Surface (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

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Sophie, are you ready to begin?

Now, take me back.

You're getting to know your life,

your family, your husband.

Now the basics.

Coming home for the first time.

Hey. Let me take that.

Where were you before?

Look at me. It's okay.

Okay. Look at me.

It's okay.



You were in a coma.

Your name is Sophie Ellis.

And before that?

- Excuse me, are you Mr. Ellis?
- Yeah.

Is she gonna be okay?

- Are you her husband?
- Yeah, I'm her fucking husband.

Try to remember getting to the hospital.

Why didn't we take her to County?

Did you see the shirt I just cut off her?

Costs more than me and you make in a week.

Fucking bored rich people.

The rescue.

And the water.

You're falling.



You're falling.

Can you keep going?

Get back on that boat, Sophie.

Stay in it.

What did you see?

There was a man on the ferry.

Where on the ferry?

On the edge.

And what does seeing that man mean to you?

That maybe I didn't jump.

Maybe… I was pushed.

I'd like to be honest with you, Sophie.

- Is that all right?
- Of course.

The reason I'm asking is,

I don't think you're going to like
what I have to say.

I can't help but wonder if the man you saw

is just a manifestation
of your subconscious.

Another way to avoid taking responsibility
for your own actions.

I think it's hard to take responsibility
for a decision you don't remember making.

I know it is,

but continuing
to deny your own agency in this…

It only disempowers you.

I saw him.

This wasn't some figment
of my imagination.

Isn't there something else we can try?
Some experimental treatment

- or new therapy? Something more extreme.
- I'm sorry, Sophie.

There are no shortcuts,
no magic pill that's gonna fix this.

And any clinician
that tells you otherwise is a hack.

Okay, then what do you think
my subconscious is trying to tell me?

Let's say you're right.

A man pushed you from the ferry.

Who exactly do you think that man is?

I did a hypnotherapy session
with Hannah yesterday.

Really?

That doesn't seem like you.

Actually, it was my idea.

Revisiting the accident's supposed
to help me process my trauma.

What?

I mean, I just...
I thought we were past this.

I don't understand why you keep
putting yourself through it, is all.

I mean, is it... is it working?

Bringing up more questions than answers.

You have questions for me?

Go ahead.

Go ahead. I want to help.

Okay.

How long was I in the ICU?

Three weeks.

Okay, I was there every day.

Where were you when I woke up
in the hospital?

Well, the nurse sent me home to shower.

I was halfway there when they called
and said you'd woken up.

I ran a red light trying
to get back to you.

Nearly crashed the car, actually.

- Sorry.
- No, please. Keep going.

What were you doing in Portland
the day of the accident?

What?

Was it a business trip or...

No, it was a conference.
Yeah, I go every year.

What does my conference have
to do with your accident?

Just putting the pieces together.

I know it sounds random,

but every little bit
gets me closer to being whole.

Well, like I said,

I'm here to help, okay?

I better get going.

- See you tonight for dinner?
- Yeah.

Gloria. How you doing?
When's that surgery?

Stupid doctor postponed it a week.

You got a haircut.
It must be a new girl, huh?

To-go order. Three bean baleadas.

Got it.

Julio. Julio. Julio.

If this is about what I said to your boss,
I was just joking.

Don't even worry about it, man.
It's all good.

Okay.

But I am gonna need a favor
from you though,

from your other job.

- Look, man, I don't want any trouble.
- Then you won't get any.

I really need that job.
I make good tips over there.

Did I say I was asking?

- James Ellis's office.
- Hi, Victoria.

It's Sophie.

I am so sorry to bug you with this,

but I was just going through
all of our travel receipts,

and I seem to be missing some.

Hold on. Let me check.

Right, that's it. Portland.

I think it was four or five months ago.

I really don't want
to bother James with this.

- He's got so much on his plate.
- Doesn't ring a bell.

I think it was a conference?

I forget the name,
but he said he goes every year.

Maybe you have it?

Weird. Nothing's coming up.

He might have used his personal Amex.

You can ask him yourself.
He just walked out of a meeting.

- It's okay, I don't need to...
- Sophie.

Hey, Soph. What's up?

Babe?

You know what,

I think I just found
what I was looking for.

You sure?

Hey, you want to get takeout
from that Korean place on Geary tonight?

Yeah. That sounds good.

I'll call in the order.

Okay, see you soon.

Okay, bye.

You look nice today.

Thanks.

I've been meaning to get some new things

now that I'm getting out
of the house more, you know.

I tried
to buy something online today, actually.

Well, I mean, I can take you
shopping any time you want.

I was locked out of the accounts.

Amex, Chase, everything.

Look... I've…

I've been meaning to tell you.

I guess I just didn't really know how.

Tell me what?

After your accident…

I had to file for conservatorship.

And doctors, they all said the same thing.

It's a standard procedure
in a situation like ours.

And what kind of situation is that?

Sophie, you weren't capable
of making decisions on your own.

Medical, financial, or stuff like that.

I was trying to do the right thing.

It's not always so fucking clear
what that is these days.

I know.

But I'm better now.

Do you still think it's necessary?

It's not easy to unravel.

I mean, lawyers have to get involved.
The whole thing, it's...

It's a mess.

But if it's important to you…

then we'll figure something out.

Okay?

Good.

I wait at the same light,

make the same right turn every single day.

Sometimes I just feel like
I'm running in circles.

That sounds more honest.

I thought about what you said,
looking inward.

I've really been trying hard to do that.

I just want to feel like I belong.

I second-guess every decision I make

wondering if it's what the old me
would do.

Maybe I just need a change of scenery.

This whole fucking city's
surrounded by water.

Well, here's a thought.
Why don't you get out of the city?

You and James get away. Break the routine.

I'd love that.

In my professional opinion,
it'll be good for both of you.

I saw Hannah today.

It was good.

She had some really good ideas.

I don't think I've ever heard you
describe a session as good before.

I feel like I've been
stuck in a rut lately.

My whole life basically takes place
in this house or in therapy.

I didn't realize you felt so isolated.

- I wish you would've told me.
- You already do so much for me.

I just feel like we're both tired,
you know?

Hannah thought a change of scenery
might be good for me.

She suggested I take a break,
get out of town.

I thought I might do
a girls' trip with Caroline.

Just an overnight thing.

She said a break
would be good for you too.

I mean, you haven't spent
a night away from home since the accident.

Hannah says I'm making progress,

and you have no idea how hard it is
to get a compliment from her.

Well, what about our vacation home
in Marin?

You always liked it there.
It's quiet and secluded.

It sounds perfect.

You know me so well.

Oh, fuck.

You'll have to go over the bridge.

It's worth it.

I have to face my fears someday, right?

Would you rather fresh air?

No, this is good.

Are you sure you want to do this?
'Cause I'll be just as happy staying here.

- I'm good. Promise.
- Okay.

Well, just so you know,
I've engaged the safety locks

just in case we decide
to have a little repeat performance today.

If me jumping out of a cab on the freeway

is the worst thing that driver's seen
in San Francisco,

he hasn't driven long enough.

Breathe.

Just breathe.

You are not serious.

Oh, yeah, I'm serious.

And you better not
fucking leave me hanging.

Oh, my God.

- Doing real good.
- Thanks.

You've reached Sophie Ellis.
Leave a message.

- Morning, sir.
- Thanks.

You're late.

And you are hungover.

Ouch. Okay. We're touchy today, huh?

- Sophie good?
- Yep.

She left for Marin this morning
with Caroline.

Wait, what?
Sophie went to Marin without you?

Yeah. Her therapist thought
it'd be good for her, for us.

Well, fuck yeah. Doctor's right, man.
No, no, you deserve a break.

You've been at her beck and call
for months now.

Well, she's my wife.

Well, may not be my place to say, but

you've always been better to her
than she ever was to you, so…

You're right. It's not your place to say.

Oh, fuck. I'm sorry.

Just let me make it up to you.
Tonight. First round on me.

That disgusting Scotch you like
that tastes like the bottom of a bonfire.

- We're getting that?
- No, thanks.

Come on. I know you're psyched
to have the night off.

You're not staying home.
I'm not taking no for an answer!

It's so beautiful.

Hey, are there stables around here?

Yeah, probably.

Maybe we should go riding later.

On a horse?

Is that not… something we do?

You and me, on horses?

No.

We're more like,
the sit by the pool, drink rosé,

don't get the blowouts wet
kind of friends.

That's why I like you.

Welcome home, buttercup.

I'm sorry. You need the code.

Code is… "2448."

Well?

What do you think?

I love it.

Good. You always did.

Did I come here a lot?

Yeah.

Mostly by yourself.

Said you could hear yourself think here.

Oh, my God. These nouveau riche types.

They keep coming to the gallery
looking for obscure art.

Who knew selling art
meant exclusively talking to people

who know nothing about art?

Okay.

I have to finish this deal.
It shouldn't take more than an hour.

Do you mind? And then I'm all yours.

It's no problem.

I wanted to take a walk anyway.

Okay, good.

Enjoy.

Are you here to ride?

Yeah.

You have a horse I can take out today?

Yeah.

Hi.

Whenever you're ready.

Hey, look, you're a pro.

Come on, boy. Let's go.

Tess!

- Yes.
- Surprise.

You know I hate surprises, right?

Yeah, I don't recall you
hating box seats, though?

- Wait, you got box seats?
- Warriors, Lakers, baby.

Steph. Bron-Bron.

You owe me big fucking time, man.

Fuck.

I haven't been anywhere in months.

Yeah. Exactly.

I was… just doing some work.

Of course you were.

Will you just go put on some real clothes?
We're going out.

Is that everything?

It's all there.
GPS coordinates, dates, times.

Everywhere he's been
for the last six months.

Hey, I put a little extra in there
for your mom's surgery.

Make sure she gets it, all right?

Sophie?

Oh, my God. Thank God!
Where have you been?

I just... I lost track of time.

What's going on? Are you okay?

I rode a horse.

Like, you just decided to ride a horse?

I think I might have done it before.

Do you think that's possible?

I don't know. Do you?

Sometimes I have these dreams.
Maybe they're not dreams.

I don't know.

What else would they be?

Memories?

- Please don't be upset with me.
- Oh, no. God, I'm not upset with you.

I'm just so happy you're okay.

I'm fine.

Look, let's just forget about it
and have a drink.

- Please?
- Guess who found the wine cellar?

Nice! We're up by three.

Yeah.

I paid, like, $1,600 for this box.

James fucking Wiseman
is on pace for a triple-double.

But I guess your phone is just
way more interesting.

What are you eating?

There's like a butler
with a whole cart of desserts out there.

Oh, come on! Are you serious?

Hey, what happened to no phones?

Shut up. It's from the office.

Wow, looks like it was
sent to all the partners.

What about?

Internal auditing department
has found a major discrepancy.

Big chunk of the firm's money went out,
and now it's unaccounted for.

Wait, that doesn't make sense.

We've received
the quarterly financial statements

from every company we've invested
in this year.

But investments reported
don't match our books.

Total's off.

By how much?

Millions.

They wanna see everybody
in the morning, for a meeting.

Good.

You know what?

I bet it's one of fucking Todd's clients.

Remember last time?
The guy's a fucking idiot.

They'll figure it out.

Oh, fuck!

I feel awful saying it, but…

I'm more relaxed here
than I've ever been with him.

He has these… expectations.

That I should
act the same way I did before.

But I don't know who that is.
What she's like.

So instead, I'm just
walking on eggshells the whole time.

Yeah. I get it. I mean, sort of, you know.

I can't spend a week with the same guy,
never mind five months.

And a lifetime? Please.

Can I ask you a question now?

You're my best friend, right?

Sophie, of course.

So what was I really like? Before.

You were interesting.

You were skeptical and… complicated.

Complicated?

Well, you just didn't really
open up a lot.

Like, you preferred
hearing other people's stories.

I think it took me a year or two
before you really gave me the time of day.

What?

You are the one who's
supposed to know me best,

and you're saying you didn't really
know me at all.

No. That's not what I'm saying.
I'm… just saying, you didn't…

talk about deep things.

Your feelings. And neither did I.

And… you know what?

Maybe we should've.

Sorry, I should just stop talking.

No, I'm a big girl. I can handle it.

Okay.

What do you wanna know?

Me and James.

What was the connection?

He was loyal and stable and devoted.

And it seemed like those things
meant a lot to you.

And our marriage?

We were happy?

No, I...

I don't really know how to answer that.

I must've said something.

Yeah, n... Your marriage was multifaceted.
It just had layers.

Meaning, we had secrets?

No. That's not what I'm saying.
Just… every marriage has issues.

But you know something.

No, I don't. You should ask him.

I'm asking you.

Well, you know, one time,
I thought that you were maybe

seeing someone else.

But, even if you did,
I wouldn't have judged you.

We all make mistakes.

Did James think I was
having an affair too?

I have no idea.

And even if I did, I never would have
discussed it with him.

I was your friend.

If he did know,
what would he have done about it?

Listen, I…

Okay, I never thought
that James was perfect.

But I know he loves you.

More than anything.

How was it?

We had fun.

What about you?

Honestly,

the house felt very empty without you.

So…

Come on, James.

Where the fuck are you?

Not in Portland.

- Caroline?
- Upstairs.

Okay.

No, you don't get it.
She's been acting weird, James.

No, you're not listening.
She's remembering things.

She's starting to
ask questions I can't answer.

No.

James, I'm telling you.
We have to get our stories straight here.

Jesus.

I told you to leave me alone.

Look, it's not like that, okay?

I saw you, camping outside my house.
Following me.

I know. I wanted you
to know I was there, just in case.

You were right.

I can't trust anyone.

Your husband's alibi is a lie.

He was never in Portland.

I know.

Where the fuck was he?

Come with me.

I'll tell you everything I know.