01x01 - Episode 1

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Oh, God.

Just here, please.

Keep the change.

Morning. Car broke down. Nightmare.

Oh, sh*t.

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, sh*t.

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 b*tch.

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 sh*t. 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 b*stards 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 d*ck!

- 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." p*ssy.

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 b*tch.
- Mum, please don't.

No, get away from
my child, you f*cking pig.

Mum... Mum, stop.

- You dirty f*cking pig.
- Mum, stop.

Stay away from my kid,
yeah. You f*cking dirty paedo.

- f*ck 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 f*cking 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 f*cking you.

No, no, no.