Between Two Worlds (2020) s01e08 Episode Script

1
Nobody better try and 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.
Well, that's one way
of putting it all behind you.
Look to the future.
All except 94/95, they're
tucked away safe at home.
That's like keeping the nitro
and tossing out the box.
They're Bart's insurance.
In case Phillip ever acts
on threats to disinherit.
Phillip can disinherit a son,
but a half-brother
can claim his share.
Exactly.
The proof
his keys to the kingdom.
If the day ever comes
and you and Phillip
Go on.
- Not a fair question.
- Yeah, it is.
If the day ever came
and Phillip and I found love,
what would I choose?
Losing him again
or protecting Bart?
I'd like to think Bart.
- (Taylor) Comfortable?
- (Georgia) Yes.
Say a few words.
One, two, three, four, five.
On approach.
Copy that.
What if he talks his way
out of it somehow?
That's why we need
the recording - so he can't.
Ready?
(crackling)
Interference. Wait.
- What?
- I'm not sure.
Miss Konig, Miss Konig!
Stop - interference.
- Should I go?
- Wait.
- Should you change it?
- There's no time.
OK, go.
- We'll work on it.
- Good luck.
- Well, you must have some idea.
- No!
(electronic crackle continues)
- Mic or receiver?
- It shouldn't be either!
It was working fine
till she stepped outside.
OK.
(Taylor) Have you got anything?
(muffled, crackly voices)
No, I've got nothing.
We're losing our chance here.
(technician) Come on,
come on, come on!
Come on, anything!
Still go without the recording?
- They made the exchange?
- Yes.
- You've got it?
- Yes.
(Taylor) Bloody hell.
You wanna be the cop in the news
that let the rock spider go?
Don't threaten me.
You wanna go on the list of men
that have let her down?
Show some balls!
Move.
(dramatic music builds)
(Georgia pants)
(Taylor) Bishop Welles.
What's this about?
We need you to answer
some questions.
Oh, don't be ridiculous.
Hey.
- Did they fix it, the mic?
- No.
He refused to give me
the photos,
he said he's keeping them
to make sure I stay quiet.
The girl just
thrust the money at me.
They've gotta find them, no-one
will believe it if they don't!
He won't get out of it.
- If this stupid mic
- Don't!
Had worked!
It's useless, why not?
They have to get him!
- They have to!
- They will, they will.
That's it.
(children chatter and squeal)
Good girl.
Jane Forbes, Mrs. Grey.
I spoke on a panel praising you
and defending your son.
Thought I knew the face.
I was hoping my defence of Danny
might have earned your trust?
I'd love to have a chat with
you, if you've got two minutes.
Sure.
Drugs in sport is a hot topic.
I'd love to know
Phillip Walford's attitudes,
in light of choosing your son
as the face of his foundation.
His gesture deserves better
than muckraking.
There won't be any from me.
But questions will be asked.
I hope to control a debate
conducive to
hypocritical hysteria.
Why not approach him yourself?
Phillip Walford
is not an easy man to reach
and he's not someone you badger.
He seemed very pleasant.
That must mean
he wants you on side.
- Good for me.
- I
I'd feel awkward,
ringing him out of the blue,
whatever it is.
We are invited for lunch
on Sunday.
Mm, I'd prefer sooner.
Ooh, he's napping.
I'll ask him to call you back.
Who?
Sophia Grey.
Here.
Just a tick.
No sign of Bart yet?
Not at work, not answering.
(sighs) I wanna talk
this Korean deal.
Hello!
You have my direct number,
there's no need
to go through Sandra.
Oh, I didn't like to bother you.
That's why you have it.
What can I do?
I've been approached by
a television journalist,
Jane Forbes.
She's been very fair
about Danny in the past.
She's keen to talk to you
about why you chose him
for the foundation.
Then she should have called
herself.
(quietly) She seems
intimidated by you.
I said not to be.
Did you? Are you?
Uh not really.
Should I be?
(chuckles) I'm teasing.
You think we can trust her
to do the right thing?
Uh, you're probably
a better judge of that than me.
This feels odd.
Why?
You're who you are,
I'm who I am,
and we're talking like this.
I'm Phillip and you're,
if I don't presume, Sophia,
and you can call me anytime.
Tell Ms. Forbes
I'll see her at my home
before close of business today.
She can arrange it with my EA.
Thank you, Mr. Walford.
- Phillip.
- Phillip.
See you Sunday, then.
Phillip?
Oh, well, he insisted.
You really have got the touch.
I want you there at
the interview, in your new role.
Well, I'll make sure she knows
no stress in my old role.
No, no, no, let her push.
The best way to use journos
is to have them think
they're using you.
- And keep trying Bart.
- Yep.
(tense music builds slowly)
(Georgia) He'll say anything
to get out of it.
It's more than just
"she says, he says" now.
- Here, take it.
- What is this?
- Money.
- I'm not sure I
Look, this will put an end
to it, please.
(Georgia) The vision
doesn't tell the full story.
And he's a bishop.
And I am
who I am.
(exhales heavily)
- You're my girlfriend.
- True.
But if they knew I was more
They can dismiss
just Georgia Konig.
Your fianc??
They'd have to think twice.
It would get back to Dad.
If this makes you wanna
back out
- Of course not!
- Then prove it.
Let me go in there
as the next Mrs. Walford.
Be proud of me.
I am.
(intense music builds)
Thank you.
We have a problem, Miss Konig.
Yes?
Bishop Welles has an entirely
different version to tell.
Of course he does.
He says you came to his home
to express concern
he'd lost charitable donations
by humiliating Phillip Walford
at your father's funeral.
Why
would I want to talk to him
about that?
Why would it worry me?
Because of your relationship
with Mr. Walford's son.
So Welles says you said.
My engagement to Bart.
He just proposed.
It's a sign of
how totally he supports me.
Congratulations.
Welles has God behind him.
I have the Walfords.
I know who I'd rather cross.
We're looking for the truth.
Wherever it lies.
My father got away with
years of abuse
because of who he was.
Will Welles
get away with this
for the same reason?
You can't blame me
for wanting strong support.
And you've got mine.
If you deserve it.
Welles has
a very different version
of what happened in the park.
I was puzzled from the start
as to the point of the meeting.
(Taylor) To give you money,
to make up for what you'd lost
with Walford.
So she hinted.
Your were puzzled but you went?
It was close to home.
You could have just called
and asked for clarity.
She's an unusual young woman,
I felt
I'd understand when we met.
It got me out of the house.
I welcome breaks from my desk.
Right. (Clears throat)
So, what exactly happened?
I suddenly feel
I may require a lawyer.
It's your right.
She gave me the money
then started to get agitated.
I can only presume
it was so our conversation
would appear as she wished
when seen from a distance -
tense.
Fraught.
Here, take it.
I don't see I have a choice.
- What is this?
- The money.
- I'm not sure I
- Daddy, you, the Walfords -
it can only stop
by you taking it,
then maybe I can live
how I want.
- You're not making sense.
- Please, give it to me, please.
- Give you what?
- You have to!
If I knew what this is about
The charity we were denied?
You are not responsible
for what Phillip Walford did.
It was right I defended
your father in eulogy.
You owe me nothing.
I'm worried for you.
I just want to live my life.
Don't use it against me, ever.
Let this put an end to it,
please.
(Georgia) I was upset.
He said he was keeping
the photos.
They're your evidence
when you find them.
The problem is we haven't.
And he denies
any knowledge of them.
But you're still looking.
Giving his house
the full twice over.
They were there.
He showed them to me.
And that's why
you were so upset?
Ask the housekeeper -
she saw me.
(whimpers)
Are you alright, dear?
Welles has a different version
of that too.
She certainly wasn't upset
when she left me.
I'll try my best for you too,
with the donations.
Whatever you can manage.
(Welles) I was bemused
when my housekeeper
mentioned it.
So, what? I conned him?
I conned his housekeeper
and now I'm conning you too?
Have the footage lipread
if you don't believe me.
It's angled so your face
is clear, his not.
- So I did that deliberately?
- Possibly.
Did you tamper with your mic
today?
Of course not.
You destroyed it afterwards.
I was furious.
We had no evidence
because of it.
Another interpretation
is that you did tamper with it
to be sure your conversation
wasn't heard
and you didn't want it
inspected.
It failed
when I was still with you.
(angrily) Did you see me
do anything?
You'll grab onto
whatever helps him, won't you?
You know what's coming
if he's charged.
If he's guilty, we'll charge
him, whatever the furore.
And we'll charge you
if this is some vicious game.
Fianc?? Or not.
- Found.
- The photos?
Under his desk in the study.
They've just arrived.
Now he'll say they were planted.
Were they?
You keep saying
you're not on his side.
You are.
We'll be looking for signs
of intrusion.
I hope you're treating
the criminal
like a criminal too,
not just me.
You're both guilty
till you're proven innocent.
Which I will be and then you'll
get the shitstorm you deserve.
I'm sorry.
I'm fighting for the truth here.
I'll be back.
Can I see her?
- Uh, not yet.
- She has my full support.
Nice ring.
Photos.
And her phone records.
Interesting.
First things first.
Unless you're prepared
to charge my client -
which for your sake,
I hope you're not -
you'll let him leave.
Explain these.
(Georgia) What did he say?
What you expected -
that they were planted.
These are your phone records.
Who's this?
Why?
You left Welles' house,
you say upset,
then you called your fella
to come and get you.
Yes.
And then you called this number.
Didn't mention that.
I didn't think it was important.
You were distressed,
just been blackmailed, you say.
I'm assuming you didn't just
want a chat.
- No.
- Why, then? Who is it?
Mikael Stein.
I was going to ask him
for protection.
But I didn't.
Bart knows all about it.
The guy is ex-special forces,
was a mercenary.
She knows him from the gym.
She was gonna ask his advice,
but she changed her mind.
You know this how?
- Didn't she just
- I want your version.
We met up with him, we talked.
He'd been concerned
after the call.
He wanted to make sure
she was OK. He'll confirm it.
He'll get his chance.
This is insane. She's insane.
- She can't get away with it.
- She won't.
She's doing a good job so far.
(tense atmospheric music builds)
We got talking at the gym,
she'd heard my story.
You spread it round, do you?
What you've done?
Well, someone knows someone
who knows someone
who needs protection and I get
a gig - security's my business.
You've skated close
to the legal edge a few times.
No convictions.
Sorry, what's this about?
Have you got the guy
who was blackmailing her?
- Did she mention his name?
- Welles.
He's an eminent member
of the clergy.
- Hm.
- You're not surprised?
What I've seen of religion
in places where I've fought, no.
Sounds like you could have
a grudge against the church.
Only the hypocrites it shelters.
I like my villains upfront.
Enough of a grudge
to conspire to stitch one up?
I just got a phone call,
she hung up
and I followed it through, so
I'm an accomplice?
Bart Walford is too,
using that logic.
You gonna heavy him?
There's a lot about this
that doesn't add up.
'Cause you don't wanna admit
guys like Welles exist.
That's how they've kept on
destroying lives for years -
because guys like you
believe guys like them.
Instead of the poor bastards
they've ruined.
Have the guts
to draw a line in the sand.
Mr. Walford.
I'd prefer
you didn't stray too far.
How long have you known
about all this?
Since she called from his house.
Not just the photos.
The lot.
The father, molestation,
Welles allegedly refusing
to believe her,
leaving her father to it.
The whole situation that allowed
the photos to exist.
About a month.
You still wanna marry her?
Even more so.
She's a victim here.
Could be scandal.
I don't care.
I love her, I believe her.
Totally.
(Taylor sighs)
You know their way to fight this
will be to ruin you in court?
That sort of thing
might have worked once.
So, if I asked you
on the stand
"Why should I believe you
and not him?" you'd say
Why would I concoct a scheme
that guarantees the world
knows my father molested me
and sees those photos
shown in open court?
What kind of idiot
would that make me,
when all I want is
for Bart's father to accept me?
This isn't gonna help.
(Welles sighs heavily)
This has gone on far too long.
I couldn't agree more.
We're charging your client.
(tense atmospheric music)
Hey.
His lawyer will be working
the media for all it's worth.
I should get home.
I don't need Mother
flipping out in front of them.
Three Dads, six Sandras,
two Mums and the office.
He hates it when I go MIA.
He'll be even more pissed off
if he finds out about this
on the news.
- Will you drive me?
- I can.
Mm, you need
to get to him first.
- I'll just drop you.
- She needs someone with her.
Look, my advice,
she grabs her mum
and goes to ground
somewhere away from the press
and any crazies who might
come out of the woodwork.
I'm happy to help.
You want me to hire you?
It's gonna be a media frenzy
once word's out.
She could even be at risk.
Haters gonna hate.
I would feel safer.
Alright.
Thank you.
Check my rates
before you get too grateful.
Ready?
- Yeah.
- Come on.
Let's hope his new heart
kicks in.
Let's hope I'm not kicked out.
Stand your ground, OK?
(phone rings)
Mother. Someone might have
called about this.
Good luck with her.
I'll settle them somewhere
and let you know.
Mummy.
Yeah, well, pop a pill,
calm down. I'm on my way.
I'll explain everything
when I get there.
Don't talk to anyone
until I arrive.
Let's get my idiot mother
out of harm's way.
Thank you.
You mix a good negroni.
Mm, not just
a pretty defibrillator.
Sandra has signed a contract
with the foundation.
Oh.
How is your heart, if I may ask?
May I record this?
Yes. I'll tell you when.
Your heart.
There's no sign of rejection,
I'm managing light duties.
I'll need you to speak up
for the mic.
Yes, when it's on.
My wife will be critiquing
your form.
She was a journo when we met.
Part of the UK contingent
in '92, I believe?
Covering the Queen's
Sydney visit.
I sourced your article
on tycoons
and their attitude
to a republic.
She came to interview your
father and stayed to marry you.
Who could blame her?
You've done your research.
You don't visit Phillip Walford
unprepared.
Then you'll know I can be
a journo's best friend
or their worst nightmare.
The Danny Grey Foundation
means a lot to me.
I've warmed very quickly
to the Greys.
What will I be to you,
Ms. Forbes? Friend or foe?
Help me understand
why you're fine
with a drug-pushing
poster boy
and I'll see Australia is too.
Strong and direct.
Just like you with the old man
that first day.
That's when I thought,
"I like this one."
You can press "go" now.
Memories.
(music builds)
(plays Song Without End No.3)
(knock at door)
Come in!
Sorry, I haven't been able
to get through this bit
without a mistake yet
and I'm nearly there.
(plonks on keys)
Yay! I did it.
Oh.
You said come in.
Yeah, I was expecting Martina.
Good to see you all
getting on again.
Yeah, the other night helped.
Good, eh? Great for Danny.
Anything I can do
for this foundation thing?
Oh, Mum's not here.
I'll let her know.
I came to see you, actually.
Don't look so surprised!
(laughs awkwardly)
It's usually her.
I just wanted to say
good one cancelling the op.
I read your post.
I was one of the likes.
Danny wouldn't want you
doing it.
Um
Well, I
I might still do it,
I'm not sure.
Well, don't.
You look good like you are.
Maybe take a bit better care
of yourself,
but you don't need the knife.
It's stupid.
Thank you.
I think.
It was meant as a compliment!
(Bella laughs)
Talk to Marti.
She'd make you over.
Anyway, that's all.
Let you get back to it.
Sounded good.
You know, we've got
a players' barbie coming up.
You should come.
- I'll let Mum know.
- David's bringing her anyway.
I mean you.
See you there, eh?
See ya later!
Bye! Bye!
- See you.
- Run, run, run, run.
- Bye, Carrie.
- Bye!
I told the Walford mob
I'm coming.
- Into the lion's den together.
- Oh, you'll like him.
Well, I hope so, after
everything he's done for Danny.
- (phone rings)
- I'll call you later.
Bye!
Do your seatbelt up.
- Done?
- (Marc) Yeah.
- How'd it go?
- Good.
I didn't make a big deal,
just gave her the thumbs up.
Well, anything you can do
to help her esteem.
Sophia hates
this surgery carry-on.
She's not my type, mate.
Well, I didn't mean that.
But she is a nice girl.
Yeah. Nice four.
Nothing below an eight, eh?
Mate!
Yeah, yeah, don't score women.
But we do.
It's not gonna change, mate.
What, you reckon
they don't score us?
Just help her feel attractive.
I'll do my bit.
Hey, Marc.
Yeah?
Uh
There's a lunch
with the Walfords on Sunday.
I can take someone.
It's for Danny.
You don't have to go,
you probably don't wanna go.
Probably got something on.
(chuckles awkwardly)
Forget it.
Uh it's just a thought.
Yeah, sure.
You will?
Send us the details.
I will.
Later.
(soft music)
Yes!
The masses love a hero.
They love a fallen one
even more.
One redeemed by a mother
facing reality
pure gold.
They're our poster family.
End of spiel.
I'd like a filmed follow-up,
if you're amenable.
I can use this
to formulate my questions.
Some might call you pushy.
To your advantage, I promise.
It better be.
Lunch next Sunday.
Sophia Grey and Bella
with Martina Budd
and Danny's former coach.
If you bring your crew,
you can film footage
to go with any later interview.
Discreet on the day,
no questions.
(message tone)
(repeated message tones)
I don't mean to be rude,
I'm sorry, but I can't not ask.
(curtly) Yes?
I can't imagine we'd be
chatting like this if you knew.
Out with it. What?
"Are you still there?
Does he know what's happened
with his son's fianc?? e?"
(foreboding strings)
Pack enough for a week
for both of you.
- Make it quick.
- She'll have questions.
Shut them down. We need her gone
before the press arrive.
I know what I'm doing.
Make sure you do.
This is my circus, remember?
Mm.
Nuh-uh.
Stay.
Welles came to me weeks ago
with an entirely different
and perfectly good scheme to get
his hands on the Walford money.
He was going to use you once
you were a part of the family!
He had no intention
of blackmailing you.
He had no need! You're lying.
And how was your day, Mummy?
(sighs)
His lawyer called
and they want my testimony
regarding that conversation.
And your state of mind.
What did you say?
Well, I said I'd get back.
Is that all?
We can say you're distraught.
That you're disturbed.
That you've never recovered
from finding your father's body.
We can plead insanity.
Justifiably,
given what you've done.
But I don't want to.
Oh, baby. You have no choice.
I have every choice.
I'll testify for him.
(gasps)
You will shut
your vacuous mouth.
You will do exactly as I say.
You are insane.
I have loved you
despite everything.
Despite all you let happen.
Don't make me hate you now.
Did his lawyer tell you
about the photos?
What photos?
All the porn pics
Daddy took of me
that they found
in Welles' study.
This is nonsense.
I don't know anything about
Oh, of course you do.
Maybe not about them,
but you knew what was going on.
That's why you had to pretend
to the world
that you loved him so much,
because you loathed everything
but the lifestyle.
You were too weak to leave.
I saw you that night.
I saw the door open
and you look in.
And the look on your face.
(voice breaking) And I watched
as you shut the door.
I should hate you
for what you did,
but you were his victim
as much as I was.
He robbed me of my innocence,
he robbed you of your decency!
- Stop it!
- Maybe it was too much, huh?
Maybe you had to block it out
somehow.
Or maybe you were just too weak
to do anything about it,
but you let it happen,
just like Welles did,
and you are a tragic, pathetic
excuse for a human being.
But I came from your womb,
so I have to love you.
Don't make me hurt you.
Mm?
Now, I'm going to pack
our things
and you're coming with us.
Or I'll tell the world
that you came to the door
and you saw your husband,
my father, screwing me
and you left him to it.
- I couldn't
- I'm talking.
You can be Bart Walford's
mother-in-law
or you can suffer with Welles.
Your choice.
(Rebecca continues sobbing)
(inhales sharply)
(whimpers)
(whispers) Mummy.
Mummy, come back.
Mummy, come back.
Aaargh! Stop it!
Daddy, stop!
Mummy, come back, please!
(cries)
Mummy.
Stop it!
(sobs) Make it stop.
Please stop it! Stop!
Stop it!
Mummy, come back! Mummy, please.
Stop, stop it!
Please, I love you.
I love
Who's helpless now?
I wouldn't want to be
in your shoes.
Your circus is right.
From now on, you listen.
So
let's talk the Korean deal.
- Phillip.
- What?
This is between him and me.
I have to find all this out
from a reporter.
I'd come to tell you.
Too late. So, the Korean deal.
Are you ready to put your future
on the line for it?
I've looked it over.
Yes, she told me.
Why are we even talking
about it?
I'm making a point
about both situations.
Well, would you bet
your future on it?
I just told you about Georgia,
her father, Welles,
and you're asking me
about some deal?
-Not just some deal - the one
you supposedly slaved over,
the one you see establishing
your bonafides as a dealmaker.
I repeat - would you stake
the whole of
your business future on it
if I told you it's flawed
and comes with
a truckload of trouble?
Of course not, if you are right.
Good, so we've established
you're not stupid enough
to ruin your future
over a bad investment.
Well, she's an even worse one.
- She's not a deal.
- Listen to me.
- I love her!
- Shut up!
(Cate) OK, Phillip, your heart.
Just let him talk. Calm.
Stay out of it.
You meet this girl.
She drives you wild, makes
all your models and starlets
look like the dross they are.
She makes you work for it.
She challenges you, she
(laughs wryly) oh,
she presses your kink buttons
and you're hard in a way
you've never been before.
Phillip.
Maybe if you hadn't coddled him.
Then she makes a sex tape
for you,
to help me bring her father
to heal.
No outrage, please.
I never could figure that out.
Now it makes sense.
She was spitting in his filthy,
incestuous eye.
She was making Daddy jealous.
- And he wasn't using you?
- Don't, please.
- Leave her out of it.
- Fine.
Georgia.
Georgia keeps you on the hook.
Georgia keeps playing you.
Maybe even the confession
about Daddy was a ploy.
You know
she's utterly unacceptable,
but you feel so sorry for her
you get engaged.
You should have been knocking it
on the head at that point.
And you hang around long enough
to end up in the middle of
a PR dung heap
called "my fianc?? E just got one
of the most respected churchmen
in the country arrested!"
He was blackmailing her!
With dirty pictures
taken by her father?
What part of this
doesn't scream "abort"?
She's a lousy deal.
Don't bet your future on her!
No matter how much effort
you put into her,
she's bad business!
OK, listen, that's enough.
You've had your usual bullying,
bombastic say,
your reversion
to the bad old days.
Now it's my turn.
If it's your usual
indulgent spouting
whenever you take his side
Oh, we are back on form,
aren't we?
When the future of this family's
at stake, you bet!
-And you're such a family man?
How is this suddenly
about you two?
This is about me, my happiness.
Of course it is.
- Oh
- Don't you dare interrupt me.
- Do you love her?
- Yes.
Do you feel
that she is the victim
- of what's happened to her?
- Yes.
Do you think that Welles
was blackmailing her?
Yes!
What will you do
if we don't support her?
I'll be there on my own.
Then you're a finer man
than he is.
A girl has been abused
by her father
and blackmailed by the church
and you equate her
to a bad deal?
I call her what she is -
damaged goods.
You know,
we actually had hope for you.
It shows.
It takes more than a fresh heart
to make you human.
- I'm done.
- I'm not.
And I mean totally done!
You had to stick your bib in.
Don't you dare blame me.
That's it, run!
- I'm walking.
- Typical! Weak!
- Stronger than I've ever been.
- Get back in here!
You don't tell me
what to do anymore.
Marry her and you can
forget about any of this!
Shove it up your arse!
You think she'll want you
without this?!
You'll be dead to me!
You couldn't keep
your mouth shut, could you?
(pants)
- Phillip?
- Oh.
Phillip!
Phillip. Sandra!
(dramatic music pulsates)