Without You (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

Sorry.

Um, do take a seat.

Thanks.

Yes, I'm sorry
to have to tell you,

but Milena died in a car crash.

Oh, my God.

No one told you?

I was away traveling.

Were you a close friend
of Milena's?

No.
Well, um, you know, sort of.

I-I didn't see her that often.



Figures. She didn't have
many female friends.

Oh, Beth.

I was her friend.
We were great friends.

She was with a man
when she died.

He was married, apparently.

Pity the poor wife.

Did you know him?
The man she died with?

None of us had ever
heard of him, the loser.

Beth!

He was younger than her,
apparently.

- In his 30s.
- How do you take it?

Um, s-sorry.

Uh, milk, no sugar.
Thanks.

How did she know him?



Probably some online loser.

Milena didn't need to do
online dating.

She had no trouble
attracting men.

- Oh!
- Oh!

- Bollocksing bollocks!
- Give me strength!

I'll clean it up!
Bloody hell.

She's my goddaughter.

Oh, condolence cards
I need to reply to

on top of everything else.

I need a drink.

You probably need one too
after that news.

Would you like to join me?

It was all just
such a terrible shock.

Hugo rang us with the news.
He works with David, my husband.

Oh, you know Hugo, of course.
Milena's husband.

I only met him
a-a couple of times.

- Oh, no, thanks.
- Oh.

I drink too much.

You've got a lot on your plate.
You just lost a good friend.

Ah. We'd fallen out, actually,
Milena and me.

Not long before she died.

Why?

I'm sorry, I really don't
know you well enough.

I didn't mean to pry.

Oh, I need to get back.

I'd really like
to talk some more.

I'm sorry to have been
the bearer of such bad news.

It was nice to meet you.

Frances!
Wait!

Do you need some help
going through Milena's stuff?

What?

I don't want to be rude,

but you look like
you could do with some help,

and I'm an office manager.

Well, I was
before I went t-traveling.

That's fine, thank you,
I'll manage.

No, but, um, Milena said
she might be able to help

'cause, um, I want to get into
P.R. events, party planning.

I hope you don't think
I'm being inappropriate.

I'm not even asking for money.

I just -- I want to do this
for Milena.

Look, I'm sorry, but I don't...

I mean, why would you do that?

I had a really awful breakup
with someone,

and she was there for me.

She cared much more
than she ever let on.

You know what, Gwen?

I think you just might be
the answer to my prayers.

Do you remember
that night we met?

Pub quiz night.
We were on opposing teams.

I was on the winning team.

I really let the team down
that night.

You know why?

I took one look at you,

I turned to Fergus,
and I said...

"That's the girl
I'm gonna marry."

You, on the other hand,
you didn't even notice me.

No, I did.
I thought you were funny.

How did you know I was
the girl you were gonna marry?

I just knew.

And when you met Milena,
did you take one look at her

and say, "That's the girl
I'm gonna shag"?!

Right.
Where were we?

- Shall I use Milena's desk?
- Oh, yeah, be my guest.

These are for the Saunders' do.
They're the swatches they want.

Um, these for the curtains
and these for the walls.

And, um,
is that your handwriting?

Mm-hmm.
- What does it say?

"Dentist appointment."

Well, don't just
write it down -- tell me.

I need to know.

We're we gonna be
short-staffed that day now.

All, right, sorry.
I'll tell you next time.

What's the name
of your accountant?

- What?
- There's piles of invoices here.

Oh, yes.
Um...

Sorry. Stupid.
What's his name?

Milena did most of
the accounting business.

Um, begins with an "M."

Ma.
Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma.

Ah, Maybank.
That's it. Alan Maybank.

Do you want his e-mail?

- No. No rush.
- Okay.

Um, can you pop these menus
back to Johnny?

Tell him I want set menu B
but with the salmon.

That's for the Saunders' do
on the 17th.

60 covers, yeah?

Will you remember that,

or do you need me
to write it down for you?

Maybe you should get
the new girl to do it for you.

- Who's this?
- Hmm?

Well, I know
she liked them young, but...

Well, it's Jake.

Milena must have
mentioned Jake to you.

Her son? He's in America,
at university there.

Yes, her son.

She adored him.

He came back for the funeral.
He's absolutely devastated.

She literally never stopped
talking about him.

Simply Milena.

Oh, can you hold on a moment?

Beth!

Greg!

I give you
Mr. and Mrs. Manning!

Hiya.
Sorry we're not in.

Leave a message
for Ellie or Greg.

Hi, Ellie. It's Gwen here.
Where are you?

We're meant to be going
to Joe and Alison's tomorrow.

Oh, you absolutely cannot have
a home birth,

not with your first child.

We'll go to the hospital if
there's complications, won't we?

I don't think
you're gonna get through

with a little bit of lavender
oil and some chanting.

You're gonna be crying out
for drugs, Gemma, crying out.

Don't frighten her, Alison.

No, uh, hello,
I'm doing her a favor.

I feel like the elephant
in the room.

Ellie the elephant.

More wine, kiddo?

Yeah.

You're not eating, Ellie.

Um...

N-No, I am.
It's lovely, thank you.

Look at you.
You've got to eat, love.

We don't want you getting
too super skinny, do we?

Isn't that the fashion
these days?

Uh, yeah.

Oh, we should talk about
your birthday, Ellie.

- Yeah.
- Let's do that.

Um, I don't really
want to do anything this year.

- Oh, don't be daft.
- Come on. Do a lovely dinner.

I don't want to do anything
this year.

I want to be at home with Greg.

For God's sake.

Tell her, Gwen.

Tell me what?

We're worried about you, love.

You've been avoiding us.

I've been ringing you every day.
W-Where have you been?

I haven't been anywhere.

Have you thought about
going back to work?

No, I'm not ready yet.

Gwen's found you a shrink.

Fergus!

- You idiot.
- S-She's not a shrink.

She's more of a grief counselor.

And she's lovely.

I just...

We just think...

We just think you could use
a bit of help right now, love.

- Oh...
- Oh, Ellie, come on.

- Ellie.
- Ellie.

Go and talk to her, Joe.
She's in a state.

She isn't a shrink!

Greg?

Aah!

What are you trying to do?
Are you trying to scare me?

I was thinking about
what you said the other day

when you barged into my house

and asked me
if I missed my wife.

You have to understand,
Milena wasn't a normal person.

She was flawed, broken.

She grew up in a foster home.
Did you know that?

But she was beautiful.

Her beauty carried her
a long way.

But I didn't love her for that.

I loved her
because she was in pieces,

and I wanted to put them
back together again, you see?

I adored her.

To begin with,
for the longest time.

Then towards the end, I began...

She slept with literally
dozens of men, you know?

It was an addiction.

Your husband happened to be
unlucky Mr. Monday.

Why are you telling me this?

'Cause you think I had something
to do with their deaths.

What?

That's what you're implying,
isn't it?

No!

You said
something was not right.

Something didn't add up.

That they shouldn't have been
in the car together.

Well, maybe it wasn't
an accident.

Perhaps you you think
I killed them.

I di-- I didn't say that.

Well, I've got the strongest
motive, haven't I?

Hmm?

You think I killed them
in a fit of jealousy.

Because she was unfaithful to me

almost all of the time,
you know?

She ignored me, humiliated me.
Drove me mad.

You said...

Well, I lied, didn't I?

Most days I'm glad she's dead.

I-I don't want to hear this.

Oh, come on.

It's easier for you
to think that I killed them

than to believe
it was your husband's fault.

Anything to get him
off the hook.

I didn't say that.
That is not what I said.

Well, you better watch
what you do say, Mrs. Manning.

It could be held against you.

I came to you because I thought
you might be an ally

and you'd understand
what I was going through

and how awful my life is.

I just want to know the truth.
I want to know what happened.

Well, I'll tell you
what happened.

It was an accident.

Your reckless, faithless husband
was a careless driver.

He took his eyes off the road,

crashed the car, and they died.

And that is that.

I can't do this anymore.

I can't.
I'm scared.

When I ran the marathon...

...I wanted to stop,

I wanted to stop so badly.

But I held your face in my head

for the last eight miles.

How old were you
when your father died?

Eight.

That's very young.

I remember him.

I've still got
happy memories of him.

Lots.

And when your mother died?

28.

She was, um, ill for
a long time.

It was actually a relief
when she died.

You've had a lot of tragedy
in your life.

Are you trying to make me cry?

What's so wrong with crying?

I loved my parents
very, very much.

And I really wish I'd had
more time with my mum,

but that's life, isn't it?

People can carry around
unresolved grief issues

for many years.

I didn't come here
to talk about my parents.

Sometimes one can build up
elaborate defenses --

armor, if you like --
to protect you from grief.

You've got a hole in your
tights, did you know that?

Thank you.

So, what do you want
to talk about?

I see my husband.

I see my dead husband, just...

Like he's -- Like he's real.
Like he's still alive.

How comforting.

When do you see him?
All the time?

No.

I think he comes
when I need him most.

The mind is a powerful thing.

You think I'm making it up,
don't you?

No.
Not at all.

I think it could be
your subconscious

projecting an image
of your husband

because the thought
of letting him go,

of accepting his death,
is too awful for you right now.

Grief follows a very
recognizable pattern, Ellie.

I want to reassure you

that everything you're feeling
is normal.

Right, well, then I want
permission to be abnormal.

I can't grieve yet.

Not until I know
what happened to him.

I can't even cry properly.
I can't cry.

I start, and then I just --
I stop.

Because increasingly I believe
that what people are saying

about my husband's death
is wrong,

and I'm on my own here.

But I owe it to him
to find out the truth.

And even if that means
putting myself in danger,

that's what I'm gonna do.

What do you mean by,
putting yourself in danger?

It's a figure --
figure of speech.

Oh, damn.

Who the hell are you?

Uh, I'm Gwen.

I'm the -- I'm the new temp.

It's half past 6:00
in the morning.

Yeah.
I'm an insomniac.

Snap.

Sorry, who are you?

I'm Frances's husband.

You're David.

Your boss, yes.

I'm not important.

I just put up the money
for this place.

I had to give Frances something
to do, keep her off the streets.

How much is she paying you?

Well, we haven't
discussed terms.

You're working at 6:00
in the morning for no money?

I'm a friend of Milena's.
I owed her a favor.

Must have been a big one.

Yeah.

I'll leave you to it, then.

Thank you.

You all right?

Not really.

I think I need some fresh air.

Will you join me?

No, I should get on.

Please.
Hmm?

So, you're not married, then,
Gwen?

I was with someone.

For a long time.
Didn't work out.

- No children?
- No.

I mean, we wanted to but no.

What about you?
Have you got kids?

The same.

Always wanted them, but, um...

Hey.

Sorry. Sorry.

I don't know why
I'm getting upset.

I'm not sad about it anymore.
I'm really not.

Never had any trouble
getting pregnant.

I just couldn't get beyond
15 weeks.

Milena used to
come straight 'round

with chicken soup
for me every time, bless her.

What about you?

Oh, I couldn't even
get pregnant.

I felt like
such a terrible failure.

Yeah, like maybe he should be
with someone else

because I couldn't --

I couldn't even do that
very simple thing for him.

What was his name?

Gr...

Graham.

Is that why you and Graham
split up, do you think?

I don't know.
Maybe.

David and I used to be so close.

But now we can be lying
in the same bed,

it's like there's...

like there's
an ocean between us.

I'm sorry.
That must be very hard.

I suppose that's why I started
searching for comfort elsewhere.

I did find some comfort.

I, um...

I was mad for him.

But it's all over now.

Anyway, look at you.

You're young and gorgeous.

And I've got someone in mind
for you.

Well, you'll just
have to tell him where to go.

Gwen, I want to introduce you
to Johnny, our chef.

How you doing?

Hello.

She's my angel of mercy.

You're wasted in accounts, girl.

Come on,
let's have a look at these.

Yeah.

You could have had the decency
to show up today.

- Surprise!
- Surprise!

You know us --
any excuse for a party.

Alison's at home with the kids.
She sends her love.

- Hi, sweetheart.
- Oh, that's more like it.

As you can see, I've been
living like a slut.

What's happening with you,
girlie?

You know you can
tell me anything.

I've been busy.

Doing what?

How big is that bump?

Are you sure
you're not having twins?

Well, Fergus had a very big head
as a baby.

Everything's ready.

We were just waiting
for the birthday girl.

Gwen, have you got the...?

Oh! No. Shh!
Hang on, I'll get it.

How are you feeling, Gem?

Good. Yeah.

Tired.

Ellie, I feel so bad.

I know how much you and Greg
wanted a baby.

Don't.

He'd have wanted you
to enjoy it.

- Can I?
- Yeah.

Oh.

I am excited.

I am.

I just wish Fergus
could enjoy it.

Sometimes I don't even know
if he wants the baby.

Or me.
I don't know.

He's so tied up in knots
right now, you know?

* Happy birthday to you *

* Happy birthday to you *

* Happy birthday, dear Ellie *

* Happy birthday to you *

Go on, make a wish.

I doubt it'll come true.

Oh, come on.

His name's Barnaby.

Oh, my God.

Come on.

- Look at you.
- Ohh, look!

I was gonna get you a kitten,
but he's such a friendly boy,

and he needed rescuing, so.

I need rescuing.

Glass of champagne?

Bless you.
Cheers.

- Thank you.
- Happy birthday, darling.

Do you want some?

- There you go.
- What's this, Ellie?

Oh, don't worry about that,
Fergus.

Ellie and I have sorted that.

No, it's all right.
It's a chart I made.

It shows everything Greg was
doing the month before he died.

Why would you do this?

It's my proof he wasn't
having an affair.

But you've stopped all that now,
haven't you, Ellie?

It's all there.
Except for one day.

I don't know where he was
that day -- January 12th.

But the chart absolutely proves
that he didn't even meet her.

- Look at it, Fergus.
- I really don't want to.

Why not?

Why are you all looking at me
like that?

Why are you all looking at me
like I'm mad?

You're totally
missing the point.

This is a waste of time.

We all just think you should try
to move on, sweetheart.

You don't believe in him.
Why don't you believe in him?

No, we -- we do.
Really.

You're my best friends.
You're all I have right now.

If I can't tell you,
then who can I tell?

Tell us what?

It wasn't an accident.

There's some kind of cover-up
or something going on.

I'm sure of it.
I'm almost sure of it.

It wasn't an accident.

- * In America *
- * In America *

- * All my life *
- * All my life *

- * Panic in America *
- * In America *

- * Oh oh oh *
- * Oh oh oh *

- * Oh! *
- * Oh! *

What you doing here?

Have a seat, madame.

How did you get in?

I stayed the night.

Don't worry.
Nothing happened between us.

Here.

Get that down you.

I don't think I can.

You're eating that if I have
to feed it to you myself.

Good girl.

Now, I'm gonna tell you
the plan.

What plan?

I don't know if you've noticed,

but your house
is turning into a slum.

You have a pile
of unopened post.

Bills.
Final demands.

Well, I'm gonna do it all, I am.

No, you're not.

Because we're gonna
do it for you.

Me, Fergus, Gwen.
The gang.

We start today.

I really freaked you out
last night, didn't I?

We just want to bring some order
back into your life.

All that we require
is that you leave us to it.

I hate beans.

Eat your egg, then.

- Hello, Gwen.
- Oh!

- Sorry.
- Don't be.

Where's Frances?

Ah, she stood me up.

She was supposed to go through
some menus with me.

You'll have to do it
with me now.

Oh, good God, no.
I know nothing about food.

Then I'm the man
to teach you, Gwen.

Look, I'll tell you what.

My restaurant's around
the corner.

It's nearly lunchtime.

Thanks, but I had
a big breakfast.

I'm sure there's something
I can tempt you with.

No, not today.

I will another time.
Promise.

What is it?
Have you got a boyfriend?

Um...

No.

But I'm -- I'm not looking
for anyone at the moment.

Good.
Neither am I.

So shouldn't let that
hold us back, should we?

- That'll be Frances.
- Do you want me to get it?

No, no.
I'll get it.

She's always forgetting
her keys.

- Shit.
- Everything okay?

Um...

Yeah, it's fine.
It's just kids.

They are always playing
with the...

...with the buzzer.

I'll just ignore it.

Come on, then.
What about those menus?

I hear you're amazing.

Really?

As a chef.

You heard right.

Come on.
They're in here.

Are you freshening up for me?

- What?
- Why you so nervous?

- Why would I be nervous?
- I don't know.

I seem to have this effect
on women.

Do you, now?

You shouldn't waste water.

So you're a good cook
and you're eco minded.

I must be the perfect package.

We should do some, um --
We should do some work.

What's the rush?

Blimey! It's flipping
nipple weather out there.

Shh.

Nipple weather in here too,
I see.

Thanks.

Everything all right?

Yeah. Cool.

You know I'm not after your job,
don't you?

Whatever.

You don't happen to know
Milena's password, do you?

I'm the last to know anything
around here.

Did you like her?

She was a drama queen.

In what way?

I came in the day before
she died, right,

and she was just screaming
down the phone at someone.

Some bloke.

She used to love 'em
and leave 'em,

play it cool, you know,
but she told me

that this latest one
had really got to her.

What was she saying to him?

Oh, you know, "I'm gonna make
you pay for this, you bastard!"

- That kind of thing.
- And did you tell the police?

The police?

I never spoke to them.
Why would I?

Of course you didn't.

What?

It's just weird, innit?

- What is?
- How obsessed you are.

With her.
With Milena.

You know, Johnny tells me
you've been giving him

some very mixed signals.

- What?
- Well, he's gorgeous.

And he thinks you're wonderful.

Says he can't stop
thinking about you.

He hardly knows me.

In fact,
he doesn't know me at all.

You are very bad, Frances.

You know, Gwen,
I don't know how I ever survived

in the office without you.

I really think I could
talk to you about anything.

Actually there's something
I'd like to talk to you about.

Mm? Anything.

Thank you.

Beth told me that Milena

was arguing with someone
on the phone --

a man --
the day before she died.

Did she?

Had she fallen out with someone?

And you said you'd fallen out
with her.

You know the last thing
I said to her?

Told her she was a bitch.

Next day she was dead.

You see, she'd been
seeing someone,

and then he left her for me.

I suppose on one level
I always knew

nothing good would come of it.

He was younger than me.
And he was married.

You don't approve, do you?

I don't know what to say.

He didn't love his wife.

She didn't understand him.

She was so moody,
always wrapped up in herself.

He said he hadn't loved her
for a while.

He would have left her.
He was planning it.

But then Milena interfered.

I didn't realize she still
had feelings for him.

Makes me sound callous,
doesn't it?

But I thought he was just
another one of her conquests.

I had no idea it would hurt her
so much, but...

But he didn't love Milena.

He loved me.

Oh, God, Gwen I've been feeling
so guilty about it all.

Why?

When I first heard
that she was dead,

I thought she'd killed herself
because of me.

I was so relieved when I heard
it was an accident.

Isn't that terrible?

Maybe it wasn't an accident.

What?

Who was he?

I can't tell you.

Besides,
I'm not seeing him anymore.

That would be impossible.

David, what are you doing here?

You've started early, I see.

When business is slow, my wife
likes to party on her own.

Why do you do that?

Why do you mock me
in front of people?

I'm only joking, darling.

- I should be going.
- Yeah, party's over.

I'll go and get this.

So...

Gwen's a life-saver.

But she won't give us
her National Insurance number.

She does move
in mysterious ways.

Hello?

Oh, hello, beautiful.

We're in the kitchen.

Everything looks amazing.

You must have worked
really hard.

Sit down, Ellie.

What is it?

Sit down, love.

What's happened?

Uh, we -- we found something.
Well, Gwen found something.

In amongst Greg's papers
in the spare room.

What is it?

Read it.

"January 12th.

Darling, I'd forgotten how
much fun it is to skip lunch!

Let's not leave it
so long next time.

The only thing I'm...

...hungry for is you!

Milena."

I'm so sorry, Ellie.

I'm so sorry, love.

How could he do this to me?

All those times
you were running,

training for a "marathon,"
you were running to her!

You must have been shagging her
while I was asleep.

And then you got in the shower
to wash the smell off you.

Well, it's over now.
Do you hear me?!

It's over. You get out my house,
you bastard!

Ahh! Just the person
I wanted to see.

Lunch?
Ah-ah-ah!

You promised.

Why don't we skip lunch?

I shouldn't have done that.

What is this,
my "Dear Johnny" letter?

So soon?

I'm not going back
to the office.

Frances will be gutted.

She told me she sees you
almost as a daughter.

I'm not Milena.

Christ, you're certainly
not Milena.

I knew Milena, believe me.

Did you sleep with her?

Oh, my God.
That's disgusting.

Gwen...

No, that's just
really disgusting.

There was no love lost between
me and Milena when she died.

The woman was delusional.

She thought she was a diva.

Every party she organized,
she had to have a red carpet.

She loved all of that
old Hollywood glamour.

She was obsessed with it.
It was nothing.

Gwen?

- I have to go.
- Gwen?

Come on, Marilyn.

Yes!

Who the hell is Gonefishing?

I've given you my whole life!

How long has it been going on?

Tell me!

Get off me!

Don't!

- Tell me the truth!
- You don't love me anymore!

Frances!
Don't walk away.

- Don't follow me!
- Frances come back!

Go away!
I don't want to...

I wish I could smoke in here.

Are you all right?
What is it?

I told David about my affair.

Oh, God.
Come on, let's go outside.

Why did you tell him?

Oh, it was stupid.

I thought he wouldn't mind.
Well...

I thought he'd understand.

Things haven't been good
between us for so long.

I thought this might just be the
thing to jolt us to our senses.

But he -- he was livid.

Oh, Frances.

I'm just so scared.

- Of David?
- Yes.

Well, no!

Oh, I don't know.

I want David to help me,
to protect me.

But now he just hates me.

Who are you scared of?

Can I come and stay with you?

Just for a few days.

Please, Gwen.

There's no one else I can ask.

I'm sorry, you can't.

It's complicated,
but you just...

You can't.

I'm really...

You should have
switched that off.

I know.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Just -- Just go back
to the office.

Is he ready for me?

Frances, I do -- I really want
to help you.

I just need someone to talk to.

Why don't we meet later
after Beth's gone home?

Back at the office.

- Yeah.
- I'll see you at 8:00.

8:00. Yes.

Hello?
Who is this?

Hello, Jellybean,
or whatever you call yourself.

How did you get
that e-mail address?

Oh, my God.

- Where's Frances?
- That's £8.40, love.

Um, she -- she's still
in the meeting.

When will she be back?

I don't know.
Later.

What time?

8:00.
Yeah, but I'm meeting her then.

I can --
I'll give her a message.

I don't need you to act
as my go-between,

thank you very much.

Jesus.
Here.

I don't want your money.
I've -- I've got to go home.

Can you go, please?
Can you just keep driving?

Hello.

Hello, gorgeous boy.

Hello.

Right.

How do you know where I live?

You called a taxi
from my house, remember?

Oh.

Aren't you gonna invite me in?

I'm -- I'm not
feeling that great.

In here?

No, no, no.
I need to tidy in there.

Why don't you go through
to the kitchen?

There's glasses.

Okay.

It's just at the end there.

- So this is the guy.
- What guy?

The guy who obviously
put you off men for life.

Something like that.

Do you want to go through
to the lounge?

I'll be there in a sec.

- Where did you get this?
- What?

This is mine.

Milena sent this to me.

I sent it back to her
when we were finished.

What's it doing in your house?

I brought it back with some, um,
work stuff of hers.

You were with her that day?

Yes.
Obviously.

Why are you so jealous
of a dead woman?

Please, um, I've told you
I'm not ready for this.

Look, Gwen, you're single,
I'm single.

This is nothing heavy.
I get that.

I don't want this.

Don't mess me around, Gwen.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry I doubted you.

Oh, my God.
Frances.

Frances, I hope
you're still there.

Um, I'm two minutes away.

Frances?

Hey.

Frances?

Oh...

Oh...

Oh, no.

Oh, God, please, Frances.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.