Come Home (2018) s01e02 Episode Script

- What happened to your wife? - She left.
- Where is she? Two mile away.
Living on her own in a terraced house.
- She fighting for custody? - No.
- She says she needed some space.
- Promise you'll come home.
I really promise.
My husband is a very violent man.
He's been hurting me and scaring my boy.
- You're coming to my place.
- My knight in shining armour.
Just don't tell him where I live.
I'm begging you.
We can put all this behind us.
Whatever it is, we'll put it behind us, if you'll just come on home.
- Stay here long as you need.
- Really? Give me one good reason why not.
Mummy? 'Hi, this is Marie, leave a message, I'll call you back.
'Hi, this is Marie, leave a message, I'll - You listen to music in the shower! - What are you going to use it for? - It doesn't matter.
- I'm doing homework! - No, you're playing games.
You're going like that the whole time.
Mummy, can you? That's because I'm on the internet for my homework.
You're trying to get the internet in the car.
Daddy bought it for educational purposes and that's why I have it.
Give it to me! I hate everyone in this house except Mummy.
I love you, darling.
I love you too.
Ha! Just arrived.
And they're not cheap.
Come on, let's have it.
Well, what's it say? He wants to meet again this week.
Unbelievable.
I've been on Tinder eight months.
Flowers, not once.
I'm not looking for anything serious.
You're going.
A glass of red wine.
- (Sorry.
) - Everything's OK.
Are you OK? - Fiona! - Marie? I I just dropped my phone.
Sorry, excuse me.
Jesus.
Hi.
Is it book night tonight? Yeah.
Tenant of Wildfell Hall.
- Oh, Bronte again.
- Mm-hm.
Molly was over last week.
It was Cassandra's party.
She had a really good time.
Greg picked her up after, actually.
With his new girlfriend.
Um you're looking well.
- Thanks.
So are you.
- Thanks.
So are all of you.
- Do you want to join us? - Oh, no, I'm just I just dropped in for a quick one.
Um .
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anyway, it's lovely to see all of you.
Especially you, Jan.
You can talk to me, you know.
I am still a person.
You don't have to be struck mute at the sight of me.
Sure, anyway, enjoy your evening.
Maybe lighten up on the romantic fiction.
- Hiya.
- How you doing? - Can we go somewhere else? - Yeah.
- Thanks.
You look nice.
- So do you.
I suppose I was always more romantic than she was.
You know, my parents were inseparable their whole marriage and I think I expected that same kind of closeness, but .
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she found it stifling.
She said I was too sensitive, too soft, too I can't stay there! I can't! Listen, we know you've struggled but no-one expects you to be a perfect mother.
Take a week.
Have some time.
All this? Moving out, getting a house You're their mum.
.
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She says she still wants to be friends.
She just doesn't love me in that way any more.
We still talk.
We still meet for a coffee sometimes.
Like you, there's no children involved, so .
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we've always managed to keep things amicable.
I mean, I said to her at the time, I said, "Jill" Jack Sorry.
- Too much about myself? - You're a lovely man.
I'm just not looking right now.
Come on, move it! That's it! Pass it! Keep going! Well done! Move it! Where are them two? Having a bath.
Urgh! Hey, have you seen this shit? Rota.
Washing up, vac-ing, cleaning the bog.
- It's obviously her idea.
- Liam, we said we were gonna try.
- I am trying.
- You talk to her like she's a piece of shit.
- What, and you like her? - No.
She makes Daddy happy and that's something.
Makes his dick happy.
How long's that gonna last for? As for Davey, it's like - Shit, he's still there.
- Who? Some weirdo outside, just, like, staring.
- So? - So So, he's probably just waiting for someone.
Shit, he's coming over here.
Laura, no matter what anyone says, don't worry, no-one thinks you're a drama queen.
Get off! Liam! - Jesus.
- What? - He's pissing on the tree.
Who the hell is he? Dad! Dad! Dad! There's some man peeing in the garden outside.
Some weirdo.
Hang on! Out of the way.
Bren, wait.
Hold on.
Bren! Hello? Garry? Just leave me alone! - What did he look like? - It was dark.
- What did he look like?! A weirdo.
Is she the best you can do? Liam, give them back! - They're right here.
- Mum! Mum! Liam won't give me back my trainers! Just take them -- they're right here.
Mum, come and tell him! He's been sending all these messages, texts - .
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wanting to see Davey.
- Threatening? Hmm.
He's not that stupid.
Bren, don't jump down my throat.
- If - He's not seeing him.
Not when he's off it, not when he's high.
No! He's his da, Bren.
What, and kids need both parents, do they? Do yours need Marie? Yeah.
Right, come on, you two, we can't be late.
Quick, before the bell goes.
Run, run, run.
Quickly! Two down, one to go.
I care about him, you know? Your dad.
I make him happy.
I know.
You and Liam'll piss off, few years.
You'll go to uni, he'll be wherever, living your lives.
Your dad doesn't tell you stuff.
Protects you like you're little babies.
Your mum had problems.
He's told me things.
Things she did, things she said.
He deserves a chance to be happy, doesn't he? Deserves another shot.
Just feels a bit quick, that's all.
I won't hurt him.
I promise.
Oh, my God.
Have you seen the new surgeon in colon and rectal? I'll tell you what, he can look up my arse any day he likes.
Are you OK? Yeah.
Garry.
I've not come for trouble.
But this hanging round the house Hanging round the house? You want to see your son, I get it.
But you scared my kids the other night.
And it's not on.
She send you to say this? No.
But I'm here to ask you, man to man, no more of that.
What other night? Look, I don't want to have to involve the police Tell Brenna to answer my texts and stop sending her wee messenger boy.
No more of that, yeah? - Hiya.
- All right? - Where's my dad? Er, he popped out.
What? She's got the doctor's.
He better not have forgot.
- Liam.
- Yeah? - Where's your da? - No idea.
His phone's off.
We'll just wait in the office.
Right, well, you may as well stick the kettle on while you're there.
Mmm.
One sugar or two? Here, unless you want me to give you a lift? Right.
Two seconds.
Sorry, what's going on here? Daddy's meant to take her to the doctor's for her rash.
How you doing, itchy pants? You all right? - Right, come on to the office.
- Come on.
Not like you to be so quiet.
Are you OK? - Yeah.
- You sure? Mmm.
Molly's having fun anyway.
- Thank you.
- Molly, sit down.
You're in the way.
- Excuse me.
- Sorry.
Molly, sit down! Molly, please sit down.
No.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Over here.
Ow! - Sit down and behave yourself.
- I wasn't doing anything.
Be quiet for me, please.
Molly Farrell, waiting for Dr Kennedy? - Hiya.
This is Molly.
- Is someone else coming? - No.
I'm her sister.
- And how old are you? I'm afraid we can't see a child of Molly's age without a parent - or guardian present.
- But we're here.
And she has this rash.
It's a terrible rash.
And it's up both of her arms and she keeps itching.
- Is it possible for you to come back later with somebody else? - They think it's stress related.
So really we just, like, need some cream or - She wets the bed, too, and she bites.
- Laura! It all started when our mummy walked out on us I mean, I could call her and see if she'll come down but I'm really sorry.
But if it is stress related, a guardian will need to be with her.
Forget it.
Come on.
If your parents call in directly, we can organise a new appointment for her.
'And Jenny in Dundonald has texted to say her lovely daughters, Hannah and Sophie, are taking her out for a special Mother's Day lunch.
And to all the rest of you yummy mummies out there, enjoy your day tomorrow.
Mum, Liam won't give back my trainers.
Mum, come and tell him! Just take them! - Hello? - Hello, er, Lucy? Hey, it's Marie from work.
- How are you? - How you doing? - Yeah, I'm good.
Listen, I was just wondering if you, if you don't have any plans, would you be up for doing something tomorrow? I just fancy having a day out.
- Yeah, I'd love to.
- Great.
And what d'you fancy? I don't know.
Anything.
Just something fun.
Something nobody else will be doing.
You're on.
Perks of not having kids, eh? Well, you said fun.
I did! Oh, my God.
Come on, hop in.
Myself and Owen used to come here all the time.
Smoke off some massive spliff then a few miles along the river.
It's a wonder you didn't drown.
Nearly did.
A few times.
It's a good thing you don't expect me to do it stoned.
I surely do.
- Right.
- OK.
- Been a while.
Bet you didn't think you'd be doing this today, did you? No! You know I can't swim? Yeah, you better not fall in, you mad yoke.
Come on, keep up.
Should be banned, this day.
It's obscene.
All these procreators being celebrated .
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rubbing our noses in it.
Makes me sick.
How long were you trying for? Seven years.
Longer.
We did six rounds of IVF.
Did you ever try it? No, you've not suffered disappointment till you've had IVF failing you.
One time it worked.
There were two in there, twins.
And then we went for the next scan and sure I'm so sorry.
It's what broke us up in the end.
Owen couldn't stand me any more, the way it made me.
Couldn't be happy for friends that got pregnant, couldn't go anywhere there might be kids.
One of my old mates had four.
Four.
Greedy bitch.
I felt like nicking one off her.
Sorry.
I get like this when I smoke.
What's your deal? You never wanted any or? Couldn't.
Er Greg, my husband, was, was infertile.
We talked about adoption but his heart wasn't in it.
Marriage wasn't strong enough.
Ah, sure we'll go out tonight and find you someone that can get it up and keep it up.
Come on, girls! Well done, girls! So, plan A -- dump the car in town, hit a few bars.
Nowhere with families.
And get totally locked on cocktails.
Try and find two very attractive well-hung gentlemen to shag.
- Or if you prefer plan B - Which is? Drive back to mine, hit the spirits, lose the car, call up my mate Debs, who might have a bit of cheeky coke left over from festival season and then we can hit the town and try and find two very attractive well-hung gentlemen that we can shag.
So, plan A or B? I lost one.
- It's fine.
You don't have to - I lost one.
- And it wasn't Greg's.
- Really, Marie We don't know each other that well.
I don't expect to know every last detail.
Jesus Christ.
Shit, I'm - Look, it's OK.
- No.
No, it isn't OK.
I'm a liar! I'm a fucking liar! Marie, it's all right.
No.
Look I like you.
I'm sorry.
I would have told you, but when I started the job I just I had to keep lying and .
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you were sitting in the opposite desk.
I just I didn't think we'd be friends like this, you know? Listen Lucy I want to tell you the truth.
OK? OK, if you want.
I mean I have three kids.
Liam, Laura and Molly.
Right.
They're great kids.
I love them.
Believe me, I love them.
I was, I was a good mum.
I was.
But I don't live with them any more.
They're with their dad, Greg.
What, the impotent guy? Listen, Lucy, don't hate me.
Try and understand.
I couldn't stay there.
You know, I couldn't.
- I had to get out.
- Three kids, Marie.
See, this is why I couldn't tell you.
This is why I couldn't tell anybody.
Even my friends.
I mean, my oldest friends have all just turned their back on me.
Yeah, you poor thing.
- Lucy.
- Leave me alone.
No, Lucy, please, please, wait.
Lucy, I'm really sorry.
- I didn't mean to lie to you.
- I'm going home.
Look Can we just have a drink and, and, and I'll explain? I poured my heart out to you back there.
This useless body of mine won't work.
But yours Lucy, I'm so sorry.
It's all I ever wanted.
It's all I ever wanted! Lucy, please, can we just talk? Mummy? Dad! Dad! It's Mummy.
She's here.
She's at the window.
A glass of red wine, please? Can I have a drink, please? Excuse me.
- Marie? - Yeah.
Bit of fun, yeah? - No way! - Oh, my God! Jesus! Are you hurt? Can you hear me? Look, don't worry, we're gonna get help.
Call an ambulance.
Just leave it.
She's not your problem any more.
- Go back to bed.
- Why are they even ringing here? She had home in her phone.
Hey, don't you see, this is what she wants? You running to her.
You're being paranoid.
I'll be an hour, two at the most.
Go to that bitch and, trust me, you'll come back to an empty bed.
- What? - I swear to God, Greg .
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you go to her, what does that tell me? That you still love her, you still have feelings for her.
It tells you she's the mother of my kids.
Look, we have to cut them out of our life.
Garry, Marie, they're the past.
But you go, what am I meant to think? Bren .
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one hour.
Bye, then.
We're keeping her in for the night for observation.
She's going to be fine.
Just there.
I love you, Marie.
But I think it's better now if we cut the cord.
You fucked them up.
You fucked us all up.
Molly couldn't stop crying after yesterday.
And I know how she feels.
You're the love of my life.
You gave me three beautiful children, but now .
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stay away.
I don't want to ever see you again, and I don't want my children to ever see you again.
It's over.
- Who's the smartarse? - What's wrong? - Where's my boots? - Don't know.
And my trainers.
I've been looking everywhere.
Molly have you hidden 'em? You can have them back when you've done your chores.
What? Last night's dishes should've been done last night.
Are you insane? Just give me the boots.
- I'll do them.
- You won't! - You're you're not in charge of me.
- Rules are rules.
Give me the fucking boots! Right, from this point on, I'll be at Dex's.
Liam! No, he said, when it reached the murder stage, I can kip at his! Liam! You lying prick! Is he in? Look, you've made your point.
But Dex doesn't want you on his sofa for the next year.
His feet stink a bit, but apart from that I get it 100 times a day at work.
Dad, that's all he talks about.
- So what are you going to do? Because you can't stay here.
- Dunno.
Liam .
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come home.
No.
So you're going to walk out.
Just like Mum.
Leaving me, leaving Molly.
We're stuck there.
Please.
Tomorrow.
But as soon as I can get out, I'm leaving.
No, don't, don't, don't! Get off! Sorry, love, we're closed.
Hi, Billy.
Marie.
What are you doing here? I just wanted to talk to you.
Have you got time? Sure.
Just get my coat.
Thanks.
There.
Thank you.
It's good to see you.
Sorry about your wife, Billy.
Nah.
It ended her pain.
You have a daughter? Faith.
She's 13.
Ah, she's a good kid.
Mature.
How are yours? Two, is it? It's three.
Liam, Laura and Molly.
Wow, that's a handful.
Mmm.
And Greg? Are you still with Greg? - No.
- Right.
That's a shame.
I left him last year.
Right.
Molly's five.
She wasn't planned.
I mean Oh, my God, she's great, don't get me wrong, but, er .
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you know, so long after Long time in between.
And Liam's 17.
He's a big lad.
He works with Greg.
And Laura, beautiful Laura, she's kind of the special one.
You're not supposed to say that.
But, er You want to see her? Yeah, yeah, go on.
Give us a look.
Come on, she's beautiful.
She takes after her mother.
Billy, what was I like when we were together? Oh, man .
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some fun.
Unpredictable.
Exciting.
Well, we were younger then.
Do you think it was real? Real? The passion.
The way we felt about each other.
I haven't been happy.
Regret's a terrible thing, it eats away at you.
I wanted to do the right thing.
Staying with Greg.
I didn't want to be responsible for all that pain.
We could have been happy.
We might not have.
I think we would.
You must have thought about it over the years.
I mean, you must have thought back on it.
Oh, it was a long time ago.
I know, but it was special.
It was an affair, a bit of passion.
Er, kind of meaningless, really.
Meaningless? It was sex in a car.
You know, sneaking around, fun, but hardly reality.
Right.
I shouldn't have come.
Why did you? I don't know.
I just felt like when I was with you, I was I felt like myself, you know.
And I just thought seeing you might - But we're strangers, aren't we? - Ah, no, no, no, we're not strangers.
But not reality.
She's reality.
Laura is yours, Billy.
Ours.
From the sex in the car and the sneaking around.
And she thinks another man is her daddy.
Another man is her daddy.
Because that's the choice I made, Billy.
15 years ago, when I let you leave.
And now I've left.
I left all of 'em.
It's time I went back.
Home sweet home.
Thanks for the lift.
Look, Laura, um I know it's not it's not the same .
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but my dad walked out, OK, just left.
Never came back.
I didn't know the guy.
I called him a prick to anybody that'd listen, but, er Well, in here .
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I kept asking myself, you know, was it something I did? Was I not lovable enough to make him stay? But it's them, right? It's not us.
So if you're blaming yourself, or if you're .
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half blaming yourself, don't.
Thanks.
They've all gone out.
Will you come in? I think right now that's the last thing that you need.
OK? Look, I'm a friend.
On a plate and you turn it down? Fine, screw you! Laura, wait.
Too late to care.
What? Where's my kid? Where's Davey? Davey?! - Where is he? - I don't know.
No, please.
Where?! Where? I don't know, I don't know.
You know he's MY kid? - Should I have you? He has mine, I'll have his.
- No, no, no! Please.
Nice house, boss area.
Brenna's really come up in the world, hasn't she? Stop! Stop the car! - Laura! - Mummy.
Mummy.
- Laura! - Mummy! Mummy! Sweetheart! Mummy.
I've got you now, sweetie.
It's going to be OK.
I'm never letting you go again.
It's OK.
I want them back.
No! The answer today, tomorrow, forever, is no.
I'll see a solicitor.
Your son, Liam.
The court has no jurisdiction over him.
The application would only concern your two daughters.
The, er, safeguarding checks have thrown up an issue.
Brenna, why didn't you tell me? What? What issue, Greg? Mummy .
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you have to get us out of there.
I don't even know why he's with her.
You've lied .
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for 15 years about Laura.
You have to tell them the truth.
Well, I'll be here, Greg, by your side, through all of this, but you need to decide.
I can't lose those girls.
It'll kill me.
I am concerned with an application with regard to two children, namely Laura and Molly Farrell.
It is our decision that the children reside with