Truelove (2024) s01e03 Episode Script

1
-(rain pattering)
-(dog barking)
(wind whooshing)
(windmill squeaks)
(objects clattering)
-(thudding)
-(ominous music playing)
David?
(objects clinking)
(objects clinking)
(wooden floorboards creak)
Who are you?
Oh, don't come any closer.
It's broken.
You need to get out of my house.
(Tara) Sorry. Look,
I can see you're frightened.
-Don't come near me!
-It's okay.
-Just give me that and
-I need to call the police!
-Oh, no!
-Marion Ow! God
Oh
(sighs)
-Are you all right?
-(Tara) Yeah.
(sombre music playing)
(sighs)
-(Marion) Tell me again.
-(sighs)
You met Tara last week. She is
Well, she was going to come in
a couple of days a week
to help out.
I'm not going into a home.
I'm not doing that.
No one's talking about that,
Marion.
I can't do this anymore, David.
I just can't.
(water trickling)
(sniffs)
(Erika) So, Nigel, what first
attracted you to Philippa?
-Phil.
-Phil. Sorry.
Her smell.
She smells great.
Always has. Well, you do.
I don't mean, you know, like a
perfume or the smell
of your fags. (laughs)
It's just, erm, I don't know
Particularly this bit just there,
that's my favourite.
Nigel
(Erika) Why does that
embarrass you, Phil?
Because it's embarrassing.
(Erika) All right, same question
to you, Phil.
What first attracted you to Nigel?
I
-Hmm
-Doesn't bode well.
I'm trying
to narrow it down, actually.
Oh, really?
(Erika) Could you maybe
give me an example?
When I was still working
he knew some days most days
that it had been hard.
I'd arrive back, shattered,
hating the world, usually
and there would be
something cooking
very large gin and tonic
ten pack of Silk Cut.
It was the '90s. Judge not, Erika.
And a bath.
With bubbles.
(Erika) Mm. That's lovely.
Yeah.
(Erika) Did you ever run
Nigel a bath?
Well, you remember
I mentioned homework
-Are they overkill?
-No, no, it's nice.
It's all very nice.
-Right, then. Dive in.
-Er, do you want to stay and chat?
Sure.
(Erika) Who wants to talk
about Ken? Phil?
It was a mistake. It's over.
It was unfinished business
but it's finished now.
I do love you, you know.
Could you love me in a bungalow?
-(Phil) Jesus.
-(chuckles)
Possibly.
(phone ringing)
Back in a sec.
Hello?
-Ken?
-(David) Phil, it's David.
-I'm sorry it's so late.
-Oh, hi, David.
(David) Marion asked me
to call you.
Look I know you said no, Phil
(sighs) but it's got much worse.
(sighs)
-(indistinct chatter)
-(party music playing)
Thank you.
Cheers.
-We could have a dance later.
-Oh
-I don't know.
-You're a good mover, I bet.
You never lose that.
Look, cards on the table,
I know I'm not the first team.
-Mm. Barbara
-At this point,
I'm just happy to be in the game.
Romance, all of that,
if it happens, fine.
If not, it's no biggie.
But if you do want to go there,
I'm open to it.
(sighs)
These days,
there are things you can do.
Erectile dysfunction,
vaginal dryness,
these dragons have been slain, Ken.
Jesus. Barbara!
(both chuckle)
(doorbell ringing)
-Hi.
-Can I help you?
Sorry. Are you all right?
-Yes, I'm fine.
-(Ayesha) Right.
Er, PC Ayesha Kareem.
I was at the inquest
of your brother-in-law,
Tom Richards, last month.
Yes, I remember.
Can I come in?
I've got a couple of questions.
About what?
I mean, it's not really
-a good time at the moment.
-Can I come in, please?
(sighs)
Do I know her?
-She was at Tom's inquest.
-Right.
Has she had some tea and biscuits?
-We've got some nice ones.
-She's not staying.
I'm fine.
Has she come about True love?
Maybe we will have those biscuits.
-Do you want to get them?
-Mm.
She hasn't had her morning nap yet.
-So, what did you want to ask?
-Er, I'm sorry, right,
I just needed to ask you a couple
of questions about another boat.
-What boat?
-Mr Richards, your brother-in-law,
he was looking after another boat.
Where are the biscuits?
They're in the tin.
The tin
This This second boat
was taken out to sea
at the same time
as the one he died on.
So?
It's just that if Tom was sailing
one boat
-(clatters)
-and he had
(Marion)
Oh, they've gone everywhere!
It's all right, Marion. I'm coming.
Look, I'm sorry.
Someone pinched
Tom's boat or they didn't.
I mean, what does it matter?
The man's dead.
Thank you for coming.
You can see yourself out.
Oh, Marion
-Come on, let me help you.
-(Marion) No, no.
They're all ruined now!
(David) I'll get a tea towel.
(melodramatic music playing)
(birds chirping)
(phone buzzing)
(Ken over voicemail)
This is Ken Holding.
-Leave a message.
-(phone beeps)
(indistinct chatter over radio)
-(Nigel) Can't change your mind?
-I'm fine.
I'd much rather play with you.
Can I share something
in the nonjudgemental spirit
of honesty
-that Erika says is so important?
-Please.
I don't really like Bridge.
I've never liked it.
If I never play Bridge again,
it'll be too soon.
Thank you for that.
That's really great.
I think
we're really making progress.
I think we are.
I can't wait to tell Erika.
(soft music playing)
(door closing)
-(children laughing in distance)
-(indistinct chatter)
Hello.
-Hi. I'm sorry, are you
-I'm Barbara.
Phil.
Thanks for the picnic, Kenny.
See you on Tuesday.
Nice to meet you, Phil.
-Where did you go?
-Just the downs. For a walk.
Nice time?
What do you want, Phil?
David called me.
Marion's worse. A lot worse.
She's desperate.
I said no, Phil,
and I'm not changing my mind.
All I'm saying is talk to them,
see for yourself.
Which is what you said
the last time.
This isn't like last time at all.
You know, I'm just getting myself
back together,
and here you come,
Hurricane Philippa.
I liked it
when the hurricanes were women.
I know it's sexist,
but it was just better, wasn't it?
Just meet them.
Please. Talk to Marion properly.
I'd want the same if I were her.
We can't just ignore
what's happening.
Come on, Kenny.
(scoffs)
(soft music playing)
-Here we are.
-Hi, hi. Hello, darling.
Sorry I'm late.
Right, just in time
for the pièce de résistance.
The sunroom. West facing.
It's lovely.
What are you supposed to do
in a sunroom?
Whatever you like,
that's the beauty of it.
Totally flexible space.
What about the sellers?
What's their position?
It's a probate sale, so, yeah,
they, erm, passed.
Right.
No onward chain though,
which is great.
Yeah.
(indistinct chatter)
So, what do you think?
-Death's waiting room.
-The view though.
What Mum,
I do want to say thank you.
Erm, you know, it's a new beginning
for me and the kids and
you're making that possible, so
thank you.
Speaking of new beginnings,
Dad says you're going
on a date tomorrow.
Oh, yeah.
Yep. (sighs)
-Who's the lucky bloke?
-Erm, Adam.
Alex. Hold on.
Anton.
What?
Meeting people on the Internet?
Yeah, that's how it
works now, Mother.
I just don't want
to have to dig you up
in a lay-by on the A38.
But have a lovely time.
-(traffic whizzing)
-(soft dramatic music playing)
(cat purring)
(phone ringing in distance)
No. No chance.
I'm not doing
your bloody speeding fine.
I've got all of these
to go through first.
It's much better than that.
(Daniel) So, what am I looking at?
(Ayesha) I think I've got
two people stealing a boat.
Do you think
you could clean them up?
-Well, there's things I could do.
-That would be amazing.
But not today. I'll take it home.
Okay. Thanks.
(Daniel) If it's really urgent,
we could work on it over dinner?
What?
What are you watching?
Erm, it's that death
by misadventure, sir,
on the boat.
I think I've found something
a bit odd.
And is this something a bit odd
what you bothered
the dead man's family about?
Well, it's new information, sir.
Well, technically,
it's old information,
-but it's new to the investigation.
-There is no investigation.
There is no case.
Look, I know you care about this,
but this is how you get
a disciplinary.
Another one.
You're not a detective.
Am I making meself clear?
Yeah.
Go on.
I blame the Swedes.
-What?
-(Stone) Or the Danes.
You know, that woman
and her fucking jumper.
The detective from The Killing?
(Daniel) I really don't know
what you're talking about.
Shut up, Daniel.
(suspenseful music playing)
-(phone ringing in distance)
-(indistinct chatter)
(seagulls squawking)
Do have something to eat.
It's a shame to waste it.
(sighs)
We've got it all worked out.
We've already got all the pills
and potions.
(David) Marion doesn't need
a lot of help.
I mean, nothing like
what you did for Tom.
With respect, David,
why do you need any help?
You were a doctor.
(stammers)
David can't be there because
It's always the next of kin.
It just is.
But
But I need somebody with me
because I I have to make sure
I don't bodge it.
I need people there I can trust.
I don't trust myself
because, oh, I forget, I get vague.
(chuckles softly)
Well, you seem okay now, Marion.
I'm losing myself, Ken.
Bit by bit.
Today is a good day,
so far, and good days,
or good parts of days
well, I'm running out of them.
I get
this rage
panic when
when (sighs)
(sniffs)
I hit a woman.
Well, a girl, a young girl.
She was there
to look after me, but
I really scared her.
(sighs)
Look at David's eye.
I don't want people
to be afraid of me.
(exhale deeply)
I know there'll come a time
when I'll have no say.
So while I have these
fragments of myself
now
I'm saying what I want.
And this is what I want.
Look, it's, erm
it's legal in lots of countries.
Yeah, it it's (sighs)
It's 14 years in prison
is what it is.
-It's wrong is what it is.
-But it wasn't wrong for Tom.
In 100 years
people will look back at how
we let people suffer.
They won't believe it.
Do you believe we'll
see each other again?
Huh.
I do. I believe
we'll all see each other again.
I believe this is just temporary.
It's just a gate
that we all go through and
I'll be there
at the other side, waiting for you.
Me and Tom, Dennis.
Help me go through it.
I'm ready.
(sighs)
(seagulls squawking)
Maybe it's kindness, Ken.
Just simple kindness.
Well, maybe I'm not as kind as you.
We're not doing this again.
You've taken Paris.
You You then
just don't march off
to fucking Moscow
and open up a whole new front.
Did you just compare me
to Adolf Hitler?
(chuckles)
You know what I'm saying.
-You saw them. They're desperate.
-(soft music playing)
We're all desperate.
It doesn't end well for any of us.
And what are you going to do
about that?
Just going to curl up,
wait for the end?
The answer is no, Phil.
I'm sorry.
(indistinct chatter)
Thank you for meeting me.
How did you get my number?
Station database.
I know, a bit
of a data protection breach.
-Just a bit.
-(Ayesha) Sorry.
So, what does mentoring entail?
They, er, they encourage it.
Er, it's usually a serving officer,
but I thought of you.
-How are things down at the shop?
-Relentless.
All the paperwork, the small stuff.
If I felt like I was making
a difference, but most of the time,
we're just wading
through piles of crap.
And no one listens to you,
even when you're right.
How did you cope with it?
You just work harder
than anyone else,
and when you need to,
find a workaround.
Justice is a bigger idea than law.
So, if the rule says one thing
and what's right is very different,
what are you going to do?
Yeah,
like at Tom Richards' inquest?
That's all put to bed, isn't it?
Misadventure?
It's just there's something weird,
I can't work it out.
-What?
-A boat went out, same day,
same time as Tom's,
but didn't come back.
We found it
abandoned down the coast.
I don't follow.
The boat was looked
after by Tom Richards.
He kept the keys.
Probably just some kids
or something.
Out for a joyride.
Yeah. I don't know.
Something didn't feel right.
(slurps)
How old are you, if I can ask?
Um, 28, nearly.
No promotion yet?
No. Er I made a mistake.
What happened?
-How bad was it?
-It was bad.
It was quite bad. (scoffs)
(smacks lips) Keep your head down.
That creaking floorboard
in the night
sometimes it is just
a creaking floorboard.
(seagulls squawking)
(sighs)
(camera clicks)
(ominous music playing)
(Marion whimpers)
(breathes heavily)
(David) Marion!
(Ken) Marion!
-(David) Oh, no.
-(Ken) What?
No Oh. Marion!
How could
I should never have let her
out of my sight!
Marion!
(phone ringing)
-Hello?
-(Stone) Is that Mr Crouch?
-Yes.
-(Stone) This is Sergeant Stone
from Severn District Police.
She, uh
She had a little accident.
-Ah.
-We popped her in
-a pair of trackies.
-(David) Thank you.
I'm just so grateful
that someone saw her.
(phone ringing in distance)
(David) Oh, Marion.
Come on, love.
(Marion) No, don't! I understand
No, fuck off, David.
-(David) Marion, Marion
-(Marion) It's all hopeless!
-(David) Marion, stop it.
-No!
-Oh
-Piss off!
-Marion, come on
-(Marion wails)
-What you fucking looking at?
-She all right?
No, it's okay, it's all right.
-Marion, come on.
-(Marion) Oh, God!
-(David) Come here.
-No!
-(tense music playing)
-Thanks for coming.
-No, it's it's nothing.
-(David) Mind the stairs, come on.
Gently does it.
-(Marion sobs)
-Come on now, come on. That's it.
Yeah.
Okay.
Are you sure?
It's what she wants.
(window knocking)
-Phil!
-Shit.
-What brings you down here?
-Erm, little bit of an emergency.
-Oh, anything I can help with?
-All fine now, thank you.
I'm Ayesha by the way,
Phil's, er, mentee.
Mentee? Is that a word?
-Think so, yeah.
-Ayesha Kareem.
(car engine starts)
-Ken Holding.
-Oh. Good to meet you, Ken.
Well, love you and leave you.
-(engine revs)
-(Ayesha) Bye.
(seagulls squawking)
(Phil) Do you have a date in mind?
-Erm You mentioned alibis.
-Yes.
So we're thinking about that.
I've got a reunion
on the third in London.
Lots of old doctors going on about
how much better things were
in the old days.
So, what's the drill with Marion
when you're away for a night?
-Is there one?
-Well, Jackie,
our next-door neighbour,
looked in last time,
made sure she had dinner.
She then popped back
in the morning.
-Can you ask her again?
-Yeah.
(Phil) And the, erm
the method.
She's written it all down
for herself.
Even made a folder,
chosen the music.
Look, we're keen that it
should all be beautiful for her.
I mean, as much as it can be.
-And the medications are all
-They'll all be prepped.
She just needs a little help
with the order.
Marion's got an old bottle
of whisky from
the year of our marriage.
(soft dramatic music playing)
You will have a drink with her,
won't you?
I mean, you'll
you'll make it all nice for her,
-like you did for Tom?
-Of course.
Thank you.
-I'm off.
-(Nigel) Hey, look at these.
Chinos. Super quality,
but with a hidden expandable waist.
Lovely.
It's a late start,
so don't wait up.
Enjoy the film.
Close your eyes
and hold out your hands.
You can open them.
What?
You
-I can't believe this.
-Is it the right river?
-It's very near the right river.
-Oh, sod it.
Well, you can exchange them.
I checked.
No, no, no. It's perfect.
It really is.
Erika didn't even set homework
this week.
Well, it's not homework, is it?
It's our life.
(tense music playing)
Come in. Come in.
-I thought she'd never leave.
-(chuckles)
Oh, coats?
-Can we chat for a bit?
-For as long as you want.
Oh, David brought some nibbles.
Erm, for you, not for me.
I've had my
last supper.
(all chuckle)
The ham's Spanish.
David insists
on calling it "jamon".
Bless him. And there's some olives
and cheese and
It's all from the deli counter.
-Ken?
-Oh, thank you.
You will look after David for me,
won't you?
-Course we will.
-(Marion) He seems grumpy, but
he feels things very deeply.
He's like you, Phil.
-Still waters.
-(Ken chuckles)
(Marion) Tom used to tease him,
do you remember?
Just made David worse!
Did Did you know about Tom?
Does she know about Tom?
-Know what?
-Well, don't tell David.
Right. (inhales deeply)
I'm ready.
Shall we sit soft?
Can I just smell it?
(both laugh)
Ah, that's the good stuff!
(chuckles) The old stuff!
Cin cin.
(chuckles)
I hope you've teed up Leonard, Ken.
I certainly have.
MUSIC: "So Long, Marianne"
by Leonard Cohen.
# Come over to the window
My little darling
Thank you so much
both of you.
I can't tell you
how grateful I am to you.
# I used to think
Shall we dance?
# I was some kind of gypsy boy
(chuckles)
# Before I
(all) # Let you take me home
# Now, so long, Marion
(all chuckle)
# It's time that we began
To laugh and cry
# And cry and laugh
About it all again
Marion.
You don't have to.
We saw him, you know,
Leonard Cohen.
Bristol Hippodrome, 1974.
# Make me forget so very much
Oh, he was wonderful.
# I forget to pray for the angels
# And then the angels forget
To pray for us
Marion.
You understand
that there's no going back
after this?
# It's time that we began
To laugh and cry
# And cry and laugh
About it all again
I'm dead now. (chuckles)
# We were almost young #
Thank you.
You'll stay with me, won't you?
Till I go to sleep.
We'll be right here.
Thank you.
I think it's nearly here.
(sobs)
I'm sorry.
It's all right.
It's all right. Come
Come and lie down with me.
(phone buzzes)
(suspenseful music playing)
(sighs) Oh. Hi.
-(Daniel) How good am I?
-Oh, you're good.
(Daniel)
It scrubbed up pretty well,
but still no profiles.
You can't really see anything.
(Ayesha) Yeah,
but what can you see?
Watch them. Look at how they move.
Look at how they help each other
down into the boat.
(Daniel) Slowly.
Carefully.
(Ayesha) Yeah. I think
they might be old people.
(Phil) Not yet.
How long's it been?
It's late.
-You should go home.
-Absolutely not.
We said we'd stay.
(Phil sighs)
What did she mean about Tom?
Don't I know something?
-(sighs)
-Tom preferred men to women.
He didn't want anyone to know.
Did he have a partner?
One that I know of. Oliver.
A nice guy.
-Was he at the funeral?
-No, no. Died in '97.
Lung cancer.
Smoker.
Poor Tom.
The lives we don't live.
Did you ever think
of what it would've been like?
Being gay?
Us.
Course I did.
Think I thought about you
every day.
For years.
Then, eventually, with practice
it was every other day.
Then every other week.
Then every other month.
Then
less.
I think I thought about you
every day.
-I'm sorry about what happened.
-It's ancient history.
I loved you.
I know.
Parallel universe.
Eh, we're probably divorced anyway.
(chuckles)
(soft music playing)
She's gone.
(music fades out)