Two Years Later (2026) s01e06 Episode Script

1
Hey!
I have a boyfriend.
So I was scared of leaving him,
because I didn't want to be truly alone.
I'm sorry about your mom.
She was not a team when she died.
She escaped rehab.
Just some teen camp out in the country.
I found her a couple of weeks later in the
city in some random house.
You're looking for a job?
Of course I'm looking for a job.
I've got some leads.
Don't come looking at us for money.
I'm not looking at anything.
I had a really good job.
And I'll find another really good job.
Didn't you start a proper book?
Hmm, how's that going?
Do you still have the advance?
Of course she still doesn't have it.
I used to think this place was the
problem, but my play is just me.
It's not you.
You could go much further with what you
want to do.
And if you wanted to do anything,
I'd back you.
You don't even know me.
I don't think that's true.
We'll let the record reflect.
I loved you before.
I knew you were loaded.
What did you say?
Firstly, it's a Saturday night.
And they're both smiling.
Look how anxious he is.
Yeah, but her smile
is more Blight?
I say first date.
She's got her elbows on the table leaning
in.
Many relaxed and open.
Yeah, but her legs are bent and one's to
the side a little.
She's on edge.
He's straight, head to toe.
Excellent posture.
And he's very formal.
Are we calling it first date?
No.
It's not a first date.
I say three years.
That's a jump.
Well, look at her.
She's bored.
You're right.
It's lived in.
But not three years.
She's sad, not bored.
I say three months.
Interesting.
Explain.
She gave him a shot, even though he's not
her usual type.
Yeah, he was confident at the start,
but then he let his insecurity take over.
And now he's trying too hard.
But it's been ages and someone's treated
her so well.
So she's been hoping
for months that he'll
turn it around or be
the one to bail first.
How long do you give them?
Well, a few weeks or 20 years.
What?
I've seen relationships built on much less
going for much longer.
Do you think they're looking at us?
I think so.
Do you think they're analysing us?
Probably.
What do you think they're saying?
Who cares?
That's their story.
Oh, thank God.
See, this is why it should stay a party
trick.
When you say the quiet parts out loud,
the universe will hold a mirror up to you.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Can we get another round, please?
No problem.
Thanks.
What do you think I'm disgusting if I take
my shoes off?
Huh?
Why?
I thought I'd break in
these shoes before tonight,
so I wore them to the
shops and then to vote.
And then I got stuck at the polling place
for an hour and now I've got blisters.
Again?
Do I need to go and get you some more
band-aids?
Seriously, what do you think they were
saying about us?
Do you actually care?
Yes, I don't like being judged.
Well, yeah, but everybody's judging
everybody all the time.
I mean, people like to think
they're unique and special, but
we're mostly just the same
with a few degrees of difference.
You don't think I'm special?
I wasn't talking about you, of course.
So what?
We're all just porcelain dolls with
different makeup.
Hopefully not as creepy.
Isn't that depressing, though?
No, I wouldn't be.
Means we have more in common than not.
It also means that people are
interchangeable.
In theory, but not in practice.
You could put two virtually identical
people in front of someone.
They'll still gravitate towards the one.
Why?
Energy, law of attraction.
Whatever you want to call it?
Hey, this is your theory.
Well, when I was 17, my friends and I were
in the city and we got off a bus.
And I was this girl with her parents waiting
to go on probably 16, 15, I don't know.
I was 17.
Well, now I'm going to need to see a photo
of you at 17, because all I'm picturing is
bearded you, checking out some
15-year-old.
You don't want to see me at 17.
But anyway, we locked eyes and seriously
locked eyes, like we knew each other.
Did you know each other?
Nope.
Never seen it before, or since.
It took me by surprise, her, too.
Oh, you spoke to her?
Nope, but I could tell.
You could always tell.
Then what happened?
Nothing.
We just turned and looked at each other as
we passed, and then I stood there and
watched, and they all sat near the window,
and she looked at me.
And then the bus took off again.
That's cute.
No.
That's the thing.
It wasn't cute.
It scared the shit out of me.
Even the friends I was with were like,
what the fuck was that?
Yeah.
Maybe she was your soul mate.
You blew it.
Now you stuck with me.
You've never heard anything like that
happen before?
Yes.
Now I'm trying to think, was I ever in the
city with my parents when I was 15?
That would be very cool and convenient,
but you'd remember.
Do you think she tells the same story?
Yeah, I do.
Close your eyes.
Did you feel that?
Yeah.
I thought you were going to kiss me.
Sorry to interrupt.
Thanks.
Thank you.
Cheers to us.
Nice choice.
This place is fancy.
You didn't have to go all out.
Yes, I did.
I told you.
You know I can get half issue No.
Don't don't emasculate me.
Science.
I've got money to burn, at least I will
have anyway.
Fake it until you make it.
That's what they say, right?
Yes, I forgot to tell you.
I've got a job lined up.
Amazing.
What is it?
Same shit.
Different place.
But it's a step up, kind of.
It's slightly less money.
But it puts me in the iPhone reviews,
Lee Eganson, editorial responsibilities,
et cetera.
I thought you didn't want to review the
iPhones.
That's just what people don't review the
iPhones, say.
Okay, I just thought you were going to
take some time and work on your writing.
I am.
But I need a job eventually, and this one
came up, so
Or you could be an instant literary hit
and not need a job.
It happens.
Not to me.
I know myself.
I'm going to be out of my mind with anxiety
while the clock and the money run down.
And I won't be able to concentrate on
anything until I have something.
I need a safety net.
And I am still going to write.
But we have the time, isn't it's more
responsibility, more work?
Yes.
For the last money?
Okay.
You hated your last job and you wanted to
write then, but you didn't.
How is this different?
I don't have a savings like you do,
Ryan.
I don't have a buffer.
It's kind of different.
I feel like you're judging me.
No, I'm not.
Sorry.
I am still going to write.
Good.
I know.
I am.
I know.
I'm glad.
I believe you.
Hey, I'm sorry.
Really.
I'm in no position to judge you.
I don't like my job either, so just tell
me to fuck off.
It means we'll be here shortly.
Can I get you anything in the meantime?
No thanks.
Oh good.
Thank you.
We won the
election.
Congratulations.
Congratulations.
Congratulations.
That's good.
If you're happy, I'm happy.
Wait, who'd you vote for?
Didn't vote for anybody.
You forgot to vote.
No, I just didn't vote.
But you'll get fined.
I think they probably printed out my fine
yesterday in anticipation.
They know where I live.
You didn't want to vote.
No.
I knew which way it was going to go,
so I didn't see the point.
Because you have to.
Well, clearly not.
I'm happy to pay the fine.
I don't think it should be compulsory.
But it is.
So everybody gets to decide.
That's kind of the point.
Can we talk about something else?
No, I'd like to keep talking about this.
Okay.
I just don't think elections matter.
Well, if everyone thought that way,
we could have lost.
What do you mean by way?
Wait.
Are you her?
I'm not her.
Anything.
But why would you assume that we're on the
same side?
Because you're kind and caring and
empathetic and usually
And my grandparents are kind and caring
and empathetic.
But they're church-going boomers.
Who do you think they voted for?
And I'm from an upper-middle
class suburb, private boy school,
an accountant who deals with
big corporations and finances.
And it doesn't matter.
I'm not on any side.
It does matter.
It does matter.
Because the people we elect make decisions
that affect people's lives in real,
tangible ways.
In the perfect world that we don't live
in.
And I don't care about this first case.
You don't care?
No, not really.
Not enough.
Wow.
Look, I don't I don't not care.
I just it's by choice.
Must be nice to have the choice not to
care about other people.
I care about other people.
I just don't follow this shit enough to
have an opinion, that's all.
It seems like you do actually have an
opinion.
My opinion is that I don't think it
matters as much as you think it does.
I just don't think anything really
changes.
Cycle the cycle.
So why spend time getting worked up when
it doesn't go your way?
I'm not getting worked up.
I'm just trying to see this from your
point of view.
You don't think things change?
Not because of elections.
We just went through an
entire global pandemic that
would have happened no
matter who is at the wheel.
And it's easier to blame once.
Look, I'm sorry.
This is stupid.
It's not stupid.
It's stupid.
It's just drama and entertainment for
bored people.
So I'm a bored person, easily amused by
the shitty state of the world.
No, I don't think you believe in any of it
either.
Okay, I believe in not going into debt to
access medical care.
I believe in subsidized child care.
I believe in First Nations reparations.
I believe in public housing and I believe
in community programs.
I don't know how much of
that is belief and how much is
just the same kind of
well-intentioned naive I'm naive.
I didn't say that.
You literally just did.
I meant most people.
But not me.
You know what I mean.
Most people don't give a shit.
Seriously, how can you even say that?
Most people vote against whatever's
annoying them on that day.
If you ask them going in what they don't
like and they say, well, I'm sick of the
traffic lights in town and you say,
well, good news, our guy.
It's going to fix that.
Then you've got their vote.
No broader consideration for the complex
state of world affairs.
They just hate those fucking traffic
lights.
They don't care.
And everyone else already made up their
mind years ago.
Do or die.
So I don't want to talk about this.
No, this is really interesting.
I'd like you to go back to the traffic
lights.
Start over.
Okay, look.
I said I just don't think things change
for long enough.
And I don't think they ever will.
I think we've swung in
balances of power from left
to right since the political
system became a thing.
And I think that's how it's probably
always going to be.
Everyone keeps talking
about a revolution that
will finally come and
solve everybody's shit.
But I've never seen that happen.
And reality is just one group of people
are happy for three or four years,
and then the other group complain about it
until things go their way.
About the world going down the toilet.
That's not valid enough to complain about.
Of course it is.
But then jump over to the other side for a
second.
You think they're not sitting in
restaurants miserable complaining about
all the things that you're now happy
about?
Who cares?
They're wrong.
You're being reductive.
And that's my point.
Everybody thinks they're right.
That's the problem.
Wow.
This is the most privileged upper-class
shit I've ever had.
I've ever heard you say.
I didn't bring this up.
I don't talk about this stuff.
I talk about things that I care about.
I'll say you do care about stuff.
Yeah.
The important stuff.
I care about me.
I care about you.
I care about my family.
Everything in my circle.
I care about
Geez, I'm not a bad guy.
I recycle.
I pull over and pick up lost dogs.
I hold the elevator doors open for the guy
in the wheelchair in my office building.
I buy an extra slice of pizza for the
homeless dude on the street.
Well, that guy might not be homeless with
the right people in power.
I think he probably would.
And maybe if there were less people
talking grandiose bullshit and more people
out there doing no day-to-day things,
then we wouldn't be treating each other
like fucking enemies who would actually be
moving towards something meaningful.
No, not like you.
I didn't say you.
We're all just people.
We're all just trying to live our lives.
What's the point in shoving opinions down
everyone's throats?
Is that what you think I'm doing?
I didn't say that.
But it's what you believe.
I believe there's talking about change and
actually making change.
But all I hear are people that won't accept
anything less than a complete revolution.
I mean, I give a slice of pizza to the
dude outside my office and I'm the bad guy.
Because it's a frivolous chesty that
doesn't solve the entire homeless epidemic.
But you know what?
That guy got a slice of
pizza and he didn't have
to sift through somebody's
rubbish to get it.
And that may not be meaningful in the
broad strokes of bringing justice and
equality to all, but at least I did
something that meant something to him
instead of talking about how great things
could be if the tide changed.
Okay, okay, okay.
No one's calling you a bad guy for sharing
your pizza life.
Just a fucking game.
It's not a game.
It's a game like that.
It's not a game.
Acts of service towards
people in need and
positive systemic change
not mutually exclusive.
You know, you can give a homeless man a
slice and still vote in the fucking election.
How come you never brought any of this up
before?
Why would I mention something that I don't
care about?
But you do.
I don't.
I don't.
I did.
Once upon a time.
And now I don't.
I couldn't care less, actually.
That's clearly not true.
Was I meant to give you a bullet point
list of all my political beliefs?
Were you like this with Sam?
What?
Why are you bringing her up?
What's she got to do with it?
Because it lasted five years.
It didn't last for five years.
It went on for five years.
Did she see this side of you?
Because this is the first time I've ever
seen you fired up.
I'm not fired up?
You are fired up.
You're usually so charming.
So empathetic.
So perfect.
You have these great
observations about everyone
else, but I had no idea
that you felt this way.
I can't read you.
Yes you can.
No.
I can't.
I feel like I don't even know you.
Yes you do.
You're being antagonistic and I don't know
why.
I thought you knew everything.
Why are you doing this?
I'm not doing anything.
This is all you.
I'm just feeding you the road.
Oh, I know that much.
Thank you.
You know, maybe I'm just not as tuned in
to the frequency as you are, Ryan.
Maybe I need more.
Was I supposed to give you
I changed my personality,
become a new human being just
to make you more comfortable
in your own insecurities?
Is that what you wanted from me?
If I said things out loud, you'd think I
was an asshole.
Maybe you are an asshole.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Thoughts aren't feelings.
I process things in my head.
I think before I speak.
Unlike me.
So you've just been constantly judging me.
What?
No.
What would make you think that?
One thing does not equal the other.
It's called complexity of thought.
So if you think before you speak,
what do I do?
You process things out loud and that's
fine.
There's nothing wrong with that.
Besides the lack of complexity.
What am I allowed to say here?
Give me the rules.
There are no rules, Ryan.
You can say whatever you want.
You're a full grown human being.
It turns out neither of us like being
judged.
Party trick isn't as fun when it's turned
on you, is it?
Talk about the universe holding up a
fucking mirror.
We have something else.
Something more.
And you know it.
There could be a million emilies by my
side and I'd still pick you.
I'd still know you.
Do you think if this wasn't
this and you weren't you,
then I wouldn't have just
bailed right from the start?
So you too, too, too.
After all, I fell in love with you before
I found out how fucked up you are.
Wow.
Thanks.
I didn't mean that.
I'm sorry.
I'm not trying to change you, Emily.
And I'm sorry I judged you with the job.
That was shitty of me.
But I love you.
And I'm still here and I'm not going
anywhere.
So that makes you this great fucking guy
because you're willing to tolerate me?
I'm not tolerating you.
Not now, clearly.
I'm not tolerating you.
You use your privilege and optimism to
shield you from reality.
My privilege.
You're not exactly a street orphan,
Emily.
You just play one really well.
There is something as
dark inside you as any
of the bullshit that
comes out of my mouth.
So that sit here and act like I'm the only
fucked up one at this table.
You use your pessimism as a shield from
what's possible.
And if you keep it up, you'll end up alone
again.
You're not your fucking mother.
You don't need saving.
Is that what you think this is?
You tell me.
You want me to tell you to fuck off?
Because that would be easier for you and
you get to walk away.
Then I get to be just another guy in a
long line of disappointing assholes.
I'll let you down.
I'm not going to do that.
Emily, if you want to go, you can go,
but do it on your own.
You tell me to fuck off.
Because I'm not going to indulge in your
self-destructive bullshit.
Is this taken?
Sorry.
I'm not going to do that.
Thanks.