Tell Me Everything (2022) s01e01 Episode Script

1
Ever had a night that felt like
your whole life had led up to it?
A night that got you in a head-lock,
stuck its tongue in your mouth,
knocked you down
and puked you back up again?
The kind of night you
never ever forget.
I have.
But help me out here.
When's a night out actually begin?
Is it when you're finally up,
out of bed, tunes blaring?
When you're back online?
Reminding the world you're still alive
Or making sure you've got supplies?
Or is it when you're looking sharp,
your mates are waiting
and you know one hundred
per cent you can do this.
John Jo.
-You off out?
-I'm just what gave it away?
The stench of Lynx.
Too much product in your hair
and you're not in bed.
No. Okay see you later.
Do you need anything?
You got money?
Yeah.
And you're okay?
I'm fine.
-You sure?
-Yeah, I'm okay.
Your ma'am's on a nightshift.
Try to get in before she does, yeah?
Have a good night, Jon Jo.
Okay. Am I okay? I'm better than okay.
Tonight I am unstoppable.
Three weeks.
You disappeared for three weeks.
How could you do that to me,
Jonny Murphy?
Why didn't you just tell us you were
going away? I mean, I don't mind.
I do.
So was Ireland nice?
Yeah. Top time. Chilling with
the cousins, enjoying the Irish stuff.
And you got back today?
Yesterday. Sort of.
Foggy brain, jet lag.
What we got?
From pineapples some nice
little selection. Some vitamin K.
Shit Zia's coming tonight.
A couple of hug
drugs and balloons.
Hey do you remember Zia?
She was at Tom's. She smiled at me.
Louis that means you're married.
You two aren't gonna go
mad tonight, are you?
Oh define mad?
It's just we start college the day
after tomorrow. That's big.
-It's like the first day of our futures.
-Or as I like to call it Monday.
Oh Louis, Neve's right.
Yes, okay, Monday's a big day but there
will be another first day of term,
then another, then Uni, then you'll have
your first day working as an accountant
or whatever and mate you will do that
year in year out
until you're in some
marriage with some woman
Or man.
Or man that you hate the sight of,
and you move into a bungalow go bald
and forget each other's names. The end.
-Oh great.
-I promise we won't go mad.
Right now come on.
If you'd grown up in Welwyn
Garden City you wouldn't miss this.
'Cause just once a year, the last weekend
of the summer holidays
Welwyn Garden City W-G-C
goes fucking mental.
Look, Louis, it's our favourite
ride, the Waltzer.
Dodgems.
-Who's she?
-What, Regan?
Regan, is it?
No, no, she's cool. I work with her
at the store. She's a proper laugh.
-Wait. Is she at Grangers?
-Yep. Eastsiders.
I wonder if she knows Zia.
They're going!
Sorry.
Come on.
-What you doing?
-Making friends.
-We've already got friends.
-We need more friends.
Regan, Regan
Hi, how's it going?
-Good.
-We work together at the store.
Isaac, is it?
Jonny.
Are you staying
on at Grangers for Sixth Form?
No we're going to Parkway.
Oh cool. I mean yeah,
no, sweet, same. So
I'm Neve, by the way.
You were in the
paper weren't you?
Oh you're famous, Neve.
Highest grades of WGC.
And this is Louis.
We've met. Changed since Tom's party.
Thought you were like 12 then.
No I had a spurt,
like a growth spurt.
Stop talking, Louis.
-See you up the hill later?
-Yeah.
Bye.
We're going up the hill.
Move in penises.
Why are your heads
so stupidly big?
I can take it. If you want?
Thanks.
Oh it's locked.
Alright, try to look like humans.
Thanks.
Do you know how many people probably
die on these each year? I bet it's a lot.
-Are you coming up the hill?
-Yeah I just waiting for these.
Not again.
Maybe see you around?
But how do you know
when a night's over?
Is it A, when your chances
with someone you've been into
for ages gets screwed up?
B, when you've outstayed
your welcome?
Or C, when you're out of supplies?
We got any more stuff?
Nah.
Shit. Right scores
are in for tonight. Neve?
4.7. Louis?
0.0.
-Higher than I expected. Jon Jon?
-4.8.
Yes, mate. Almost the perfect
score for our final night of freedom.
Or D, this.
61 year old male collapsed,
unconscious
Dad?
I'm okay. I am okay.
That's what I've been saying
my entire life
and the only person
who knew the truth is gone.
You stink.
Where were you last night?
Out.
You're not a kid any more.
You can't just stay in bed all day
and piss your life away at night.
They think it was an aortic aneurysm.
-It's where a blood vessel in the heart.
-Bursts.
Jonny
I am so sorry.
Jonny and I have had a good chat.
I've explained that he needs
to step up
and I do too with dad gone.
I'm gonna just lie down.
Benedict needs constant visual
and spatial stimulation
and the pop-ups didn't really pop up.
They just sort of leaned
out from the page
and that isn't really popping up,
is it?
No. No, it's not. Would you give
me a minute?
Excuse me.
Actually my colleague
is our pop-up book specialist.
-Which one?
-Any, any of 'em.
Right. Come on let's go.
Hi, Isaac.
It's Jonny.
I was joking. Unicorns.
What?
How are you feeling?
-Why?
-Any carpet burns?
Helter Skelter.
No.
-Are you okay?
-Don't go in there.
Have you seen him?
I just can't believe it.
I think this is shock.
It must be.
What do you think?
You know last night I thought
I was going into denial
then I realised I just hadn't thought
about it for a few minutes.
Where do you think you're at?
I'm at the, my best mate's dad has just
died and I'm worried about him, stage.
Oh same it's just you know
that on top of this.
I don't know how I'm gonna get
through it.
Okay morning, everyone.
I'm Miss Brady or Lorna.
This isn't school and you have
the pleasure of being my tutor group
for the next two years.
Lovely to see all your smiling faces.
Timetables are here if you don't know
what you're looking at shout.
-Who's Nifemi?
-It's Neve.
Oh yes. I'm expecting great things
from you, Neve, after your results.
Hello and you are?
Jonny. Jonny Murphy.
You're a bit late, Jonny.
Jonny Murphy. Not the best start.
My dad died.
Oh I'm sorry.
-Recently?
-Yesterday.
-Think she's a bit into me.
-Jonny what are you doing here?
Uh getting an education.
Striving, achieving and succeeding.
Shouldn't you be grieving?
-Isn't that the guy whose dad died?
-Yeah that too.
Do you want to get some popcorn?
I'm worried about you Jonny.
I'm fine.
Hi.
You were at the fun fair?
-You crazy too?
-No. No my dad died.
Snap.
Wow, both got dead dads.
Please come in.
-Sorry, is this your chair?
-No.
Well yes but it's fine.
I'm the acting college counsellor.
I'm doing a diploma in counselling,
part time. I usually teach media studies.
Oh I was gonna do media studies.
Oh you should have done.
Yeah.
How are you?
Shit. I knew there was a reason
I never wanted to see a counsellor.
This is the moment where I could be
honest and say
that I've always been a bit sad,
even before dad died
or admit that I've been lying to my mates
about where I was all summer.
Or I could just fake a smile
and pretend that
I'm okay.
That's good.
So will this be like
a weekly thing or
-It can be.
-Great.
Regan, hi.
-See you later.
-Hi.
I just wanna say sorry
about all the sick.
Jonny, your dad died.
-Oh word gets around.
-You posted it on your Insta.
I didn't know you followed me?
I don't know what to say.
It must be awful what you're feeling.
If there's anything I can do to help?
Well do you want to come to the funeral?
I mean you'd be really welcome.
My mum says that I can invite friends
'cause it's a celebration of a life
and a funeral, obviously.
Do you wanna come?
-Okay.
-Great, okay, well it's a date then.
Well not a date.
It's happening on a date
which I will tell you so you know
to come on that date.
Yeah.
Good, great. Okay.
I think I've discovered
a new stage of grief.
The horn.
I wondered if I'd feel some strange shit,
wondered if I'd feel anything.
But this, fuck Viagra. Lose a loved one
if you want a permanent boner.
Even on the day of your dad's funeral.
You must be Jonathon?
Jonny.
-Where's the other priest?
-Oh he left.
Right. Gone to do some
missionary work, has he?
I think he's in Ruislip.
Nothing to do with him paying
his alter servers
to wank him off for a tenner
then, was it?
-Beg your pardon?
-I'm joking.
You know what it's like recently
bereaved heads all over the place.
Right.
No he used to wank himself off but still
got paid though. So easy gig really.
Are you okay?
Oh excuse me, dad's lot.
Flown all the way over from Ireland.
Big family. Catholics.
Jonny Murphy.
Last time I saw you, you were
in your pants on Derrynane beach.
Hi, Orla.
-Sorry about your da.
-Thanks.
-How old are you now?
-I'm 16.
All grown-up. Bet you look
better in your pants now.
Jonny.
-Who's that?
-That is Orla. It's my cousin.
My second cousin.
Something-she's a bit full on.
Have you seen Regan?
Regan? From college?
Is she coming?
I didn't realise it was a plus one.
I could have invited Zia.
Really?
You two look great.
How about me?
Your dad would be really proud.
Oh well let's get a photo?
Come on, let's do it.
LuLu, get in.
Nice. Westsiders.
Good luck, mate.
See you in there.
Jonny seems to be doing
really well, doesn't he?
No, Louis, no, he doesn't.
Welcome on this sad day
when we commemorate the life
of John Joseph Murphy.
Before we begin the service I think
John's son, Andrew,
would like to say a few words.
John.
Father.
Husband.
Respected publican and member
of the Welwyn community.
But perhaps John's most incredible
achievement
was in mentoring
many aspiring licensees
through the breweries internal
fast-track training programme.
Who on earth is he talking about?
Dad was usually a bit pissed,
always first up for karaoke and decked
a traffic warden, twice.
And he was also the only person who could
ever make me feel like
I wasn't completely alone.
And he was my mentor,
my harshest critic.
Sometimes brutally so.
He was my father.
Jonny. You should come
and say a few words.
-What?
-Jonny say something.
Absolutely not.
I don't know what to say.
Just speak from
the heart like I did.
As if you even have a heart.
No.
Mum, Jonny should come
and speak, shouldn't he?
The only thing I wanna say right now
is, why's my brother such a
total loser.
That was out loud, wasn't it?
Yep.
Are you not having a drink, Lou?
Don't you know your own son at all?
I don't drink, Gareth.
I know but if you wanted to,
it is a funeral.
Yolo.
-We are so sorry.
-Thank you for coming.
Timmi wanted to be here but she
just started her first placement.
Gosh don't worry.
She's doing so well. Did Nifemi tell you
that her sister studied at Harvard?
Yeah she's the best, isn't she?
Drink anyone?
Hey. First time?
-What?
-Funeral?
Yeah, no. My gran died when
I was four. I don't remember it.
Well thanks.
You know for coming.
I couldn't really say no.
Well you look nice.
I'm getting picked up soon.
I should wait out the front.
No. They are more than welcome
to come in for a drink. Beer? Beer? Yeah.
About what happened in the church?
Never seen aunty Bridget go quite that
shade of heart attack before.
Your dad would have loved it.
But say sorry to your brother and Jonny
slow down a bit, yeah?
-You Jonny's girlfriend?
-Me? No.
Her?
-Oh don't know. I'm Neve.
-Orla.
-Your Jonny's cousin, right?
-Second.
I think. God knows. Everyone's related
to everyone else in Kerry.
Sounds like Jonny had
a good time with you all.
-When?
-During the holidays when he was over?
-In Ireland? He kept that quiet.
-He wasn't there?
Not with us. Must be another part
of the clan I don't know about.
Come on, one dance, come on.
Our first dance.
Thanks for asking me
but I've really gotta go.
What are you doing?
I thought
Jonny this is Lizzy.
My girlfriend.
He's in a bit of a state.
His dad just died.
Sorry. Nice suit.
-Jonny?
-Leave it, Neve.
-You're so brave.
-I'm not.
You are brave, strong
-Well
-Silent.
Yeah I'm probably a bit emotionally
vulnerable right now.
No, I like that. It's hot.
Okay. Are we first
or second cousins?
-Second at least.
-Right, remind me is that wrong?
I'm no expert.
Fuck it!
We've had the pub since before Jonny
was born but John ran it really.
I still work a few nights a week at the
hospital. Let me get you a drink.
Oh no I shouldn't.
Too much beer not enough exercise.
Okay well something else then?
Jonny Murphy what
the hell are you doing?
It's alright we figured it out.
We're at least second cousins.
Get upstairs.
-Well I'm not five.
-Upstairs. Now.
You don't ever get to tell me
what to do you fucking loser.
Oh mate I'm done with this shit party.
This is shit, this is shit.
If he was here he'd have it going.
Come on,
drinks are on the house yeah?
I'm going out.
Welwyn's the best.
All green and perfect and tidy.
But that's a front, isn't it?
It's fake.
Because it feels like
the absolute fucking worst.
Jonny.
Oh hi.
What's going on?
Evening stroll a bit of
screaming, the usual.
I mean back there
with your brother?
And Orla?
-I get it, you're jealous.
-I'm not jealous.
Yes, you are, 'cause you two get
about as much sex as that priest.
We don't care how many
cousins you fuck
or girls you make a dick
of yourself with,
your dad is dead and you've barely
said a word.
Oh he's dead, I'm sad it's fucked
me up a bit. Are you happy now?
Well it's not just that.
You disappear for weeks,
you lie about where you were.
I know you didn't go to
Ireland, Jonny.
Is that true?
What happened, Jonny?
Over the summer, where were you?
You can tell us we're your oldest mates
and we're here. We're always here.
Yeah, what are you here for?
You think that I'm fucked up.
Is that what you think?
You wanna see fucked up go look
in that fountain
and you'll see two of the biggest fuck
ups in town, staring back at yah.
I didn't realise
it was a competition.
Neve isn't everything a competition
with you? You versus your big sister.
Jon Jo.
Don't fucking call me that.
Only my dad gets to call me that.
Jon Jo, can I come in?
You can't stay in bed all summer,
Jon Jo.
It's the funfair tomorrow.
Looking forward to it?
Have I ever told you what my dad did
when I didn't get up for the week?
He threw me in a lake off a boat.
Yeah you've told me.
So come on grab your trunks and
I'll lob you into Stanborough lakes.
Come on, Jon Jo.
I've forgotten how to swim.
It's too hard. Drowning.
I just think maybe just stop
Stop fighting it.
Let my lungs fill up
and burst and just stop fighting.
I think you're forgetting something.
Look over there.
Who's that fella on the inflatable?
It's your dad, look.
He's brought you some armbands
and a Calippo.
Come here.
Life will always find a way
to drag you under, Jon Jo.
So, you've got to learn
to swim like a bastard.
Jonny.
How's your head?
Fine.
-Do we need to talk?
-Well I've got college.
I know I'm not your dad but, Jonn
Try to have a good day.
Don't jump.
-Did I just save your life?
-I wasn't gonna jump.
What you doing here?
You following me? Can you just do it
online like a normal stalker?
You're not the only sad
messed up depressive
who needs a place like this you know.
Hey we could have a chat.
-We could talk.
-I don't want to talk.
Shame. I don't have anyone else
I can talk dead dads with.
Something tells me I can trust you.
Not many people get it, do they?
-Are you okay, Jonny?
-Why the fuck
-What are you doing?
-I was asking if you're okay.
-Yeah, you're too close. Please?
-How are you, Jonny?
-I'm okay. Please come back.
-You can tell me the truth.
-I'm okay.
-You don't sound it.
I am.
-Do you push everyone away?
-Yes. Yeah I do.
Alright, everyone.
Everyone.
Like I pushed my dad away.
Last time I saw him he knew I needed
to keep talking about
how low I felt all summer
and he gave me every chance
and I was too busy
pretending I was fine
and I pushed him away
and now I've got no one to tell.
To say that I'm not okay.
Oh fuck!
What just happened?
Do you see how close it is?
It's never far away for us, the not
okays. Makes life worth living.
I'm not like you.
Everyone's a bit like me, Jonny,
if you really think about it.
I'm Mei, by the way.
So how do we think Larkins
title relates to the actual poem?
Anyone? Neve?
-Late again Mr
-Jonny, Jonny Murphy.
But if it's easier to remember
just call me Dead Dad.
Dead Dad.
It's Isaac actually.
Are you gonna keep your
clothes on today, Isaac?
Lulu hit me.
-What?
-Go on, it's what I deserve.
No, I can't hit you.
I can. You gonna talk to us hmm?
Instead of getting off your face,
shagging your cousin and punching
your best mates face?
-Yes, yes.
-Promise, promise?
So what happened over the summer?
Nothing.
Nothing?
No I was tired
and the weeks just went.
-It's not important.
-It is.
It's not. Not as important as this.
What's the best way to upset
the old in Welwyn Garden City?
No!
Yeah. Fountain.
Come on.
Swim like bastards.
Ever had a day that got you
in a head-lock,
stuck its tongue down your throat,
knocked you down and puked
you back up again?
I have. Every day for as long
as I can remember
but I still pretend that I'm okay
even though I'm not.
I'm really, really not.