The Widower (2013) s01e02 Episode Script

Episode 2

1 (Flames crackling) (Edward grizzles) (Flames roaring) (Splintering of glass) What was that? - (Whispers) What was what? - Oh.
(Whispers) Ssh, go back to sleep.
(lnhales) Malcolm, go and check.
Something's burning.
(lnhales) Oh.
Don't be ridiculous.
Come back to bed.
Mum! Dad! You wake up! - I can smell burning! Mum! - (Edward cries) You dial 9-1-1! (Crying intensifies) Felicity, are you all right? Felicity? Fire! Everybody out of the house! Fire in here! Brian, it's in the lounge.
The chair's gone up! - Oh, my God! - Stay there.
MALCOLM: Open all the windows! Felicity, get Edward outside! (Edward crying) Oh, you are kidding me! So I was sitting in that chair last night, taking my nail varnish off.
Malcolm says if a cotton wool ball got trapped down the side, it could've started the fire, but I I'm sure I put all the used ones in the bin.
Listen, we're all OK.
There's no need to worry.
We're insured.
Yeah, but I do worry.
I'm always forgetting things and (Sighs) l'm tired the whole time.
I've got no energy.
(Sighs) You ought to go and see someone about these problems you're having.
I have, actually.
I went to see a doctor friend of mine at the hospital.
They ran some tests on me.
Well, what did he say? Well, he said it could be migraines.
Or um a form of epilepsy.
But, he said they found some abnormal readings on my liver and want to investigate further.
He even asked if I was a drinker or took drugs.
BRIAN: What does that mean abnormal? FELICITY: I don't know.
He's gonna do some more tests.
Dad, you promise me, don't tell Malcolm.
Why not? Ever since his mother died, he hates me talking about being unwell.
He says whatever it is, I'll get over it soon enough.
If you're not right, you go see someone.
Bugger Malcolm.
It's a joint account with my wife.
I'd like to transfer some more funds from that account, please, into this one.
I've got the account number here.
It's the Royal Bank of Scotland.
No problem.
Oh, well, that is absolutely ridiculous.
You can't possibly believe that is acceptable behaviour.
I trusted you to manage my affairs, and I've just been passed from pillar to post! You have behaved outrageously! Yes, yes.
Yes, I would like someone to call me back.
Thank you.
I got through to Scotland.
It's unbelievable.
They're now saying before I can transfer any of my money over here, I have to sign for it in person.
I mean, they won't accept a fax.
They want me to go to the airport and meet a courier.
That's insane! Why do they keep delaying? They absolutely promise the courier will be here by midday Thursday.
That's cutting it a bit fine, isn't it? We need to settle by end of business on Friday or we're gonna lose the house.
What is the point of saying that? I've done all I can! What the hell am I supposed to do? Look, is there a problem here? I don't get your drift.
A good friend works for the head office of NSB.
He says if you want to transfer money from overseas, just go into your local branch.
They do it all the time.
So what are you saying? If you don't want to buy the house, Malcolm, just say so.
Nobody's making you.
Don't want to buy the house? Of course I want to! Oh, I can't believe you'd suggest otherwise! (Door slams) - It's not too bad, is it, Jane? - I suppose not, Mum.
BRIAN: Could have been a lot worse.
(Door closes) JANE: Where are they off to? Going for a picnic.
Malcolm says they need peace and quiet because they're stressed out.
We're all bloody stressed out.
- His money still not through? - No, not yet.
Now he's saying Thursday.
MARGARET: Poor little Edward.
I was changing his nappy this morning.
He's covered in eczema again.
- He's red raw.
- I'm amazed he can sleep through it.
I've never known a baby to sleep like him.
That girl's not right.
(Shivers) (Exhales heavily) Oh, I just want the next few days to be over so we can move into the new house.
Aw, me too.
Can we just stop off at the bank? I want to check my balance.
Oh, we'll go there later.
Let's get out into the countryside first, get you some fresh air.
Here.
Keep your fluids up.
(Engine starts) No, no, Tony, you did the right thing.
Thanks very much for calling.
I'll pass that on to her.
That was Tony Bracewell from Felicity's bank.
He said they're aware that she wants to settle on the house on Friday but Well, they feel she ought to know there may be a problem with her account.
A problem? They want her to get in touch with them as soon as possible.
(Edward grizzles) He's cleaned her out.
"I'll soon be returning to the UK with my infant son.
I'd like to seek your assistance with finding a property in Devon.
" He's gonna kill her.
(Playfully) You.
All right, you.
Yes.
Ticky-ticky.
Come on.
Come.
(Sings playfully) Come on.
(Mobile rings) (Moans groggily) (Ringing continues) Hello? - Is Malcolm with you? - Dad? Where's Malcolm? He's not here at the moment.
What's the matter? I need you to come home straight away, Felicity.
Uh don't delay.
Come home now, no matter what your plans.
OK.
I'll see you very soon.
(Sighs groggily) What are you doing? Get back in the car! What's Edward doing over there? I'm taking him for a walk.
You're not well, you should be asleep.
Dad's just called.
We need to get home.
He sounded really upset about something.
He's asked us to come back straight away.
(Sighs) Malcolm? Yes, all right.
- I'll go and get Edward.
- No, I'll get him! (Sighs) Oh, God.
(Exhales groggily) (Edward cries) Listen your father is probably gonna say all sorts of bad things about me.
But it's not as simple as he would have you believe.
What's he gonna tell me? (Crying intensifies) Look, I can explain everything.
That's what I want you to keep in your mind.
You're not making any sense.
Just get the buggy out of the boot.
- (Edward crying) - Ssh, ssh.
FELICITY: Come on, you're OK.
You're OK.
That's it.
That's it, sh, sh.
It's all right.
It's all right.
Sh, shh.
BRIAN: Malcolm! JANE: Malcolm, come back here! Malcolm? - I can't talk about this now! - Where are you going? - I can explain everything! - Malcolm? - What the hell is going on? - He's taken all your money.
What? Don't be ridiculous.
What was that doing there? He's also taken out nine life insurance policies in your name.
(Edward crying) What? Oh, God.
(Crying intensifies) Well, I expect your father's already filled your head with lies and false accusations.
Where's my money, Malcolm? I was expecting to find just over NZ$240,000 in my account.
When I checked this morning, it was 11.
I made some bad investments.
(Sighs) I admit, I've been extremely foolish.
Even supposing I believed you, how could you just take my money from my account without even asking me? I did it for your benefit, Felicity yours and Edward's.
I thought I would get a good return.
Is that why you took out life insurance in my name without my knowledge? If this is just gonna be "blame Malcolm" What did you want that petrol for yesterday? What? There was a can of petrol and a total of three lighters in the car.
What were they for? The petrol was in case we ran out, and the lighters, I have no idea.
Perhaps one of your family left them in there.
None of my family smoke, Malcolm, and neither do you.
And you told me, after what happened with Claire, you would never have petrol in the car again.
You've already set yourself up as judge and executioner.
I don't see the point in continuing.
I wasn't supposed to come out of that forest alive, was I? Was I? You'd have died happy, wouldn't you? (Gasps) MALCOLM: I've worked in hospitals all around the world.
But wherever I go, the message is always the same.
People matter.
Moving 250 pounds of dead weight can ruin your life.
Because you ruin your back, you do you ruin your life.
This isn't just because your employers care about you, though I'm sure they do.
The subject of my talk today is actually enshrined in law.
Anyone? Um 1992, Manual Handling Operations Regulations.
As amended.
Very good.
And, of course, the 1974 Health and Safety at Work Act.
As amended.
(Tittering) Yeah, but you said you were gonna help me, Rob.
I had to swab her down all by myself again.
Yeah, but it's It's supposed to be 50:50, isn't it? Look, R I'll see you at home tonight.
Bye.
My not-so-very-helpful boyfriend.
- Thank you.
- Not at all.
Oh my star pupil.
I award one every class.
But you went before I could give it to you.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Bye.
That's er That's for you.
That's so thoughtful.
No more messing about with iPods and earphones.
Tune that into your radio and voila.
- Please, what do I owe you? - Oh, it's a present.
- Oh, no.
- Yes.
Sorry.
I feel so silly.
I don't get a lot of presents.
Well, a bunch of flowers from a half-price bin if it's my birthday, if I'm lucky.
I can't believe that.
So, are you based here now? I travel the region doing my health and safety patter.
But, yes, this is where I'm based.
You'll be seeing me about, hopefully.
What exactly is it that I do with this? I've got to scoot now.
But I could pop round later and show you, if you'd like? Thank you.
We just set one of the radio stations to this wavelength.
And then hopefully (Music plays) - Wow! - And now it'll just play whatever's on your iPod.
- Thanks so much for this.
- Not at all.
- Gorgeous spot.
- Yeah.
I love it.
- Your own place? - Yeah.
Oh, I was thinking.
This might interest you.
It's a master's degree in health care law.
Since you're such an expert on health and safety.
I'm going to do it.
It puts you in a whole other level pay-wise.
It's just a couple of weekends away, some home study - walk in the park.
Simone! The oven's bleeping.
Yeah, I'm coming.
Look, I'll have a think about this.
Thanks so much for this.
It's very kind of you.
I'd better sort that out.
- See you around.
- Bye! It starts with two days at Salford University.
I'm driving down with Malcolm and we're staying at the Marriott.
Ah! He got a good deal - two rooms for the price of one.
Two rooms? Not one, sharing? Don't be naughty.
No, he's just a nice, friendly guy.
The last thing I remember was Claire in the car.
Me pulling like mad on the door and then boom! And I spent a week in Intensive Care.
Cracked my neck badly burned my feet.
God, what does it matter what happened to me? It was an accident.
You know that, right? I'll never be able to accept that I survived and she didn't.
And you've never had a serious relationship since? No.
No, the heart's just not been in it.
What about family? Did you never want to have children? Claire was pregnant when she died.
Oh, God.
Do you mind if we don't talk about this? Of course.
I'm really sorry.
So, I heard you're a yachtie and you own your own boat.
(Chuckles) My little luxury.
I co-own it, actually with Rob.
Share the fun and the bills.
Well, that's the theory, anyway.
And the practice? I'm tired of being a crutch.
Now I think I've said too much.
Thank you all for coming this morning.
I particularly would like to welcome Jane Drumm, a senior care-worker over from New Zealand on a Winston Churchill Fellowship to see how we handle family violence issues here in the UK - the answer being "not as well as we could but we're getting there".
OK, you have my undivided attention.
This man preys on women.
We believe he drugged and murdered his first wife.
He certainly had a fair go at the second, my sister Felicity.
For a variety of reasons so far, he's got away with it.
But it's not just what he's done.
It's what he's gonna do next.
A leopard doesn't change his spots, does he? - I hope you have a great weekend.
- You too.
- And don't do anything I wouldn't.
- (Chuckles) - Oh, hi.
- Hi, how are you? I haven't seen you about for a while.
Have you got time for a quick coffee before you go? - (Mobile rings) - Hi, love.
OK, great.
Yeah, I'm leaving now.
Sorry about that.
Oh - You all right? - I'm OK.
My dad died a while back.
Oh, Malcolm, I'm so sorry.
No, it's OK.
He was absolutely lost when mother went.
Blessing really.
All he ever wanted was to be with her again.
Sorry, I've been getting these headaches for a while.
They've gotten worse since I lost Daddy.
- You poor thing.
- Mm.
Malcolm, I'm I'm really sorry, but I'm in a bit of a rush.
Rob and I are taking the boat to Kintyre tonight.
I'm having a scan, actually.
I have so much packing to do still.
I hope you get better soon, all right? Take care.
Let's get you up, Mr Ferguson.
(Alarm bleeps) Up we come.
(Coughing) Mind this man! Mr Ferguson, are you OK? (Alarm continues bleeping) So I hear you're a proper hero.
Oh, don't be silly.
Everyone's saying you saved the day.
I mean, old Mr Ferguson, a fire starter.
Who would've thought, huh? Well, you'd have done the same.
I just happened to be passing, luckily.
So, how was your holiday? Oh, a distant memory already.
It was It was OK, I suppose.
(Sighs) Oh, I forgot.
You were gonna go and have a scan, weren't you? How did it go? Well There's no point in lying.
The answer is not so good.
What did they say? It's not very good at all, actually.
I had the scan and they also did a biopsy.
It's uh It's chronic lymphatic leukaemia - stage three to four.
(Sniffs) Oh, God.
I'm so sorry, Malcolm.
It's a bit of a body blow after losing Daddy.
Now I've got chemo to look forward to, the whole grind.
(Sniffs) I haven't told anybody.
Haven't anybody to tell.
(Sniffs) If you need to talk at any time, you phone me, Malcolm.
Promise? I will.
I'm so sorry.
(Malcolm hyperventilates) On Christmas Night All Christians Sing (Phone rings) - Hello? - (Quavering voice) Hi, it's Malcolm.
Look, I'm so sorry to call you on Christmas Day.
But, please, Simone, I need to talk to somebody.
(Sobs) Oh, I'm scared.
I ache so much in the damn bone! What's gonna happen to me? Just stay right there.
I'm gonna come over right now and get you, OK? OK.
Once In Royal David's City This is Malcolm.
- This is my mum.
- Lovely to meet you.
- And Dad.
- Merry Christmas.
And you know Rob.
Yes, I'm so sorry to spoil your day.
But Sim insisted.
No, really, we're delighted to have you.
Please come and sit down.
"Good King Wenceslas phoned Domino's for a pizza.
The sales girl asked, 'Do you want your usual - deep pan, crisp and even?"' (Chuckling) "What did the reindeer say before launching into his comedy routine?" This'll sleigh you.
Ding-Dong Merrily On High Correct.
(Chuckles) What? I knew that one.
I brought him over here cos he's not in a good way.
Know what? Neither am I.
You know I think after he has his chemo, we should bring him over here.
He's all by himself at that place he's renting.
What's going on here, Simone? He's a friend, Rob, who's very sick.
I mean, he's got leukaemia, for God's sake.
And whatever you're thinking, it's not like that.
Come on.
There's been a lot of noise generated by the sister of his second wife.
She was over on a course from New Zealand, got in the ear of somebody down south.
Is this for real? Fatal road accident, 1994, Aberdeen.
Webster tells several witnesses his wife is not in the car.
Classified as an accident at the time, no re-investigation now.
Procurator Fiscal refusing to allow Grampian to re-open the case - there's no new evidence.
The allegations from the second wife in New Zealand look similar to the death of the first wife.
Surely that's enough to open this up again? I got a call from a DI in Grampian yesterday.
Reading between the lines, they're unhappy with the decision from the Fiscal.
The bottom line is: No major inquiry anytime soon.
What do they want us to do about it here? The first wife died on their patch.
They're worried about what Webster's up to.
They tipped us off he's back in Scotland.
And he's living on our doorstep, right here in Oban.
He's a nursing instructor at the hospital.
Maybe your wife knows him.
- Want me to have a look around? - Aye, see what he's up to.
But keep it covert for now, Charlie.
Why are you travelling all the way down to London? You should have your chemo up here where I can look after you.
I'd rather be on my own down there.
I could stay at Dad's old house.
It's the Marsden.
You know, you can't get better treatment.
Look after yourself, OK? Call me.
(Shutter clicks) (Ringing tone) - Hello? - (Weakly) Hi.
Oh, hi.
How are you? Just finished my first day of chemo.
I got the sweats pretty bad.
Had to um open all the windows.
I wish I was there with you.
ROB: Christ.
Sim! It's starting to smoke! - Hang on a sec.
Well, turn them over, then! Rob's cooking today.
(Chuckles) Lucky you.
I can't eat a thing.
Today was worse.
I can't can't keep anything down.
You know, there's a kid here.
We've become become sort of buddies.
I don't think he'll last the month.
(Text alert bleeps) (Razor whirs) What a day! I just want to put my feet up.
So I discovered today that you have a colleague I'm interested in.
Malcolm Webster? He's got an office in our corridor.
What's he done? Oh, I can't say.
Operational.
- He always seems a bit twee to me.
- Maybe just English.
(Laughs) Maybe that.
Does he have a girlfriend, anyone special? He's chasing after Simone Banarjee, theatre manager.
Very pretty.
Hm.
So, what's for dinner? Can't say.
Operational.
Poor thing.
I've been thinking about you.
I'll take you home, OK? - I'll get my bag.
- No, I'll get it.
Thanks.
Oh.
I hope you don't mind.
It's just, I was starting to feel so sick.
It's such a long journey.
No, it's It's not a problem at all.
Look, we can finish up the driving tomorrow, all right? OK, I'm I'm just gonna be next door, OK? Simone.
You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
And all through the treatment, all I could think about was you.
You were the one thing I felt I had to live for.
Don't say that.
I mean it.
Every word.
Simone Banarjee.
Owns a house no mortgage.
Nice little trust fund in her name.
Webster has no convictions but there's plenty of interesting stuff on him.
Employer claims references were falsified, he falsely claimed to be suffering from dyslexia.
Another employer says he was sacked for theft from a patient.
Alleged theft of drugs from a hospital.
Various suspected arsons.
His nickname in the Scouts was Pyro.
So how come he still gets a job with the National Health? I have no idea.
But if I get sick, I'm going private.
SIMONE: Hello? ROB: In the kitchen.
OK, give me that here.
Oh.
SIMONE: Hi, Rob.
Right, let's sort you out.
Please, I I'll go home.
No, you're staying right here.
Come on.
(Groans) Rob? (Scoffs) We'll put you in the back bedroom, it's quieter.
Whatever causes the least inconvenience.
How about you not being here at all, mate? Rob! (Shutter clicks) I share your frustration.
I would like nothing better than for Grampian to re-open the investigation into Claire's death.
Our son suffered terribly with eczema, Mr Henry.
It cleared up almost overnight after Malcolm walked out on us.
You know, I think the bastard was even drugging me when I was breastfeeding.
He has to be stopped.
What I don't understand is why the New Zealand Police won't extradite him to face the charges against him over there, the drugging and the house fire and so on.
I was given the option of extradition or a flag against his passport, to prevent him re-entering the country.
I chose the latter, cos if he's found not guilty, he can come and go as he pleases.
He's said countless times, he intends to fight me for custody of our son.
At least this way, I get to sleep at night.
Yeah, I see.
I um I assume he's he's moved on to someone else local to you? And you think she might be in danger? I can't comment on that, I'm sure you understand.
Don't expect her to have any idea what she's getting into.
He's very charming and he can come across as totally plausible.
Do you know, the strange thing is, he's very gentle.
I mean, he would have happily killed me but I don't think he intended to inflict any pain on me.
That's why he kept me drugged the whole time, so I'd have no idea about it when the time came to finish me off.
One question, Felicity.
Are you and Malcolm still married? Yes.
Thank goodness for that.
I mean No, no, it's OK.
It's the only power I have left over him.
I mean, I've no doubt that he's got someone else lined up for marriage.
But he can't do it legally because I won't divorce him.
It's the only way I can protect other women from him.