01x03 - Episode 3

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There was once a mer-king who was

married to a beautiful mer-queen.

And they were truly happy together.

Until one day the king had to travel

to the outer reaches

of his watery kingdom.

When he came home,

he found the queen sitting on a rock

in the arms of a human. A sailor.

And the queen was singing to him

in a voice as clear as glass

as the sailor

was brushing her hair.

Jo, what are you doing?

Come on, are you gonna tell me

what she said?

Oh, you mean Rose?

Oh the girl who works where I work

doing the job

that nobody told me I have.

Right, the thing is

you don't actually have a job

and you don't actually work there.

They let you go.

That's not what she said.

Just before your accident,

after everything

that you'd done for them,

they treated you really badly, Jo.

And that woman, Rose, is nuts.

And Nick is so far up

his own arsehole.

Screw 'em. They used you.

Hasn't anyone mentioned

you had a new job?

Don't you think that's a bit

That's when you dyed your hair.

JUNE

And you really don't

remember anything?

You're still staring into a void, Jo.

And you're totally at the mercy

of whatever people are willing

to tell you.

THE FALL

LOST JOB

So, what are they not telling you?

Get out of my f*cking house!

You OK?

No. No.

Not really.

- What's up?

- I have to tell you something.

There was somebody else in the house.

- What?

- When I fell down the stairs.

I wasn't alone.

I remembered when she

when Rose was here.

I'm not sure

if it was just before I fell or

What?

Did we have a row?

- Was it you?

- No!

Have you slept on this?

There was something stolen.

Maybe somebody broke in

and that's why I can't find my phone.

Are you seriously suggesting to me

that somebody else was in this house?

I was screaming at somebody.

Well you must have some idea

who that was.

I was thinking that maybe we

That I went and got drunk or

Or maybe we

I came home drunk and then we

It's all so muddled.

Why do you keep saying we?

Get your coat. We need

to tell the police about this.

Get your coat, Jo.

Please, try and think.

Think about who it was.

I am.

It's just it's hard remember exactly.

Anything about them.

f*ck, Jo. Why did you wait

to tell me this.

- I'm sorry.

- What were you thinking?

You were screaming at them.

Do you remember

what you were screaming?

Get the f*ck out of my house!

sh*t.

I think I said, "Get out of"

"Get out of my f*cking house."

That doesn't sound like something

you'd say to anybody we know.

But it's great

that you're starting to remember.

No, it's not. It's not great.

They can check the house for DNA,

fingerprints, signs of a break-in.

- It's too late for that.

- How do you know?

I can't believe

that somebody was in our house

I keep seeing your boards everywhere.

None of them have "sold" on them.

You need to focus.

Is anything else coming back to you?

Get the f*ck out of my house!

- I can't do this, OK? I can't.

- What?

- I can't do it!

- Don't be ridiculous.

Stop! Stop!

Are you OK?

OK, OK, OK.

It's OK.

It's alright.

Maybe there wasn't anybody

in the house. I don't know.

I feel like someone

broke into my head,

and trashed the place

and now I can't find anything.

It's

I don't feel safe inside my own head.

I'm sorry.

Oh, my God.

Oh, come on!

Such a dad.

That's the first time

I've seen you laugh for ages.

I love you with all my heart

and I'm so sorry for all this sh*t.

Look at his head,

so full

of all the things you've lost.

Don't you just want

to cleave it open like a coconut?

Scrape out the bits you need.

Get out of my f*cking house!

Who was in the house, Dad?

Hey. I'm at my dad's.

I took a taxi.

I don't know how long, Rob.

I'm fine. Please stop worrying.

Bye.

Jo?

Oh, hi! You're the dog lady.

You were in my dream.

What are you doing here?

Yes, I have dogs.

But I am fully human.

I heard about your accident

and your

Really awful. I'm really sorry.

- Wendy, isn't it?

- Yeah.

Would it be alright if I came over

and we could talk

- and you might help me remember.

- I'm sorry you got hurt.

There she is! Mrs. H!

Look, Frederik.

It's your daughter, Jo.

- Jo's come to see you.

- No, no, no, no.

- Hey, Dad.

- It's your daughter, Jo.

- Where is Susanne?

- This Jo, Fred.

Susanne was my mother.

Dad, I'm really sorry

I haven't been to see you in a while.

I was in an accident,

so I couldn't.

But I've been desperate

to come and see you.

Dad. Dad, it's Johanne.

Little Johanne, see?

He didn't sleep too well last night,

did you, Fred? Eh?

Up all night partying.

Come on.

There we go. Careful.

Maybe I could tell him a story?

What do you think, Dad?

You love stories.

I'm sure he'd love that.

Do you remember the one

about the old mer-king

you used to tell me

when I was little?

I've been thinking about it lately.

He found his queen with the sailor

and he was furious.

It used to send shivers

down my spine.

Danish stories are quite dark.

Who are you?

It's Jo, Dad.

I'm a bit like you these days.

I don't know which way is up.

I I want to see Susanne.

Hi.

Dad asked me to

Mum.

I didn't get to say goodbye.

He's still Grandpa.

You know he has better days

than this. He's still there.

- Yes.

- Yeah.

Hey, um. I've got some news

that might cheer you up.

Um I'm pregnant.

- What's your boyfriend's name?

- Thomas.

Wow!

I didn't know about the baby before?

No, no. You're actually

the first person we've told.

It's about time you knew something

that no one else knows.

f*ck! I'm about to be a grandma.

Tick tock.

- Oh, no! Oh, Mum!

- It's good crying.

Oh, my baby! I'm so happy for you.

But you have to take care of yourself

from now on.

Mum

Will you tell Dad about the baby?

Well, don't you want to?

Um He doesn't like Thomas.

- OK. But I do, right?

- Yeah. He makes you laugh.

Yes!

You just You know

what Dad can be like sometimes.

- He's a w*nk*r.

- Is he really that awful?

He's really that awful.

The minute he came into her life,

we all disappeared.

Everything's about him.

Alright. But we're going

to be grandparents, Rob.

Great! Years of hearing him

talk about how successful his bar is.

I know you're waiting for me

to sign those loan papers, Rob.

How desperate is it?

Honestly, I don't think

we'll make it til Christmas.

You know, Jo,

I don't like asking you for money.

I don't like asking begging you

to save my life's work, but

I You've got a small chain

of estate agents.

You're not finding the cure

for cancer.

How's the disinhibition going, Jo?

Cos it's a real blast

for the rest of us.

Sash said she wanted me to tell you

about the pregnancy

because she says

she knows what you can be like.

Why is she so afraid of you?

What? She isn't.

You know what Jo,

I'd really appreciate

if you f*cked off

out of my office now.

Go on.

Can you take a picture of us?

Smile!

Oh, f*ck!

Oh, hi, Jo. I'm afraid

we've just ended the session.

I can see that.

I've got a bit of time.

Yep. That's great, thanks.

- I should probably just go.

- No, wait. Wait there. Stay there!

I mean it. Don't move.

Ask you Ask you something.

Anything.

OK. What happened to you?

I was on my honeymoon.

Skiing accident.

And I crashed into a tree

at 100 mph.

My God. You're mad.

Do you know that that's actually

really dangerous?

I don't care.

Don't you find that you're just

not afraid of anything anymore?

You know, since cheating death.

Nowadays, if I wanna do something,

I just do it.

f*ck the consequences.

What about the guy you married?

Did he stick around?

Nah.

- f*ck.

- Yeah.

I'm afraid of everything.

I don't know who to trust anymore.

It's like everyone around me,

they know everything that happened

last year but I don't.

And I think

they're hiding things from me.

But then I get these little clues.

You need to listen

to that voice in your head, Jo.

Your intuition.

Just follow the breadcrumbs,

see where they lead you.

I I think I may have been

having sex with someone.

Someone decidedly not my husband.

My mother had affairs, and I swore

I'd never ever do anything like that.

Part of me thinks

that maybe my husband knew.

Wow!

Maybe he's not saying anything

because of what happened.

I lost a baby 15 years ago.

Nearly pushed me over the edge.

Every year on his birthday

I wonder what kind of boy

he would have become.

What was his name?

Lucas.

Jo.

Sorry to interrupt,

but if you can spare a bit of time?

There's something I'd like to say.

I'm sorry, Jo, that

that I get so knotted up.

I'm an arsehole.

There's somewhere I want to take you,

if you'll come with me.

One minute he's saying "f*ck off",

and then next he's inviting you away.

What's going on, Rob?

You ready?

- Where are you taking me?

- I'm not telling you.

Where are you taking me, Rob?

Do you remember

when the kids were young?

Whenever we went on holiday,

just before we drove off,

you'd run back inside

and rearrange all their toys

so it would look like they'd been

on an adventure while we were away?

I used to love seeing

their little faces when we got back.

No one's too old for a surprise, Jo.

Come on, let me have this.

You always wanted

to come here, right?

When the mer-king came back,

he found his queen sitting on a rock

in the arms of a human. A sailor.

It's been a long time.

I'm so glad we finally got here.

She says there's someone

in the house. A man! In my house!

She has a lively imagination.

She lives in a world of her own.

Susanne, for f*ck's sake.

How many more times?

I think I need some air.

We've only just arrived.

The mer-king's heart was broken.

But luring sailors was in her nature.

And no one can change their nature.

It's not that I don't want to

- It's just that

- That's not why I brought you here.

You know?

I just miss being close to you.

Actually, you know,

I really need some air.

I'm so sorry. I won't be long.

It's been empty for years.

Actually,

we were just about to gut it.

Is this how you remember it?

No, not really.

It's very strange to be back.

- This used to be my room.

- Really?

We called it the Fox's Den.

Because of the wallpaper.

- You b*stard!

- What?

It's easier to go through

the things you tell me

than the things you don't.

- What are you talking about?

- I went home last year.

I went to Denmark.

You didn't think to put that up

on the wall?

I didn't put it on the wall

because we didn't go to Denmark.

We talked about it

but we didn't go because

We looked. We didn't go to Denmark

because the house isn't there.

It's been knocked down.

But that's just

I remember going.

- Every detail of it.

- I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, but we didn't go.

I get these vague bits of memories.

These tiny glimpses

of things that actually happened.

And then I get every single detail

of a trip I never took.

That's some crazy sh*t.

I know.

- You do? Really?

- Yes.

I just don't know what to believe.

What are you saying?

I don't know.

You know what you need?

Some new cool, kick a*s music.

Owen. Hi.

Hey.

Do you like tattoos?

- Do you have any?

- What? Why are you asking?

Would you take those off?

Just take the gloves off, please.

I'm not sure what we're doing here.

Take those ridiculous things off,

please.

I want to see your arms.

OK. Are we playing some weird form

of strip poker, or?

Alright, I'm just gonna

come straight out and say it.

Did we?

Just take the f*cking gloves off,

please.

Oh, thank God.

No I I feel

so incredibly embarrassed right now.

- Why?

- I thought we'd had sex.

Whoa. Um

We haven't ever, ever. So

Slightly offended

by how relieved you look.

But, you know.

You know, it's hard sometimes

to know what's real up here.

Or not. You know?

God, someone sh**t me right now.

What?!

Susanne, for f*ck's sake.

How many more times?

I won't do it ever again.

Please, don't go!

- You can't change who you are.

- I can.

Who the f*ck are you?

If it isn't the woman

who can't remember.

The Eastbourne Identity.

Hey, Mum.

Hey, you. Are you being nice?

Course I am.

Hi, Jo.

I've just come by

to get some clothes.

Do you mind?

I think they're in the loft.

Of course I don't mind.

- Hi.

- Hey.

Hi. Uh Nice to meet you.

For the first time. Again.

I hear you make me laugh.

Well, for now,

he's just gonna play it safe

and make us some tea.

So, I hear congratulations

are in order.

They are indeed.

I know it's early days yet.

Oh dear.

What?

Just as I suspected,

the drawer has gone back

to its well-ordered self.

Last time I was here we had

quite a heated discussion.

About drawers,

it's thrilling, obviously,

and what they say about us.

So, you don't like me,

and you judge me.

No.

I think you're awesome.

Spoiler alert:

bit less keen on your husband.

Do you still take milk?

- No. Never.

- Is the right answer.

Yeah. I think I put Rob on edge.

It's just willy-waving.

Best forgotten about.

You know, my friend's mother

lit one cigarette after another

her whole life,

got Alzheimer's, completely forgot

she was a smoker.

I'm still waiting

for you to make me laugh.

You don't remember

the last time we met, do you?

You don't remember what happened.

Didn't think so.

It's a shame.

I have to

Oh God.

Mum? Are you alright?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Mum. Let me in.

Oh, Sash, I'm OK.

You guys go ahead home.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah. I'll call you tonight.

- OK. Well, love you.

- I love you, baby.

What if you're not the victim

in all this?

Do you ever think about that?

What if you're the f*cking problem?