Between Two Worlds (2020) s01e07 Episode Script

1
(Phillip) I announce the Danny
Grey Transplant Foundation.
(applause)
And ask you all
to give generously.
We'll organise
a number of interviews
and then we'll discuss
the foundation.
-Bella won't
be available, though,
not for two or three weeks.
-What's this nonsense
about plastic surgery?
You're part
of launching the foundation.
You can't do it black and blue.
I thought you'd like to know.
The surgery?
She pulled out.
Tell Bella "good call".
Let's not get too
mixed up with him.
-I don't
understand your problem.
-He's too keen somehow.
Like he wants in to our lives.
How about a perfect
living death?
Watch him lose everything.
The photos to blow
his world apart.
(Mikael)
Welles is a man of habit.
Keys go in the pocket always.
It'll save me the
work of breaking in
without leaving tracks.
You have nothing to fear from me.
I wish you well.
And I hope that you can bring
out the best in young Bart.
I'll try my best for you
too, with the donations.
He has no idea.
It went perfectly.
- Have you called Bart?
- He's on his way.
And you called me
straight after?
This could bring the whole
thing down on us.
It's in your phone record.
Now, make another call
straightaway from the Ms.
Is your mother
under M for Mum?
(Georgia) Yes.
Call her and act
like you have to talk,
then ring off like
you've changed your mind.
- Ms Konig seemed upset.
- Not in the least.
She was most satisfied, in fact.
(Georgia cries)
- I don't know what to do.
- What happened?
He's blackmailing me.
(Georgia) Daddy kept an envelope
full of photos
of what he made me do
and it went missing,
until today.
I feel trapped.
I didn't know what to do.
How did you get them?
Your father saw
his fall as divine retribution.
He wanted absolution,
so he surrendered them to me.
And you kept them?
You're marrying into
the Walford family.
Our charities are down millions
since Phillip stemmed the flow.
You have influence with Bart.
Use it to see funding resumed.
- No.
- I think yes.
He gave me two choices.
I get Phillip donating again
or I make
a one-off donation myself.
From my trust fund. Don't.
He said the photos will end up
on news desks if I tell anyone.
I can't do nothing!
Whatever needs to be done,
I'll do it myself.
I will not be a victim again.
- I could
- What?
It'd mean telling
the whole truth.
What Daddy did.
The fact that there are photos.
And it wouldn't stop
with the police.
If you're willing
to risk it
As long as you stand by me.
Of course I will.
(sighs)
Truth it is, then.
(Georgia) I've thought
about what we discussed.
- About
- The money.
- I don't see we have a choice.
- In
You have suffered
because of Phillip.
In the park
near the rectory, Monday.
We can finally settle it.
You're getting somewhat
Are you free Monday?
Early afternoon, yes.
On the bench
next to the tennis courts.
Say 2:00? It's the best way.
I'll see you then.
(Bart) He wasn't
giving much away.
He was choosing his words.
He was probably worried
about exactly this.
How do you report blackmail?
Oh, when the nurse is away,
the mice will stray.
I was interested
in Bart's Korean deal.
Which I shouldn't
have mentioned.
Sly tipple too, I see.
Weekly allowance. 14 units.
Chin chin.
Sit.
Why not?
There are things about this
I don't like.
Please don't jump the gun.
Let him outline it fully before
you criticise. Preferably don't.
He should've said something.
You can't give him his head
and then blame him
for showing independence.
So, you tracked me down. Why?
Sandra asked me to keep an eye
on you. You disappeared.
I have my alert monitor.
But thank you.
After last night,
you are overdoing it.
Who's that
David Stark. Danny Grey's coach.
Played with his father
back in the day.
Is he close to Sophia?
- No idea. Invite him next Sunday.
- Why?
Possible PR angle.
Let's order. Lunch?
If you can bother giving a toss,
I can shout you a feed.
Delicately put.
Who said I was couth?
(Georgia) In the park
near the rectory, Monday.
We can finally settle it.
(Welles)
You're getting somewhat
- (Georgia) Are you free Monday?
- (Welles) Early afternoon, yes.
(Georgia) On the bench next to
the tennis courts. Say 2:00?
It's the best way.
I'll see you then.
It's blackmail.
What can we do?
You got any other proof?
Isn't that enough?
These replies aren't
remotely damning.
He was being cagey.
Are there any
independent witnesses
to your earlier conversation,
the one that led to that call?
His housekeeper saw me leave.
I was upset.
Could she have heard anything?
Unlikely.
So she's a supportive detail.
Why would Georgia lie?
You're saying a very eminent
member of the clergy
is using photos
of a sexual nature
taken of you by your father
to blackmail you.
Something that explosive needs
strong corroboration
before we act.
Why would she make it up?
Why would she risk a scandal
like this getting out?
You knew about this
before the alleged blackmail?
- What her father did to her?
- Yes.
Bart was the first one
I could trust with it,
especially after
what Welles did when I told him.
You say you were 16 at the time?
Yes.
Your feelings about all of this?
And about Welles
allegedly delivering Georgia
back into her father's
hands at that time?
I wanted to smash him.
What, you're saying this is
some sort of elaborate payback?
It's possible.
We risk the world knowing
Georgia was incestuously
molested to get Welles?
Forget the world knowing,
we've got a big enough problem
with my father as it is.
Why?
Georgia's the daughter
of an old business rival
who blew his brains out.
Dad bankrupted him because
of an affair with my mother.
Is that enough?
Gareth Konig was having
an affair with your mother?
He was using her to get
information on Dad.
Happy families.
You're a judgmental prick.
Come on.
Miss Konig
Do you know what it's like
to be raped by your father
from the age of 13?
To be betrayed by the church
when you run to it for help?
And then to be treated
as the possible criminal
when you go to
the police for help?
What else do I have to do?
Describe what my father
did to me in detail,
so you can share it with
the boys in the locker room?
Miss Konig.
I apologise.
And you wonder why women
don't come forward.
You'd be prepared to wear
a wire when you meet him?
Anything.
We need due cause
to initiate a search.
So let's get it.
(pop music plays,
weights clatter)
Aren't we brave?
Gym after a big night.
I staggered through that class.
It was a big night. A good one.
I looked for you at dinner.
You disappeared.
I was there.
Man of mystery.
- Works with some.
- It does.
How's Georgia this morning?
I have no idea. She stayed out.
- You've not heard from her?
- No.
(mobile phone chimes)
I I have to take this.
I'm sorry.
Yes?
(Mikael) You've seen the police?
You're on schedule?
- Yes. They've
- Not now.
Is Bart there?
Yes.
Right. Just say everything
I say, so he can hear.
- What?
- Do it.
You've created a situation
and I am saving your skin,
possibly mine.
Repeat after me, convincingly,
"I rang then decided
I shouldn't bother you.
"But maybe you can help."
Say it!
I rang then decided
I shouldn't call you.
But maybe you can help.
"Yes, I have a problem.
"That's why I called."
Yeah, I've got a problem.
That's why I called.
"Because you're
a professional."
Because you're a professional.
"I didn't hang up
because I don't trust you."
I didn't hang up because I
don't trust you. I do.
OK, come and meet me
in the gym now.
Fine. Gym in half an hour.
I'm with my boyfriend Bart.
- We'll both come.
- Good girl.
Give him my background
and say you panicked after
you rang him and called me.
You wanted to ask for my help,
but didn't.
Don't balls this up.
Alright. Thanks.
Who was that?
Mikael Stein.
Georgia says you retrieved
the briefcase for us.
I did.
That was a year ago. How come
I haven't seen you together?
I've come unstuck on jealous
boyfriends before.
I choose my moments.
How did you two
first get talking?
In that casual gym way you do.
This isn't casual.
- Darling, I told you
- I want to hear it from him.
Mine's a word-of-mouth business.
I work the room.
Were you working her?
She knew what I was capable of,
so she asked for my help
with the briefcase.
After I hung up from you
I thought I'd ask
his advice again.
I'd told her if she
ever had more worries
Then I thought twice.
Something felt wrong in her
hanging up, so I called.
I don't know what it's about,
but if I can help
We'll be right, but thanks.
If you change your mind.
Tell him I'm on the level.
(they play classical music)
Middle section needs work.
We've got time.
Especially now you're not off
getting yourself Kardashianed.
Your surgeon must be dark.
This foundation
better be worth it.
It's for Danny!
You're still doing it.
The work? Yeah.
A free boob job's the closest
you'll ever get to campus cred.
I won't let him pay for it.
Hello Why not?
There's something
weird about him.
He has this way of looking when
he thinks Mum won't notice,
like he's trying to figure her
out and
Rich guy with the hots on?
It's not that.
It's
I don't know.
I don't know what it is.
(plays gentle classical music)
What?
"True friendship comes
"when the silence between
two people is comfortable."
What card did you lift that off?
I read it somewhere.
What are we now that
the hostility's fading?
- Married.
- In name.
Where does intimacy lie?
I mean simple affection.
It's just out of the blue,
that's all.
No, I understand.
We've spent years hating,
that's not gonna
change overnight.
- There was love once.
- What happened, happened.
Haven't I suffered
enough for that?
I prefer not to think about it.
I don't know who said this.
"The difference
between friendship and love
"is how much you
can hurt each other."
On that basis
God. We must love each other.
Like my heart -
can't rush recovery.
(they play gentle
classical music)
"Thank you, thank you.
We love you all.
"Drive safely heading home.
"Our new album's on sale
as you leave."
That'd be good.
- What?
- Our own album.
Another reason for surgery.
How do you mean?
Plain was fine in classical
music once. Not any more.
- They cast those album covers.
- Talent and tits. Too true.
The show's not over now
till the slim lady's sung.
'Air in a G String'.
Ha! And Mum
wonders why I want to change.
They don't get it.
Come for lunch.
Now?
Why not?
We can soften her up
for when I do it.
Sure.
We should get
a two-for-one deal.
Boobs for you, pecs for me.
Maybe don't say that.
The more the merrier.
See you soon.
Two more for lunch.
Excuse me.
- One of her girlfriends?
- Miles.
Oh. Close enough.
David!
The kid who plays
duets with her, yeah?
He'd last about a minute
on the field.
And your boys would last even
less on a concert platform.
It's not all footy.
He's the sensitive type,
I get it.
If more men were sensitive, this
world might be less of a mess.
They're like a couple
of girlfriends.
Men and women can be friends.
- Can they?
- We were.
Are.
Always will be, I hope.
- More, I hope.
- But still friends.
Maybe that was
the trouble with Paul,
his friends were his mates.
I was just his wife.
Don't get cross.
We're not cross, little one.
We're just talking.
- Aren't we?
- We are.
- Give the boy a chance.
- OK.
Keeping Up with the Walfords.
It's like some twisted reality
show. Is that a tautology?
- What's a tuh tauto?
- Tautology, sweetie.
Saying the same thing twice
in different words.
All reality shows are twisted.
What's twisted?
Warped, abnormal.
You'll get it when you're older.
What's he like? Bella said
he was all over you like a rash.
Bella!
He was just showing
a lot of interest.
He certainly stuck his nose
in to my life.
We should be grateful
for what he's doing for Danny.
-There's gotta be some angle.
You just have to watch
the Real Housewives
to know the rich
always have one.
Excuse me.
Finish your lunch.
Me? Say it isn't so.
And you wonder why
I don't like his sort.
What sort?
It's all cracks and putdowns.
Nothing's serious.
I don't need Carrie
copying a smartarse.
It's his way.
What happened last night for
Danny was huge. For you too.
And he's belittling it.
There's no need to guess where
Bella gets her notions from.
"Why don't you have
a boob job, sweetie?"
I'm sure that was all her.
A kid like her doesn't just grab
stupid ideas out of the air.
There are probably others at that
artsy fartsy joint too
egging her on.
Artsy fartsy?
- You know what I mean.
- Yeah, I do.
You know who I blame?
Paul and Danny.
Martina, Danny's mates, myself.
Anyone who has ever made Bella
feel plain, without meaning to.
It's so complex,
now's not the time,
but it is wrong to shift
blame to a sweet, insecure boy
who thinks flip humour makes
him socially acceptable.
Stay here if you like.
I'm going to enjoy lunch.
I don't want Carrie exposed
to that sort of rot.
I won't feel guilty
for enjoying his company.
And I won't make him
the fall guy for my failings.
Just bloody explain.
I'm too annoyed to right now.
If you want to go, go.
Right.
I blame a world that
makes the Bellas and the Miles
feel less valid
for who they are.
Maybe they should toughen up.
Carrie, let's go. Quick sticks.
Come on. We're off.
Alright, sweetie.
Last night and today,
you've pushed the boat out.
You might be right.
Should I call Sandra back?
She gets little enough
personal time as is.
My pills she's left
them by the bed.
- I appreciate the concern.
- Of course I'm concerned.
A long way from sitting on
the stairs to watch me die.
The most shameful
act of my life.
Second-most. Which does prompt
thoughts of your worst.
Don't.
It's there, somewhere. Always.
Oh. Scratch that.
Today has been too pleasant.
You're right, deep down.
Always.
But you're right
about today too.
A pleasant surprise.
There go my future invitations.
He's not a bad guy, honest.
Mum likes you.
Lunkhead doesn't and guys
like him get their own way.
Not with her. If he doesn't
know it by now, he should.
- He got a fight on his hands?
- If he plays it wrong.
Good.
Requiem for a Jerk.
(whistles 'Dies Irae')
Bye.
Miles is an acquired taste.
He needs no apology.
David isn't Dad.
That's the closest
I've seen him come to it.
Dad would have thrown Miles out.
-This was his home.
What if it had been David's?
I won't live that sort
of thing over again.
- They're different men.
- From a similar mould.
It's been a big 24 hours.
No snap decisions.
Promise?
I'll clear up.
And pigs did fly.
Why here?
Easier to be honest.
What's all the fuss about?
They're going to test your
story every which way.
They won't want to accept
someone as influential as Welles
is a paedophile-enabling
blackmailer.
It's a crap-fest
they'd rather avoid.
They'll check your phone records
before and after your meeting.
"Why did you phone this number
after your your boyfriend?"
You were upset.
"Why did you phone
this Mikael Stein?"
Now, if you'd listened to me
and called your mother,
you could have said dialling me
was a wrong number,
you'd meant to call her,
and she would have
confirmed you did
and that you
were upset but didn't say why.
But you didn't listen.
You had no explanation
for calling me.
Now you do,
and Bart can support it.
I didn't think
And you could have brought
the whole thing down.
They'll be looking for any
way to break your story.
So they're
staking out the meet?
Yes. And they did ask me
to wear a wire.
See, I know how they think,
so listen.
Switch this on just
as you leave them.
- What does this
- The very last moment.
You screw this up,
you screw up the lot.
You impressed Bart.
What can I say?
The start of a beautiful
friendship.
(knock at door)
- (dramatic music plays on TV)
- I'll get it.
How you going? Is your mum in?
Yeah, we're just
watching a movie.
Do you mind if we talk alone?
- Yeah.
- OK, thanks.
I'll be in my room.
I wouldn't have slept.
Nor would I, probably.
In my world, a man's a man,
a woman's a woman.
It's not the thing
to say these days,
we're all meant to be the same,
but bugger it, we're not.
If you want someone weak
who'll change their attitudes
to stay in your good books,
we might as well call it quits,
'cause I'm not him.
But I will give the kid
more of a go next time.
If we can't disagree,
we shouldn't be.
That's it. Think it over.
I just had
to get it off my chest.
Anything else can wait till
tomorrow. Except this.
That's been too long coming.
Next move's yours.
- Well?
- Uh
(Bella laughs)
What century is he in?
(gentle knocking)
Yes?
You're back?
For quite some time.
I came, I saw,
I tactfully retired.
Ah.
How has it left you?
Confused.
But encouraged.
A gift.
You're quite Thomas's favourite.
Oh, he's so lovely. He puts
my troubles in perspective.
He's no trouble.
I meant
I worry for him,
but he's never a burden.
Can I ask
His father?
He insisted on giving Thomas
the skateboard that he fell off.
I said he was too young for it.
When guilt gets too much,
men like Brian run.
He left?
Six months after the accident.
He couldn't face
what he'd caused.
Anything I can ever do.
You already are.
An original Thomas Jones.
Not many can boast one.
Phillip?
Slowly.
There's a lot to make up,
a lot to forgive.
Him-me, not me-him.
There's something
you should read.
To understand.
Confessions of a misspent life.
June 6th.
The night Phillip's father
spat out that we'd had sex.
It's woven in to the DNA
of our relationship.
Phillip swore
he'd never forgive me.
Perhaps this new heart might
give him the permission he needs
to move beyond that.
His father?
I had good reason.
That's not an excuse.
Phillip doesn't know why it
happened, just that it did.
Why did it?
That's my great secret.
You've risked this much.
It's actually a relief
to find someone I finally trust
enough to share this with.
I, er I am thrown.
Observation, not judgement.
The long and the short of it
The full story
Bart's not Phillip's son,
he's his half-brother.
(Cate) We weren't conceiving,
so we had tests.
They came back fine.
Then Phillip's father James
told me he'd had Phillip's
results doctored.
He felt Phillip would
be less of a businessman
for knowing he was sterile,
so he wasn't told.
He had equally fixed views
on bloodline and inheritance.
Ah.
Whose idea was it?
I knew what he was thinking.
Phillip was desperate for a son,
so I made the offer.
- For Phillip.
- For love.
With Phillip none the wiser.
Until one night, years later,
when James lashed back
at Phillip in an argument.
He was drunk, really vicious.
"I banged your wife.
What do you think about that?"
(GASPS)
And Phillip saw in my eyes
it was true.
And that was it.
Thank God he
said nothing about Bart.
Phillip been
punishing me ever since.
He didn't throw you out.
No, staying was the punishment.
And he's never suspected?
I did everything
to make sure he didn't.
You know, I'd robbed him
of so much,
I couldn't rob him of his son.
The main story's in '94-'95.
In here?
Phillip could read them.
Bart. Locks can be broken.
Phillip prefers surveillance
to snooping, and Bart neither.
Maybe they're
your silent challenge.
"Here's the truth,
if you care enough to look."
Possibly.
Perhaps I've subconsciously
mined our lives with them,
ready to blow it apart
should fate decree.
Or some such cod-psychology.
So what's their purpose now
that you're seeing a future?
Proof of the truth,
if I ever need it.
It's not going to be easy
fronting him tomorrow
knowing this.
Well, no easier
than it's been for me
the last 25 years.
You'll cope?
For you? Yeah.
I'm way beyond the
breakfast-in-bed stage.
Whatever highfalutin
title's in my new contract,
I'm still nursie.
Social pages?
This meant to shut me up?
And no office tomorrow,
respectfully suggested.
Good pic of you.
All tricked out in my glad rags.
You look like the cat
that got the cream.
Impressive woman,
Sophia Grey.
The daughter's a bit scatty,
though. What does she want be?
Some cookie cutter hussy
like this one?
- Bart seems keen.
- She has a certain fire.
Get on the blower
about those invitations.
I want to see how she goes
with the Greys on Sunday.
I know I said the next
move was yours.
(laughs)
I wasn't sure what it should be,
so I'm glad you're here.
I've cracked an invite
to this Walford lunch.
- She said she'd called you.
- She did.
Phillip must be after the club's
help for the foundation.
So given this, us, should I go?
Of course, why wouldn't you?
Well We're arguing.
I won't apologise
for kissing you.
I'm not asking you to.
David, would you like to go?
If you want me to. If we're OK.
I don't see why we shouldn't be.
There are going to be
times when we differ.
We're still adjusting to each other.
I'm just rusty at it.
- At what?
- Romance.
(scoffs) You're doing fine.
Can I explain it
from where I stand?
Please.
I spend so much time in the job
telling the lads to treat women
right, "Don't cross the line",
it's the big thing these days,
take your cue from the woman.
But there's the other side,
all the stuff you watch
in your romantic movies,
the guy grabbing the girl and
solving the problem with a pash.
Pash?!
It's confusing. It is!
And extra because I know how
things got between you and Paul,
the way he talked over you,
wanting the last say,
especially towards the end.
I'm trying not to go there.
But I have my own opinions
and my own feelings
and I have a right to them.
I'm not saying you don't.
I was simply saying
there is nothing wrong
with a man being
sensitive and witty.
He has his own opinions
and his own feelings
and he has the right to them.
I won't try to change you,
so long as you don't
try to change others
who aren't harming you.
Do you understand?
He rubbed me the wrong way.
That's your problem, not his.
Yeah.
OK. Paul. Let's talk Paul.
So you'll understand why
sensitive's an issue for me.
He used to get stuck
into Danny for it, as a kid.
I never knew.
It was no-one else's affair.
It's why we nearly divorced.
Feel what you like
about sensitivity,
but don't foist it on others.
And there's no need to back off
or to make mad dashes
to compensate.
I'm here.
Just be.
And I'm glad we're going
together next Sunday.
- You seen the social page?
- Yeah.
The photo of you and Georgia was
quite a statement of interest.
Of fact. What's Dad said?
He likes her spunk.
We were both too busy
to properly attend to her.
I noticed.
It wasn't a snub.
We'll make up for it.
We're having the Greys
to lunch at Vista.
Danny Grey's coach too.
We've invited Georgia as well.
Right.
I thought you'd be pleased.
Something's happening tomorrow.
I'm not sure if she'll
still be welcome.
You'll know soon enough.
(gentle knock at door)
Yes?
- Ma'am.
- Thank you, Alan.
- Going somewhere?
- No.
You have your secrets,
I'll have mine.
He didn't ask where we
were going?
I'm arranging Sunday's lunch.
Where are we going?
To cauterise
the wounds of the past.
Thanks, Alan.
Nobody better try to tell me
you don't have
a sense of the dramatic.
Why exactly am I included?
You've no idea what it means
to trust someone enough
to bear witness.
Fire purifies.
- Comfortable?
- Yes.
- Say a few words.
- One, two, three, four, five.
I feel sick.
It'll be worth it.
Try to ignore he's there.
He'll be here soon.
Meet, do the exchange, leave.
Get in, get out.
We'll do the rest.
You'll be fine.
On approach.
(trembles) I'm gonna go.
(breathes deeply)