Flowers (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Episode #1.6 - full transcript
The family is fractured as Deborah considers her future and Maurice and the twins struggle without her. Barry gives Maurice a shock while Deborah discovers something that calls everything into question.
Deborah!
Deborah!
I've come to...
I've come to hand in my notice!
I know I'm...
Poison!
- Help!
Deborah!
- Help!
She got struck by a lightning
bolt. She's gone weird.
Quick. Go and get blankets and water.
It's OK. It's OK.
Come on.
Gently down. Now tuck her in,
keep her warm. Come on, that's it.
Donald, this is probably a
good time to tell you...
that I slept with your mother.
Hope that's OK.
Come on!
Hello?
- 'Good morning, Mrs Flower,'
'I have your husband on the
phone. Shall I put him through?'
Oh, God, erm... No, thank you.
I understand. Shall I tell
him you'll call him back?
'I'm afraid she's not in her room at
the moment. Can I take a message?'
Er, no, don't worry.
I'll call back in a bit.
So she did check in, then?
'She did, yes.'
OK. Thank you.
- 'Deborah?'
- Dad?
- Donald. - 'When did you get
back?' - Er, I don't know.
Well, what have you been doing? I
left a massive note on the table.
Er...
What's... what's happened?
It says on the note!
Can I speak to Mum, please?
'Er, she's at the hotel still.'
What? Why is she at the
hotel when you're there?
Is Amy OK?
I don't know. She's... she's not speaking.
- Should I come? - 'Yes,
obviously! You're such a shit dad.'
OK. Sorry.
Amy told me what you did. I
think it's really selfish.
What kind of twat tries to top himself
when he's got a family to look after?!
Shun, you got to drive me to the hospital!
OK. Can I have little
coffee first? Very tired.
No. There's no time.
I've fucked it, Shun.
I've fucked everything.
- Ahh... - Come on! - OK, Mr Flowers.
I think Mrs Flowers not happy to see
me. I think you should go to hotel.
Just try and intercept it.
It's in a green plastic bag.
Dark green plastic bag.
Dark green? Or green?
Well, you know, drab green.
- Drab green, like the tree.
- Olive green. Khaki.
Car key?
Wha...? It's a green plastic bag.
OK. No problem.
It was a stupid idea. I
want to do this properly.
- Do you want me to tell
her about thunderbolt? - No.
I don't want her to even
know that you're there.
OK. Interception mission.
- I need you to be cunning and discreet,
OK? Can you do that for me? - Yes.
What is that?
Cunning.
OK.
- Yes.
- Yeah.
Ah, Maurice, I need to
have a word with you.
- What are you doing here?
- I want to show you where Audrey died.
- No, Barry, it's not a good time.
- It's not a request.
You are hurting Deborah and
it's making me very angry.
- I need to get to my kids.
- Yes, I know. I brought them here.
Where are you taking me?
Deborah is the purest, most giving,
patient lady I have ever met
and here you are moaning about
climbing a flight of stairs.
Did she jump off the roof?
No, she just... She came up
here so no-one would stop her.
I was in the canteen buying
a cheese slice and an apple.
I say apple because that's
why I had this knife.
Oh, OK, Barry, just calm down.
Apples were the one thing she would
eat that were actually good for her.
But she wouldn't eat them
unless I sliced them first.
- Why do you need such a big knife to slice
up an apple? - It's just what I had to hand.
You're not at your most practical when your
wife's tried to kill herself again. You know?
- Fair enough. You want to put the
knife down? - It was Christmas.
So I made her an eggnog,
because I thought,
"Well, you know, she deserves a treat"
"but she won't be getting too
carried away with the eggnog."
- Because it's quite rich isn't it?
- Erm, yeah.
She drank eight litres of it while
I was busy with the sprouts.
- Why did you make eight litres of it?
- I just got the quantities wrong
so I... I had to keep adding ingredients
to-to balance it out.
And she must have found
this in the bag because...
they discovered her...
.. oh, round about here.
And she'd obviously been
squirming for a while
because there was blood everywhere.
And all her insides were out, like
big sloppy wires all tangled up,
like, you know, when you can't
see where the knots are.
Except this was my wife.
So I carry this knife
with me at all times.
And do you know why I
carry it with me, Maurice?
Barry, whatever you want, you can have it.
I just need to get to my daughter now.
I carry it with me to remind
me that it was hard...
.. because if I didn't remember
how hard it was I don't think
I could cope with her
not being here any more.
It was exhausting, actually.
So I can't ever know
how you feel, Maurice.
But I know how Deborah feels.
I know how she would have felt.
I keep saying to myself, "It
will go away soon, this feeling",
"after a few months, few years perhaps."
But it never does.
This is what you leave behind.
So, this tree is another kind of
oak, but it's a different oak.
A Quercus robur, ie, a pedunculate oak.
And the acorns, you'll
notice, have a longer stalk...
than the Cornish oak.
Boring!
Follow me, please.
So...
.. tree like this will have 300
different species of insects.
- Shush, Maurice!
- So if you are of a sensitive disposition,
you'd better watch out, cos
they're going to get you.
You here on your own?
I'm happily divorced.
Oh, congratulations.
The oak...
God, I hate to think now. It was dreadful.
- Was it?
- It was awful.
Miserable.
Years and years of misery and boredom.
And his stupid face looking at me.
Disgusting.
Do you know what really pushed
me over the edge? His toes.
His toes?
Yeah, God. I just suddenly couldn't
stand the sight of his fucking toes.
Deborah!
Maurice! What are you doing?
Maurice, stop it.
Follow me, please.
I want you scrunched as tightly
as the fruit of a Quercus petraea!
OK! This is an ash.
How do I know it's an ash?
Because of the mould...
Why are you holding a knife?
Barry gave it to me.
Why is Barry even the
one looking after us?
I know. I'm sorry, Donald. Donald...
- What?
- Thank you.
For looking after Amy.
For putting up with me.
And for calling me a shit dad.
Well, it's not a compliment.
I know that. That's why
I'm saying thank you.
And the tooth fairy's not real.
Why are you telling me that now?
I was going to tell you at some point,
but I just never got round to it.
- What about Father Christmas?
- Father Christmas is real.
Tooth fairy and the
Easter bunny are made up.
But Father Christmas is real.
Only joking. I know he's dead.
Good morning, madam.
Good afternoon. Can I help you?
What is this lovely smell? Is it crumpets?
They're serving lunch at the moment.
I love butter so much. My name
is Mr Flowers. English gentleman.
I'm here for my wife.
Really? You sound quite different
to how you do on the phone.
Are you sure?
Maybe you are confused because
my face is little bit Japanese.
But normally my accent is perfect.
Have you any identification?
No, no. I like to travel with
minimum, how shall I say...?
But, er, Mrs Flowers
is definitely my wife.
I'm here for romantic
surprise. If you please.
Ah, Mrs Flower, I have your husband here.
Er, no, that's not my husband.
Has he sent you here
to beg me to come back?
Because it's pathetic if he has.
And what are you wearing? Have
you come here as some kind of spy?
No, Mrs Flowers.
What are you up to?
Nothing.
Why do you keep looking at the bag?
I'm not looking at the
bag. Looking at duvet.
You're looking at the duvet?
Yes. Lovely pattern.
Wonder how many feather...
Shun, why are you here really?
Excuse me.
Fucking shit-brain. Disaster.
What are you doing?
Are you all right?
- Oh, Shun, I'm sorry.
- Sorry, Mrs Flowers.
I'm sorry. I know you're
only trying to help.
I'm so stupid.
You look very tired.
Yes, very tired.
I'm very hungry.
Well, look, have these.
Sorry, Mrs Flowers.
Thank you.
All butter.
Everything always all butter in England.
Shun.
I don't know if I'm coming back.
I need some time to think about it.
But it's my decision. Do you understand?
Yes, Mrs Flowers.
But I do appreciate everything
you've done for my family.
And thank you for looking
after my husband.
No problem, Mrs Flowers.
And can you remember how it happened?
I was trying to cycle
away from some pelicans.
Pardon?
I was trying to cycle over a bridge.
That's right. And can you
remember how you got here?
No.
Sorry.
I saved you.
Do you know who these people are?
Erm...
you're Dr Grey.
You looked after my nana.
This is my dad.
I don't know who that is, though.
Amy, it's me.
Look.
Look at my face.
Is he the guy that came to
fix the damp or something?
OK, I think she's pulling our leg.
Oh, thank God for that.
Great one!
As soon as she wakes up!
Still a bitch!
Maybe I shouldn't have been such a hero.
Maybe I should have left you to die!
- Why are you holding my hand? That's weird.
- To say thank you.
'We're ready. Dad, it's me.'
- 'Come on, we're ready.'
- 'Just a sec.'
- 'Maurice, what are you doing?' - 'I'm just
recording.' - 'Just take the photograph.'
'What are you doing?'
'OK, everybody, spades down,
we're going to go for a swim!'
'Is that a walking rock?'
- 'No, darling, that's a crab.'
- 'Ha-ha, idiot.'
'Donald.'
- 'Amy's hurting me!'
- 'Put him down, Amy.'
'Stop it! Get off!'
'Maurice, get the happiness machine.'
Is it working?
You feeling the happiness?
Not sure I'm the most
plentiful source, but still.
There's something there.
Help yourself, obviously.
What's the matter?
Come here. Come here.
'It's 2.30am on Tuesday the...
'Hi, Deborah. Hi...
'Hi, Deborah.
'If you're listening to this,
'then I probably haven't managed
to tell you in person, or...
'.. maybe I'm dead or something.
'Erm...
'I love you.
'I love you.
'I'm sorry that I'm a coward.
'That I'm not a good husband to you
'and that I'm not a
good father to our kids.
'And I'm sorry for being such
a difficult part of your life.
'I'm sorry for lying to
you about my mother...
'.. because my mother
didn't try to hang herself.
- 'I - tried to hang
myself in our garden,
'and I didn't know how
to tell you, so here I am.
'On a fucking tape...
'.. which is not how I wanted to do it.
'And just please know that I'm not
unhappy because of you, I'm just...
'This is just who I am, I guess,
and I don't know how to change that.
'I don't know how...
'I don't know what I
can do to make it stop.
'Every morning I wake up...
'.. and the first thing I
think of is killing myself.
'I feel exhausted all of the time.
'I find it impossible to get any
kind of pleasure from anything,
'even when I think of the things
that should make me the happiest...
'when I think of our love,
'of our children and everything
that we've ever done together.
'It's as if I had a set
amount of life assigned to me
'and I've used it all up.
'There's nothing left.'
Madam?
- Is everything OK?
- Yes, thank you. Sorry.
Your pancakes.
Oh, they look delicious.
Thank you.
Oh, I didn't order that.
It's from the gentleman over there.
- Hello?
- Hello, Mrs Flower.
I'm afraid I've got your
husband on the phone again.
Shall I put him through this time?
Erm... yeah, put him through.
Hi.
Hi.
How are you?
I'm OK. How are you?
I'm OK.
How's the hotel?
It's very nice.
What have you been doing?
Well, today, I went for a walk.
Good.
And then I had some pancakes.
Pancakes. Very nice.
And some berries?
Yeah.
Well, good.
Listen, I'm sorry for...
Well...
.. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I left you
at the petrol station.
No. No.
It's good that you did in a way, maybe.
Maybe, yeah.
Has Shun been in touch at all?
No, sorry.
OK, well,
I do have something I need to say to
you, but I want to do it in person,
if that's OK with you.
OK.
I'd really appreciate it if
we could find time to do that.
When you're ready, of course.
Sure.
Also...
don't panic, but...
.. I'm in the hospital.
She's fine now, but Amy has
been struck by a lightning bolt.
♪ Watch the
♪ Pigs come home
♪ Unfettered
♪ Hear the
♪ Clatter of bones
♪ I'm right
♪ In front
♪ Of you
♪ I'm right
♪ In front
♪ Of you
♪ With every colour of love
♪ In your eyes
♪ With every colour of love
♪ In your eyes. ♪
From a weird reverie of dark revelation,
Mr Grubb woke up with a strange sensation.
So he turned to the goblin
who knew him the best,
and brought her soft hands
to the depths of his chest.
It would beep through the future
as it beeped through the past.
But how frightening to ponder
when it's beating that fast.
Mrs Grubb said, "Be careful,
or your poor heart might pop."
"I know," said her husband,
"I don't want it to stop."
Deborah!
I've come to...
I've come to hand in my notice!
I know I'm...
Poison!
- Help!
Deborah!
- Help!
She got struck by a lightning
bolt. She's gone weird.
Quick. Go and get blankets and water.
It's OK. It's OK.
Come on.
Gently down. Now tuck her in,
keep her warm. Come on, that's it.
Donald, this is probably a
good time to tell you...
that I slept with your mother.
Hope that's OK.
Come on!
Hello?
- 'Good morning, Mrs Flower,'
'I have your husband on the
phone. Shall I put him through?'
Oh, God, erm... No, thank you.
I understand. Shall I tell
him you'll call him back?
'I'm afraid she's not in her room at
the moment. Can I take a message?'
Er, no, don't worry.
I'll call back in a bit.
So she did check in, then?
'She did, yes.'
OK. Thank you.
- 'Deborah?'
- Dad?
- Donald. - 'When did you get
back?' - Er, I don't know.
Well, what have you been doing? I
left a massive note on the table.
Er...
What's... what's happened?
It says on the note!
Can I speak to Mum, please?
'Er, she's at the hotel still.'
What? Why is she at the
hotel when you're there?
Is Amy OK?
I don't know. She's... she's not speaking.
- Should I come? - 'Yes,
obviously! You're such a shit dad.'
OK. Sorry.
Amy told me what you did. I
think it's really selfish.
What kind of twat tries to top himself
when he's got a family to look after?!
Shun, you got to drive me to the hospital!
OK. Can I have little
coffee first? Very tired.
No. There's no time.
I've fucked it, Shun.
I've fucked everything.
- Ahh... - Come on! - OK, Mr Flowers.
I think Mrs Flowers not happy to see
me. I think you should go to hotel.
Just try and intercept it.
It's in a green plastic bag.
Dark green plastic bag.
Dark green? Or green?
Well, you know, drab green.
- Drab green, like the tree.
- Olive green. Khaki.
Car key?
Wha...? It's a green plastic bag.
OK. No problem.
It was a stupid idea. I
want to do this properly.
- Do you want me to tell
her about thunderbolt? - No.
I don't want her to even
know that you're there.
OK. Interception mission.
- I need you to be cunning and discreet,
OK? Can you do that for me? - Yes.
What is that?
Cunning.
OK.
- Yes.
- Yeah.
Ah, Maurice, I need to
have a word with you.
- What are you doing here?
- I want to show you where Audrey died.
- No, Barry, it's not a good time.
- It's not a request.
You are hurting Deborah and
it's making me very angry.
- I need to get to my kids.
- Yes, I know. I brought them here.
Where are you taking me?
Deborah is the purest, most giving,
patient lady I have ever met
and here you are moaning about
climbing a flight of stairs.
Did she jump off the roof?
No, she just... She came up
here so no-one would stop her.
I was in the canteen buying
a cheese slice and an apple.
I say apple because that's
why I had this knife.
Oh, OK, Barry, just calm down.
Apples were the one thing she would
eat that were actually good for her.
But she wouldn't eat them
unless I sliced them first.
- Why do you need such a big knife to slice
up an apple? - It's just what I had to hand.
You're not at your most practical when your
wife's tried to kill herself again. You know?
- Fair enough. You want to put the
knife down? - It was Christmas.
So I made her an eggnog,
because I thought,
"Well, you know, she deserves a treat"
"but she won't be getting too
carried away with the eggnog."
- Because it's quite rich isn't it?
- Erm, yeah.
She drank eight litres of it while
I was busy with the sprouts.
- Why did you make eight litres of it?
- I just got the quantities wrong
so I... I had to keep adding ingredients
to-to balance it out.
And she must have found
this in the bag because...
they discovered her...
.. oh, round about here.
And she'd obviously been
squirming for a while
because there was blood everywhere.
And all her insides were out, like
big sloppy wires all tangled up,
like, you know, when you can't
see where the knots are.
Except this was my wife.
So I carry this knife
with me at all times.
And do you know why I
carry it with me, Maurice?
Barry, whatever you want, you can have it.
I just need to get to my daughter now.
I carry it with me to remind
me that it was hard...
.. because if I didn't remember
how hard it was I don't think
I could cope with her
not being here any more.
It was exhausting, actually.
So I can't ever know
how you feel, Maurice.
But I know how Deborah feels.
I know how she would have felt.
I keep saying to myself, "It
will go away soon, this feeling",
"after a few months, few years perhaps."
But it never does.
This is what you leave behind.
So, this tree is another kind of
oak, but it's a different oak.
A Quercus robur, ie, a pedunculate oak.
And the acorns, you'll
notice, have a longer stalk...
than the Cornish oak.
Boring!
Follow me, please.
So...
.. tree like this will have 300
different species of insects.
- Shush, Maurice!
- So if you are of a sensitive disposition,
you'd better watch out, cos
they're going to get you.
You here on your own?
I'm happily divorced.
Oh, congratulations.
The oak...
God, I hate to think now. It was dreadful.
- Was it?
- It was awful.
Miserable.
Years and years of misery and boredom.
And his stupid face looking at me.
Disgusting.
Do you know what really pushed
me over the edge? His toes.
His toes?
Yeah, God. I just suddenly couldn't
stand the sight of his fucking toes.
Deborah!
Maurice! What are you doing?
Maurice, stop it.
Follow me, please.
I want you scrunched as tightly
as the fruit of a Quercus petraea!
OK! This is an ash.
How do I know it's an ash?
Because of the mould...
Why are you holding a knife?
Barry gave it to me.
Why is Barry even the
one looking after us?
I know. I'm sorry, Donald. Donald...
- What?
- Thank you.
For looking after Amy.
For putting up with me.
And for calling me a shit dad.
Well, it's not a compliment.
I know that. That's why
I'm saying thank you.
And the tooth fairy's not real.
Why are you telling me that now?
I was going to tell you at some point,
but I just never got round to it.
- What about Father Christmas?
- Father Christmas is real.
Tooth fairy and the
Easter bunny are made up.
But Father Christmas is real.
Only joking. I know he's dead.
Good morning, madam.
Good afternoon. Can I help you?
What is this lovely smell? Is it crumpets?
They're serving lunch at the moment.
I love butter so much. My name
is Mr Flowers. English gentleman.
I'm here for my wife.
Really? You sound quite different
to how you do on the phone.
Are you sure?
Maybe you are confused because
my face is little bit Japanese.
But normally my accent is perfect.
Have you any identification?
No, no. I like to travel with
minimum, how shall I say...?
But, er, Mrs Flowers
is definitely my wife.
I'm here for romantic
surprise. If you please.
Ah, Mrs Flower, I have your husband here.
Er, no, that's not my husband.
Has he sent you here
to beg me to come back?
Because it's pathetic if he has.
And what are you wearing? Have
you come here as some kind of spy?
No, Mrs Flowers.
What are you up to?
Nothing.
Why do you keep looking at the bag?
I'm not looking at the
bag. Looking at duvet.
You're looking at the duvet?
Yes. Lovely pattern.
Wonder how many feather...
Shun, why are you here really?
Excuse me.
Fucking shit-brain. Disaster.
What are you doing?
Are you all right?
- Oh, Shun, I'm sorry.
- Sorry, Mrs Flowers.
I'm sorry. I know you're
only trying to help.
I'm so stupid.
You look very tired.
Yes, very tired.
I'm very hungry.
Well, look, have these.
Sorry, Mrs Flowers.
Thank you.
All butter.
Everything always all butter in England.
Shun.
I don't know if I'm coming back.
I need some time to think about it.
But it's my decision. Do you understand?
Yes, Mrs Flowers.
But I do appreciate everything
you've done for my family.
And thank you for looking
after my husband.
No problem, Mrs Flowers.
And can you remember how it happened?
I was trying to cycle
away from some pelicans.
Pardon?
I was trying to cycle over a bridge.
That's right. And can you
remember how you got here?
No.
Sorry.
I saved you.
Do you know who these people are?
Erm...
you're Dr Grey.
You looked after my nana.
This is my dad.
I don't know who that is, though.
Amy, it's me.
Look.
Look at my face.
Is he the guy that came to
fix the damp or something?
OK, I think she's pulling our leg.
Oh, thank God for that.
Great one!
As soon as she wakes up!
Still a bitch!
Maybe I shouldn't have been such a hero.
Maybe I should have left you to die!
- Why are you holding my hand? That's weird.
- To say thank you.
'We're ready. Dad, it's me.'
- 'Come on, we're ready.'
- 'Just a sec.'
- 'Maurice, what are you doing?' - 'I'm just
recording.' - 'Just take the photograph.'
'What are you doing?'
'OK, everybody, spades down,
we're going to go for a swim!'
'Is that a walking rock?'
- 'No, darling, that's a crab.'
- 'Ha-ha, idiot.'
'Donald.'
- 'Amy's hurting me!'
- 'Put him down, Amy.'
'Stop it! Get off!'
'Maurice, get the happiness machine.'
Is it working?
You feeling the happiness?
Not sure I'm the most
plentiful source, but still.
There's something there.
Help yourself, obviously.
What's the matter?
Come here. Come here.
'It's 2.30am on Tuesday the...
'Hi, Deborah. Hi...
'Hi, Deborah.
'If you're listening to this,
'then I probably haven't managed
to tell you in person, or...
'.. maybe I'm dead or something.
'Erm...
'I love you.
'I love you.
'I'm sorry that I'm a coward.
'That I'm not a good husband to you
'and that I'm not a
good father to our kids.
'And I'm sorry for being such
a difficult part of your life.
'I'm sorry for lying to
you about my mother...
'.. because my mother
didn't try to hang herself.
- 'I - tried to hang
myself in our garden,
'and I didn't know how
to tell you, so here I am.
'On a fucking tape...
'.. which is not how I wanted to do it.
'And just please know that I'm not
unhappy because of you, I'm just...
'This is just who I am, I guess,
and I don't know how to change that.
'I don't know how...
'I don't know what I
can do to make it stop.
'Every morning I wake up...
'.. and the first thing I
think of is killing myself.
'I feel exhausted all of the time.
'I find it impossible to get any
kind of pleasure from anything,
'even when I think of the things
that should make me the happiest...
'when I think of our love,
'of our children and everything
that we've ever done together.
'It's as if I had a set
amount of life assigned to me
'and I've used it all up.
'There's nothing left.'
Madam?
- Is everything OK?
- Yes, thank you. Sorry.
Your pancakes.
Oh, they look delicious.
Thank you.
Oh, I didn't order that.
It's from the gentleman over there.
- Hello?
- Hello, Mrs Flower.
I'm afraid I've got your
husband on the phone again.
Shall I put him through this time?
Erm... yeah, put him through.
Hi.
Hi.
How are you?
I'm OK. How are you?
I'm OK.
How's the hotel?
It's very nice.
What have you been doing?
Well, today, I went for a walk.
Good.
And then I had some pancakes.
Pancakes. Very nice.
And some berries?
Yeah.
Well, good.
Listen, I'm sorry for...
Well...
.. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I left you
at the petrol station.
No. No.
It's good that you did in a way, maybe.
Maybe, yeah.
Has Shun been in touch at all?
No, sorry.
OK, well,
I do have something I need to say to
you, but I want to do it in person,
if that's OK with you.
OK.
I'd really appreciate it if
we could find time to do that.
When you're ready, of course.
Sure.
Also...
don't panic, but...
.. I'm in the hospital.
She's fine now, but Amy has
been struck by a lightning bolt.
♪ Watch the
♪ Pigs come home
♪ Unfettered
♪ Hear the
♪ Clatter of bones
♪ I'm right
♪ In front
♪ Of you
♪ I'm right
♪ In front
♪ Of you
♪ With every colour of love
♪ In your eyes
♪ With every colour of love
♪ In your eyes. ♪
From a weird reverie of dark revelation,
Mr Grubb woke up with a strange sensation.
So he turned to the goblin
who knew him the best,
and brought her soft hands
to the depths of his chest.
It would beep through the future
as it beeped through the past.
But how frightening to ponder
when it's beating that fast.
Mrs Grubb said, "Be careful,
or your poor heart might pop."
"I know," said her husband,
"I don't want it to stop."