Between Two Worlds (2020) s01e01 Episode Script

1
(atmospheric music)
♪
This sees you down on the canvas
and the count is ten.
Yes?
Well?
Yes.
You ruined yourself.
I just
moved it along,
so no more crying corruption
or the original goes public.
Must make you a very proud
parent.
And you can stop
screwing my wife.
♪
(beeps)
(faint whispers)
(woman) What did he do?
If you'd rather not
I'll wait to hear from you.
I hope I hear from you.
You won't.
(tense music)
♪
♪
♪
(grunts)
(sighs)
♪
(beeping)
♪
(exhales sharply)
♪
(tense music builds)
♪
♪
(gunshot)
(traffic noise)
(children chatter)
(soft piano music)
Whoa!
Pass me the bucket.
Stop, stop, stop, stop!
Careful, careful, careful!
(man) Hey, Mum.
- What time can I expect you?
- Don't.
Dinner with Marti.
- (gasps)
- (chuckles softly)
Tonight! Aww!
Can you afford this?
Oh, trust you.
It's beautiful.
You've got a change of clothes?
Gear's in the rear.
- Good luck.
- I don't need it!
(woman laughs)
(chuckles)
(chatter and laughter)
So, I wanna thank Cliff and Deb
for having Martina.
- We couldn't be here without you.
- (man) Good on ya, Cliff.
And thanks to all of you
for coming to celebrate.
You're on notice.
You've got nine months to save
because the wedding registry's
gonna be fierce.
-(Laughter)
-And wish me luck off the rookie
list.
Marti will be marrying
a premiership winner
come Christmas.
- Eh, coach?
- Think positive.
The perfect WAG, me?
- The waggest.
- (chuckles)
And, uh, one last thing.
Dad.
If you're watching
my lady's cut from the same
cloth as yours.
- (crowd) Aww.
- (man) Sweet.
To Mum, to Marti,
to the lot of us.
- Cheers!
- (all) Cheers!
(applause)
(man) Whoo! Yeah!
(men cheer and shout)
♪
Turn around.
One more turn. You ready?
(child) Go!
(cheering)
(men shout)
Come on, let's go!
Hey, here! Yeah!
(music builds)
Coach: They'll know tomorrow.
Coach: They're gonna wanna run
a few more tests. Yep.
Yeah. Listen, I'll call you
back.
OK, bye.
It was one of those
freak things.
They weren't even going hard.
- How is he?
- He's making sense.
He's fine.
They wanna keep him overnight.
He was unconscious?
Not for long.
But he was.
We both know what that means.
(sighs)
Don't fuss. Hey.
- Do you feel OK?
- Fine.
- Do you want me to?
- No, you're alright.
It's no big deal, Mum.
You heard the team doctors last
time.
- They'll give me another chance.
- One more.
That's it.
I don't like thinking about it
any more than you do.
It's my life.
It's your fifth concussion.
Yeah, but he's OK.
You have to prepare yourself.
They'll give him another chance
if he asks.
And they probably won't.
They have a duty of care.
No game is worth dying for.
I'm sorry.
This is perverse.
- Phillip, please.
- It's politic.
We could just drive on.
And fuel gossip?
(door opens)
No.
Our condolences.
You ruined him.
He took me on.
Half his friends aren't coming,
given the circumstances.
You're certainly not welcome
here. Nor you.
We all know what he was like,
but if it helps to make us
scapegoats.
Georgia.
You'll do what you like,
whatever I say.
Perceptive girl.
Credit to you.
Phillip insisted.
You were just last in a very
long line.
♪
♪
Gareth Konig
was my friend of long-standing.
I grieve from a deeply personal
place.
Sharing that grief
with the even greater grief
of his wife, Rebecca,
and his daughter, Georgia.
Let us not ignore, however,
(phone buzzes)
the thought, foremost in all our
minds,
that this righteous man
committed an unrighteous act.
And that, sadly, brings us here
today.
(message tone)
It's not my place to judge,
it's not my place to accuse.
I'm simply here to share
our sorrow
for the loss of the righteous.
And righteousness can be
swamped.
The sturdiest vessel
can be overcome by a wave
larger and more powerful
than it can breach.
It was a powerful wave
that drove Gareth Konig
onto the rocks.
We must recognise
that to understand
the fearful choice he made.
Thank you.
Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
(organ plays in background)
Bishop Welles.
You worship at St Andrews
I believe, Mr Walford.
Mm.
My nod to God.
Expansive eulogy.
You don't screw with a major
benefactor.
Pull donations
from all of their charities.
I'll see the Archbishop knows why.
Georgia has something.
- Shame she's a slut.
- Don't.
Tell her I'm grateful.
- Give her the boot.
- I like her.
Tough.
No calls.
Meet me at the hotel.
As soon as you can get away.
(Georgia) It was worth retrieving.
Are you sure you can trust the
diver?
Yes.
Who was it?
An old friend. We're safe.
For my personal collection.
It's done its job.
Could fall into the wrong hands
just as easily as it did Dad's.
I'll get the original when
I can.
He wants me to drop you.
I did it for you.
It's what you did.
As long as I still have you.
Let's celebrate.
Not standard mourning.
Who's mourning?
You make the pain.
I dull it.
What was I meant to do?
Not force that on her.
Her husband's dead.
You think she's been
in and out of rehab
because they were happy?
Saint Gareth's either an act,
or she's delusional.
You too, if you think
he wasn't using you.
He wasn't.
He has a track record
for way younger than you.
Huh?
He strip-mined you
for things to use against me.
Go on, take another belt.
Face it.
When you saw him
before he shot himself,
what did you say?
You spoke to him after.
What did he say?
That it was over.
I helped him face certain
unpalatable truths.
About the business?
But he was handling that.
What else?
There must have been something
else, some other reason.
Are you responsible?
You are.
Goodnight.
A man died, Phillip!
Whatever he did,
he shot himself because of you.
He was weak.
You must feel something!
You are pissed.
(groans)
- (groans) Ah!
- Phillip?
(Phillip splutters)
(groans)
(tense music builds)
(monitors beep)
We won't know the full impact
of the arrest
until we stop sedation.
It's nearly a day.
Well, we've fixed the blocked
artery.
Although we need to see how much
damage has been done
to the heart.
- And we need to assess brain damage.
- Is that likely?
Well, with cardiac arrest, it's
possible.
We'll know when we stop
sedation.
He's alive because you know CPR.
Ambulance!
Do it!
And his prognosis?
Well, he's survived.
But as to the quality of life
going forward
He may not remember.
He'll make your life hell
if he does.
It already is.
Why do you think I just sat
there?
I thought of Gareth.
And all the others he's
destroyed.
- Gareth was playing you.
- I can't do this.
It'd all be yours if you'd just
sat down next to me.
You'd never have forgiven
yourself.
Did it for you.
It's the one sin I could have
lived with.
But thank you.
(sighs)
(atmospheric music)
(woman) I know it's not cool
for your mother to hover, but
thought you might need her.
The long-term injury list is not
delisted.
They'll reassess you next year.
That locker's still yours.
But none of this belongs in
there unless I play again.
This isn't you.
Come here.
You're not defeatist.
Damned if I know what is me.
This was most of me.
Marti must be wondering
who she's gonna marry now.
A man she doesn't have to worry
won't come home
every time he
goes to work.
Pick up a course, study.
I'm defeatist?
Studying's a total admission
that I need a new future.
I didn't think, I didn't think.
Find something that occupies
you.
- You'll go crazy otherwise.
- (scoffs)
Go?
Gone.
Danny
(Danny sighs)
I'll fill the year somehow.
(monitors beep)
I'm Julian Lee.
I'm a cardiologist, Mr Walford.
You've been in an induced coma.
Rest assured,
we are doing the best for you.
(mumbles) You bloody well better.
"You bloody well better."
Good. Let's channel that fire
into your recovery.
Cate.
Your wife's been very worried
about you.
(mumbles) Tell her I remember.
Tell her
that I remember.
Uhh!
(heavy breathing)
( Georgia exhales) Ahh.
Ahh.
(laughs)
I think he's nearly up
to handling the argument.
Dad. Now he's home.
About?
Well, that it's serious.
I've got a mother who would kill
him if she could
and he, for obvious reasons,
thinks I'm a whore.
And deceit's an aphrodisiac.
Unique.
Which is why you're still here.
Bloody hell, Jones.
No patient of mine sees his
specialist
with the sheets like that.
I'll see him how I like.
Just a tick, Mr Lee.
Take your time.
You're enjoying this.
The rate you've gone through
nurses,
I'm glad we've finally found one
that won't take your crap.
- Do you need me?
- No, piss off.
I wasn't asking you.
I'm right for now.
Good luck.
You too.
Well?
- (knock at door)
- Yes?
He's here.
I notice you've noticed.
- I'm sorry?
- Our Mr Lee.
Just 'cause you're married
doesn't mean you're blind.
What's the best I can expect?
Like this?
I certainly don't see you
returning to full capacity.
Ever?
The arrest did considerable
damage.
(quietly) Oh, God. (Sighs)
What about a transplant?
A healthy, new heart?
You're getting way ahead.
I'm not a man who waits.
It's hardly a month.
Yeah, well, would it get me
back on form?
You're better off
with what you've got.
Unless you deteriorate.
If I do?
It's far too soon
to be talking about this.
I'd replace part in my car,
why not in myself?
Put me in the queue.
This is ridiculously premature.
Well, I'm a liability to the
share price like this.
Ten million.
- (scoffs)
- For cardiac research.
You can't buy your way
onto the transplant list.
You won't be listed till you
need one.
Why wait to wait? Twenty.
- Mr Walford
- A whole new cardiac wing.
Naming rights, of course.
You don't seem to understand.
Make it happen!
(sighs)
Bad news, I assume?
He refuses to accept certain
realities.
- I know you're doing your best.
- Hm.
This last month,
I don't know what I would have
done without you.
Would it be wrong to ask to see
you
away from here?
A drink couldn't hurt.
- I'd like that.
- (exhales softly)
It is wrong.
But
I'll be in touch.
(clears throat)
See nothing, charge nothing.
You've been summoned.
Shut the door.
- You want him.
- Phillip
Handsome, caring, smooth - your
type. Of course you do.
He needs persuading.
How about making up for
watching me die?
- Chocolate!
- Chocolate! (Laughs)
I'll keep an eye out for that.
Excuse me.
Ha-ha! Mm!
How are you this morning,
Carrie?
I did a painting.
Did you? I hope you brought it
to show us.
How about later?
For everyone, hm?
- In you go.
- Be a good girl.
- Have you got a moment?
- Yeah.
I'm worried too.
I know you've said he can come
to you.
I can't force him.
How's Martina?
Trying hard.
He's not the man who proposed.
It's a long time to bunker.
I've exhausted my tricks.
The coach routine?
Couldn't hurt.
I'll give it a go.
(sighs)
Thank you.
(Danny) I don't see the point.
(coach) You can't keep going
the way you are.
In the middle.
Close your eyes.
Do it!
Now, what do you hear?
Closed.
Listen.
(birdsong)
What?
Well?
What do you reckon?
Crowd.
And when did you hear it last?
In your mind?
- Last night.
- Where?
I lie in bed every night
and imagine
what it would have been like.
I know.
You know how?
I fed off that roar.
Your dad did too.
And we lived it.
It validated us and it's gone,
so I get it.
And it eats you away
unless you find something
to replace it.
Now, I found coaching.
Your dad, being a dad.
What about you?
I can't think past a clean bill
of health next year.
- What if there's not one, Danny?
- That's what's doing my head in.
You're dragging everyone down
with you.
You miss the cheers, you find
new ones.
They're there if you listen, mm?
From your mum. Martina, Bella.
Your mates giving a stuff.
From people who matter.
Not some faceless crowd.
I know which I'd value more.
Close your eyes.
- Listen.
- What?
Go on. Do it.
Nothing.
Now, that's a start.
Now, fill the silence, Danny.
Only you can figure how.
(soft, sombre guitar music)
(TV plays in background)
Sweetheart.
Thanks.
For hanging in there.
Both of you.
(Newsreader) The young tourist
walked too close to the edge
of the cliff when he fell.
The man, in his twenties,
is currently being kept alive
on life support.
It is not yet known
if he will make a recovery,
although reports are far from
optimistic.
This isn't the first serious
accident to happen
at the popular tourism site.
A barrier wall will be erected
to prevent any further
accidents.
Another idiot tourist taking
selfies?
They see tragedy, I see hope.
That could be my heart.
(laughs) No!
The full Trump!
- Right on your?
- Yep!
- Right between the?
- Total pussy grab.
And he was 90 not out!
(women continue laughing)
The old "she's a nurse, she's a
goer" syndrome.
- Business done, Bart?
- Yeah.
Took eight months
to get to my smuttier tales.
I'll settle in for the night.
How is he?
Obsessively channel surfing for
carnage.
Oh, it's such a ghoulish habit.
Makes sense when time's running
out.
She's never admitted that
before.
Well, he's deteriorating
faster than expected.
He's actually earned his place
on the list.
Not that you minded using your
charms to persuade Julian.
(sighs) Don't.
Phillip only has himself to
blame.
The Mata Hari of the transplant
list.
- Drink?
- No.
Would have happened anyway.
Who am I kidding?
Honesty? Refreshing!
If Phillip would just show
a drop of humanity
in his suffering
- If he did?
- ..I might find some of my own.
I won't be in for dinner.
See you in the morning.
Don't judge me.
I worry for you.
Only one more, yeah?
Yeah.
One thing you can count on -
more death and disaster
tomorrow.
Yes. Another tourist's on life
support.
Young, fit.
Ripe for the harvest.
You're the only one who gets it,
Sandra.
As predatory as "it" is.
One night.
Soon.
Don't lie there waiting for the
call.
It's time better spent sleeping.
No, no, leave it.
(electronic music thumps)
(laughs) You made it!
I feel like Methuselah.
- Come on.
- I'll get a drink.
- We are such a cliche.
- (Martina) Huh?
The girls watch a tearjerker
while the groom
has his last night of,
quote-unquote, "freedom".
Stops Martina worrying
about what he's up to.
- She's not one to talk.
- Bella.
You didn't see her on her hen's
night.
Ah, what happens at the Cross
stays at the Cross, thank you.
- (Bella chuckles wryly)
- Tell.
No.
I'm a mother, not a nun.
So, Sophia,
what did you get up to
on your hen's night then, huh?
What happens in Dubbo stays in
Dubbo.
- (Bella) Ooh!
- Dubbo? (Laughs)
Dubbo!
(music thumps)
Could I get a beer schooner
please?
- Old man.
- Don't you start!
Hey. Watch him.
He's alright.
- Oi! Piss off!
- Whoa, easy bro!
(arguing in background)
Hey!
(woman) What are you doing?
(echoes) Danny!
(high-pitched ringing)
(romantic music from TV)
(tearfully) Uh!
Never fails. (Chuckles)
(phone rings)
- Timing.
- Keep watching.
(clears throat)
This better be good.
(Sophia sobs)
No.
No.
(message tone)
(tense music builds)
You're distracted.
You could make sure, you know.
What?
If it keeps dragging on.
Slip him something.
Toy with his meds.
Put everyone out of their
misery.
Don't even joke.
You've thought about it,
you know you have.
There's a long way
between thought and deed.
Not always.
There must be something you can
do.
If there only was.
He's in there somewhere.
It's just his body now.
No, if we wait
he'll get better.
He won't.
It's a massive internal
haemorrhage, sweetheart.
We can continue to delay,
if you wish.
(Martina inhales sharply)
It's not what he'd want.
Please, please.
He wouldn't wanna linger.
He always loved helping people.
And it will.
It's his living memorial.
The paperwork's ready.
We'll proceed when you are.
(Martina cries)
Have all the time you need for
goodbyes.
Then we'll take him.
(soft piano music)
(Martina sobs loudly)
It's like they said.
There's no hope.
He's being prepared for organ
donation.
Marti?
She's accepted. She needs you.
- Thanks, mate.
- Come on. Thank you.
That's it?
They're saying their goodbyes.
- You OK?
- No.
But Sophia would want you
to pay your respects.
Then let the team know
and we'll gather tomorrow.
- OK, coach.
- Let's go.
Just a tick.
As soon as that's done,
you go to their place.
We have to protect them
from the truth.
(Martina cries)
Goodnight, my darling.
(phone ringing)