Between Two Worlds (2020) s01e04 Episode Script

1
(tense music)
-(David) This might be way out
of line. Will you marry me?
- Yes.
- What
Yes, David, I would love
to go to dinner with you.
It's a start.
-(TV interviewer)
Sophia, why have you chosen
to speak about
Danny's drug dealing now?
-(Sophia) I'd like fans of his game
to learn from his mistakes.
Don't ask me to forgive you.
The only person who came out of that
interview looking good was you.
-(Georgia) Your father
tyrannised your soul.
Daddy dearest, my body.
And I'm the first person
you've told?
The second.
-(Welles) You can't say things
like that about your father.
(Georgia)
I got no joy from that.
Is that it? The full story?
You know how much I love you.
- Oh, I know.
- (gunshot)
Every revolting detail.
- What have you done?
- Touch of revenge.
You should try it sometime,
feels fabulous.
It does.
I need your help with Mummy.
Glad to see
you're still kicking.
- I'd rather walk.
- I insist you don't.
Thank you.
- (Cate) How is he?
- Disturbingly amenable.
Julian said he might change.
False hope?
Possibly not.
It's good to have you back.
Just like Boogaloo.
(both laugh)
Ahh! Electric Boogaloo!
We saw a dog like Boogaloo,
didn't we?
Oh, I bet that got you going!
We both had a dance.
(Thomas chuckles)
You stay right here.
I'll toss the DVD in
with his things.
He'll want to watch it again
now he's been reminded.
Lucky those things
never wear out.
Are you sure you're up
to having him back so soon?
- When haven't I been?
- Mm.
I thought you were finished
with the Walfords?
Cate almost begged.
I like her. It's top dollar.
I'll be paying one day,
when you can't help with him.
(chuckles) There's life
in the old girl yet!
Mm.
It'll be 24/7 again for a while.
Yeah, I'll cope. And he'll try.
He always misses you.
We'll video call.
He understands.
- He can't hug a screen.
- Mum.
He loves your cuddles.
Snatch an hour or two,
if you can.
Phillip's not someone
you skive off from.
We both miss cuddles.
(Phillip) This cellular memory
guff, what do you make of it?
(Sandra) I wouldn't have
taken you for
an "I'm adopting aspects
of my donor" type.
If this heart is changing me,
I wanna know
where it came from.
There are strict rules
regarding that.
Screw the rules.
If someone is changing me
from within, I wanna know who.
You can't be serious.
Deadly.
You look like
you could use one of these.
Thanks.
What's he done?
I'm handballing it on.
Julian Lee's
got a fight on his hands.
-(Sophia)
I'll get dinner started.
- Oh.
- I've got it.
- You sure?
- I'll call when it's ready.
Thank you.
For?
Not making me feel guilty
about dinner with David.
It's nice to see you smiling.
Mum.
Danny would want you to go.
(tense music builds)
Did you call anyone else?
Haven't got
Cliff and Deb's number.
- Sophia?
- Hers either.
(Marc) They say they got her
just in time.
She panicked and she rang me.
She threw up and was
choking on it when they arrived.
- She did it dressed like that?
- On Danny's bed.
- Where's Mrs. Grey?
- At my shack.
What if Sophia had found her?
Was that the idea?
She's not thinking straight.
To punish her for the interview.
She's always been self-centred.
- Hey!
- You know she has.
She's a mess!
There's messed up
and there's vicious, Marc.
I'll get Cliff and Deb's number.
You call.
My attitude might show.
Sophia doesn't need this.
I'll tell her in the morning.
(Marc) They were asking
who else lives here.
-I'll talk to them.
Stupid girl.
I know you think
I'm being tough,
but it's not on,
not on any level.
I'm glad she's OK.
(indistinct radio chatter)
He's not interested
in hearing no.
- You explained the protocols?
- Of course.
So I'm the big guns?
- Before you do
- After.
- I really do think you should
- This first.
- Man on a mission.
- Insufficiently briefed.
So, who summoned you?
- The wife or the nurse?
- Sandra.
She's got a big mouth.
Cate hasn't told you, then?
She tried to talk
when I arrived.
I bet she did.
How comfortable is her bed?
Wait, wait - Sandra first.
I think we should talk
about Cate.
My room, my agenda. Sandra.
It seems ridiculous
discussing that
when you know about Cate and me.
The easy stuff first.
Just give me a name.
Look, you're not understanding
the ethics of the process.
No. Now, Cate and I
The topic changes when I say so.
What part of Sandra's
explanation didn't you grasp?
The donor's family and I
can correspond anonymously
through a central agent.
Eventually we can meet,
if it's mutually agreed to,
at which point
they will know who I am.
I don't want them to, I just
want to know whose heart I have.
Why?
To see what
I might have inherited with it.
You are actually buying
cellular memory?
I would have called it
mumbo-jumbo too, once.
People change
after a transplant, Phillip.
And some of those changes
can be correlated
with aspects of the donor.
But to say those changes
come from the donor,
they are inherited
with the organ,
that's Twilight Zone,
it's not Lancet.
I go on facts.
Fact - I'm not my old self.
Fact - I keep making
this two-fingered salute
like some bloody
Tourette's twitch.
Fact - I'm watching Aussie rules
and enjoying it,
for Christ's sake,
and I keep dreaming about some
woman I've never seen before!
Well, I'll add that to
the mountain of scientific data.
And spare me Dr. Google.
Just get me my donor's names so
I can see if any of it matches.
I don't care what it costs!
- I can't.
- Everything has a price.
Not this.
There's process for a reason.
End of discussion.
You want to talk Cate? OK.
How does Cate for a name sound?
- I hope you're joking.
- I'm opening negotiations.
You are something.
Write the letter.
It'll be passed on to
the donor's family anonymously.
They can reply or not,
anonymously.
- There's no negotiating.
- Don't you walk away from me.
If I want Cate, I'll have her.
I don't have to breach
medical ethics to do it.
What do you call
screwing your patient's wife?
You're not my patient.
As of now,
so there's no problem.
I'll arrange a replacement.
And if there is any truth
to cellular memory,
I hope your heart comes with
a good serving of soul.
Because, boy, could you use it.
- I'll ruin you.
- Have at it.
(tense music reverberates)
(Julian) Check on him.
(whispers) No - security.
He's aware I wiped
your other visits.
He just offered me a trade.
You for the name of his donor.
No.
So I doubt he'll be
too shattered when you leave.
I'm stepping away
as his cardiologist.
How did he take that?
I'm on official notice
to expect ruin.
Pack your bags,
forget your scruples.
- Leave now.
- No, no.
The easiest way to hurt you
is an accusation of misconduct.
Here, I can deny that
as paranoia.
Gone, I'm an admission of guilt.
Let's keep our distance for now.
I'll call, we'll talk.
- I'm required?
- That's putting it mildly.
Let him stew.
(club music in background)
Yep. Yeah.
OK.
Gotta go. Trouble in paradise.
Oh. I might stay.
It's too good to skull.
I'll call.
- I've been off the grid.
- Obviously.
I was going to call you
tomorrow.
So this is just coincidence?
It's a small town
for a big town.
Your message -
"death and destruction".
For whom?
A fetid, stinking,
smarmy servant of God.
('Midnight Slow'
by DOPE LEMON plays)
Woman your love is right ♪
I love this song.
Chocho loco.
"Crazy pussy".
I've heard that before.
Your thoughts?
You got what you wanted
with your father.
Justice.
The buzz of that's faded.
I'd like more.
Payback for incest
has its own twisted logic,
but why the bishop?
I was 16,
I told him what was happening.
He called Daddy
to come and get me.
I was the problem, it seems -
my overactive imagination.
Well, you do have one.
I never reimagine what's done.
I imagine the future.
What I want done.
And right now,
I'm imagining Welles dead.
Extreme.
What happened when Daddy
got me home was too.
And that old hypocrite enabled
it and all that came after.
While he went on about church
and family.
It's his turn to suffer.
A perfect murder's feasible,
with planning.
Two could raise a flag on both.
Just one more.
Fool-proof, like the other.
You have access to a gun, right?
Of course.
I've got a guy
who's stalking me.
You were so adorably blas??
When you twigged.
(Mikael) A stalker?
(dramatic music builds)
I'm shattered, of course.
Give me ten sets of grief.
Supplying the gun makes you
an accessory after the fact.
If I had done it.
You keep on surprising.
I do have something
you could help me with.
I need something retrieved.
Name your price.
Leave it with me.
I'd offer you a bonus,
but I'm a one-man girl now.
I hope he knows better
than to cross you.
Oh, he loves me too much
for that.
He should read up on
the praying mantis.
As much as you might want
to sit there and brood,
the health benefits are dubious.
How long before I'm out?
Ten, twenty minutes.
- Send her up, then. Now.
- She refused.
Change her bloody mind, then!
Sorry.
Apology appreciated.
Get her.
(tense atmospheric music)
(groans)
(atmospheric music builds)
Have you seen him yet?
I was just heading up now.
Any way I can help?
I'm just pleased you're here.
I've given him
a couple of sleepers.
He'll be inclined
to be amenable.
Yeah, I'm not sure
that's in his dictionary.
Give me your phone.
Just press send if you need me.
What can he do?
Just in case.
(boy) It's not my fault!
Don't you walk away
when I'm talking to you.
I pay a fortune
for your education.
- I try.
- That'd make you a slowy.
No son of mine's a slowy,
you hear?!
- You're the slowy!
- Don't you ever say that!
You hear me? Never!
-(Cate) "To sleep,
perchance to dream."
Some smart-arsed quote
is meant to give you
the advantage, is it?
Yours or your alter ego's?
The dream.
Ah. Very much mine.
No cellular memory?
Come on, Phillip.
You're the ultimate pragmatist.
The fact I'd even consider the
nonsense proves I've changed.
You were whimpering.
I doubt it.
Seeing you vulnerable
reminded me of our early days.
Now, you put the kibosh
on those.
Dream women, salutes,
Aussie rules.
But if you're so desperate
to find your donor,
you do it through
the proper channels.
Don't try and trade me away.
I need to say this, before I'm
asleep and before I regret it.
The cage is open.
Stay, go - make your choice,
consequence free.
And you're right.
As much as I'd love
to topple the prick,
he's God in his own world.
I'd come out looking like
an ungrateful, paranoid bastard,
so
my zipper gets you both
off the hook.
- Is this another game?
- No.
I went him.
And then I thought,
"What's the point?"
I'm tired of our battleground.
Maybe it is just the operation.
But I do feel different.
It feels more than
It does, it feels.
I'd have never let you go
before.
Never.
So
thank whose ever heart it is.
(Cate whimpers)
(emotive strings)
- What'd he do?
- Nothing.
I must have pressed it
by mistake.
He was startlingly reasonable.
- Meaning?
- I'm not sure.
(Bella yells) Mum!
I have to face them sometime.
Maybe a call.
Oh, I want them to see
I'm not angry about it.
And what if they're angry
at you?
Then I'll take it on the chin.
I only just heard
or I would have come sooner.
It's because of that interview.
Cliff, it's enough of a mess
without blame.
I'm not happy with her for going
to your place - that was cruel.
But so is what you did
with that interview.
She's been admitted
for observation.
Suicide watch, they call it.
And counselling.
I am so sor
- Sorry.
- She wants to see you.
They didn't see why,
but she does.
(quiet chatter)
Martina was pleased
to hear you've come.
Try not to upset her.
Here's your visitor, Martina.
Call if she becomes agitated.
We don't expect that though,
do we?
Sit.
She keeps talking about "we".
We do this, we feel that.
I just wanna say, "I'm going
through hell, we aren't."
I think that'd earn me
a nice little black mark
in the crazy book.
- Don't.
- It's how it is.
If anything I did led to this,
I am sorry.
I want you to be sorry.
I wanted you to find my body.
Do you know why you didn't?
Tell me.
Danny came to me.
And I guess I imagined it.
But it was as if
he was really there.
I died so a whole load of people
could live.
This is wrong.
(Martina) He was right.
To kill myself
would have made a mockery
of every bit of good
that came from his death,
all those people
who got his organs.
So I didn't get to hurt you
like I wanted to.
And I really
really wanted to.
So what I want now
is to never see you again.
I wanted to tell you
to your face.
- You can go now.
- Sweetheart
You lost the right
to call me that.
Danny told me
not to kill myself,
he never said I had to forgive
you for trashing him in public.
That's all.
That's all.
(soft, dark music)
(intense, dramatic piano)
(stops playing abruptly)
(piano lid slams)
(Phillip) I'll eat down there.
- Let me lose this.
- I don't need help.
You'll be lightheaded.
Use the handrail.
I'll see you there.
Sit, you're making me nervous.
It's good to see
your appetite again.
I'll need my strength.
I'm getting back into the swing.
Too much too soon
and there won't be any swing.
Word gets out I'm soft,
the jackals will gather.
They know you're sick.
They need to see recovery,
strength.
Has Cate told you she's leaving?
She said you offered the option.
I see that as strength.
Plenty won't.
Back on deck.
- I'm relying on you.
- To?
- Get me back into the office.
- When?
- Now.
- That's just foolish!
I can do it with your help.
Oh, and one other thing.
Nothing that involves exertion.
Do everything you can
to get me that name.
- I can't.
- There must be a way.
Find it and I'll be grateful.
Very.
Throw on something presentable.
I don't want you
looking like a nurse.
(tense atmospheric music)
Mr. Walford! It's good
to see you up and about.
You've been missed, sir.
- Dad?
- Later.
- Welcome back, sir.
- The slack-off's over.
(exhales)
(panting)
Told you I could.
I thought we were keeping
our distance.
He's offered to let me go.
No strings. He says
he's sick of the whole thing.
It felt genuine.
- When was this?
- Last night.
He was more likely tired,
or it's a ploy
to get the name out of me.
What if it's not?
Transplant patients' emotions
vary wildly.
Today's "fly free" is tomorrow's
"you're not going anywhere".
No, it felt real.
What?
Just for a moment,
he was like old Phillip.
He used to be kind.
Hard to imagine.
No, he was.
We were happy.
You said.
How did it make you feel,
his seeming his old self?
It gave me hope
for whatever any change
might mean.
Do you think it's possible?
Look, anything's possible.
But a personality transplant?
(scoffs) It's unlikely.
Keep your guard up.
It was nice not to have to
for a moment.
I thought you should know that.
(gentle melancholic music)
- I've been thinking.
- Refreshing.
(sighs) I'm trying to have
a serious conversation.
I've made some decisions.
We'll sell the house.
Hopefully enough time has passed
for the sale
not to be affected
by what happened.
And it will free up
some capital,
so I'm not as dependent on you.
I don't mind.
You have your future
and I have mine.
Yours being?
Well, moving on.
Discarding this obsession
with Phillip Walford.
- That's a turnaround.
- So I don't hamper your hopes.
You see those as being what?
Bart Walford. Marriage.
Ahh.
What is that supposed to mean?
It's a good idea.
Sell the house.
Let's move on.
And I'm happy to do
your dirty work for you.
Transparent is what you are,
but I'll get what I want
and you'll get what you want,
so what could we possibly
want more?
And what do I want?
You want to pull
Phillip Walford's world down
from inside while Bart and I
suck the marrow from the bones
of the empire.
And I have no problem with that.
Message for Bart?
(atmospheric music)
- It's more comfortable inside.
- It's more private out here.
No more games.
No more kink.
No more perverse.
Hopefully still exciting.
Marry me.
Telling you what my father
did to me
and seeing you still want me
made me realise I want you,
and I'm not too proud to risk
the worst rejection of my life
by saying it.
We've done everything else
the unorthodox way,
- why not the prop
- Yes.
Yes, it's all been arse-about?
Or yes yes?
Yes.
I love you.
Our secret.
Till they're ready.
Our wonderful secret.
I love you too.
(soft piano)
(knock at door)
Hi!
I just came
to check on your mum.
Oh, um, she's not here.
She's she's out.
Well, uh, no worries.
Won't stop.
Um, come in.
It's OK.
I'm working on a new piece,
but it can wait.
You just want an excuse to stop.
(giggles) Mm.
Is she OK about Marti? Your mum?
Yeah, mostly.
Tell her I'll drop back
tomorrow.
- Please, um
- Keep at it.
You're not annoyed about me
bailing you up at the oval?
No.
Just got a bit on.
Tell her if I don't make it,
I'll drop back Monday for sure.
Yeah, yeah. I will.
(soft, emotive music)
- Thank you.
- OK.
I'll be back soon
to take your order.
There's no rush.
This is beautiful.
- I didn't quite expect
- Stick with me, kid.
It's like I tell the lads
at training.
It's all in the follow-through.
(laughs) Yes, coach!
Hmm. So many choices.
Made mine.
The sum of you.
(Danny) So what is this?
An exorcism?
I'm helping her move on.
- And what about you?
- Huh!
Why do you care?
- No-one else does.
- They do.
Poor Danny, poor Martina,
poor Sophia.
Bella?
I just am. I'm just
I'm just there.
Mum, 40+, out on a date, and me
sitting at home with my piano.
What are you gonna do about it?
Martina beat me
to the punch there.
I've thought about it
a few times.
No.
I couldn't do it to Mum.
I have to find out a way
to stop being invisible.
Because that's what I am.
Cellophane.
Mm. The fish is wonderful.
Mm. This isn't bad either.
- Last time I
- I
- You go.
- (both laugh)
- No, you!
- OK.
Here's where I stand.
You were a great wife to Paul.
I know there were ups and downs.
I admired
the way you handled it.
And when Sheree died,
I don't know what
I would have done without you.
And watching you now
(chuckles softly)
we're not kids.
We're past being moonstruck.
How I feel's come over time.
Maybe not the romantic way
to get there, but I am there.
That's it.
Well, I always thought
you had great legs.
(David laughs)
You always could put things
into perspective.
Well, then - to perspective.
- It helps.
- Mm-hm.
(both laugh softly)
I had a lovely time. Thank you.
It was my pleasure.
Oh. Mm.
How about a picnic
with the girls soon?
You're on.
(Sophia laughs awkwardly)
Your legs aren't too bad either.
(David chuckles)
How'd it go?
- Good.
- Good.
It's time.
(quiet, sombre strings)
Isn't it?
(Sophia sighs)
- It's so empty.
- You're not angry?
You felt the need to do it?
I suddenly felt we both did.
I'm sorry if I'm wrong.
If you needed to do it,
you're not.
(soft, gentle music)
I need some time.
(sighs)
- I thought you said 24/7?
- He's a resilient bugger.
He's been doing an hour or so a day
at the office for the last week.
Can't be long.
Well, it's just good to see you.
- Isn't it?
- Hm.
Has he been giving you
a hard time?
What? No.
Oddly, the opposite.
There's times
when he's disturbingly mellow.
But there is a problem.
There's a way I could ensure
Thomas's future.
And that's a bad thing?
The end's not.
The means?
Probably the worst thing
I've done in my life.
(tense atmospheric music)
(car engine starts)
So, when is he telling his
mongrel father you're engaged?
When it's right.
Now, do you wanna hear something
delicious?
When have I not?
Phillip has this weird notion
that he's being changed
by his new heart.
Ridiculously delicious.
- Just between us.
- I'm done causing mischief!
So, the mighty Phillip Walford
going soft.
Hmm, might explain
why Julian Lee's still standing.
(exhales) There's someone
I need to talk to.
You're an engaged woman,
remember.
- Strictly business.
- He's gorgeous.
- Out of bounds.
- Huh!
What took you so long?
You need at least a week
to establish patterns.
I can give you options
for murder.
Perfect murder, not so much.
- I've an idea, though.
- Yes?
How about
a perfect living death?
Could be even more fun.
- What are you
- Watch his pain.
Watch his God turn against him.
Watch him lose everything.
And know it was all
you're doing.
(sinister music)
At least use the chair
when you're tired.
- I'm not tired.
- You need to rest.
You have overdone it.
I've got enough left in me
for the stairs.
Get my bed sorted.
(sarcastically)
Yes, of course, master.
There's a letter for you.
I put it in your room.
Right. Thanks.
Don't keep him too long.
Not up to me.
Every day I come home
and every day, here you are.
I'm planning a charity lunch.
- For?
- The heart unit.
What a dutiful little mistress.
Wife. It's on your behalf.
I open the cage
and ten days later,
you're still on the perch?
I'm staying there.
You don't trust me.
I'm fascinated
by whatever transformation
you're convinced you're having.
Maybe you just got
so used to war,
the prospect of peace with him
seems dull.
Maybe I don't trust you.
And the one time you can
Ruddy hell.
Outwearing its welcome?
You sure you're up to this?
I'd better be.
We'd better be.
Last chance.
- Are you sure?
- Let's pray he buys it.
(Phillip) I can't blame her
for being wary.
Oh, have your shower,
before you run out of puff.
The games we've played.
Game on.
(laughter)
- Oh, wow.
- Throw another one!
Throw another one!
Hello, this is Bella Grey.
I'm a former client.
I'd like to book an appointment,
please.
Yeah. Breast augmentation
and fillers,
maybe a rhinoplasty possibly,
possibly more.
- You ready for your nap?
- Yes, officially knackered.
- Hurrah, he admits it!
- (Phillip sighs)
Before you settle
that letter I got
was from my transplant contact.
He didn't want anything
as incriminating as an email.
I promised him
you'd be grateful.
What's this?
I destroyed the original.
He's paranoid,
he could lose his job.
(atmospheric music builds)
Name and pertinent details.
Your donor.
(Phillip) Danny Grey.
What now?