Truelove (2024) s01e06 Episode Script

1
Could it be done?
Could we not help each other
when the time comes,
make a more elegant exit?
We'll do it out of love.
(all) True love!
I've got a month or two left
(exhales) and that's it.
(David) We know
what you did for Tom.
(Marion) And we thank you for it.
I want it too.
-True love.
-(cries)
I've missed you.
(Ken) I think
I thought about you every day.
I think you should leave.
-You don't mean that.
-Yes, I bloody do!
(melancholic music playing)
I think I'm going
out of my mind a bit.
They took me to the station
for questioning.
(Phil) It's routine.
(David) That girl
sniffing about the place.
Are you getting a bit obsessed
with this?
You didn't see Marion.
There's no way she could have
planned all this, done it herself.
(Daniel) Well, what about
the husband?
(Ayesha) I think he's in on it.
-I missed it.
-Missed what?
The dementia.
-You did get a second opinion?
-Yes, of course.
-There's nothing here.
-But she was convinced she had it.
So would I be
if I was on that many meds.
The man was in shock.
David Crownshaw was not upset
enough about his wife's death.
You spoke to him, you saw it.
(Phil) Did you plan it?
Did you confuse her on purpose?
But I didn't kill her did I?
I was 100 miles away
while you and Ken were doing that.
-She didn't have it. Dementia.
-(Ken) No.
We saw her, we were with her.
She was in agony.
(Phil) He lied about
their wedding date, Ken.
He was tricking her.
I'm going to make it right.
-I'm going to call the police.
-You can't make this right!
Where did you say
you were going again?
What's this all about?
Come back to the station
with me, yeah?
-(grunts)
-(groans)
(music concludes)
(tense music playing)
(music concludes)
-(line ringing)
-Pick up.
Pick up!
(Ken over voicemail)
This is Ken Holding.
Leave a message.
Look, I really need
to be discharged.
Well, as I have told you
multiple times,
you need to wait till 8:00 a.m.
to see a doctor.
I can't discharge you.
Please go back to your bed.
-(indistinct chatter)
-(exhales)
(machine beeping)
Coffee?
Cheers. Uh-huh.
-Who are you looking after?
-Oh, I'm not at liberty to say.
I'm home team. DCC Phil Leach.
Forty years with Severn district.
(inhales) Retired now, obviously.
Hit and run.
-(Phil) The victim?
-Perpetrator.
Joyrider in Easton
doing 60 in a 30.
Mounted the kerb,
cleaned out a bus stop queue.
Yeah. Two killed instantly.
Sisters
-11 and nine.
-Jesus.
-And you're
-(Brown) Collecting overtime
keeping the little prick alive.
In case the family
take matters into their own hands.
If they do come down
that corridor, I
I've half a mind
to be on a comfort break.
Do you know what I mean?
Let natural justice
take its course.
What would you do?
I don't know.
I don't know anymore.
(breathes deeply)
(pensive music playing)
(breathes deeply)
-(car brakes squealing)
-(handbrake ratcheting)
-(music concludes)
-(drink pouring)
(Trevor breathes heavily)
It's good to see you, Ken.
What have you been doing
with yourself?
(clicks tongue) Not much.
Not since the last gig
eight, nine years ago.
-Where was that then?
-Baku. Security for a refinery.
-Living in a shipping container.
-(chuckles)
How about you?
They need you
till they don't need you,
then it's fuck off and good luck.
Army pension's piss-poor.
But what do I actually need?
There's only me.
-(slurps)
-Mm.
-Did you ever get back with Jane?
-(Ken) Susan.
No. Burned those bridges.
And your lad?
-Samuel.
-See him much?
No.
-Civilian life.
-(Ken chuckles)
-The hardest mission of all.
-Yeah.
-Well
-(cup thuds)
shall we take a shufty?
Take a look in Santa's grotto.
See if you've been a good boy.
(pensive music playing)
(indistinct chatter)
(machine beeping)
Hi, erm, have you seen
my mother, Philippa Leach?
Erm, I can't find her anywhere.
(mechanic) Well, I've still got
to spray it.
I can have it ready
for you by Monday.
It'll drive though? It goes?
-Well, yeah, it goes, but
-I'll take it as it is.
-What?
-How much do I owe you?
(car engine starts)
Ken?
-(yells) Ken?
-(Jean) In here.
-(music concludes)
-What are you doing here?
He was meant
to meet me here last night,
but he didn't show up.
-Where is he, Phil?
-I don't know, Jean.
He's doing something for you
or because of you. I know he is.
-It's 1968 all over again.
-It's nothing like that.
Ken up at Temple Meads Station
5:00 a.m. for the milk train.
A carnation in his buttonhole.
But there's nobody there
to meet him.
-That's ancient history, Jean.
-Is it?
He took himself
to the army recruitment office
on the same day,
still in his wedding suit.
Everything follows
from that day, Phil.
-Every day, every lonely year.
-(door opening, closing)
-(pensive music playing)
-(birds chirping)
Proper job (exhales)
black market, untraceable,
museum piece really.
Suppressor so you don't
wake the grandkids.
Yeah.
-.22 calibre, ten round magazine.
-Yeah, that's plenty.
(Trevor) How many rounds
do you need?
-Isn't just the one, is it?
-Nothing like that.
(chuckles) We should get
some of the old crew back together.
Last men standing.
Tell the old stories
one final time.
-(sighs)
-No, you're right.
Be fucking miserable.
Who wants to go on a PTSD picnic?
-Yeah.
-Anything else I can do for you?
Do we know anybody
who could find somebody?
-I need to track someone down.
-Piece of piss.
Give a teenager
a rest from wanking.
-(chuckles)
-But, Ken,
what are you planning here?
Some kind of spectacular?
I just need to make a point.
(exhales deeply)
-Yep.
-Good luck, mate.
(eerie music playing)
(exhales)
(indistinct chatter)
(eerie music ends)
-(Jill) Malaga?
-(music concludes)
We didn't check-in online today.
-That's what I'm doing now.
-Could you just
(keyboard clacking)
Is something wrong?
Is there a problem?
-(Jill) Okay. Yeah. See?
-What am I looking at?
Well, you've got two months
and 26 days left on this.
-You need three months for the EU.
-(sighs) This is a valid passport.
Three months' validity
for the EU/Schengen.
-Sorry, sir. Next, please.
-No.
I need to go to Spain today.
If it's an emergency,
then the Passport Office
will see you.
Well, the Passport
What, in London?
Newport. Just over the bridge.
-(exhales)
-Next.
Hello. Thank you very much.
(pensive music playing)
-(line ringing)
-Pick up, Ken.
Pick up the bloody phone.
(beeps)
(Ken over voicemail)
This is Ken Holding
Leave a message.
(breathes deeply)
Whatever it is you're thinking
of doing, don't do it.
We're gonna fix this.
Call me.
Please, Ken.
(gunshots)
-Oh, fuck!
-(gunshots)
(music concludes)
(Famya) Mm.
This.
-Ayesha? Dad's jumper.
-He hated that.
So, you think we should lose it?
I think you should set fire to it.
This isn't easy for me either.
I'm making a cup of tea.
I'm joking, Mum. Mum! I was joking.
Shit. (breathes deeply)
-(phone vibrating)
-(Ayesha exhales)
(pensive music playing)
-What?
-Where are you?
(Ayesha) Well, Stone told me
to take some leave,
so I'm at my mum's.
(Daniel) Stone's not come in.
-No one's seen him.
-What?
Just get your arse back here,
would you?
(exhales)
(music concludes)
(classical music playing)
(music concludes)
(knocking)
(Phil) David?
(suspenseful music playing)
(breathes heavily)
(breathes deeply)
(indistinct chatter)
(announcer over speakers)
Number 39. Thank you.
(music concludes)
I'm sorry for your delay,
Mr Crownshaw.
We're a bit short-staffed.
Oh, er, you've got
a little something
just just there.
Yeah.
(Glyn) Now,
your special circumstances,
-a sick relative, is that right?
-Yes.
My sister, we don't know
how long she'll last.
I'm very sorry to hear that.
Thank you.
-(Glyn) Tough stuff.
-Indeed.
-Really tough stuff.
-(exhales)
(keyboard clacking)
Hmm. (clears throat)
-(breathes deeply)
-(keyboard clacking)
Well, everything seems to be
in order.
Oh, wonderful.
It'll be ready for you
to collect here
at midday tomorrow.
Well, can't you do it now?
Er, that's the best
I can do for you.
-We we outsource the printing.
-But I've booked my flight!
-It's the fastest we can do.
-(breathes heavily) Oh, sh
I do hope she can hang on.
-Who?
-Your sister.
Thank you, yes.
If it's useful, there's a hotel
just across the road.
Honestly, I think
we keep them in business.
-Midday tomorrow?
-Midday tomorrow. Yeah.
(tense music playing)
(car door closes)
(screams) Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Oh, Jesus! (breathes heavily)
-(Ayesha) Hey, Daniel.
-It's just really weird.
-I I'm sure he's okay, but
-(Ayesha) Well, what happened?
He didn't show up for five-a-side.
Not like him at all.
-We had no goalie. Got stuffed.
-What?
Then he didn't come home.
His wife called it in this morning.
-Was he in a squad car?
-His own.
-Er, red Mazda.
-Yeah.
Signal tower caught him in Burnham.
Burnham?
His wife said if he's having
an affair, she'll kill him.
Yeah.
Bye then.
(pensive music playing)
(grunts)
-(music concludes)
-(Phil) I'm so sorry to bother you.
I'm afraid I've mislaid
my bank card again.
So silly. Senior moment.
I I'm sure it'll turn up.
I just wanted to check
it hasn't been stolen,
and nobody's using it now.
Got all the details here.
(teller) Let's have a look.
It's a joint account.
My husband's fed up with me,
says I'd lose my head
if it wasn't attached.
Oh, it's easily done.
(chuckles softly)
This is so kind of you.
Do you have your memorable word
by any chance?
Erm (smacks lips)
could you give me a tiny clue?
-Er, a maiden name, maybe?
-Richards.
-(keyboard clacking)
-I was Marion Richards.
Yeah, there we go.
So, last used
Oh, just now.
-(inhales)
-In Newport, the Gryphon Hotel.
-(exhales) Gosh, I'm stupid.
-What?
My husband's in Newport.
Of course he's got the card.
He'll be so cross with me
for making a fuss.
Can you wait here
one moment, please?
(indistinct chatter)
(suspenseful music playing)
(rain pattering)
-(doorbell ringing)
-(Ayesha) Mr Crownshaw?
(grunts, groans)
(breathes heavily) Oh, shit.
Mr Crownshaw, are you home?
Hello?
Mr Crownshaw?
Mr
(exhaling)
Oh, my God. Oh.
Oh!
(gasps) Sir!
(whimpers) Fuck! Fuck.
(sniffles) Er, come in, control.
Come in, control?
-Kareem to control.
-(controller over radio) Go ahead.
I I I I've found
Sergeant Stone.
(controller over radio)
Is he all right?
No. No, no, he's not.
He he's not all right.
(breathes heavily)
Can we send somebody quick?
-(line ringing)
-(music concludes)
(Kate) Hello.
Oh. Hi, Kate.
-Oh, Mum.
-(Phil) Is, erm
Is your father there, Kate?
(Kate) Erm, no, no.
He's he's out looking for you.
Where are you? Are you okay?
-No, actually.
-(melancholy music playing)
No, I'm not.
Okay, where are you?
Do you want me to come get you?
Look I wanted to say
that some things
may come out about me.
-Things I've done.
-What?
What are you talking about,
what things?
And I want you to know that I tried
to do what was right
for the right reasons. (sniffles)
(Kate) Mum, you are
you are scaring me.
What's what's going on?
I wasn't a good
mother to you, Kate.
-I'm so sorry.
-Mum, come on.
Granny's on the phone.
-Phil? Where are you?
-(sobs)
(Nigel) Phil?
I'm sorry, Nigel, I'm
I'm so sorry.
For everything.
(call beeping)
(music concludes)
(indistinct chatter)
-Ma'am.
-(suspenseful music playing)
-You need to find David Crownshaw.
-Yes. We are taking care of that.
Oh, really?
Go back to the station, PC Kareem.
You've had a shock,
and you need to make a statement.
I'll get somebody here
to drive you.
(police officer over radio)
Receiving reports, suspect found.
-I repeat, suspect found.
-We'll handle this.
(police siren wailing)
-(music concludes)
-(breathes deeply)
(suspenseful music playing)
(handbrake ratcheting)
(engine turns off)
(woman over TV) spacious,
I love the windows, the doors,
I love the light
that comes in here.
-It's so cool in here as well
-(knocking)
(man over TV)
Yes, that is because
of the special design
of this place
(knocking)
-Who is it?
-(Phil) David, it's Phil.
-(breathes heavily)
-(car door slamming)
(indistinct chatter)
(pensive music playing)
How did you find me?
Did I mention
I was in the police force
-for 40 years?
-Oh, no, no, no.
You've never mentioned it.
You were always terribly modest
about the whole thing.
We've got to talk, David.
Put that down.
-Where's Ken?
-I don't know.
But he's looking for you.
So, before he finds you
I want us to turn ourselves in.
Confess to assisted suicide.
No more than that.
What about Ken?
-He stays out of it.
-(David) Why?
I got him into this. It was all me.
(breathes deeply)
But you and I
we can still make this right.
(breathes heavily)
(phone chiming)
(breathes heavily)
(grunts)
(music concludes)
What are you doing, Ken?
Is this what you want to do
with the time you have left?
I mean,
I was never one for scripture.
Everything I wanted to do
was forbidden, as I remember.
But wasn't there something in there
about turning the other cheek?
I remember there being something
about an eye for an eye
-and a tooth for a tooth.
-Where's that gonna get you, Ken?
You end up with no eyes
and no teeth.
That's how we end up anyway.
Leave me alone.
(suspenseful music playing)
I won't turn myself in, Phil
I can't.
Come with me to Spain.
Well, why not?
I think we are very similar,
you and I.
-Do you?
-(David) Yes, I do, actually.
We both married people
who made our lives smaller.
-You know
-(sighs)
I was more than a little in love
with you at school.
Well, it's true,
we all were. (laughs)
I even thought,
in my vanity, that I had a chance.
-That was a long time ago.
-Well
you were very beautiful,
you still are.
-Thank you.
-(cries)
What have I done? What have I done?
I didn't mean it, I swear.
He caught me by surprise.
What are you talking about?
It was an accident,
I promise you.
A horrible accident.
What are you talking about, David?
-What have you done?
-The policeman, Stone!
He came to the house.
He said he knew about the pact,
about True Love.
So, I hit him.
(cries) I bloody killed him.
I've killed a police officer.
(breathes heavily) What can we do?
What can we do now?
(knocking)
-(Ken) David? Open the door.
-You bitch.
-(banging on door)
-(Ken) Open the door.
-You treacherous little liar.
-I had no idea.
-An ambush, is that what this is?
-Ken leave us, please.
(knocking)
-(Phil) Don't do anything stupid.
-Go home, Phil.
-You little piece of shit.
-Stop, Ken.
-Stop.
-Move, Phil!
What are you gonna do to me, huh?
-(Phil gasps)
-(gasps)
Phil, move. Please.
-I swear to God. Move.
-Ken, put that down.
-Don't do something you'll regret.
-I already have.
(Phil breathes heavily)
You coward. You fucking coward.
Why would you do this to Marion?
-She was the best of us.
-Oh, yes, the best of us.
The kindest.
And yet, she bored us
all senseless, didn't she?
She did, I know she did.
Rabbiting on.
Never having a bad word
to say about anyone.
Never rocking the boat.
Always wanting everyone
to be so bloody nice.
Well, I'll tell you something.
Nice is a fucking prison
when you're married to it
for 50 years, isn't it, Phil?
What's a treat?
An M&S dine-in meal
with half a bottle of fizzy wine.
What's an adventure?
A musical in London at Christmas.
No variation, no excitement,
no yearning
for anything (inhales)
different, anything new.
And that was my whole life.
Because I am,
with all my faults bloody loyal.
Which is more than I can say
for you two.
-Enough.
-(gun cocks)
(Phil) Ken, give me the gun.
Give me the gun.
(Ken) Go. You coward.
David's agreed to turn himself in,
haven't you?
I have. Yes, I have.
I promise. I swear, Ken.
It's not worth it, Ken.
Think about Samuel.
Think about your granddaughter.
Look at me.
Ken. Ken. Come on. Come on.
Do it for me.
Do it for us.
That's good.
Okay. Okay.
(exhales deeply)
-Thank God. Thank you.
-(breathes heavily)
-All this fuss.
-What?
(David) Over Marion.
(gunshot)
(exhales)
(suspenseful music playing)
(breathes heavily)
(police sirens wailing)
(Ken) What are we doing? Phil?
Find a quiet spot. Pull over.
I need to call home,
put things in order.
(music concludes)
-(waves crashing)
-(seagulls squawking)
(phone vibrating)
Hello?
Hello. It's Phil Leach.
Yes, I'm alone.
(indistinct chatter)
(Phil) I did come back.
Not to the train station
that night.
-Phil, that's ancient history.
-(Phil) It's not.
Not marrying you
was the biggest mistake of my life.
I did come back for you though.
Afterwards, when you didn't
come home,
those weeks and months
tried to find you.
Looked up your regiment,
and one afternoon
I drove up onto Salisbury Plain.
-When was this?
-Maybe a year later.
Borrowed a panda car.
I got to the guard house,
they showed me a map of the camp,
and they, erm
they directed me
to the married quarters.
I sat outside your house for
I don't know how long.
Then you were there,
in the kitchen window,
doing the washing up.
There must have been music playing,
you were singing along.
I couldn't hear what the song was.
Then she came in
-Susan
-(breathes deeply)
and the two of you
danced in the kitchen.
You in your rubber gloves.
You looked happy.
What did you do?
Drove back, went to work.
I thought you didn't want me.
It's only ever been you.
(breathes deeply)
(exhales)
(soft music playing)
I think we need a cup of tea.
Fortify ourselves.
See if you can find
something stronger.
(chuckles softly) Will do.
(chuckles softly)
Constable.
Ma'am.
(breathes deeply)
Phil. Phil!
MUSIC: "True Love" by Patsy Cline.
# While I give to you
# And you give to me
# True love, true love
# So on and on
# It will always be
# True love
# True love
# For you and I
# Have a guardian angel on high
# With nothing to do
# But to give to you
# And to give to me #