Get Even

A fire drill will take place

first session tomorrow morning,

though this is not to be used as a chance to be absent.

Congratulations again to the lacrosse team.

League champions third year in a row.

Lastly...

..the teachers and I would like to honour the memory of Mika Cavanaugh...

..with a small, respectful ceremony in the Peace Garden tomorrow.

We will be unveiling a school bench in Mika's name.

A few dignitaries will be attending, so...

..best behaviour, please.

Kitty, can I have a quick word?

You can take a seat.

I'm really sorry about Mika. I know how close you were.

Thanks.

Obviously, I want to solve this before anything else awful happens.

Any information you can give might help.

Like what?

Well, do you have any idea why DGM would have targeted Mika?

Why do you think it's DGM?

Why do you think it isn't?

Well, Mika never did anything to hurt anyone.

And you think DGM only target the bad guys?

Yes.

I used to think that, too, but...

Just don't underestimate them.

I've been told Mika made a speech at Ronny's memorial.

That's right.

It was...

It was pretty great.

Except that she revealed she knew secrets -

secrets that might have made her a target.

Did she ever talk about that with you?

No.

Did you ever notice her with a laptop that looked different to her usual one?

Sorry, no.

I don't know how I can help you.

I don't know anything.

I wish I did.

OK. Well, if anything comes up, day or night...

Again, I'm really sorry, Kitty.

She won't miss me cos she won't even notice I'm not there.

She might.

Nah, Coach Evans is always forgetting I exist.

I think it's cos I'm the youngest in our year.

But you never skip!

Life's too short to be bored.

Also, cross-country sucks.

See you!

Right, girls, five miles, no distractions.

Last one back gets detention.

Seems fair.

Life's not fair. Run fast.

Places, please. On your marks...

..get set, go!

You'll really put up with her beating you like that?

Hardly.

Ooh!

Ah!

Don't tell me you actually feel sorry for her?

Erm, no, I just...

I've got a stitch. You go on.

Are you OK?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Whoa, it's already swelling.

People can be brutal, huh?

Man, this is a touching moment.

How did you get ahead of us?

The art of deception. I'll teach you someday.

No, I'm OK, thanks.

Thank you. I appreciate the concern, but I have a race to finish.

Whoa! Whoa!

Yeah, that ain't going to happen.

Thanks. I don't get it, though.

We're not friends. Why are you helping me?

- Boredom. - Instinct.

I just felt bad, I guess.

You guys are weird!

Kitty, you're usually in the top five at least.

Twisted my ankle.

Well, that's on you.

Detention stands, for all of you.

Figures.

Seriously, Olivia, this is why you need me.

Right, now we've all decided to show,

essay for today -

the virtues of being a Bannerman student.

No talking, no moving, no breathing.

I'll be back to check.

Does all geekdom come naturally to you?

Yeah.

There's no way you've finished already.

What can I say? I have this detention thing down.

Well, I suppose you don't have a lot to do on the weekends,

unlike some of us.

Oh, I'm sorry. Do you have diamonds that need fetching from the vault today?

I have friends, thank you.

You have one little rat friend. Hardly counts.

Er, my rat friend is miles better than the vacuous morons you hang out with.

Amber is not a vacuous moron.

Guys, come on. It just makes things worse.

Hang on, we wouldn't even be here

if it wasn't for your three-year beef with the walking pout.

It's not my fault she hates me.

It's not her fault, either. Not entirely.

How do you work that out?

Well, it's the school that's messed up, not us.

This is Bannerman.

We aren't here to make friends. We are here to win.

It's like Mean Girls, only worse.

Yeah, except only led by a bunch of old, pruny men.

Yeah, and have you noticed that,

when we leave for the fire drill, we don't leave alphabetically?

Boys go first.

Yeah, what is up with that?

When I spoke to Harrington after Amber...did what she did,

his advice was that it's a dog-eat-dog world.

That was it.

And why do you think that I didn't tell Coach Evans about Cam?

Well, Rex flushes Theo's head down the loo daily.

Everyone knows about it. Just...no-one does anything.

Someone should do something.

About Rex?

About all of it.

We should do something.

Finally, a meeting.

OK. So, what do we do about Christopher, guys?

Man, he's a good actor. He seems so sweet.

He's, like, the last person I thought.

I mean, he doesn't not look like a killer.

He has that distant, Norman Bates vibe about him.

Yeah, look, we should give the information we have to the police.

Yeah? Cos that was so successful last time we involved them.

We're not doing any of that.

We have to. We have no idea why...

We're doing something for Mika.

Mika?

A memorial bench isn't her. The funeral wasn't her.

Look, we started DGM

because we wanted to do something about the things that weren't right.

The way Mika's been treated isn't right.

And, you know, people believe DGM didn't just kill Ronny.

They think we killed Mika, too.

They think we're monsters.

What's the plan?

How are you getting home?

Erm, walking, I guess.

I'll walk with you.

So, how's the love life?

Yeah. I mean...

Yeah.

I know that look. Cute.

He texts a lot.

I don't hate it. I just don't see him that much.

How come?

He volunteers at the hospice with Christopher.

Oh. Well, that's really sweet.

Yeah, I thought so, too.

Now I wonder just how convincing Christopher is at playing the good guy.

This is where Mika's body was found, right?

Yeah.

Suddenly doesn't seem so scenic.

How are you, since...?

What, since I got dramatically ousted by the popular gang?

I mean, I wasn't going to put it like that.

My evenings are freer now.

Read a book the other day. Like, an actual, real-life, paper-page book.

How was that?

It was...different, but good.

Felt like a proper scholar.

Oh, is that your prom?

Yeah, kind of.

My friends surprised me with a mini prom cos I was leaving.

You know, I was as sociable there as you are here.

Were.

At least I don't have to pretend any more.

Right, then, no more pretending.

-What's your deal? -What's my deal?

Well, it's basically just me and my mum,

and she works, like, every second she's awake.

Where's your dad?

He died, actually.

It was a while ago now.

What are your parents like?