01x03 - Episode 3

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Martina: How can you?

You're talking to that reporter,

after what she said.

You're his mother!

I wouldn't lie for him alive,

I am not going to do it now.

I'll hate you

if you go ahead with this.

The club would prefer

you to cancel it.

This is my choice,

and the one I have to make.

Sophia, why have you chosen

to speak about Denny's drug

dealing now?

When I heard that your

accusations were true,

I felt I had to address them.

If you can happen to Danny,

it can happen to anyone.

I'd like fans of the game

to learn from his mistakes.

It's like they said.

There's no hope.

He's being prepared

for organ donation.

What about my transplant?

A healthy new heart?

There's something

you should know.

Mr. Lee and Cate have graduated

from hotel beds to hers.

I got a visit

from Rebecca Koenig

before I got one

from my adoring spouse.

Bad dream?

No.

I've got somewhere even better

for tomorrow night.

Than this?

You wait.

What could be more

twisted than my father's desk?

You can't even begin to imagine.

(breathing, panting, moaning)

There's no one like you.

- This is where your dad

- Yes.

Industrial cleaners.

But if you look close enough

This is sick.

What part of,

"We're making love

"where your father blew

his brains out,"

isn't a step too far?

50 shades of disappointment.

We should

All that talk

about pushing boundaries.

"And you take me places

I never thought I'd go."

Get out.

I mean it. Get out.

Get dressed outside.

You really thought

I wouldn't be shocked?

I thought

Piss off.

If you didn't understand

that, the full story

(engine burbles)

sh*t.

Daddy.

Baby.

You know, don't you?

You've seen it.

How do you

Philip Walford called me.

He laughed.

He said I'd helped destroy you.

(cries, c*ck g*n)

Don't be silly.

I'm so ashamed, Daddy.

I'm so sorry.

Put it down.

I've hurt you. You've seen it.

You are still my little girl.

You hate me.

You're still my baby.

I can't live with that

No. No.

It's all right, baby.

You're still daddy's girl.

(whimpers, cries)

No one will know.

Just give me the g*n.

No, daddy, I'm so sorry.

Give it here.

It's all right.

Give daddy the g*n.

There's nothing we can't fix.

You know how much I love you.

Oh, I know.

(g*nsh*t)

(keypad bleeps)

(doorbell chimes)

(door opens)

What?

- I know how she must feel.

- Not even close!

We're taking a few days

to process at David's shack.

That's where we are

if she wants to talk

or if she would like to join us.

After last night?

I wanted to offer.

- It's OK, Dad.

- If you don't wanna do this

I've got it. Thanks.

I didn't want to go without you

knowing where I was,

in case you needed anything.

Don't ask me to forgive you.

I don't.

I didn't feel I had a choice.

He always used to say,

"Mum has this great way

"of making

everything about herself."

I used to defend you.

But last night

was all about you.

Saint Sophia,

sacrificing her son

for the sake

of mothers everywhere.

The only person

who came out of that interview

looking good was you.

Whether you know it or not,

that was the point.

You clinging desperately to your

delusion of perfect motherhood.

(sighs)

That looked problematic.

There are different ways

of handling grief.

(horns honk, sirens wail)

Enough of the hearts

and flowers stuff.

Let's cut to the heart

of the matter.

(groans)

Nothing like a transplant

to encourage the bad quips.

Clearly.

Oh, have a heart.

I am thereby done.

Glad to see

you're still kicking.

I may not be if

you keep that up.

This is only temporary.

So am I, if you don't behave.

Cate wrangled me back.

That can change.

- I'd rather walk.

- I insist you don't.

Thank you.

You were released early

on one condition -

you listen,

and you do what I say.

I got it from Julian.

And the transplant coordinator -

save your breath.

You can work in rationed bursts.

You'll sleep when I tell you,

or at least give it your best shot,

and you will be meticulous

in your drug regimen.

Rejection is a real possibility,

and I don't mean the type

where I say 'go screw yourself'

for acting up.

- You practised that.

- Nurses Handbook, page 46.

'How to Lay Down the Law

to Over-Privileged White Men

with Anger Management Issues'.

- You should do stand-up.

- My fallback profession.

Right, let's talk about how this

will go. First up, pills.

(knock at door)

Yes? How is he?

Disturbingly amenable.

He thanked me.

Julian said he might change.

False hope?

Possibly not.

Pen and ink, yet! Retro girl.

Started in my teens.

I would've behaved if I had

known I was going in your diary.

- All mentions with affection.

- I should hope.

So when was his last show

of gratitude?

Other than a snide dig,

I'd have to go a long way back

through these to find that.

You've kept them all?

As my record of happiness lost

and suffering gained.

I can imagine.

It's good to have you back.

I just wanted you to know

he's settled.

Don't be thrown by any changes.

They can be extreme.

I hope you understand.

Try me.

I don't understand your problem

about joining us.

The girls are marvellous.

Hardly girls, mother, despite

the efforts of their surgeons.

The Real Housewives

of Over-the-Hills

and their spawn not my kind.

Well, for your father then.

With these rumours

about the business,

we are to be seen

to be charitable.

Dispel the whispers

of going belly up?

Excuse me.

Bartholomew Walford.

Georgia Konig.

We have a lot in common.

I know we shared a common bond.

The best of everything

on the surface.

Tyrannical fathers.

Our burden beneath.

I thought it was my arse

in that suit.

That helped.

Nothing says 'talk to the boy'

like knowing your father

is screwing his mother.

You knew it that early?

That's the least

of today's revelations.

- I'm not normally this forward.

- No?

I normally way more

if I'm just after a quickie.

And what are you after?

Buy a ticket for the ride

and see.

I'll leave my number with

the barman. I'll expect your call.

- If it doesn't come?

- It will.

- You were so sure.

- Damage attracts damage.

I didn't know my damaged showed.

To the right eyes.

Your father tyrannised

your soul.

Daddy dearest, my body.

I was 13 when it first happened.

I'll avoid the sordid details.

But it was on the spot

where we were last night.

He threw me down

and the only words I can

remember are

"Daddy loves his princess

"and afterwards, if you tell,

they'll know who to blame."

It went on for years.

Why didn't you

Why didn't you tell the world

about Phillip's

mental cruelty, huh?

Because they're clever.

They make you feel

responsible somehow.

You mother,

she must've suspected.

Yeah, there's

comfort in denial.

And I'm the first person

you've told?

The second.

(cries) Help me.

But that doesn't matter.

I got no joy from that,

quite the opposite,

so I saw you that night

in that bar and I thought

"I'm going to have lots of

fabulous sex with that man.

"And he's going to help me

finally get my revenge."

- My father loves me deeply.

- Where does that come from?

He'd do anything to protect me.

Should I be worried?

No. He should.

I'm his Achilles' heel.

I know what would stop

him yelling 'corruption'

about the bankruptcy

and your father.

It would score you huge

points with Phillip.

Original. Copy.

That should shut him up.

You scored with yours,

I settled scores with mine.

I've always wondered how

you could betray him like that.

I rubbed his face

in what he'd made me.

He'd have felt disgusted,

jealous,

and the sickest, betrayed.

He looked in the mirror

and it drove him to end it all.

You hoped he'd suicide?

I hoped he'd something.

There was an outside

possibility.

And that didn't worry you.

As much as screwing me

worried him.

- And what was last night?

- A test of your limits.

To force this discussion -

maybe to exorcise

what happened over the years

by making love there.

And we do make love now.

As much as I have

resisted saying it,

as much as I threw every kinky

challenge I could at you

to make you run from it

..I love you.

And I love you.

I know.

Otherwise I never

could've said it.

(they chuckle)

Is that it?

The full story?

You know how much I love you.

Oh, I know.

Every revolting detail.

So where to now?

Wherever this takes us.

Do I have a way of

hijacking situations

to make them about myself?

Is that what Martina said?

She obviously

said something harsh.

Do I?

Danny died days before their

wedding. She's still mourning.

It probably helps

her to lash out.

That doesn't answer

the question.

Did Danny ever say

he thought I did?

- We all say things we regret.

- So yes?

I'm sure he thought

better of it later.

When? Under what

circumstances?

Mum, I really don't

I wouldn't ask if

it wasn't important.

I've been forced

to re-evaluate my son.

Perhaps I should

look at myself too.

After Dad died, Danny thought

He thought you were a lot more

'poor me' than 'poor us'.

- Was I?

- For little bit.

You'd just lost your husband.

Well, you just lost your father.

And he wanted you to be perfect.

- What about you?

- (scoffs) Nobody's perfect.

Yes?

- It's not important.

- Let me decide.

With what happened to me

with the bullying,

that ended up more of

a w*r between all the mothers

than it did about what

anybody had actually done to me.

You were suddenly

the central player.

It hurt.

But it did feel about me,

I felt I'd failed somehow,

I didn't protect you.

There was one 'me'

and three 'I's in that sentence.

Maybe all mothers do it.

We begin life inside you

so of course it's easy to

make us about yourself.

I'm honestly not bitter.

I know you tried.

You've wanted to say that

for a long time.

I didn't know until now.

In the interview last night,

was that about me?

Danny did the wrong thing.

And you were right as a mother

to say what you said.

But the words 'me' and 'I'

did pre-dominate.

You asked.

Just until it gets too hot.

You've had enough of bed.

You're prattling

nanny-speak again.

I'll take my umbrella

and fly away if you're naughty.

Yeah, well, grab it

and bugger off.

That's better!

You were almost charming

over breakfast.

I'd hate to lose

my sparring partner.

- A lapse.

- Good.

I'll be back to check on you.

When Gary Ford arrives,

send him out.

Call the transplant coordinator.

I want a report on

how all this affects mood.

Worried you're

losing your edge?

I want the full facts -

not the summarised waffle

I've had so far.

You've been through

something profound.

Of course it's

going to affect you

- No later than lunchtime.

- Yes, sir.

Is it your father or something

else that's distracting you?

- Something else.

- Share?

- I'm in love.

- Not

- Who else?

- Love?

- But you've said all along

- It was.

So what's changed?

There's a lot more to

her than I imagined.

Well, I hope

the oddly human moments

your father's

displaying last

if you're going to offer that

little snippet to him.

I'll choose my time.

Carefully.

What about Julian? You tell him?

Timing's all.

He's on the terrace,

if you want a punch up.

Don't stand there with

that pitying look on your face.

Say something or get to work.

How are you feeling?

Better now I'm at home.

Even more so once I'm back

at my desk.

Anything you want to tell me?

About?

I've got Gary Ford coming.

- Security?

- Unless there's another one.

-It's about certain erasures

from the security tapes.

- From the office?

- Here. The elevators.

Whose visits would your mother

rather remove from the record?

- Ask her.

- The eminent Julian Lee?

So Rebecca Konig wasn't lying.

She slid by the hospital.

You knew and didn't say. Yes?

YES?!

Yes.

The way I've kept things

going with you out,

I think I'm owed a pass.

Possibly.

What will you do about it?

Maybe if you'd shared, I would.

Go on, go make money.

And if you run to

your mother with this,

no free pass

in the world will save you.

Yay!

- There they are!

- Off you go.

(yells) Incoming m*ssile!

- Hello, poppet.

- Hey, Mrs. Grey.

- Daddy, let me come.

- Good on Daddy.

She didn't wanna stay at kindy

without you there.

I think you just wanted a swim.

- I do.

- I bet.

- Hey, David.

- Hey.

Why don't you go with Bella?

We'll be there in a tick.

Off you go.

Let's go. Come on, Bella!

What's the club's reaction

to the interview?

- That's not why I came.

- I'd still like to know.

The widow of one of the more

tragic figures of the game

and the mother of one of

its fallen heroes

highlights the problem

of players and drug use.

There's a flap.

Shouldn't you be

there dealing with it?

It's more important

I know you're OK.

I can handle the fuss

if I know you are.

I am.

Never tell them I said this.

It's only a game.

And you've sacrificed enough

for it.

- That smacks of revolt!

- Maybe.

You did what

you felt you had to do.

-(Carrie) Mrs. Grey! Watch!

Oh! Aren't you clever!

Here I come.

(they giggle)

Good girl! Good girl!

That's great!

- You wanted to see me?

- Yes.

- Should you be doing that?

- Should you be caring?

I assume this is something to do

with the visit

from security earlier?

- Julian Lee.

- What about him?

You screwed him here.

That's a first.

You've given me

a dilemma this time.

Being?

Do I destroy him, like the rest?

Or do I opt for gratitude?

I'm oddly inclined

toward the latter.

- I'm in no mood

- I haven't finished.

Do you know, nor am I,

since you've forced the issue.

Julian's as powerful in his

world as you are in yours.

He's beyond your reach, Phillip.

Destroy the man

who saved your life

and let's see what

the media make of it.

And I'll make sure they know.

So that's his purpose.

To challenge me

with a lover I can't hurt.

There's no purpose. No game.

He makes me feel things

I haven't felt

since you stopped being

my lover and became my jailer.

Just another boat docking

in your well-used harbour.

It's the real thing.

You threw me at him in

the misguided assumption

it would get you a place

on the transplant list.

Blame yourself.

Uh, you can go.

Do your worst.

I've stopped caring.

Our baby girls.

They never stop being your baby.

Yeah.

This might be way out of line,

but I have to. I want to.

Will you marry me?

You're joking.

(scoffs)

What?!

You must have guessed

how I feel.

You're a friend.

A very dear friend.

And Paul's best mate, I know.

Maybe that's

why I've said nothing.

I won't apologise

for my feelings.

I'm not asking you to.

I know this isn't how

you'd like it to go.

It's just not something

I've ever considered.

Right.

And the timing.

You'll be a prize

for any woman.

You're

Why now?

The feelings were there.

And I watched you,

through Danny and everything

and you've been amazing -

so brave and honest

and every time

Carrie runs up to you,

I think "I want her to be

Carrie's mum and my wife."

(chuckles)

That look doesn't make

saying it easy.

I'm trying to

find my feet, that's all.

- I do love you.

- (sighs)

I think

I think the thing is, we've only

ever held each other in grief.

Otherwise we've barely touched.

That's not a no, it's

We've never been out to dinner,

or to a movie or

We've never really been alone

together except in grief.

Yes.

What? You'll

Yes, David, I would

love to go to dinner with you.

It's a start.

I just need to see

if I can catch up.

Is that OK? So soon after?

Danny would understand.

I could do with the company.

That's not very romantic.

But under the circumstances,

it's the best I can do.

As long as it's OK

that I spoke.

- Yes!

- I appreciate your honesty.

Let's go help with

the sand castle.

Next Thursday. 7.30?

I haven't dined out

for a very long time.

(lock rattles)

I love you.

I love you too.

I miss you.

You're back.

Your aunt was boring me.

Bored I get. How are you?

Restored?

Rested.

"Rest, cures, religion

and pills." That song lyric?

I'm Still Here.

It's appropriate.

And are you? Fully present?

Well and truly.

If a seed I've

planted sprouts

The other night, with Phillip

Walford. Anything I've missed?

No, you first.

- What have you done?

- A touch of revenge.

You should try it some time.

It feels fabulous.

It does.

"Rest, cures,

religion and pills."

(bell chimes)

He says it's my fault!

He says that Mummy

will hate me if I tell.

Georgia, you can't say things

like that about your father.

But he does it. He does.

Help me.

-(man) Georgia.

Come in.

I'm fine out here.

So Mrs. Morris said.

I need your help. With Mummy.

This way! Over here!

You're sure you won't

stay for dinner?

Got to get little miss

home for bedtime.

Bella wants me to stay.

Oh! Whatever your Dad says.

She knows how to work an angle.

Come here.

See you Thursday night.

You will.

- Bye, sweetheart.

- See you later alligator.

- Thursday night?

- Hm.

- Any questions?

- It makes interesting reading.

Heart transplants are often

associated

with startling

changes in organ recipients.

I thought you were a rugby man?

Maybe it takes a second

shot at life

to appreciate the value

of the game.

Maybe it does.

Nanny says nap time.

Not a murmur!

- My God, you have changed.

- Or I'm just tired.

Leave it. I used it

in hospital to lull me to sleep.

(football commentary continues)

(football commentary echoes)

You're lucky to have a daughter

who cares so much.

I admit I find it

hard to move past my anger.

- Toward Phillip Walford?

- Who else?

Georgia's admitted her

feelings for Bart Walford.

She worries your animosity

may damage her chances.

You think I'd let her

marry into that cesspit.

Which is why she's

enlisted my aid.

It means a lot that she felt

she could come to me

for comfort in this

..given our past dealings.

And what do you get out of it?

Other than sucking on the teat

of human kindness.

It saddens me to see you

so brittle.

You'd have phoned

for simple counselling.

Your visit suggests an agenda.

A request.

(pours liquid)

Walford withdrew

all charitable support

after Gareth's funeral

and remains obdurate.

He's damaged my standing

with the Archbishop.

Georgia's promised to work

on that from within.

Ah. So she's your Trojan horse.

I'm simply suggesting

forgiveness,

so that the young folk

can find their way

to wherever the heart may lead.

With a nice slice

of the pie for God?

There'd be benefits for you.

- How so?

- Call it the flow-on effect.

A grateful daughter would

prop up your lifestyle.

- Yes?

- True.

As for revenge, let them

drag the Greeks into the city.

You can attack from within.

What would God

think of all this?

As long as the faithful

get their due.

Well?

Give me that old time religion.

-(Bella) That will be

so exciting!

He's been keen on you for ages.

Why didn't you say something?

- Are you blind?

- Clearly!

You're not old.

No, it's just I've never

thought of him in that light.

You're a hottie.

- Oh, please.

- And he's a fox.

You guys will

have a great night.

Don't let the rest of it

get in the way.

Unless you accepted

out of sympathy.

- Did you?

- Not entirely.

It's his timing that's suspect.

Is it sympathy?

It might be why he 'fessed up.

But like I said, he's been soppy

on you for a long time.

This is one thing

you are allowed to

make all about yourself.

- You're sure?

- Absolutely.

(Bella laughs)

- Chow's up.

- This cellular memory guff.

Everything you need

was in those papers.

There was a glancing reference

to the notion.

So you're trawling the internet?

Yeah. What do you make of it?

Why do you think it

was a glancing reference?

There's not a lot to support it.

But anecdotal evidence.

- Yes.

- A lot.

I wouldn't have taken you

for an "I'm adopting aspects

of my donor" type.

I'm doing a lot of things

I might not have done before.

- I want to know.

- You've got the reading.

If this heart is changing me,

I want know where it came from.

- It's not changing you.

- Who knows? I want to know.

There are strict rules

regarding that.

Screw the rules. I want a name.

Not a number, a name.

If someone is changing me

from within, I want to know who.

(scoffs) You can't be serious.

Deadly.