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You know when the school forwards post to me,
they don't open it, do they?
I shouldn't think so. Why?
No, no, no, nothing.
Ah, it's so good of you all, giving your time for others.
Well, Brian usually helps out, but he's flat out tutoring.
I hardly see him these days.
Maybe you should think about signing up to help out, too?
Oh.
I feel like I'm the one that needs help.
Oh, Jenna, are you feeling low?
You must go and see your GP.
Brian's on antidepressants.
No. I mean, yeah. I just...
I'm not sure I really want to go down that path, you know.
I don't think I'm clinically depressed. I'm just...
... in limbo, sort of spinning.
Wondering if Kyle lied.
- You're still convinced he did? - Yeah.
- Yeah, but why? - Gosh, I don't know.
Maybe he's in love with you?
- Kids get crushes. - No.
Really not. Like, quite the opposite.
He must hate me, you know, to make up something like that,
knowing what it would do to me.
Maybe he didn't know, he didn't think.
What Kyle said, "You weren't supposed to plead guilty."
Like, the... Like there was some plan, and I ruined it.
God, I wish I could remember.
Oh...
Maybe you should just draw a line under it all and move on.
Well, move on to what?
I convinced myself I was guilty.
But if he's lied, I've screwed myself for nothing.
Oi. What are you doing out there? You just had a break.
I've made you a brew.
Here.
- Do you want anything else? - No, I'm all right.
What's that?
Is that my phone?
Hi.
You look good.
Well, I mean you look well.
I don't feel well. I feel mad.
Can I get you a cup of tea or anything?
No, no, thanks.
- Last time we, erm... - No, no, I'm sorry.
I was... I was desperate.
Still am, to be honest.
Erm... Sorry.
What's going on?
OK, what if I didn't do it?
With Kyle? I mean, what if...
I've been watching CCTV footage from Lazarus.
There's this bit in it where Kyle follows me to the toilet
before I led him away, OK? Why would he do that?
And then, the instant messages and the naked pictures,
they were sent from a remote account, not registered to me.
The police said they couldn't track that account.
Anyone can cover their tracks with a VPN.
So, someone's trying to set me up.
And this... My God. This came in the post.
And those emails, do you remember, the one the ones sent to the school
about me? I just... I think...
I mean, has Kyle done all this to set me up?
It can't be a coincidence, there's too much.
I mean it just doesn't make any sense to me, Jack.
Where's this going to?
Look, I need to ask a favour.
You don't owe me anything.
But, I want you to trace who sent those emails about me.
I don't have a clue, and you understand all that.
I don't know who else to ask.
Oh.
You said you wanted me to clear all my stuff out of my old room, so...
A little notice might have been given.
Like what? A letter from my solicitor, or...?
No need to be facetious.
So, what is this?
Are you, uh, moving out, or just keen to remove me from your life?
Neither.
Hello.
Hi. Erm...
Sorry, I didn't know that you were...
No, no, no, that's OK,
I just wanted to see if you guys were, erm... how you were doing.
Sorry. Well, I'll leave you to, erm...
I don't want to intrude.
What are you doing?
I don't want to see him. Why is he still coming round here?
Well, maybe he likes it here. Is that a problem?
Yeah, no, not at all weird at all, my dad hanging out with my ex.
No, sorry. I'll come another time.
Does he know about me? Sean?
Well, I should think so.
I mean, the whole world seems to know what you've done.
Well, I'm not sure I have done anything now.
I think Kyle made the whole thing up.
You thought he lied all the time.
Why did you think I was innocent when you think so little of...?
Hi.
Hey. So, I traced the account which the emails were sent from.
Pretty amateur job.
No VPN, nothing masking the account holder.
I'll tell you the account holder, but you have to promise me
you won't act on it or kick off.
Why? What do you mean?
Who sent them?
Oh, Jenna, you're here.
How nice of you to come.
- Shall I get you a drink? - No, no. No, thanks, Pauline.
I'm just here to have a word with Nina.
I don't have anything to say to you.
I'm just trying to make sense of some emails sent to the school.
Quite vicious emails, actually, about me.
I mean, do you want me to read them out to you?
Jenna, are you sure this is the time to do...?
Yes, Pauline.
Isn't this something that the school should deal with?
Well, yeah.
Only, these were sent from Nina's IP address.
You obviously want a scene.
But I'm not going to give it to you.
No, no, I don't want a scene, Nina.
I want to know why you sent these emails.
Over there.
Right.
Whatever this is, A, I am entirely oblivious and, B...
We traced the emails to your IP address.
"Jenna Garvey has sucked off all the boys in school."
"Jenna Garvey should have an abortion because she..."
What is wrong with you?
Did you really think this childish trash would undermine me?
Make the governors think less of me, is that it?
Oh, my God.
As if anyone could undermine you more than you.
Always, since I started at Earlbridge, you've been cold
and sneering towards me. What have I ever done to deserve it?
- Really? You want to know? - Mm-hm.
Right, see, you thought no-one could tell what a chaotic mess you are.
I mean, Ken couldn't, 'cos he's blinded by nepotism.
Oh, is that what this is?
It bothers you that Ken admires my father.
Well, it bothers me more, believe me.
It does, actually.
The nepotism.
'Cos it's galling.
Bearing in mind, what you are...
... what you've done, and you're, what?
You're challenging me on a couple of old emails?
Sent from an account registered to you.
Go away, Jenna.
Crawl back under your rock.
Just let us get on with our lives...
which in no small way have been ruined by yours.
Ruined how? The only reason you're head of English is because I...
'Cos what?
- 'Cos you slept with a child? - I didn't.
I didn't.
Look, did you get Kyle to make it up about me and him? Is that it?
So you could make my name dirt and you could take my place?
What, you think I persuaded Kyle to frame you?
Wow.
Izzy.
Izzy, can I talk to you a minute?
No. Aren't you, like, banned from us?
Listen...
Look, I know you did it.
I know you sent those emails to Mr Mills.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I mean, he said it'd be one of the kids, but I didn't think
any of you hated me that much.
Or did you do it for your mum?
No, why would I do it to help her?
- Go away, stop following me. - Izzy, please, talk to me.
Don't touch me!
Oh, my God.
You're so creepy, always trying to be friends with the kids.
I knew it. I knew you and Kyle were...
Is that why you sent the emails?
Because you thought me and Kyle...
And you two...
You two were together?
Izzy, look, I...
I didn't do anything bad. Please believe me.
I'm sorry. I'm just trying to... get to the bottom
of this whole, horrible situation, which I don't think was my fault.
Kyle and me, we'd been together three months,
and then he went a bit weird and distant.
That night, we were at a party at Michelle's,
and we were going to go upstairs and...
Kyle just got a text and left.
When was that?
The night you fucked at Lazarus.
I asked who texted, and he said you.
Me? No.
No, I didn't have his number.
Whatever. He can get fucked.
He didn't look 15.
His ID was spot on.
We got away with a fine.
- Sorry. - Nah, you're OK.
Got pen and paper? Hey, I didn't know you were a teacher.
I would have behaved myself a bit better.
I just wondered if, erm... if I could have a look round.
You know, see if something might trigger.
I've totally blanked out the whole night.
We've all been there, pet. Give us a pen.
That lad should count himself lucky.
You don't remember... if he was with anyone?
You know, before he came in or after?
Hmm... Nah, it were a while back.
Don't think so.
I remember your pal, though.
Not our usual punter.
Pauline? Yeah.
Yeah, she left early, I remember that.
You didn't see me leave, or anything?
Hmm... no.
Arthur was on the door after me.
I can ask him, if you like?
Oh, yes, please. Thanks, Jojo.
All right.
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No phones.
No, miss...
I'm sorry, I'll put it... I'll put it away.
No, it's too late.
Right, can you just get on with your work?
Jenna.
Thank you.
Summer is fading.
The leaves fall in ones and twos from trees bordering
the new recreation ground.
An estate full of washing.
And the albums lettered "Our Wedding" lying near the television.
Before then, the wind is ruining their courting places,
but the lovers are all in school,
and their children, so intent on finding more unripe acorns,
expect to be taken home.
Their beauty has thickened. MOANI NG RECORDED
Something is pushing them to the side of their own lives.
Kyle and Izzy? I can't believe it.
I thought they hated each other.
I know.
Who told Kyle that I was at Lazarus club that night?
It wasn't you?
No.
What if someone was... was there, you know, watching me?
Oh, Jenna, there'll be a simple explanation, there always is.
No, someone put him up to it, Pauline, I'm telling you.
There's someone else involved.
Well, have you spoken to your solicitor yet?
Well, no, it's just all theories, isn't it?
I need something concrete.
Brian's here. I have to go. Speak to you later.
Okay.
Jojo.
Hi. Uh, it's Jenna.
Oh, yeah, yeah. Sorry, uh, I were going to call you.
No, it's OK.
Erm, did you speak to the guy on the door after you?
Hmm.
Yeah, he reckons nothing went on.
Oh, OK.
Uh, he said your boyfriend picked you up round about
- chucking-out time. - My boyfriend?
Yeah.
Hello?
Did I leave the club with this boyfriend?
What was he like?
Ah... I dunno, pet.
Arthur just said that you came out, then your fella picked you up.
OK.
Thank you, thanks for your help.
All right, pet.
Oh, my God...
Why didn't you tell me you came to Lazarus that night?
What? What are you doing?
- You were there. - Shh! Please.
Well, why? What have you got to hide?
You picked me up, Jack. Why didn't you say?
What went on?
I'm serious, Jack. What happened?
I wanted to tell you.
But, Beth, if she found out...
W-Why?
What did we do?
You were ringing me.
So I picked you up.
And, what...
Did anything happen?
Did we have sex?
No.
Well, what, then?
What? Come on, I can't remember. What...? Not sex, but...
What, everything but?
Fucking hell.
Did you tell Kyle I was going to be at the club that night?
No.
Well, did... did I speak about Kyle?
Did I say about him being at the club?
It's not like you'd have told me if you'd just had sex with him, is it?
Well, I wouldn't have rung you, would I?
Or wanted anything after...
Is that what do you think, that I'd be capable of... ?
Well, you wouldn't have remembered, anyway.
Oh, my God.
So, he's getting flak off all the kids, yeah.
All this stuff online, trolls.
And instead of support, you're putting him on referrals?
I confiscated this from Kyle.
That's not his phone.
Read the texts.
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No.
No, this is bollocks, this. I mean, no...
- That's bullshit. - He was using it when I took it.
Look, I don't know where your son met this person...
Why would she admit it?
Why would Garvey plead guilty?
She's onto Kyle.
But he didn't... I mean, the...
The police will see, yeah, that he didn't mean it.
Obviously, this fucking person made him...
Well, maybe the police don't need to find out.
Maybe Kyle's been through enough.
It... it seems that Izzy and Kyle...
... were sleeping together.
So...
What, you knew?
Well, it obviously doesn't bother you.
Maybe it's different having a girl, but it bothers me.
A lot.
What the fuck are you on about?
I mean, what is all this, anyway, eh?
Why are you... why are you just...?
Mrs Hope, I am trying to help you.
Just take the phone.
Destroy it, do what you want with it.
What?
I don't want Kyle anywhere near Izzy...
... ever again. Do you understand?
Decent firm.
I knew a chap who worked on the floor there.
Eddie, in our ramblers' group.
There we go.
When did this come?
Huh? Oh, the... the last week or so.
Oh...
Oh, my God! Jesus!
What?
How disgusting!
What...?
Why is that...?
Why have you been sent that?
I've...
I've been sent stuff.
To the school, to my work.
This is the same envelope.
Same writing.
What's wrong with people? Why...?
Well it's... it's just cranks, it's like all those internet ghouls
hassling you, relishing your... your suffering.
When will all this end, Dad?
Christ...
I don't think this is random people.
I think this is one person.
I think this is... it's a campaign.
Someone has made Kyle lie about us.
This is them, it has to be.
Oh, Jenna...
What? That's absurd.
I mean, who could you have offended so deeply...?
Yeah, of course.
It would have to be my fault, wouldn't it?
Well, who else's fault would it be?
Oh, God! I can never be the victim, can I, huh?
Here or ever.
Am I that awful? Huh?
That everyone and everything I touch turns to shit?
Thanks, Dad.
Just tell me who it was, Kyle.
- I need to know. - I can't...
Well, has he got your number?
I mean, on your... on your normal phone.
- Has he got your email? - What?
Give me your phone.
Come on.
Give me your phone, Kyle!
I'm taking the laptop, as well.
You've got to swear to me, right... Listen.
You've got to swear to me that you will never, ever see him again.
I swear.
Yeah?
I'm sorry...
I'm sorry.
Hi. Thanks for seeing me.
Uh, sorry.
Bit of a mess.
It's OK.
You should see my place.
Yeah, you were never the tidiest.
- Coffee? - Please.
Aww.
How old is he now, your boy?
Four next month.
He's great.
Exhausting.
Lovely.
Adam.
Aww.
Listen, I'm sorry about the other day.
- At Dad's. - God...
Don't worry, I get it.
No, but...
I don't see your dad that often.
But, you know, I really like him.
He was good to me when my dad was sick.
I mainly wanted to check if you were OK.
With everything that's happened.
Yeah, well, it's not what you... You don't have to explain.
No, but... You know, genuinely, I know...
I know you're being kind, but, erm...
Sean, I'm not OK...
Hey...
Come here. Jenna, Jenna...
Sorry.
Sorry. Mm-hm.
I just feel so hounded, persecuted.
Well, I'm not surprised.
I've seen some of the things they've written about you.
No... No, it's not that.
It's like someone's... out to get me.
Thanks.
I can't think who. I've tried and...
Well, then I thought, you know, we were together nine years.
What, you mean, is it me?
No.
But you'd have every reason to.
I was an arsehole to you.
Oh, Jenna... I was.
And I've never...
I don't think I've ever apologised.
I was awful.
And you were always so... Nice?
Come off it.
Ancient history.
We were young.
Well, we weren't that young.
Certainly immature.
Well, I was.
I still am.
I'm just...
I am sorry for everything.
I'm not.
I don't know what you're remembering, but I think
we were good together.
What I can't work out is, if someone is trying to get at you...
... why choose a kid?
Why get him to lie about sleeping with you?
Well, whatever they blame you for, is it... is it connected somehow?
What's he got to gain?
I don't know.
But I have a feeling they're not done with me.
Anyway, how... how's your work?
Yeah.
Yeah, good, you know.
You don't regret leaving teaching?
No. I felt such a phoney, pretending to be a serious, responsible adult.
Well, that's standard, impostor syndrome. I feel the same.
You?
I think you see yourself as some reckless wild woman, a liability.
But you were always...
When we taught together at Hillsden...
- What? - ... you were so by the book.
Yeah, you wanted to seem cool, but you were a real jobsworth.
No.
That's why I was surprised that this boy's accusation could stick.
A sniff of impropriety, you were straight to the head.
Reporting it, sorting it.
Oh, yeah, back then...
Hillsden, yeah...
If someone really has done all this to you, doesn't mean you deserve it.
Just means they're disturbed.
Seriously.
Thanks.
But the lovers are all in school,
and their children, so intent on finding more unripe acorns,
expect to be taken home.
Their beauty has thickened.
Something is pushing them to the side of their own lives.
You all right?
Look, I'm sorry I didn't reply to your text earlier.
What's up, mate? How you been?
- All right. How are you? - Yeah, all right.
Oh...!
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Hello.
- Dinner's ready. - Ah.
Good timing.
How was your day?
You must be tired.
Ah.
Thank you Pauline.
Oh, this looks very nice.
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