bad.

The worst.

Look, most of the kids here are great.

But there are some kids who maybe believe

they don't deserve to be here for whatever reason.

And maybe I can help them in the way

I wished someone had helped me when I was at their age.

Thank you, Mrs. Carter.

I feel like I've learned more about you in two minutes than I have all year.

Good.

- Is that good? - It's not bad.

There are some question marks over your professionalism, though.

We're referring to the night of the school musical.

Apparently you left without informing anyone,

leaving us short-staffed,

during which time a classroom was badly vandalized.

I... I felt unwell.

You didn't think to inform anyone?

I meant to. It was just that I...

...I stepped outside to get some air and...

And you left a school event dangerously understaffed

with a building full of children.

I promise it won't happen again.

Hey, Harp, how was school?

- It was okay. - Better than bad.

- You're home! - Nice T-shirt.

Yeah, I'm working on my summer look.

How did the interview go?

- Sorry. - I'm sure you were amazing.

Um, yeah.

You never know with these things.

Oh, come on, you nailed it.

- They'd be crazy not to give you the job. - Yeah.

You're in a good mood, Mr. Martín.

Well, I am.

- Did Mrs. Martín come back? - Well, um, no.

No, I got a good break at work. You know, some very solid leads.

Well, be careful, Emilio.

We're worried about you.

Hey, Harp, brush your teeth.

Mmm.

I'll leave you guys to it.

Um, but I just want to say thank you

for being good friends and being good neighbors

and, well, I promise you from now on you're going to see a new Emilio Martín.

Okay?

- Yeah. - Great. Yeah.

Okay, we have got to find someone for him.

Is there anyone at school that you could set him up with?

Uh, no, I like the people I work with.

You have to hit it and twist.

I... I am doing that every time.

You think Ana will ever change her mind and... take Emilio back?

I don't know.

You know, some couples, they, uh...

One thing goes wrong and they just,

you know, they... they, you know...

You think we'll ever be like that?

No.

I'm not worried about us.

You're not, are you?

See, I like that.

Good, because you married it.

Oh, shit.

Harp?

Harp, are you okay?

What... what happened?

Hey, Harp, come on. It's okay.

- I'm okay, Mum. - Sit.

Harper, what's the matter? What happened?

I was just scared. That's all.

She's just feeling a bit overwhelmed at school.

There's year five exams are coming up. It's a difficult time.

She didn't seem overwhelmed.

You know, she seemed terrified.

After what happened at the supermarket, maybe she needs to talk to someone.

Yeah, but she doesn't need a shrink.

It might help.

But she already feels like she's different from the other kids.

Taking her to a specialist will only make it worse.

Well... ...I disagree.

I've made my decision.

It's not just your decision to make.

I don't understand what you're so scared of.

Hey, Harps. I have a surprise for you.

Bye. Have a lovely weekend.

Bye.

Bye.

Hi.

You're hovering.

I am, yes.

Um...

Sorry.

I didn't get the job.

From what I'm hearing,

they'll extend your part-time contract for another six months and then review it.

I can help you prepare for it.

Shit, I blew it, didn't I?

Apparently the interview went quite well,

but someone raised an objection.

What? Of course they did.

Penelope fucking Reyna. I swear to God, I'm gonna...

Hello.

I'm Daniel Lang.

I was told there was an issue with my son Dylan.

Which one of you is Mrs. Carter?

Hi. I'm... I'm Erin Carter.

I'm Dylan's form teacher until Mr. Luis gets back.

Olivia Thorne. School Administrator.

I'll leave you to...

Yeah.

So you're the person who gave my son zero marks for his mock exam?

I am, yes, but there's a reason...

Now I'm not saying that he's an A student, but really?

Zero?

Okay. If you just...

That's Dylan's exam paper.

I'm sorry.

I take it there's no way that this was an art exam?

No, and even if it was...

No. Sure. It's not exactly Picasso's Blue Period.

Okay. Um, what are we talking about here? Is it a suspension or detention or...

Why don't we call it a cry for help?

That's a really generous interpretation.

Yeah, I know. But Dylan is struggling academically.

And... this is like a preemptive strike.

- Better to fail than to be failed. - Exactly.

- He wants you to be angry with him. - Oh, he's doing a great job of that.

Yeah, but why don't you go the other way?

Give him support.

I don't know. Get him an after-school tutor.

Someone that can help him.

He wants help. He just doesn't know how to ask for it.

Okay.

Thank you.

And, please, if you have any questions, don't hesitate to call me.

Right.

Actually, I do have one.

Who is Penelope fucking Reyna?

I'm so sorry you heard that. That was very unprofessional of me.

Um, Penelope, she's this woman who blocked me

from getting a full-time position, but it's all...

Well, you see, my donations built that basketball court outside,

so maybe I could put in a good word for you.

Oh.

That's very kind of you. Um...

It's okay. You don't have to worry about me.

I'm not worried about you.

It's poor Penelope Reyna.

Harp, go on in. I need to go and see Penelope.

Please don't be crazy. Everyone thinks we're weird already.

But, I'm...

Hello, neighbor.

What the fuck is your fucking problem, Penelope? This is just...

Oh.

Hello.

- Hello. - Hello.

Sorry, you were saying something about my problem.

You know what this job meant to me. This is my family you're messing with.

- Are you threatening me? - Oh, come... No, of course not.

Everybody in the neighborhood is already scared of you.

I tell them, "Erin only killed that supermarket man in self-defense,"

but you know how they like to gossip.

This is all about you. You're the one that's screwing me over.

It wasn't me.

What?

I didn't vote against you, Erin. I honestly don't care

if you get a promotion or not.

Uh, I don't believe you.

You showed up late in a T-shirt that said "Life's a bitch."

- What did you think was going to happen? - Beach.

The T-shirt said, "Life's a beach."

So it really wasn't you?

You're not that important to me.

Here.

I stayed at a hotel recommended by my sister.

It had a swimming pool...

So, what was I saying?

- The summer collection. - Too expensive. But I love it.

- You have a lovely home. - Goodbye, Erin.

Some people don't know when they're not welcome.

Emilio!

...new contestants who will be facing the wall.

Emilio!

For those who have never watched the show...

Emilio!

...contestants must use their memory and general knowledge

in order to find all the answers on the wall

and win the jackpot.

The jackpot, yes.

"And how does the jackpot work?" I hear you ask.

I will explain.

The wall conceals itself and hides all the answers.

It shows them briefly and hides them again.

Where are you?

FIND/MAKE A SOUND/PATH

SEARCH

Yes. And then the game begins.

Every contestant gets a clue for each answer.

And then they have to combine

their memory and general knowledge to solve it.

Olivia will be here in half an hour, but I have to go now.

- I'll come with you. - You can't.

Why not?

Harper, for once, just do what I say.

Sorry.

No, I'm sorry. It's just I have to run an errand.

I know I'm so annoying.

All kids are annoying.

You're actually okay.

More than okay.

You're my favorite person in the world.

I love you, Harp.

Okay.

Olivia won't be long.

Okay?

María, shut up! I've had enough!

It was nothing. We're all good.

Some woman broke into my house, Emilio.

I'm not stupid. I know you sent her.

Look at me. Stay with me.

I helped you.

All I asked in return was for a few simple favors.

This is how you repay me?

You turned me into a bad cop.

No. You did that yourself.

Tell me who the woman is.

What was she doing in my house? Was she there to steal something?

- Huh? - Please... I'm sorry.

Come on! Come on! Move, move, move!

What's going on?

Ah!

Open the door! That bitch!

Shit. Shit.

Shit!

Where are you?

Bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Ah!

Emilio?

Son of a bitch!

Ah!

- I fell off the roof. - Yeah, you did.

Are you okay?

Yeah, fine. At least for now.

- What the hell was all that about? - He wanted to know who you are.

Uh, I haven't been honest with you.

What the fuck, Emilio? I fucking trusted you!

I'm sorry. I had no choice.

I had gambling debts.

Agustín said we would be even if I gave him some inside information, but

he always wanted more,

which is why I needed to shut him down.

I am sorry.

I'm sorry for involving you.

- Listen, we need to take you to hospital. - No, no, please. No way.

Yes, we do.

No, this gets reported, my superiors get involved. No way.

Just get something to patch me up now, please.

So, I do two damage to the ogre with my dagger

and it does 18 damage to me with its club, which means I'm dead.

Yeah, sorry.

No, that's fine. It's fun.

Probably should have found something better than the dagger, like a...

a sword or a gun or something.

Do they have guns in this game,

or is it all elves and fairies and whatnot?

They don't have guns.

Mum has one, though.

Great, I'll borrow hers then.

I'm sure you're mistaken.

It's in that bag.

I really shouldn't.

Oh my God.

That is so cute.

Pew, pew!

Oh, dear.

Come on.

- Hello. - Hello.

Thirty euros.

Anything else?

Here you go.

Who are you? I am very curious.

Hey! Hey!

Wait! Your change.

Hey, stop!

You break into my home! You fuck with my business!

So either you tell me who you are, or I get someone to find out.

I'm nobody. Really.

Fine, have it your way.

Please.

Don't send that photo.

Wrong answer.

Hey, hey, we need to go. We need to go! Get in the car!

Shit! Where's his phone?

Wh... why did you... why did you do that?

I don't know. I... I was trying to help!

How is this helping? You just made everything worse.

You just made everything fucking worse.

This is bad. This is bad. This is fucked up.

Thank you so much, Olivia. I really appreciate it.

It's no trouble at all. She's so much better behaved than my lot.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, yeah. It's just one of those days.

You know.

All right.

- See you next week. - Yeah.

Thank you. See you at school.

Fuck.

Fuck. Come on.

Come on.

- Just work! Just fucking... Fuck! - Erin?

Ah!

Okay. Whoa! Whoa! What happened?

- It's broken! It's fucking broken! - It's just the pipes. We'll fix it.

Hey. Whoa.

Are you okay?

I didn't get the job.

Okay.

I fucked up.

No, no, you didn't.

Yes, I did. I fucking fucked up.

- It's okay. - I let you all down.

Hey, that's okay.

We'll fix it.

No, you... you...

you can't fucking fix it. You...

Oh, baby, it's okay.

Hey.

No, we'll be all right.

It's going to be all right.