The Daughter Page #5

- Can we stay longer?

- Mum and dad can.

Walter,

can you take hedvig home?

Yeah, no worries.

Is this where you've been

all night, dad?

Give me the bottle.

- I can't do that, sir.

- Give me that f***ing bottle.

Sorry, sir.

Hey, good man.

Go f*** yourself.

Hey, how was your night?

I can't find Christian.

Probably gone to bed.

Let's go home.

I'll just look

inside the house.

Come on, Oliver!

I'll be one second. Promise.

One second.

Christian!

Christian?

You ok?

Do you know what this room is?

How much have you had to drink?

Guess.

I don't know, mate.

Go on, guess.

Mate,

we should get you some water.

This...

This is where she did it.

She called me five times

that night.

I thought it was just another

one of her... you know.

And her last call was

15 minutes before I got home,

and I didn't call her back.

And I haven't been in here

since.

Oliver?

Yeah?

Grace...

Grace left me.

F***.

You alright?

No, not really.

What?

- Uh...

- What is it?

Charlotte hasn't told you,

has she?

Told me what?

I didn't want to be the one

to do this.

Get him off, get him off!

You f***ing prick!

Get him out!

Can you help me? Henry!

Oliver!

Stay away from me.

Oliver, please. Please!

Get your f***ing hands off me!

Why didn't you tell me?

I'm sorry.

You remember what it was like.

We'd only just started

seeing each other.

You were drunk half the time,

and there was barely

a relationship.

That gives you an excuse

to f*** someone else?

- No! I just...

- Were you in love with him?

Were you in love with him?

Yes.

I thought

you were in love with me.

Not yet. Well, not really.

Not really?

I'm sorry.

Oh, f***ing hell!

- I'm in love with you now.

- Get off me!

Get your f***ing hands off me.

- How many people know?

- No-one.

How many people know?

Don't f***ing lie to me.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

You let me live in this town,

with that man.

You let me work for him.

I took his f***ing money!

- How could you do that to me?

- I'm sorry.

How could you f***ing do that

to someone you love?

- I'm so sorry.

- Oh, I'm an idiot.

Don't say that.

- Don't say that.

- I'm a f***ing idiot.

If you were in love with him,

why'd you stay with me?

Oliver, I...

'Cause when his wife

killed herself,

he wouldn't see you anymore,

and I was the second-best

option, right?

Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oliver, stop it.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus!

Oliver?

Please tell me it wasn't

'cause you were pregnant.

Charlotte, tell me it wasn't

'cause you were pregnant.

- Oliver, please stop.

- Answer the question.

I'm begging you.

Answer the f***ing question!

Yes, I was pregnant.

With hedvig?

Yes.

- So...

- Oliver...

- Please.

- Let go of me!

Oliver!

Oliver!

Charlotte,

I didn't know about hedvig.

You're disgusting.

I'm sorry.

Don't you dare tell hedvig.

Hey.

Hey, um...

Are you ok? Where are you?

Hey, Ollie?

Why don't you just come home,

son?

I'll be there soon.

Um, he's staying at the motel,

and he wants me to bring him

some clothes.

I'll go.

No, I don't think

it's a good idea, love.

Look, don't worry.

I'll have a good talk with

him. He'll be home.

What's going on?

Why is dad

staying at the motel?

Hedvig,

why don't you have a shower,

and we'll take the bus

together?

Mum, what's happening?

- Everything's fine.

- Hurry, you'll be late.

Your mother left me once

for someone else.

She told me she was in love

with this painter fellow.

He taught her life drawing

or something.

She said she was sorry

and that she'd never really

loved me.

You hungry?

No.

You want to talk about it?

No.

So I threw myself into my work.

I started the business

with Henry.

And then one day,

your mother came back.

He'd gotten bored with her,

he'd moved on to someone else.

So I said that

I'd forget all about it,

and we should start again.

And so we did.

You were born

a couple of years later.

I only had a few years left

with your mother

before she died but...

They were a few

very good years.

I can't forgive her.

Why not?

I can't trust her again.

Of course you can.

That was a long time ago.

You were different people then.

Everyone's got a story

like this, Oliver.

It's as old as the hills.

Hey, Greg's called in sick.

I need you

to take his 11 o'clock.

- History?

- Yeah, just for today.

That's hedvig's class.

What's wrong with that?

On the one hand, we have

the industrial revolution,

and on the other, we have

the romantic movement in art.

- Er, in this painting...

- What did you do?

Turner wasn't the only painter

to represent

a post-enlightenment...

Tell me what you did.

In this painting

by Joseph Wright...

Did you cheat on him?

Is that what you did?

Hedvig, can we have this

conversation outside, please?

- You did, didn't you?

- Hedvig, stop it.

- Stop it now.

- You cheated on him.

Shut up! Stop laughing.

- Hedvig...

- Stop laughing!

- It's not funny.

- Hedvig, stop it.

I hate you!

- Outside, now!

- F***!

Shut the f*** up!

Hedvig, come back here!

Hedvig!

What do you want?

Walter, please.

I'm sorry about everything

that's happened.

I want to set up a trust

for hedvig.

You what?

It's only fair.

It's out in the open.

She deserves, you all deserve,

a fair share.

I want to make sure

you're all comfortable.

F*** off, Henry.

Walt...

I understand that

you're angry at me,

but hedvig shouldn't have to

suffer because of that.

She won't.

We'll make sure of that.

You've done enough damage

to this family,

so why don't you f*** off

out of this town

and leave us

to pick up the pieces?

You know what the miracle is,

Henry?

Hedvig doesn't bear one trace

of you. Not one, thank god.

She's Oliver's daughter.

Stay out of our lives!

Hi.

Hey.

Aren't you supposed to be

at school?

Yeah.

Then you're waiting

for your dad?

Yeah.

He's not in there.

Maybe he's gone back home.

No, his stuff's still

in there. I looked.

Does your duck have a name?

It's a duck, Christian.

Why would it have a name?

What, so you're just going to

keep saying 'it'?

Yeah, or 'you' when

I'm talking to it.

I think you should

come up with a name for her.

Like what?

Lucky.

Why?

Because my father shot her,

and she survived.

Lucky.

Lucky ducky.

You're a dag.

Yeah, I really am.

You want to kiss me?

What?

It's ok.

I've had sex before.

I know what to do.

And I'm not going to

tell anybody.

No! What are you doing?

No! Jesus Christ, hedvig!

- I'm sorry.

- No, no...

I'm in idiot. I'm sorry!

- No, you're not.

- I'm such an idiot!

- Stupid idiot! I'm sorry.

- Hedvig. Hedvig?

You don't understand.

Tell me what's going on.

Please?

Tell me. Please.

Dad?

No, dad!

Dad, please!

Dad!

I can't talk to you right now.

Please come home.

Christian told me.

It's ok.

No, it's not.

Can't you just pretend that

you never found out?

No.

I'm your daughter!

- No, you're not.

- You brought me up!

No, you're his daughter.

And I think you should be glad.

He's very successful.

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