Between Two Worlds (2020) s01e03 Episode Script

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Martina: How can you?
You're talking to that reporter,
after what she said.
You're his mother!
I wouldn't lie for him alive,
I am not going to do it now.
I'll hate you
if you go ahead with this.
The club would prefer
you to cancel it.
This is my choice,
and the one I have to make.
Sophia, why have you chosen
to speak about Denny's drug
dealing now?
When I heard that your
accusations were true,
I felt I had to address them.
If you can happen to Danny,
it can happen to anyone.
I'd like fans of the game
to learn from his mistakes.
It's like they said.
There's no hope.
He's being prepared
for organ donation.
What about my transplant?
A healthy new heart?
There's something
you should know.
Mr. Lee and Cate have graduated
from hotel beds to hers.
I got a visit
from Rebecca Koenig
before I got one
from my adoring spouse.
Bad dream?
No.
I've got somewhere even better
for tomorrow night.
Than this?
You wait.
What could be more
twisted than my father's desk?
You can't even begin to imagine.
(breathing, panting, moaning)
There's no one like you.
- This is where your dad
- Yes.
Industrial cleaners.
But if you look close enough
This is sick.
What part of,
"We're making love
"where your father blew
his brains out,"
isn't a step too far?
50 shades of disappointment.
We should
All that talk
about pushing boundaries.
"And you take me places
I never thought I'd go."
Get out.
I mean it. Get out.
Get dressed outside.
You really thought
I wouldn't be shocked?
I thought
Piss off.
If you didn't understand
that, the full story
(engine burbles)
Shit.
Daddy.
Baby.
You know, don't you?
You've seen it.
How do you
Philip Walford called me.
He laughed.
He said I'd helped destroy you.
(cries, cocks gun)
Don't be silly.
I'm so ashamed, Daddy.
I'm so sorry.
Put it down.
I've hurt you. You've seen it.
You are still my little girl.
You hate me.
You're still my baby.
I can't live with that
No. No.
It's all right, baby.
You're still daddy's girl.
(whimpers, cries)
No one will know.
Just give me the gun.
No, daddy, I'm so sorry.
Give it here.
It's all right.
Give daddy the gun.
There's nothing we can't fix.
You know how much I love you.
Oh, I know.
(gunshot)
(keypad bleeps)
(doorbell chimes)
(door opens)
What?
- I know how she must feel.
- Not even close!
We're taking a few days
to process at David's shack.
That's where we are
if she wants to talk
or if she would like to join us.
After last night?
I wanted to offer.
- It's OK, Dad.
- If you don't wanna do this
I've got it. Thanks.
I didn't want to go without you
knowing where I was,
in case you needed anything.
Don't ask me to forgive you.
I don't.
I didn't feel I had a choice.
He always used to say,
"Mum has this great way
"of making
everything about herself."
I used to defend you.
But last night
was all about you.
Saint Sophia,
sacrificing her son
for the sake
of mothers everywhere.
The only person
who came out of that interview
looking good was you.
Whether you know it or not,
that was the point.
You clinging desperately to your
delusion of perfect motherhood.
(sighs)
That looked problematic.
There are different ways
of handling grief.
(horns honk, sirens wail)
Enough of the hearts
and flowers stuff.
Let's cut to the heart
of the matter.
(groans)
Nothing like a transplant
to encourage the bad quips.
Clearly.
Oh, have a heart.
I am thereby done.
Glad to see
you're still kicking.
I may not be if
you keep that up.
This is only temporary.
So am I, if you don't behave.
Cate wrangled me back.
That can change.
- I'd rather walk.
- I insist you don't.
Thank you.
You were released early
on one condition -
you listen,
and you do what I say.
I got it from Julian.
And the transplant coordinator -
save your breath.
You can work in rationed bursts.
You'll sleep when I tell you,
or at least give it your best shot,
and you will be meticulous
in your drug regimen.
Rejection is a real possibility,
and I don't mean the type
where I say 'go screw yourself'
for acting up.
- You practised that.
- Nurses Handbook, page 46.
'How to Lay Down the Law
to Over-Privileged White Men
with Anger Management Issues'.
- You should do stand-up.
- My fallback profession.
Right, let's talk about how this
will go. First up, pills.
(knock at door)
Yes? How is he?
Disturbingly amenable.
He thanked me.
Julian said he might change.
False hope?
Possibly not.
Pen and ink, yet! Retro girl.
Started in my teens.
I would've behaved if I had
known I was going in your diary.
- All mentions with affection.
- I should hope.
So when was his last show
of gratitude?
Other than a snide dig,
I'd have to go a long way back
through these to find that.
You've kept them all?
As my record of happiness lost
and suffering gained.
I can imagine.
It's good to have you back.
I just wanted you to know
he's settled.
Don't be thrown by any changes.
They can be extreme.
I hope you understand.
Try me.
I don't understand your problem
about joining us.
The girls are marvellous.
Hardly girls, mother, despite
the efforts of their surgeons.
The Real Housewives
of Over-the-Hills
and their spawn not my kind.
Well, for your father then.
With these rumours
about the business,
we are to be seen
to be charitable.
Dispel the whispers
of going belly up?
Excuse me.
Bartholomew Walford.
Georgia Konig.
We have a lot in common.
I know we shared a common bond.
The best of everything
on the surface.
Tyrannical fathers.
Our burden beneath.
I thought it was my arse
in that suit.
That helped.
Nothing says 'talk to the boy'
like knowing your father
is screwing his mother.
You knew it that early?
That's the least
of today's revelations.
- I'm not normally this forward.
- No?
I normally way more
if I'm just after a quickie.
And what are you after?
Buy a ticket for the ride
and see.
I'll leave my number with
the barman. I'll expect your call.
- If it doesn't come?
- It will.
- You were so sure.
- Damage attracts damage.
I didn't know my damaged showed.
To the right eyes.
Your father tyrannised
your soul.
Daddy dearest, my body.
I was 13 when it first happened.
I'll avoid the sordid details.
But it was on the spot
where we were last night.
He threw me down
and the only words I can
remember are
"Daddy loves his princess
"and afterwards, if you tell,
they'll know who to blame."
It went on for years.
Why didn't you
Why didn't you tell the world
about Phillip's
mental cruelty, huh?
Because they're clever.
They make you feel
responsible somehow.
You mother,
she must've suspected.
Yeah, there's
comfort in denial.
And I'm the first person
you've told?
The second.
(cries) Help me.
But that doesn't matter.
I got no joy from that,
quite the opposite,
so I saw you that night
in that bar and I thought
"I'm going to have lots of
fabulous sex with that man.
"And he's going to help me
finally get my revenge."
- My father loves me deeply.
- Where does that come from?
He'd do anything to protect me.
Should I be worried?
No. He should.
I'm his Achilles' heel.
I know what would stop
him yelling 'corruption'
about the bankruptcy
and your father.
It would score you huge
points with Phillip.
Original. Copy.
That should shut him up.
You scored with yours,
I settled scores with mine.
I've always wondered how
you could betray him like that.
I rubbed his face
in what he'd made me.
He'd have felt disgusted,
jealous,
and the sickest, betrayed.
He looked in the mirror
and it drove him to end it all.
You hoped he'd suicide?
I hoped he'd something.
There was an outside
possibility.
And that didn't worry you.
As much as screwing me
worried him.
- And what was last night?
- A test of your limits.
To force this discussion -
maybe to exorcise
what happened over the years
by making love there.
And we do make love now.
As much as I have
resisted saying it,
as much as I threw every kinky
challenge I could at you
to make you run from it
..I love you.
And I love you.
I know.
Otherwise I never
could've said it.
(they chuckle)
Is that it?
The full story?
You know how much I love you.
Oh, I know.
Every revolting detail.
So where to now?
Wherever this takes us.
Do I have a way of
hijacking situations
to make them about myself?
Is that what Martina said?
She obviously
said something harsh.
Do I?
Danny died days before their
wedding. She's still mourning.
It probably helps
her to lash out.
That doesn't answer
the question.
Did Danny ever say
he thought I did?
- We all say things we regret.
- So yes?
I'm sure he thought
better of it later.
When? Under what
circumstances?
Mum, I really don't
I wouldn't ask if
it wasn't important.
I've been forced
to re-evaluate my son.
Perhaps I should
look at myself too.
After Dad died, Danny thought
He thought you were a lot more
'poor me' than 'poor us'.
- Was I?
- For little bit.
You'd just lost your husband.
Well, you just lost your father.
And he wanted you to be perfect.
- What about you?
- (scoffs) Nobody's perfect.
Yes?
- It's not important.
- Let me decide.
With what happened to me
with the bullying,
that ended up more of
a war between all the mothers
than it did about what
anybody had actually done to me.
You were suddenly
the central player.
It hurt.
But it did feel about me,
I felt I'd failed somehow,
I didn't protect you.
There was one 'me'
and three 'I's in that sentence.
Maybe all mothers do it.
We begin life inside you
so of course it's easy to
make us about yourself.
I'm honestly not bitter.
I know you tried.
You've wanted to say that
for a long time.
I didn't know until now.
In the interview last night,
was that about me?
Danny did the wrong thing.
And you were right as a mother
to say what you said.
But the words 'me' and 'I'
did pre-dominate.
You asked.
Just until it gets too hot.
You've had enough of bed.
You're prattling
nanny-speak again.
I'll take my umbrella
and fly away if you're naughty.
Yeah, well, grab it
and bugger off.
That's better!
You were almost charming
over breakfast.
I'd hate to lose
my sparring partner.
- A lapse.
- Good.
I'll be back to check on you.
When Gary Ford arrives,
send him out.
Call the transplant coordinator.
I want a report on
how all this affects mood.
Worried you're
losing your edge?
I want the full facts -
not the summarised waffle
I've had so far.
You've been through
something profound.
Of course it's
going to affect you
- No later than lunchtime.
- Yes, sir.
Is it your father or something
else that's distracting you?
- Something else.
- Share?
- I'm in love.
- Not
- Who else?
- Love?
- But you've said all along
- It was.
So what's changed?
There's a lot more to
her than I imagined.
Well, I hope
the oddly human moments
your father's
displaying last
if you're going to offer that
little snippet to him.
I'll choose my time.
Carefully.
What about Julian? You tell him?
Timing's all.
He's on the terrace,
if you want a punch up.
Don't stand there with
that pitying look on your face.
Say something or get to work.
How are you feeling?
Better now I'm at home.
Even more so once I'm back
at my desk.
Anything you want to tell me?
About?
I've got Gary Ford coming.
- Security?
- Unless there's another one.
-It's about certain erasures
from the security tapes.
- From the office?
- Here. The elevators.
Whose visits would your mother
rather remove from the record?
- Ask her.
- The eminent Julian Lee?
So Rebecca Konig wasn't lying.
She slid by the hospital.
You knew and didn't say. Yes?
YES?!
Yes.
The way I've kept things
going with you out,
I think I'm owed a pass.
Possibly.
What will you do about it?
Maybe if you'd shared, I would.
Go on, go make money.
And if you run to
your mother with this,
no free pass
in the world will save you.
Yay!
- There they are!
- Off you go.
(yells) Incoming missile!
- Hello, poppet.
- Hey, Mrs. Grey.
- Daddy, let me come.
- Good on Daddy.
She didn't wanna stay at kindy
without you there.
I think you just wanted a swim.
- I do.
- I bet.
- Hey, David.
- Hey.
Why don't you go with Bella?
We'll be there in a tick.
Off you go.
Let's go. Come on, Bella!
What's the club's reaction
to the interview?
- That's not why I came.
- I'd still like to know.
The widow of one of the more
tragic figures of the game
and the mother of one of
its fallen heroes
highlights the problem
of players and drug use.
There's a flap.
Shouldn't you be
there dealing with it?
It's more important
I know you're OK.
I can handle the fuss
if I know you are.
I am.
Never tell them I said this.
It's only a game.
And you've sacrificed enough
for it.
- That smacks of revolt!
- Maybe.
You did what
you felt you had to do.
-(Carrie) Mrs. Grey! Watch!
Oh! Aren't you clever!
Here I come.
(they giggle)
Good girl! Good girl!
That's great!
- You wanted to see me?
- Yes.
- Should you be doing that?
- Should you be caring?
I assume this is something to do
with the visit
from security earlier?
- Julian Lee.
- What about him?
You screwed him here.
That's a first.
You've given me
a dilemma this time.
Being?
Do I destroy him, like the rest?
Or do I opt for gratitude?
I'm oddly inclined
toward the latter.
- I'm in no mood
- I haven't finished.
Do you know, nor am I,
since you've forced the issue.
Julian's as powerful in his
world as you are in yours.
He's beyond your reach, Phillip.
Destroy the man
who saved your life
and let's see what
the media make of it.
And I'll make sure they know.
So that's his purpose.
To challenge me
with a lover I can't hurt.
There's no purpose. No game.
He makes me feel things
I haven't felt
since you stopped being
my lover and became my jailer.
Just another boat docking
in your well-used harbour.
It's the real thing.
You threw me at him in
the misguided assumption
it would get you a place
on the transplant list.
Blame yourself.
Uh, you can go.
Do your worst.
I've stopped caring.
Our baby girls.
They never stop being your baby.
Yeah.
This might be way out of line,
but I have to. I want to.
Will you marry me?
You're joking.
(scoffs)
What?!
You must have guessed
how I feel.
You're a friend.
A very dear friend.
And Paul's best mate, I know.
Maybe that's
why I've said nothing.
I won't apologise
for my feelings.
I'm not asking you to.
I know this isn't how
you'd like it to go.
It's just not something
I've ever considered.
Right.
And the timing.
You'll be a prize
for any woman.
You're
Why now?
The feelings were there.
And I watched you,
through Danny and everything
and you've been amazing -
so brave and honest
and every time
Carrie runs up to you,
I think "I want her to be
Carrie's mum and my wife."
(chuckles)
That look doesn't make
saying it easy.
I'm trying to
find my feet, that's all.
- I do love you.
- (sighs)
I think
I think the thing is, we've only
ever held each other in grief.
Otherwise we've barely touched.
That's not a no, it's
We've never been out to dinner,
or to a movie or
We've never really been alone
together except in grief.
Yes.
What? You'll
Yes, David, I would
love to go to dinner with you.
It's a start.
I just need to see
if I can catch up.
Is that OK? So soon after?
Danny would understand.
I could do with the company.
That's not very romantic.
But under the circumstances,
it's the best I can do.
As long as it's OK
that I spoke.
- Yes!
- I appreciate your honesty.
Let's go help with
the sand castle.
Next Thursday. 7.30?
I haven't dined out
for a very long time.
(lock rattles)
I love you.
I love you too.
I miss you.
You're back.
Your aunt was boring me.
Bored I get. How are you?
Restored?
Rested.
"Rest, cures, religion
and pills." That song lyric?
I'm Still Here.
It's appropriate.
And are you? Fully present?
Well and truly.
If a seed I've
planted sprouts
The other night, with Phillip
Walford. Anything I've missed?
No, you first.
- What have you done?
- A touch of revenge.
You should try it some time.
It feels fabulous.
It does.
"Rest, cures,
religion and pills."
(bell chimes)
He says it's my fault!
He says that Mummy
will hate me if I tell.
Georgia, you can't say things
like that about your father.
But he does it. He does.
Help me.
-(man) Georgia.
Come in.
I'm fine out here.
So Mrs. Morris said.
I need your help. With Mummy.
This way! Over here!
You're sure you won't
stay for dinner?
Got to get little miss
home for bedtime.
Bella wants me to stay.
Oh! Whatever your Dad says.
She knows how to work an angle.
Come here.
See you Thursday night.
You will.
- Bye, sweetheart.
- See you later alligator.
- Thursday night?
- Hm.
- Any questions?
- It makes interesting reading.
Heart transplants are often
associated
with startling
changes in organ recipients.
I thought you were a rugby man?
Maybe it takes a second
shot at life
to appreciate the value
of the game.
Maybe it does.
Nanny says nap time.
Not a murmur!
- My God, you have changed.
- Or I'm just tired.
Leave it. I used it
in hospital to lull me to sleep.
(football commentary continues)
(football commentary echoes)
You're lucky to have a daughter
who cares so much.
I admit I find it
hard to move past my anger.
- Toward Phillip Walford?
- Who else?
Georgia's admitted her
feelings for Bart Walford.
She worries your animosity
may damage her chances.
You think I'd let her
marry into that cesspit.
Which is why she's
enlisted my aid.
It means a lot that she felt
she could come to me
for comfort in this
..given our past dealings.
And what do you get out of it?
Other than sucking on the teat
of human kindness.
It saddens me to see you
so brittle.
You'd have phoned
for simple counselling.
Your visit suggests an agenda.
A request.
(pours liquid)
Walford withdrew
all charitable support
after Gareth's funeral
and remains obdurate.
He's damaged my standing
with the Archbishop.
Georgia's promised to work
on that from within.
Ah. So she's your Trojan horse.
I'm simply suggesting
forgiveness,
so that the young folk
can find their way
to wherever the heart may lead.
With a nice slice
of the pie for God?
There'd be benefits for you.
- How so?
- Call it the flow-on effect.
A grateful daughter would
prop up your lifestyle.
- Yes?
- True.
As for revenge, let them
drag the Greeks into the city.
You can attack from within.
What would God
think of all this?
As long as the faithful
get their due.
Well?
Give me that old time religion.
-(Bella) That will be
so exciting!
He's been keen on you for ages.
Why didn't you say something?
- Are you blind?
- Clearly!
You're not old.
No, it's just I've never
thought of him in that light.
You're a hottie.
- Oh, please.
- And he's a fox.
You guys will
have a great night.
Don't let the rest of it
get in the way.
Unless you accepted
out of sympathy.
- Did you?
- Not entirely.
It's his timing that's suspect.
Is it sympathy?
It might be why he 'fessed up.
But like I said, he's been soppy
on you for a long time.
This is one thing
you are allowed to
make all about yourself.
- You're sure?
- Absolutely.
(Bella laughs)
- Chow's up.
- This cellular memory guff.
Everything you need
was in those papers.
There was a glancing reference
to the notion.
So you're trawling the internet?
Yeah. What do you make of it?
Why do you think it
was a glancing reference?
There's not a lot to support it.
But anecdotal evidence.
- Yes.
- A lot.
I wouldn't have taken you
for an "I'm adopting aspects
of my donor" type.
I'm doing a lot of things
I might not have done before.
- I want to know.
- You've got the reading.
If this heart is changing me,
I want know where it came from.
- It's not changing you.
- Who knows? I want to know.
There are strict rules
regarding that.
Screw the rules. I want a name.
Not a number, a name.
If someone is changing me
from within, I want to know who.
(scoffs) You can't be serious.
Deadly.