Mm, bedtime.
No, no, no, no, no.
He wouldn't.
I told you it's over.
I must be out of my mind. What was I thinking?
Again?
What is he even talking about?
Hello?
God, I am tired.
Come on.
Thank God. I've been staring at this computer screen
for the past hour.
And how's it going?
Well, I'm on my fourth cup of coffee,
and still not a single word.
Gothic romance novelist and English teacher?
I swear, Charlotte, I don't know how you do it.
Well, it's my first try. I don't know either,
Well, I hate to burst that creative bubble that you're in,
but I need your new semester forms.
Oh, I haven't. I'm sorry.
Things have just been so crazy.
It's okay.
I need them by the end of the day.
They're waiting for you on your desk.
You'll have them by tomorrow, I promise.
Good luck with the book, superstar.
Bye, Lydia.
Okay.
Where are the children's books?
All the way to the back of the store.
Thanks.
Hey, Charlotte. How's it going?
I'm all right. How about you?
Good. We just got the new Karen Clark book in.
Ooh, awesome.
How's your book coming?
- Don't ask. - Sorry.
Well, just holler if you need anything.
Thanks.
Gotta love it, huh?
Love what?
Like an actual bookstore.
Yeah. They do make it really easy
to just Amazon these days, don't they?
Yeah, but then you can't touch it first,
maybe read the back jacket.
I'm Chris.
Charlotte.
I wish my students had this much enthusiasm for reading.
I am a teacher over at Roosevelt High.
You're a teacher.
Some days. Others, I just feel like a glorified babysitter.
Well, it's very cool to meet a fellow book lover my age.
As much as it pains me to say this,
I think I'm just a little bit older than you.
Come on, what are you, 23, 24?
Sure, yeah. Sounds about right.
So what are you doing in the romance section?
You don't seem like the typical fan.
Is that where I am?
Yeah. They're not so bad.
Actually, my grandma Pat would agree with you
a thousand percent.
She took care of me after my parents died.
Oh, God. I'm sorry. That's really, really awful.
You know, it's all good. It's okay.
We got along famously,
and she was obsessed with romance novels.
Wow. My kind of grandma.
- When does school start again? - Next week.
You're not gonna spend one of your last days of freedom
in a bookstore, are you?
Uh, I mean, not the whole day.
Why don't you meet me later, and we can hang out?
Really?
Yeah.
I don't-- I don't think I can.
Oh, I get it. You have a boyfriend.
No. Actually, we're on a break.
So seize the day.
You actually would be doing me a favor.
I just moved here, and I barely know anyone.
I don't know.
Tell you what.
Why don't you give me your number
while you figure it out?
Can't believe I'm doing this.
Catch you later, Charlotte.
So I'm not trying to ruin your chill or anything,
but shouldn't you be working on your sex book right now?
You know it's not a sex book.
And yes, I should be.
You just need something to help get the creative juices flowing.
Have you heard from Scott?
Don't ask.
You should use it.
Aren't you supposed to write what you know?
A flaky boyfriend isn't exactly great source material
for passion and romance.
You need to get out there, find some inspiration.
Yeah, maybe you're right.
So do it. You could use a seedy, yet tasteful encounter.
Okay, let's not get crazy.
No, Charlotte, that's what I'm saying.
You need a little crazy in your life.
Who's that?
Just this guy I met at the bookstore this morning.
Oh, yeah? Is he cute?
Very. Kind of sweet too.
Hmm. What does this cute, sweet book reader want
from the likes of you?
- Let me see! - Hey, Maddie!
And you have plans tonight.
Rusty's, 7.00. Be there.
You can thank me later.
I'm really glad you texted me back.
I didn't think you were going to.
Yeah, I didn't think so either,
but it was kinda out of my hands.
Hey, Charlotte. Good to see you.
Hey, Paul, what's up?
Ah, you know. Can I get you the usual?
Sounds good.
I'll have what she's having.
Uh, you, I don't know.
I get that all the time.
Okay, you're good.
- Did you hear that? - What?
I'm good.
This was exactly what I needed.
Maddie would flip out if she could see me right now.
Who's Maddie?
Oh, she's my roommate and best friend.
Hmm. And why would she be doing that?
Well, because it was her idea for me to get out
and get a little inspiration.
I was hired to write one of those romance novels
your grandmother loved so much.
Very cool. I've never met a real writer before.
What's it about?
Well, it's about this older man who seduces this young widow,
haunted by the memories of her dead husband.
Yeah, it's not really going like I hoped.
I'm completely blocked.
Well, I don't know if you knew this about me,
but I'm super talented at unblocking things.
Is that so?
It's kinda my thing.
Thank you so much for the drink and the amazing company.
Yeah.
You know, I do have to stop by work
to pick something up, so...
Can I tag along?
Uh, sure. Yeah, I guess so.
Great.
I just wanna say thanks for coming out.
No, thank you. I had so much fun.
It's been so long since the last time I was in school.
This will be interesting.
- After you. - Ooh, such a gentleman.
It's just right over there.
I can't believe I just did that.
I know.
I can't believe I just did that here.
I lied before.
This was what I needed.
I kinda lied to you too.
You probably think I'm like this all the time, but the truth is
it's been awhile since I've felt this good.
Okay, so let me get this straight.
You're intelligent,
you've got the looks and the body like a male model,
good teeth, no visible scars.
What's the glitch?
I'm a terrible kisser.
Wait. What time is it?
Oh, crap.
I've never had a one-night stand before.
You're so sweet and cute,
but the whole hooking up with a stranger thing,
it's not really my style.
Come on, we gotta get out of here.
So...
thank you for getting me out of the house.
I will never forget it.
You never know. Maybe we'll run into each other again someday.
Oh, Chris.
I don't think so.
We shall see.
What do you want, Scott?
Oh, good morning to you too. You're in a great mood.
Well, I was until you called.
Oh? I'm just calling to see if you want to grab dinner
sometime this week.
Tried stopping by last night, but you weren't home.
Wait, you were here last night?
Twice. Once around 8.00 and again around 11.00.
Where were you?
- Out. - Out?
That doesn't sound like you.
Well, maybe you don't know me as well as you think you do.
Were you like on a date or something?
No, you don't get to ask me that.
Charlotte, I can't believe you were actually on a date.
You know what I can't believe? After four years together,
you still don't know if I'm the person you want to be with.
- That's not true. - No?
Great. If you have something different to say,
I would love to hear it.
- Charlotte... - Yeah, that's what I thought.
I gotta go.
- Um, what's wrong? - What do you think?
He's persistent, I'll give him that.
Inconsistent is more like it.
So can I borrow that green summer dress I love?
- The low-cut one? - I have a date tonight.
If you spent half as much time as you do on bad dates
and actually spent it looking for a real job...
Forget about me. I want to hear about your date last night.
Um, uh...
Wait a minute.
You didn't!
What did you do?
You're bad! I can't believe it!
You know, it's not something I would normally do,
- but I have to say... - You had fun.
- I did. - See? I told you.
You did something crazy, and the world didn't end.
You need to start trusting me more.
And since it was basically me
who sent you off on this mission of pleasure--
Fine. You can take it.
Thank you.
But I want it back. Clean.
Yeah.
Hey.
- Hey, guys. - Hey, Charlotte.
I got your forms last week finally. Thank you.
My pleasure.
So, Lee, how was your summer?
Summer softens the mind. And yourself?
You know, it got off to a rough start,
but had a nice landing.
Did you see what was tagged on north wall this morning?
No. What?
In big letters, it said, "Vice Principal Clark eats..."
Well, you can imagine the rest.
Actually, I-I can.
Wow. He is more fun than ever, huh?
He's always been cranky,
even before his wife died last winter.
- Oh, God, I almost forgot. - 26 years together.
- I can't imagine. - Speaking of,
are we gonna hear those wedding bells with you and Scott?
Okay, wrong question. Um...
How's the book coming along?
Better than ever.
Good. That's exactly what I want to hear.
Have a great day.
You too, darling.
Romeo and Juliet.
Shakespeare's tribute to star-crossed lovers.
Let's dive in.
That was fast.
Why can't we just watch the movie?
Okay, guys, this isn't film class.
We're here to read.
Okay, I'll tell you what. You give me your full attention,
we'll make it through the first act,
then watch that part of the movie to compare and contrast,
move on to Act Two and so on and so forth.
How does that sound?
Sounds awesome.
Hi. Uh, what are you doing here?
It's the first day of school.
I'm Chris Williams. I'm new here.
Oh. Uh...
Um, nice to meet you, Chris. I'm Miss Hanson.
I know your name.
"Charlotte Hanson, English Lit."
Or am I in the wrong place?
Uh, no.
Welcome to Roosevelt High.
Thank you.
This is what we're tackling first.
Perfect.
Even though, from the very beginning of the play...
uh, we can see that the two families,
the bad blood that they have with each other,
- it's destroying the city.
Oh. Looks like we're done for today.
We'll pick up tomorrow.
Oh.
Chris, can I talk to you for a second?
I hope last night won't affect my grade.
Why didn't you tell me you're still in high school?
You never asked.
I didn't ask you if you were a serial killer.
That's kind of something that you tell somebody.
If you knew I was in high school,
would you have met me at that bar?
No.
Would we have come back here?
No! Absolutely not!
Then you know why I didn't tell you.
Now we get to spend more time together.
Do you know how much trouble I could get into for this?
Relax. I just turned 18.
Thank God.
Wait, you had an ID at the bar.
Like those are hard to come by.
Okay, look at me.
If anybody finds out about, you know, I'm finished.
Here or any other school.
Okay, I promise.
No one has to know what happened between us.
There is no us, okay?
I'm your teacher, you're my student. That's it
If that's the way it has to be, Charlotte...
Miss Hanson.
Then that's the way it has to be.
I just ask one thing, all right?
Send me some of your book.
I just want to see what you can do.
Okay, if I do that,
this is the last time we talk about the bookstore
or the bar or...
Your desk?
All of it.
- Deal? - Deal.
- Hey. - Hi.
You look like you could use this.
Oh, thank you, I could.
First day, always a bear.
So how are you doing? Really.
I subscribe to the triple-A theory
on all things in life
adjust, adapt, accept.
I like that.
I miss waking up with her in the morning though,
I will say that.
So...
I saw you talking with our new student, Mr. Williams, today.
You did?
I did.
Anything you want to tell me?
Uh...
You know me. I like to get an early read on the new kids.
Right, of course, yeah.
So?
Do you think Mr. Williams is gonna fit in?
Or do you think he's gonna be a problem?
Well, I just met him today, but no.
No, I... I don't expect any problems from him.
Good.
Who made coffee this morning? It's excellent.
- Come on, come on. - Stop it.
Hey, hands off of her!
Whoa, whoa! Come on! Hey, what are you doing?
I'm trying to talk to this girl.
Hey, you going rough on my teacher?
- No, man, I-- - Huh? A woman?
- I was not trying-- - Yeah, okay, get out of here!
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
I've never seen that side of you before.
I'm full of surprises.
You shouldn't be calling me.
Sorry. I wanted to do a little reading before bed.
When are you gonna send over those chapters?
Yeah, about that.
I'm starting to think that's not such a great idea.
But we had a deal.
Right, but the last thing I need is for someone to find out
that I'm talking on the phone to a student,
much less sharing something so... intimate.
So I shouldn't post this to the Roosevelt High Twitter page?
When did you take this?
You don't have any other photos from that night
that I don't know about, do you?
That's all the photos I got. I swear.
You're staring at it, aren't you?
- No. - You should.
We look hot together.
All right, listen.
I'll send you the chapters I have so far, but that's it.
No more innuendos, no more flirtatious looks.
You're just another guy in my class,
listening to me drone on and on about dead writers.
I know.
That was the deal, remember?
Okay, fine. I'll send it right now.
- Charlotte? - In here.
Hey.
How was your coffee date?
Should've swiped left on his ass.
I need a drink.
Come to Rusty's with me?
Sure, why not?
I gotta go. Happy reading.
Who are you and what have you done to my best friend?
Excuse me?
I don't know. You just seem different.
I can't explain it.
This guy must have really done a number on you.
And I bet I know what number it was too.
You are such a nut.
So when are you meeting up with this bookstore stud again?
Oh, I'm not.
Are you insane? Why wouldn't you hit that again?
Just not a good idea. Trust me.
Then send him my way, damn it.
I gotta go.
I knew it. Fine, go.
Tell Scott I said to crap or get off the pot, will ya?
I will.
Gotta love it, huh?
Gotta love what?
You know, mingling with actual people.
No dating apps, no swiping this way or that way.
Whatever happened to the art of just walking up
to a pretty girl at the bar and saying hi?
Hi.
Hi. I'm Maddie.
Frank. You here by yourself?
I wasn't until my friend bailed on me.
Oh, me too.
Where'd yours run off to?
Ex-boyfriend. Big mess.
What do you mean?
Oh, he's an artist. You know the type.
- Can't commit. - Is he any good?
Good enough to have a studio on Franklin Street.
He's always there. I'm sure that's where she went.
Hey, what was so important
that you had to see me like right away?
I'm telling you, Charlotte,
everything I've shot since you left me looks like hot garbage.
I want to take you to dinner.
'Cause hot garbage to dinner is such a disgusting segue.
I'm serious.
You see?
I'm serious.
I can tell.
I mean, if you can do that,
then I'm pretty sure you can share a meal with me.
Ever heard of a booty call?
Come on. You know it'll be good times.
You can sit back and have a good laugh
at just how pathetic my life has become
over a nice chef salad.
- Hmm. - No egg.
Extra dressing?
- On the side. - Mm-hmm.
Just give it some thought, okay?
Okay.
So... how's the book coming?
Great. I'm actually plowing right through it.
Really? I thought you had writer's block.
Yeah, I... I got rid of it.
Oh.
Well, that must be a relief. How'd you do it?
I gotta get to class.
Hello?
Ohh! Scared the hell out of me.
Sorry, man. I didn't mean any harm.
No, no, no, it's okay.
Something I can help you with?
Oh, just passing by. Thought I'd check out your work.
Yeah, yeah, of course. I'm Scott.
Jeremy.
So what's your story, Scott?
Ah, I guess it's just the life
of a typical professional photographer.
Make most more money off my commercial work, but...
These cityscapes are your real passion.
I can tell.
Really dig your work, man.
Oh, thanks.
I just moved to town.
Been staring at empty walls for a few weeks now.
Sounds awful.
Anything catching your eye?
Yeah, like all of them.
The way you frame this photo, I'm telling you,
it'd look awesome in my new place.
I guess a few of them would.
- Where'd you move from? - Miami.
What passes for taste down there,
everything's just so...
Shiny?
- So you been? - Yeah. I actually went to UFL.
- What part of-- - Look, Scott.
I'm just gonna come out and say it, all right?
I really dig your work.
I guess the only problem that I can see is my mother.
Uh, how so?
Well, she had a saying
"Never make a major purchase without sleeping on it first."
Well, mothers. They know best, right?
Right.
So is it cool I just think about it a little bit
and then come back and see you again?
Yeah, yeah, of course.
Hey, Jeremy, uh, how major a purchase are we talking?
Let me surprise you.
Romeo isn't the coolest character in the beginning.e t
He's kind of cranky. He doesn't think before he acts.
Even his best friends think he's annoying.
But Juliet, she's different than Romeo.
Thoughtful. More practical.
She knows if she refuses her mother's request
to consider Paris as a mate,
that's gonna do her no good,
even though she's clearly not interested.
Sorry. I know I'm late.
- I guess that's it for today.
I'll see you guys tomorrow.
- Do you have a late note? - Nope.
You can't just come and go as you please. Where were you?
How was the rest of your night? You do anything fun?
Don't you have another class to get to?
Don't you want to know what I thought about your book?
Of course I do.
All right, well, it was really awesome.
I guess you're not blocked anymore.
Don't.
I thought it was an older guy in your story.
You didn't change the age because of me, did you?
I'm serious.
I swore I could feel us spilling off those pages.
Took me back to our night,
you and me on your desk, wrapped in each other arms.
I know you remember.
Don't.
Ahem.
Oh, Lee, hi. We were just finishing up here.
Oh, you're right about that.
I think you need to get to class, young man.
Mr. Williams, maybe you didn't hear me.
I said you need to get to class.
Okay, I get it. That might have looked---
Might have?
Look, I don't like to mince words, so I'll just say it.
When I saw you and Mr. Williams
talking way too close the second time in one week,
do you know what I thought?
- What? - I'll tell you what I thought.
I thought about all those adult males out there
reading about female teachers sleeping with their students
and wondering, "Where were they when I was in high school?"
Like it's some kind of goddamn joke!
Well, I am not one of those men.
And I'm not one of those women, believe me. I would never--
He just came to the school.
You know how difficult that can be.
I was just giving him a little extra help.
Little extra help. It looked to me
like he was helping himself just fine.
- That's presumptive. - Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.
Either way, I'm taking him out of your class.
I'm not in the business of looking foolish, Charlotte.
A story gets around about a teacher messing with a student,
it's a bad look for the people in charge,
so if I see you and Mr. Williams within 10 feet of each other
inside my school or out,
I promise you will never stand in front of a classroom again.
Do you understand?
Got it.
And whatever this was or might have been...
is over now.
- You're gonna get me fired. - What'd he say?
He's gonna have you transferred out of my class.
And as long as he's walking the halls,
we can't even look in each other's direction.
- It was my fault. - Yeah, no kidding.
I'll just have to live with it, I guess.
Maybe it's for the best.
You know, just easier that way.
Yeah.
Yeah, you're probably right.
Good, good. I'm glad we're finally on the same page.
Oh, we are.
Don't worry.
Okay.
Mr. Williams, what the hell are you doing here?
Just checking out my new neighborhood, that's all.
Too young to drink.
And I bet you're not too old to remember
there's ways around that.
All right, son--
Have you been drinking your sorrows away?
What?
I heard you lost your wife not too long ago,
and I'm really sorry about that.
I know if there was something keeping me
and the love of my life apart,
I'd be sad too.
And real goddamn mad.
You're not going to transfer me
out of Charlotte's class now, are you?
Charlotte?
Because her and I,
we have a very special relationship.
Uh-huh. I knew it.
The only thing you need to know
is to back the hell off of us or I--
Or what?
Listen to me, Mr. Williams,
I suggest you stop this nonsense right now and get yourself home.
And I fully expect you in my office
first thing in the morning,
so we can officially put an end
to whatever you and Miss Hanson have going on.
Fine.
Charlotte?
Hey.
Can you believe it?
Believe what?
You haven't heard?
Come on you're scaring me. Just tell me what happened.
It's Lee.
He killed himself.
What?
When?
Last night.
I tell you, I haven't stopped shaking since I heard about it.
How? How did he do it?
Shot himself in his car.
- Oh, my God. - I know.
Looks like he couldn't get over losing his wife, after all.
He's like the last person I thought
would do something like that.
Me too.
I guess you never really know someone, do you?
I'm sorry I had to give you the bad news.
Thanks for letting me know.
- I'll talk to you soon. - Okay.
So this guy just showed up at the studio out of the blue?
Yeah. He says he's interested in a couple photos,
but he needs to sleep on it first.
That's a good thing, right?
Yeah, if he comes back and buys, it is.
I can't stop thinking about Lee.
I can't believe he would do that.
Yeah, no, it's horrible.
Didn't he just lose his wife?
Yeah, last winter.
See? I listen to you when you talk.
So, uh, last night, huh?
Yeah.
Yeah, that was... interesting.
I didn't hear you complaining.
I wasn't, and I'm not now, at all.
I'm just kind of curious what got into you.
Oh, we didn't order dessert.
It's on the house, ma'am. Enjoy.
Oh, I'd enjoy it a lot more
if he didn't just call me "ma'am."
I, um... I think I got your piece.
What do you mean, my piece?
Scott.
Look, I'm sorry it took me so long, okay?
I suppose I could get into
how my father's been married three times,
and how I'm secretly terrified
that this will pull me away from my art,
but the truth is...
I'm nothing like my father.
And I only want to get married once.
And my art?
It means absolutely nothing without my muse by my side.
I love you so much.
Will you marry me?
Yes! Yes!
Yeah?
- Oh, my God. - Oh, you gotta put it on.
Hey.
I'm about to go crush some yoga. What'd you wanna tell me?
What? Oh, my God! Are you happy?
- I am, really, but... - But what?
There's something else I want to talk to you about.
What's wrong?
Is everything okay, Charlotte?
I screwed up.
Even though I didn't know I was screwing up at the time.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
The bookstore guy.
Yeah?
Well, it turns out...
he's actually in my homeroom.
What do you mean, he's like your teacher assistant?
Holy crap. He's your student.
I swear I didn't know. He doesn't look that young,
and he had an ID.
This is insane.
How's he been acting in your class?
He's fine, I think.
I just-- I feel really bad.
No, it's not your fault. You didn't know.
I just wish I could take it all back.
I think he really had a crush on me.
Had or has?
He seems to get it. I made it really clear that it's over.
But I just feel...
Bad.
That can happen when you walk on the wild side.
You didn't tell me about that part.
So Scott doesn't know?
I'm kind of hoping he doesn't have to.
I'm really getting used to this.
So you really don't think this dude's gonna be a problem?
I thought he was gonna be for a minute, but he's cool with it.
He totally gets it.
Hi.
Hi. What are you doing?
Toasted, light on the cream cheese.
Just assumed.
Come on, don't make me eat alone.
- Quickly. - All right.
So?
How does your grandmother like the house?
Oh, well, she actually died a few months ago,
but I'm pretty sure she'd like it well enough.
I didn't know she passed away too.
I'm so sorry. So who are you living with now?
I'm 18, remember?
I don't need a guardian,
and since my parents have a small trust fund,
I don't need to move in with a third-string relative either.
You've had a rough summer.
It's nothing compared to when my parents died.
I don't think I said a word out loud
for two months after it happened.
They were only supposed to be gone a week.
Hey, it's okay.
No.
I love you.
Chris, stop.
It's not just about you being my student now, okay?
Break's over.
I'm very happy.
Are you sure this is what you really want?
Yes. It really is.
I gotta go.
- Chris-- - It's okay.
I'm good, I'm good.
Congratulations, really.
You should finish your bagel before it gets cold.
- Told you I'd be back. - Yeah, I'm, uh...
glad you are.
So?
So I slept on it.
That's good.
I woke up thinking the same thing.
I want your work on my walls.
Great, great. Which ones you thinking?
Well, I got my eye on at least two of them.
That one...
and definitely that one.
Yeah, sounds good.
Man, I am having a hell of a week.
Good. Great.
Let's close this deal over a couple beers.
Uh, yeah, sure.
Why not? I'm the boss, right?
Done.
Yeah, there's the place right around the corner.
- Just give me a minute. - Take your time.
- To great art. - To great taste.
So you just sold a couple of photos.
You're very welcome, by the way.
What else happened that made your week?
I got engaged. Getting married, man.
Wow. That is an epic week. What's her name?
Charlotte.
Pretty name.
Pretty girl. She an artist too?
Uh, no, no, she's been writing a book lately,
but mostly she's a teacher.
How about you? Got yourself a lady?
I do, actually. She's a teacher too.
We just met, but I feel like I've known her forever.
How long you guys been together?
Uh, four years and some change.
Took me a little while, but I came around.
So many girls, so little time, right?
No, it's not like that, man.
She knows I never cheat on her.
She'd be out the door at the first sign.
Well, congratulations again. To love.
Yeah. You know, we should double up sometime,
take the girls out on the town.
Now, that would be fun.
- Hey, you. - Hey.
When did you get back into town?
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm not who you think I am.
Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.
You know what? You look just like somebody I know.
No, uh, no worries, all right? Don't worry about it.
Well, I should've known. You are a much better kisser.
- Hey, what's up? - Hey.
So, uh, yeah, my night just got weird.
- Can I come over? - Sounds good.
All right. I will see you soon. Okay.
That's so strange. So who is this guy again?
Uh, Jeremy Something-or-other.
- He just left you at the bar. - Yeah. I don't know.
Maybe stumbled out drunk, could've met up with his girl.
So do you have a deal on the photos or not?
I don't know. I mean, he seems to keep coming around.
I guess I just have to wait till I see him again.
The good thing is is that now I'm here, not there.
- Yeah, screw that guy. - Yeah, screw that guy.
- Is that my phone?
- Screw your phone.
What the hell? Who keeps texting me?
What?
- What? - Are you kidding me?
What?
Did getting engaged to me freak you out that bad?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Oh, God.
This is not what it looks like.
What it looks like is she had her tongue in your mouth
about an hour ago.
She just walked right up to me,
and she kissed me out of nowhere.
Oh, yeah, you look so stunned.
I was! I swear! I never saw her before my life.
- Who sent you this? - I don't know!
- You know, I don't even care! - Charlotte, this is crazy.
What's crazy is me waiting for you for four years.
- I want you to leave. - Just listen to me.
I don't even wanna look at your face right now. Go!
Come on.
Now!
I...
Oh, God. Leave me alone.
Hey.
Question.
That guy that you were having drinks with the other night,
that patron of the arts, what was his name again?
Jeremy.
What does Jeremy look like?
Uh, I don't know.
He's pretty athletic,
dark hair,
about my height.
- Kinda young? - Yeah.
He's younger than us.
Is this him?
That's him.
Oh, crap.
What? When was this?
How do you know Jeremy?
His name's not Jeremy. It's Chris.
How do you know that?
You know, a few nights ago,
that date that you assumed I was on?
This is the guy that you were out with?
We were on a break. I'm sorry.
And then you go and you accuse me of cheating?
Yeah, because he set it up like that.
So what, this kid's obsessed with you or something?
Yeah, yeah, I think so.
Don't worry about it 'cause I'm gonna kill him.
No. You need to stay away from him.
- The hell I do. - Just let me handle this.
Why?
Because there's something else I didn't tell you about.
Geez, Charlotte, what else could there be?
Chris is one of my students.
I didn't know that until after we--
Until after you what?
Scott...
Until after you what?
I'm sorry, okay?
I think it's your turn to leave.
- Come on, please? - Just go.
Please? Go.
I need time with this.
I'm gonna make this better.
I promise.
I need to see you. Now.
Hey, I'm glad you--
I know what you did, you freaking maniac.
What do you mean?
Scott, the photos you were gonna buy,
the girl at the bar.
Why are you stalking my life?
You're not still anxious
about being seen with me, are you?
Vice Principal Clark is gone.
He's not gone. He's dead.
What's the difference?
You've got problems, Chris. You need help.
You're the one who slept with your student.
Before I knew who you were.
You think it'll matter if it gets out?
All they'll say is that she slept with a teenager.
You're not gonna tell anybody. You know why?
Because if you come near me or anyone I care about again,
I'm gonna go straight to the cops
and have them stick you with every stalking charge they have,
then Scott will testify how sick and twisted you are.
If you have half a brain at all, you will leave us alone.
You should save that fantasy for your book.
First chance I get,
I'm transferring you out of my class.
Well, I'm glad it's not today. I love a good movie.
As promised, we'll be watching Act One of Romeo and Juliet.
Maybe it'll make you appreciate the words more,
but I'm not holding out hope.
Any questions before we get started?
Okay, hit the streaming link to the school server.
Oh, my...
What?
Let's try adulting today.
It's that--
Wait, is that--
You guys, that is in here.
No, shut it off, please. Please, there's been a mistake.
Nothing wrong where I'm sitting. The new guy's the man, huh?
It just posted to the Roosevelt High Twitter page!
He must've spliced itHe mut
into another copy of the movie,
and just slipped it in without me seeing it.
What the hell were you thinking?
I told you. I didn't know he was a student.
And when you found out that he was,
you didn't do anything about it?
I did! I told him that nothing
could happen between us again.
I thought he was okay with that.
Well, he just uploaded your sex tape to the whole school,
so being "okay" might be overstating it.
And what makes you think your classroom, where you teach,
would be the perfect choice for this little rendezvous?
It just happened.
I don't know what's gonna happen next.
The police are gonna have to take a statement and--
- Oh, my God. - God, I'm so embarrassed.
It's a lot more serious than just your feelings, Charlotte.
I know that.
Am I fired?
I don't know yet.
Like you said, he is 18,
and I don't think that anyone is gonna doubt your story.
So there's gonna have to be
an official investigation that will take place,
and the community is gonna come after you on social media.
But I'll see what I can do.
Thank you so much.
Don't thank me yet.
You're suspended without pay.
It's off Twitter at least, right?
It's been taken down, but come on, Charlotte.
Is anything ever really off of the Internet?
Okay, look.
Superintendent Roth is gonna be calling me any minute,
but I'll look at his file
and see if I can find anything that might help you out.
All right.
Christopher Williams.
Okay, so his parents were killed when he was four.
Plane crash.
And he saw a couple of shrinks during junior high
to deal with the trauma and...
- Hmm. - What?
He requested to be in your classroom.
There was a week between us meeting
and the first day of school.
And it definitely should've been flagged,
instead of him being allowed--
Vice Principal Burns, you're needed in the library.
Okay, I'm on my way.
Charlotte, I'll be right back.
Okay.
Oh, no.
Oh, my gosh.
Oh, my God.
- Hey. - Hey.
Are you still mad at me?
Well, I was,
but it didn't take me long to realize
that if I had just done the right thing a while ago,
then we wouldn't be here.
I want to see you. Where are you?
I'm driving. I'm going to his last high school.
- It's a few hours away. - Why would you do that?
Because I need to get more information on him
to make a case for the cops that this guy's dangerous.
Well, how was school today? Did he try anything else?
Yeah, you could say that. I'll tell you about it later.
Charlotte, I don't know why you won't let me handle this guy.
Just tell me we're okay.
We're okay.
I love you.
I love you too.
Okay.
Hi.
Yes, hello, can I help you?
Hi. Yes, you had a student, Chris Williams.
He moved away last summer.
I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about him.
What is this about?
Well, he's my student now,
and the two of us just got off on the wrong foot,
and I was thinking if I got to know more about him, maybe--
And you are?
- Charlotte. - Charlotte.
If you really are a teacher, then you should know better
than to think we're gonna gossip about past students
to just anyone who walks in.
Maybe I can talk to the principal then.
Well, I don't know about you Charlotte,
but we are very busy around here,
so if you will excuse me...
Look, I'm sorry. Come on, please.
This is really important. Is there anybody I can talk to?
Ashley Hayes. Hmm? What about her?
Excuse me. Ashley Hayes?
- Yes. - I'm sorry to bother you.
I need to ask you a few questions
about a student who used to go here.
- Mm-hmm. - Chris Williams.
He's my student now.
Why are you asking?
Look, I know this is gonna sound a little crazy, but...
You slept with him.
Don't worry. I'm not gonna judge you.
I didn't judge Beth when she started sleeping with him.
Beth? Beth Singer?
Yeah. Yeah, that was her name.
Was?
She's dead.
What?
She was strangled in her kitchen last June.
Do they know who did it?
It's hard to say.
She, uh, she had a boyfriend.
She would see him on and off-- Eddie--
and he did get rough with her before,
so the police assumed it was him,
but they haven't been able to find any evidence to prove it.
Do you think it could've been Chris?
I don't know.
Maybe. You know,
she did tell me that he was acting strange
a few days before she was killed.
She said that he would do things
that would make her feel uncomfortable, like...
like he would call her by a different name.
Do you think he did it?
Look at this.
Oh, my God.
That's Beth's.
I just found it at his house.
And our school's vice principal,
the only one who knew about me and Chris,
he just killed himself.
Jesus.
I'm gonna need that when I go to the cops with everything.
Of course. Take it.
Use it to get the bastard.
You look just like her.
Is there anything else I need to know about him?
That's all I got.
But I do know someone else you should talk to.
So how can I help you?
Well, this is gonna sound strange
and maybe even unethical,
but I need to know everything I can
about a student who went here.
Chris Williams.
I'm a guidance counselor, Miss...
- Charlotte. - Charlotte.
I just can't give out that kind of information.
Please. You have to help me.
I don't have anywhere else to turn.
Well, who are you to him, exactly?
I'm his teacher.
You slept with him too.
And now I'm in trouble.
And not the kind you think.
I'm sorry. I-- I can't help you.
Please, please, you--
You have to help me. I was just at his house.
I didn't see any sign of a grandmother.
Come on, you've got to tell me what I'm dealing with here.
Please.
You know what? Thanks a lot.
He doesn't have a grandmother.
He got foster care when his parents died.
He was just a paycheck to them.
They did all but ignore him.
Luckily for him, he had Miss Martin.
Who's she?
Jane Martin.
His elementary schoolteacher.
From what he told me,
she was the only adult to ever show him any love
after the plane crash.
She was his whole world, and then she moved away.
And he said he felt beyond lost.
I never even saw him smile until...
Until what?
Until Beth Singer started working here.
I heard rumors of them getting a little too close,
but he just laughed it off.
My guess is she must have pulled away when his smile went away.
He must have returned to whatever dark place he was in
when he first lost his folks.
Look, Chris has a lot of rage.
I know. That's why I'm here.
And he must get that confused with love.
He showed me a picture of Miss Martin once.
Crazy thing is she looked just like you and Beth,
except she wore her hair in a ponytail
and had a Southern accent.
Definitely has a type.
And now Beth's dead.
Yeah.
I was told that the police aren't sure who killed her.
Do you think Chris could have done that?
I really can't say any more.
I'm sorry, Charlotte.
Good luck.
Thank you.
Hey, baby, where are you?
- I'm heading back. - Good.
- Are you at the studio? - Yeah, I'm here.
You find anything out about that little creep?
You have no idea.
That doesn't sound good. What else did you hear?
He's a lot more dangerous than we thought.
He might have had something to do with Lee's death.
What? You serious?
I'll come get you, and we'll go right to the cops.
Yeah, yeah, do that.
That definitely sounds like a plan.
There is some traffic. I'm still a few hours away.
Okay, you be careful.
Okay, you too.
Don't worry about me. Bye.
Bye.
Think I can handle this punk kid.
Do you believe in fate?
- You! - Me!
You took my number, then never called.
I did. Forgive me, but my life has just been insane lately.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
But I swear I've been thinking about you
at least 95% of the time since the moment I met you.
Can I buy you a drink?
- I wouldn't say no. - Great.
Beer for me and whatever she's having, please.
- The usual? - Yeah.
So I'm gonna use the little girls' room,
but I will be right back.
And I will be right here missing you.
Scott, where are you?
I'm about ten minutes away from the studio.
I can't find Maddie.
I'm starting to freak out.
I was hoping you could talk me down.
Okay, I'll be there soon. Bye.
Okay. I'm sure she's fine.
Is this hallway turning like a top,
or is it just me?
It's just you. Come here.
Hey, wait, wait.
You're like a decent dude, right?
'Cause I swear, no matter what I do,
I always seem to end up with the jerks.
Don't worry. I'm one of the good guys.
Thank God.
I have this friend, Charlotte.
She always finds the nice ones.
Not tonight she doesn't.
- No? - Trust me.
You have so much more to offer me at the moment
than your friend.
Do you know why?
'Cause you're gonna help me get Charlotte back.
Huh? But you...
Spiked your drink.
Hey, is she okay?
Oh, she's fine. A few too many.
You know how it is.
Oh, yeah. I know how it is, dude.
Been there, done that.
In fact, I'm going there right now.
You have a good night.
Have fun.
Okay.
Okay, let's go.
We're already late for class.
- Scott?
Are you okay?
Baby, what's wrong? What happened?
He hit me in the head.
I'll get you some help.
Yes, it's my fiancé. He was hit in the head.
Okay. 172 Franklin Street. Please hurry.
Okay, they're coming. You're gonna be okay.
What did you do?
Don't be mad at me. He was keeping us apart.
And what about the vice principal?
Same story.
Why are you doing this to me?
Come on, Miss Martin, you know.
No, I'm not Miss Martin.
Chris, listen to me. I'm not her.
I know that, okay? I know you're not!
I'm calling the cops.
No, you don't want to do that.
Maddie.
If I hear one siren, if I see one flashing light...
Please, please don't hurt her.
- So you'll come meet me? - Yes, yes, where are you?
You've taught me so much,
I thought the school was the perfect place
to finish the lesson.
- Okay, I'll be right there.
Oh, thank God.
Okay, Scott.
I love you. Gotta go.
We got this.
Please look into the light.
Maddie!
Welcome back.
You okay?
What did you do to her?
She's taking a nap.
Wake up, come on. Come on, come on.
You know, every time I'm in this room,
all I can think about is you and me on this desk...
and on the floor back there
and against the window.
Go to hell.
You don't know what hell is!
I'm here right now. What do you want from me?
I just want a little more time with you in this room before...
Before what?
The last act.
I've run out of road on this story,
and you already know how it ends.
You've taught it enough times.
What do you mean, exactly?
The star-crossed lovers die together.
But I'll tell you what.
You can decide how we go.
So you know, I recommend the pills.
If I agree to this, you got to let her go.
She doesn't deserve this.
Just like you don't deserve what happened to you,
and your parents dying.
No one there to love you,
just a teacher who had no idea what she was setting in motion.
You look a little nervous there, Charlotte.
The trigger's gonna be harder to pull--
Shut up!
Come on, let's get you up.
Come on. Can you stand up?
Come on. Go, go, go, go.
You got it. I got you.
I want you to take this and meet me at the front entrance
in five minutes.
Where is she? Come here.
Bitch.
Hi, Chris
Miss Martin?
Is that really you?
Yeah, it's really me.
I missed you so much.
Did you miss me?
I'm sorry I had to leave you like that.
That wasn't fair of me at all.
I love you so much, honey.
And so does she.
Stay back.
Get away from us!
You messed with the wrong teacher.
So are you ready to sign some books?
Definitely.
Great.
Hi. Who should I make it out to?
- Jennifer. - Okay.
Hello, Chris. How are we today?
I'm drawing a picture.
I see that.
So, Chris,
you've been with us a little while now,
and you'll definitely be with us for a little while longer.
But I really do believe that I can help you
past the issues that brought you to us
the obsessive thoughts,
the violence masquerading as love.
With the right medication and the right therapy,
I certainly can see you getting back out there,
being a productive member of society.
Would you like that?
And you're taking your pills?
Every one.
Wonderful.
Here's today's dosage.
Good job.
Okay, well, you can get back to drawing your picture now.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Sure thing, Miss Hanson.