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Oh, God.

Just here, please.

Keep the change.

Morning. Car broke down. Nightmare.

Oh, shit.

OK...

Spag bol or lasagne today.

I can't do a dense carb at lunchtime.

It deoxygenates the brain, makes me very snoozy.

- Brian says that it should be... - Well, it's official.

I've filed my application for Atkins' job.

Congratulations, Nina.

- Jenna, will you apply? - What?

Head of English?

Uh, no. Um, has anyone got an iPhone charger?

Oh, yeah. Somewhere in this nest of vipers.

Do anything good last night?

I fell asleep watching one of the Marvels.

Classic school night.

How's Beth? How's her leg?

Getting there, yeah.

I found a very interesting article about chronic pain syndrome...

- You look tired. Out last night? - Tsh!

Well, you're allowed to go out and have a good time.

There's no law against that.

I know, but I don't remember any of it.

I woke up, well, not at home.

Oh.

Well, maybe, if the alcohol doesn't agree with you,

you should think about you know, giving up?

Hiya, Mr Mills.

Nina. Ms Garvey, I notice you have a free period later?

Yes.

Couple of planning bods coming to inspect the developments.

Few of the girls are going to be showing them around,

but they'll need supervision.

- You couldn't do the honours? - Um...

I'll take that as a resounding yes.

- I can do it. - No, no, it's fine.

Jenna's on the development committee. Thank you.

- You all right, Pauline? - Oh, yes. Yes, yes.

The Wainwright bequest was set up

to encourage physical education for all,

so the new gym facility is actually available

to all local state schools.

Earlbridge is really good at helping deprived kids,

like with scholarships,

so they can come here and get a decent education.

Oh, God, Kyle.

Sorry.

Are you all right? Sorry.

Kyle, darling? Come here, let me see.

- I'll be all right, Miss. - Oh, that looks bad.

Don't be brave.

Go on. Go and get checked by the nurse.

Um, actually, Izzy, can you take over?

I've got get back to my lessons, sorry.

This way.

Oh, shit.

In.

Hi. You, uh, wanted to see me?

Ah, yes, come in.

- Thanks for taking on the planners. - No, it's fine.

Izzy charmed them with her preppy Princess act.

Right.

You should know, someone's been emailing the school about you.

Malicious emails.

_

_

Absurd accusations, some twisted prank.

We can investigate, unless you, know who or why?

I... No, I mean, these are...

It's the anonymity of cyberspace.

Allows powerless, bitter little trolls to lash out.

I mean, this is all lies.

I'm not for an instant taking these seriously.

I just wanted to double-check no skeletons...

because I would like you to apply for Head of English.

Oh.

I have great faith in your skill and enthusiasm.

You are your father's daughter, after all.

How is Roger?

Yes, well.

His renown and, well, he's the reason we're both teachers.

My mum was my inspiration.

I don't remember your mother. She wasn't at Saint Magness?

No, Kettley High.

Ah. I hope she wasn't there during the bad old days.

Uh, no, no, it was.

Well, thank you but, um...

I'd actually like to stay on the front line, you know, teaching.

Do talk to your father.

I think he'd like you to go for it.

Elizabeth Bennett gets her skirts dirty which is thought scandalous.

Now, unfortunately, we haven't really moved on that much from that day.

We're still rated by wealth and class,

scared to slip into poverty and obscurity.

Like Kyle's mum.

Reputation is still very important.

Just look at the Daily Mail side bar of shame.

- Or Izzy's Instagram. - What?

Your reputation, Izzy, is based on likes and followers, right?

One bad word, one selfie misdemeanour

and your reputation could crumble.

Now, if only you were as bothered about your academic reputation.

More focus, less sniping, please, and you might just scrape a six.

Miss, what about your reputation?

- I've heard you been down Lazarus club. - Thank you.

What I do in my spare time is none of your business.

It's a meat market, miss.

My brother goes down there to pull. You better watch out.

Right. Thank you. Enough.

Oh, Aisha, sweetheart,

we're not doing after school revising, OK?

Darling, you need to trust yourself.

If you sat your exam now, you'd breeze a nine.

Will you just believe in yourself, OK? Trust yourself.

You've still got two months to revise. Al right, darling?

Go, go on.

Been in a fight, have you, Kyle?

Was it over the last bag of nuggets down the food bank?

Don't let her get to you.

Impressive self-control, Kyle.

I feel sorry for her.

It can't be easy being that much of a massive bitch.

That's off the record.

Miss, is now a good time?

Uh, what?

- You said you'd help me with my audition. - Did I?

Yeah, we spoke about it, don't you remember?

- Um... - The National Youth Theatre.

Oh. Yeah, of course.

Well, anything to help a budding thespian.

I'm not a thespian, Miss. Why, are you a thespian?

I should hope not. Be a right shame.

OK, um...

Well, what've you got for me? Please don't be Hamlet.

- No, it's, uh, a poem. - OK.

Summer is fading.

The leaves fall in ones and twos

from trees the bordering the new recreation ground.

In the willow of afternoons young mothers assemble.

Behind them, at intervals

stand husbands in skilled trades.

An estate-full of washing.

And the albums, lettered Our Wedding lie near the television.

Uh...

I knew I shouldn't have done a poem, it's going to be shit. I'm sorry...

No, it's not. Listen...

if you want to get anywhere in life, you're going to have to work

twice as hard as the privileged kids, it's not fair.

But I want you to go for this, please. OK?

Don't let the bastards grind you down.

She was my age, when she died.

Weird to think.

Shame you were so late. I'd made beef bourguignon.

I don't eat beef.

- I invited Sean. - Why?

Dad, it's Mum's birthday, it's private.

I don't want to see him, he's always so nice and smug.

He can't make it.

Something about childcare issues.

I suppose you'll want a drink?

I spoke to the vicar about a memorial service for Mum.

As it's 20 years, since...

Happy Birthday, Mum.

Alison.

Mr Mills. Ken. He... he wants me to go for Head of English.

I was Deputy Head, at your age.

I suppose you want me to put in a good word?

No, no.

I don't need that. I don't even,

I don't even know if I go for it.

No.

Bye, then.

- Morning. - Ah, Jenna, something for you.

- Your Year Ten's results. - The mocks?

They should... They were due tomorrow, no?

- Read for yourself. - Oh.

Your set did very well. Exceptionally well.

I mean, even the most challenged pupils out there.

Oh, wow, Oliver got a five.

And Ivan. This is...

- God, if they carry on like this... - Quite.

You know, I do think changing boards was a good move,

I mean, the set texts are so much more relevant and, honestly,

I've never seen kids embrace lit crit like this lot.

- It's a fluke. - Hardly, Jenna.

Don't be so self-effacing. It's all down to you.

Have you got it in for Izzy or something?

- Hello. - A four?

This is a six or five at the least.

She explores all the topics that'll be covered in the exam.

The argument is well-crafted.

Yeah, a little too well-crafted.

What does that mean?

Look, I know you want what's best for your child...

What are you saying?

I'm saying that you, like many other well-meaning,

attachment parents, are helping Izzy a bit too much.

I don't believe this. You're actually accusing me of...?

Look...

You might have a blind spot as a parent, but as a teacher,

you know this won't help with her in exams or in life.

Are you telling me how to raise my child?

You, of all people?

Me, of all people, in what way?

You think your lifestyle is any kind of example?

I don't think you were averse to a bit of lifestyle yourself back in the day?

I've worked hard to get where I am, to get my child where she is.

Uh-uh. Very commendable. Now, you might want to let Izzy do some

of that work for herself, eh?

Hi, kids. Come in.

Hiya, Sasha. Right, phones off, please. Thank you.

Sit down.

Sit down, please. Come on.

And again, and again.

Terrible pass, terrible pass.

Fingers crossed. Just remember,

you're a brilliant teacher, you love teaching.

Yes. I'm going to try my best.

Oi, oi, oi! A bit of hush, please.

Goodness me. Hormones on legs.

They need bromide in their tea.

You know Kyle is so like my first boyfriend.

He was dodgy, but with like an innate dignity.

"Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow."

Steady, Mrs Shakespeare, maybe you need bromide in your tea as well?

- What is bromide? - You know, libido suppressant.

They used to give it to prisoners.

- I'll see you later. - Yeah.

Do you believe in exclusion?

Of course...

Thank you. We'll be in touch.

Twat, twat, twat!

Went well, then?

Ugh! They were so uptight and patronising.

Like Nina times a thousand.

Hey, you'll have been fine. Just being yourself would be enough.

I wasn't, though. I was trying to be...

Trying to say what they wanted to hear, you know. Eugh!

I feel so grubby and humiliated.

Like, I've prostituted myself.

So what are you doing now, then?

Going home and getting very drunk.

Fancy some company?

I can call round later.

Yeah, thanks for your text.

At least have the decency to pick up the phone and call me

if you're going to stand me up, you spineless dick!

- RLF Taxis. - Hello. Yeah, can I get a car, please?

- What time? - Right away, thanks.

Yeah, no worries, where from?

34, Stroham Way. Going into town. Lazarus.

- The club? Five minutes. - The club, yeah.

Izzy does seem very angry these days.

What's she got to be angry about? She has everything, Pauline.

- Seems like she's upset about something. - Hiya.

Maybe it's boyfriend trouble.

- This is nice. - Hm.

Jenna.

I said sorry.

Can we not just discuss?

There's nothing to discuss.

It's no big deal.

Tonight?

Please? I'll make it up.

We'll see.

Ms Garvey. A word?

Uh, yeah.

You really don't like her.

She's just rigid, you know, no room for imagination, or passion.

It's teachers like her that ruin creative minds.

Well, she won't last long with you.

So, I would just like to raise a glass to our new Head of English.

Huge credit to our other candidates.

I mean, it was just a two-horse race, really.

But the best horse won. Cheers.

Cheers. Sorry, Nina.

Ken said to put it all on the school credit card.

Yeah. I don't think he meant the extra alcohol.

Ugh, good another one.

This keeps telling me I'm getting messages. What is it?

They're notifications for an instant messaging app.

What?

What you on about? That's for kids.

Why have you got it? Want to send me a picture?

Stop. Stop it!

Make me.

Oh, God, another one. Piss off!

- How do I get rid of it? - Right. I should get going.

What? No, wait this is my big night.

I thought we were going to celebrate.

I just, I said I'd be back by 11.

"I said I'd be back by 11." Pussy.

Ben, can I give you a lift home?

I'll see you on Monday, OK? Just take it easy, yeah?

I should get home too.

Oh, my God, bloody lightweights!

OK, right, me and you, Lazarus. No excuses.

What's "Lazarus"?

The only place open late in this shitty town.

Oh, I don't know.

I said Brian could stay tonight.

His flat's very damp, and his chest's bad.

Just ring him, get him to come!

Please, don't let me celebrate on my own. Come on.

- All right. - Yes!

You don't have to go with her, Pauline. I should keep an eye.

Oh, she's a grown-up. Sort of.

Well, she's a bit wobbly. It's the alcohol.

Doesn't agree with her.

I know you two don't see eye-to-eye, but she's a good person, Nina.

Right...

Come on, girl.

- Come on, we're going! - Oh!

I'm going to give you the best night. Come on.

All right, trouble.

Al right, Jojo. How you doing? You all right?

I feel like I'm 100.

That's because you are. Come on what do you want?

Hey, can we get two shots?

Oh, my goodness, it's Gerard. Do you remember?

And Max and Jimmy.

They were in my form, they've grown.

- What? Where? - What if they see us?

Oh, my God, it is!

- Jenna? - Boys, what are you saying?

Good to see you!

What am I doing out with you? Who's is this? I'm having it.

That's strong.

Woo!

You look good. I'll see you in a minute.

Can you believe that?

- Unbelievable how they've grown, in it? - Hm.

Two more shots. Billy... Billy.

Two more shots, please.

No. I don't think so, Jenna, I don't think you should.

Ah, I love, this song! Pauline come on.

Come dance with me, please. Please. Come on. Woo!

Yeah!

Oh, my God, Kyle!

What're you doing in here, you naughty boy?

You shouldn't be in here.

My God, I can't believe it.

Guess who's here? Kyle. Kyle Hope is here.

He's... he's gone, he was...

- I think we should get you home. - No.

Oh, come on, Jenna. You'll thank me tomorrow.

No. No. Get off me, Pauline. I don't want to go home.

- Jenna, come on. - No. Pauline, go away!

Oh, God.

Morning.

Morn...

Is something going on?

Err, what's happening?

Did you not get my messages?

This is erm...

Look I'll come straight to the point.

Christ.

There's been a report of inappropriate behaviour

- between yourself and a pupil. - What?

Who do you mean?

Obviously, I can't go into details.

Is it another troll sending those emails?

No, it's come directly from a source, here at the school.

A source? Who?

Inappropriate behaviour? What's happening here?

Jenna, I have to take this seriously.

I have done nothing wrong.

I need you to stay away from the school.

No, no, what do you mean?

What am I being accused of?

I've arranged for your lessons to be...

Look, I'm sure this is all a misunderstanding.

Yes, yes, it is.

I have a lot of time for your father,

but my hands are tied here.

You have to leave, please.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Hello.

Hi. It's Jenna.

Erm, how are you?

Yes, sure, same as ever. You?

I got the job. Head of English.

Yes.

Have you, erm,

have you spoken to Mr Mills, Ken, at all, recently?

Ken Mills? No.

I can't take credit for your promotion,

if that's what you're angling for?

I'm DI Sowerby, Yorkshire Police. This is DS Novotny.

- Are you Ms Jenna Garvey? - Yes.

I'm arresting you under Section 16 of the Sexual Of fences Act 2003.

You do not have to say anything

but it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned

something which you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

Please, I haven't done anything. This is insane.

My God.

Are you well enough to continue with the interview?

- For the tape. - Err, yeah. Yes.

OK, so, erm, you were telling me your whereabouts last Friday night,

specifically between the hours of midnight and 3 A.M.?

We went to Lazarus in town.

That's the nightclub on the high street?

- Yes. - And what time was this?

Erm, I don't know, pub closing, so 11:30?

A few of us out. I'd just been made Head of English.

Is Lazarus nightclub somewhere you all go to often?

Not really.

So you'd never been there before?

Well, not with the others.

I have been, a few times, you know, now and then.

What sort of crowd would you say frequent Lazarus?

Crowd? What do you mean?

Well, not many people your age go there.

No, but I'm, I'm... So what?

How long did you stay at the club?

I don't know, erm,

err, a couple of hours, I think.

You don't sound sure.

Well, we were celebrating, I'd had a drink, things are a bit hazy.

How much had you had to drink?

Enough to say you were tipsy, intoxicated, drunk...

legless?

Can you tell me who else you spoke to at Lazarus that night?

Erm, other than the others, well,

the bouncer, the barman, I guess.

Again, you don't sound sure.

Well, we were celebrating.

Do you remember talking to any students?

- Pupils? - No.

What do you remember?

- Erm... - Do you remember leaving the club?

This is going to sound bad but I... I have blackouts when I drink.

How much do you forget during one of these blackouts?

Well, everything, but I mean...

I've never... nothing bad has ever happened.

Would you recall if you'd engaged

in sexual activity during one of these blackouts?

- Yes. Of course. - How would you if you forget everything?

I just would. I can trust myself not to.

Why, why are you asking all this? What's it got to do with anything?

Ms Garvey,

you've been accused of engaging

in a sexual act with a minor on the premises of Lazarus nightclub.

What?

No... No, I... I would never do anything like that.

That's not me. That is... Come on, I would remember.

I would remember copping off with some kid in the bogs. I mean...

In the bogs?

- Do you mean bogs as in toilets? - What?

In the toilets.

That's where you're accused of engaging in sexual activity with Kyle Hope.

Kyle? No... No.

Now, I didn't mention that detail previously.

Something ringing a bell after all?

OK, I'm going to need you to submit to a forensic exam.

She'll ask about recent sexual activity,

she'll also take swabs,

urine and blood samples...

if you consent.

Oh, and err,

yeah, Staff Sergeant said you didn't log your mobile.

I presume you have one?

No, I... I lost it last week at school.

Hm.

Interview terminated 10:30 A.M.

We'll also need the clothing

and underwear you had on at the time of the offence.

I didn't... There was no offence.

He looks about 20. There's no defense there, though.

She's his teacher, his moral guardian.

And even if he were 17, she'd be breaking the law.

Oi.

OK, er, to-do list.

Er, I'm going to chase up the club's CCTV,

if you can ask the school about Jenna Garvey's phone going missing.

And check out the Children's Barred List

for anyone matching her. Also we should search her car.

Kyle?

Kyle, what have you said to the police?

You know they've arrested me?

You could stop this now. Tell them it's not true.

This could ruin my life.

What are you doing? You're not supposed to speak to me

- or come near me or owt. - Oi! What is going on?

Get away from him.

- Get away from him, you dirty old bitch. - Mum, please don't.

No, get away from my child, you fucking pig.

Mum... Mum, stop.

- You dirty fucking pig. - Mum, stop.

Stay away from my kid, yeah. You fucking dirty paedo.

- Fuck you. I'm calling the police, yeah. - Stop it. Mum.

I'm calling the police right now. I hope you go down.

- I hope you suffer. - Mum, stop.

And I hope you fucking rot.

Come on.

You have one new message, left Saturday at 4:02 A.M.

Hi, Ms Garvey.

Jenna, I don't know what to call you.

I just, erm, I hope you're OK,

and, um...

I'm sorry for whatever happens.

I just, um, I just wanted to let you know that

I loved fucking you.

No, no, no.

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