All language subtitles for Th79

I'm going to miss my train.

Ryan, I thought I got Mondays off.

I'm going to smell that all day now.

Cat food. Smell that.
Why would I want to do that?

I'm going grey.
So do what I do, dye it.

No, I don't mean just my hair,
I mean my face.

Look, skin's like window putty.
I look knackered.

Well, feel free to jump in any
time you want.

Actually, Ryan, if I could be alone?

No? Oh, OK. Hi.

I told you not to put
things in halfway through the cycle.

It's a washing cycle, isn't it?

There's nothing "eco" about it
if you have to wash it twice.

And will people leave the thermostat
alone, please?!

I'll See you tonight!

Bye!

See you later!

Anyone?

Anyone?

All right.

I've got total body pump at
10:30 and boxercise at lunchtime.

Enjoy Boxercise. Go and make them
suffer.

I've got to go fight for a seat.

Kick them in the ankles.

Love you. Love you. No, love you.

I actually do have to go.
I know. See ya.

See ya.

Platform one for
the 07:39 to...

Here we go. Elbows out.

.. A trolley service of drinks

and light refreshments is
available on this train.

This train is for London Waterloo.

Excuse me, you're in my seat.
Sorry, is it reserved?

I was just putting my coat up.
I don't see a reservation.

No, there are no reservations.
So it's your seat because?

Because I saw it first. You reserved
it with your magic eyes?

I was putting my coat up
and you barged in.

I didn't "barge" in.
Snuck in, sneaked, sneaked in.

I didn't "sneak", I sat down.
There are rules, etiquette,

otherwise it all becomes a bloody
free-for-all! No need to shout.

I'm not, I could just do without
this on a Mon...

Fine, just have it. Just have it.

No, no, no! If you need it
so badly, I'll just get up.

I'm actually getting off at the next
stop. Really? Yes.

Are you sure? Thank you.
That's very kind.

What a kind man. Thank you.
Very kind. Thank you.

Yeah, thank you.

So, everyone's happy.

This train is
approaching its final stop.

This is London Waterloo.

Change here for London Underground
services.

Please remember to take
all your personal items with you

when you leave the train.

Anyone drown? No.

But it's early.

Who leaves plasters in the pool?
It's the men.

With their verrucas
and their athlete's foot.

Pleasant journey, then?

Some man bawled at me
for sitting in his special seat.

I swear that commute's going
to kill me, Kerry.

Two hours a day breathing
into someone's armpit then home to

sit with Ryan and discuss confetti.

Let's talk about work.

I love work.

Who here likes their work?

Monday morning I wake with a
silly grin on my face

cos I get to see your lovely
fresh faces.

Bank holiday? Waste of time.
Easter, what's that about?

I love targets, deadlines,
I love it all.

But perhaps some of you haven't
noticed,

it is a competitive market.

And if anyone here thinks there's
time to sit around watching videos

of cats while our clients have got
properties standing empty -

7,000 square feet in Leyton,

this warehouse in Uxbridge -

then they are mistaken.

THESE rents pay your rent.

Sorry, Jubilee Line...

You stopped for coffee, Martin.

Now...

I've lost my train of
thought. We're finished.

Just erm...

get on with it, will you?

Look at him.

Can't even manage a hot drink.

One of your appointments, isn't he?

Well, he's a dead man walking, Carl.
Really?

What? You want me to erm...?

Would you mind, awfully?

Couldn't we just give him
a written warning?

What, another one?

They've just had a kid.

Well, if you're really worried,
tell him it's my bad.

No.

My responsibility.

"With great power comes great
responsibility. " Where's that from?

I don't know, I'm sorry. Spider-Man.

By end of week, if you please.

Candles and a live band.
It's your own little bistro.

What is this exactly?
Frere Jacques, I think.

No, I meant the black
stuff on the fish.

Tapenade. I know it looks like a
tanker disaster

but you can scrape it of with the back
of your knife - that's what I did.

No, I love it. A taste of the Med.
I need a new violin.

And where's our beloved son?
Play rehearsals.

Christ, not again.
I've only just got over Equus.

I said I need a new violin.

And how much is that going to
cost me? I don't know,?400?

I'm not made of money, Charlotte.
This one's awful.

Well, is that the violin's fault?

Just give it a break, will you,
maestro?

I'd pay her four hundred quid
to pack it in.

What?

It's expensive,

but the big plus is we can do
the whole wedding in the same venue.

Sal?

Look, they've had a cancellation
and we've got first refusal.

It's a bloody great castle, Ryan.

What, you think it's too much?

Not if we come under
attack by Vikings,

but it's just me and you getting
married.

"Just".

The thing is, I've done the big
wedding thing before.

The bagpipes and smoked salmon
for 200

and I hated every second of it. Not
with me! You weren't marrying me.

Which is exactly my point.

You know, it's different this time.

Do you know what I would love?

Me and you, sneaking into a registry
office on a Saturday afternoon.

I don't want to sneak anywhere.
I want the whole world to know.

Yeah, I want the world to know too.

I just don't want them all at the
reception.

I'm not doing this for fun,

I'm doing this cos I want everything
to be perfect. And it will be.

I just question
the need for a portcullis.

Oh, come on, don't sulk.

Please?

Let's go to bed.

Let's sleep on it, yeah?

I shouted at this woman on the train
today. Like a nutter.

That's me.

The nutter on the train.

You're tired, that's all.

And it's only Monday.

Let's go out. Just me and you.

Somewhere that's not a parents'
evening or a school play.

Are there places like that?

I could meet you in London,
get a hotel,

go for dinner, go dancing.
What, in a nightclub?

A special club for old people.

Glen Miller and orthopaedic chairs.

I haven't danced since our wedding.

Ah, the day the music died.

Love you. Love you too.

Argh...

I've told you a million times,

you've got to rinse the plates
before you put them in.

See you later.

That was completely
out of order yesterday.

I really don't want to have
that debate again.

No, me neither. I wanted to
apologise. Oh.

It's this journey, you know,
it makes people tense.

Especially me on a Monday morning.

Veins popping out of my head,
tingle down my left arm.

I was probably a little abrupt too.

Yeah, you were terrifying.
Quite rightly, though.

It's just you had the Holy Grail -
front-facing,

near the exit, big table. That's
like a lifeboat on the Titanic,

you've got to fight for it.
I'll bear that in mind.

Bye. Bye.

We seem to be walking the same
direction. Yes, we do.

Bit awkward. Yeah.

So how long have you erm...?

Week four.

Was I ever so young, so naive?

So, old-timer,
how long have you been...?

12 years, no parole.
Five weeks off for good behaviour.

Portugal usually.

I'll let you go on. I'll see you
tomorrow, 7:39.

Just don't let me find you in my
seat, all right?

Joking. Sorry.

Well, what can I do?

I'm at work!

Yeah... I know.

Look, I will try to come home
early.

Yeah.

Well, as soon as possible, yeah.

Right, yeah.

Can we talk about this later,
please?

Right.

This train is for
London Waterloo.

Sorry, someone's sitting there.

It's a colleague. We're having a
meeting. So, erm... OK.

Pssst...

Thank you.

How is it?

It's all right.

Do you know it well? Yeah.

Well, I've seen it on telly.

Same thing.

I saw you reading yesterday
and it inspired me.

Some people on this train
just pretend to read

so they don't have to talk.

I carried Harry Potter
around with me for five years.

If it's so you're left alone,
I don't mind.

No, no, it's not that.

I thought, now that I've
got this commute,

I'll read all the books I should
have read at school.

But I've been on the same
page for 10 days now.

Yeah, you look a bit distracted.

Did I?

Is she the one who throws
herself in front of a train?

Oh, well. Who could blame her?

Sorry, I think
I just gave away the ending.

Oh, I don't think I'll be getting to
the end.

Not with me disturbing you.
You're not disturbing me.

If she set her alarm a bit earlier,
she could do that at home.

I do my make-up on the train sometimes.
Well, that's allowed, isn't it?

Not cutting your toenails though.

No, that's crossing a line.

Makes a change to actually
talk to someone.

I thought that was against the
rules. It is.

What, 250 days a year?

Two and a bit hours a day,
say 600 hours,

giving a 16-hour waking day,
that's...

37 days a year on this
train with these people.

That can't be right.

One year in every ten.

That's more than I spend with
my kids.

I still don't know anybody's name.

I listen to their phone calls...

see them eat and sleep,

see them drunk.

We nod at each other sometimes or we
moan about the weather,

but none of us know each other. Not
really.

Yeah. That's depressing.

Yeah.

Sally. Sally Thorn.

There you go, an actual name.

Carl Matthews. Well, Carl.

Now we're in trouble. Yeah.

I didn't want to leave London.

I said, what about the art
galleries, the restaurants,

what about the theatre?

Then Ryan pointed out we never
actually went to the theatre.

Is that your husband? Fiance.

Still, it's a long way to move for
an extra bedroom and some decking.

You got kids? We're trying.

A lot.

But you don't need to know that.

On the other hand, if you're
the landlord with 10,000 square feet

to fill, you want a long lease. In this uncertain
business environment, it's not going to happen.

Erm, I've got to go. My work's this
way.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm boring on.

No, not at all! I want to know more.

What train are you getting back?

Well, the 18:49's not bad if you push
up to the front, you know?

Spread your stuff out, eat a bag
of chips, you can get a double seat.

Another handy tip.
Yeah, I'm full of them.

See you there.

No porn at the office, please,
Mr Matthews.

Client's here.

Any thoughts
on our friend Martin's departure?

Erm...

I thought I'd give him until Friday.

If you say so.

We are now
approaching our next station stop.

Please remember to take all
personal items with you

when leaving the train...

Hey, hey!

Nearly there.

Thank you.

How long have I...?

Since Waterloo. I was erm...

You looked so peaceful,
I didn't want to disturb you.

Not drooled, have I?
No, you haven't.

Stay calm. I will.

Don't lecture him,
don't say, "I'm not made of money. "

don't lose your temper,
just be sensitive.

I know how to talk to my own son!

Sometimes you don't.

So why don't you do it?
I have. It's your turn.

I must warn you,
he was lighting candles.

I'm learning my lines.

What is it this time?

Brecht, oh.

Bertolt Brecht.

Verstehst Du sowieso nicht.

Right, well...

If this is more career guidance,
I'm not changing my mind.

No, I don't want you to change your
mind.

I just, you know, want you to think
hard about it.

And then change my mind.

Well, it's not exactly vocational,
is it, Adam? I mean, you know,

Theatre Arts, it's...

Couldn't you just
do your acting as a hobby?

It's brutal out there, Adam.

You know, I see it every day.

I see 50 guys chasing the same job.

Graduates as well.

You know, and it's not cheap...

If you don't want to contribute...
No, I don't mind that,

as long as there's a decent
job at the end of it.

Like yours, you mean?

No, not like mine.

And don't be...

I'm trying here, mate.

I know.

But it's what I want to do.

We've got electricity now you know,
Shakespeare.

You just flick this switch...

Look at that.

Just don't burn the house down,
that's all.

'Theatre Arts. '

I've got this waking nightmare that
I'm going to walk across

Covent Garden one afternoon
and there he is, painted silver.

Standing very, very still.

I love him as well, you know...

He's just a...

pretentious little sod.

He's just going through an arty
phase. We all have an arty phase.

I didn't.

I had a home-computing phase.

I always wanted to be a dancer.

Really.

Contemporary, ballet, tap, modern.

I was barely out of a leotard
until I was 19.

So what happened?

Real life.

I always wanted to be a chef.
I mean...

Not a cheffy-chef, you know?

Just someone who could cook really,
really good chips.

Maggie and I used to talk about it.

Getting a little restaurant or a pub
outside of London.

Well, what stopped you?

Kids, money, fear.

You know, same thing, real life.

I still can't believe you're old
enough to have a 17-year-old son.

Well we started early, you know?

Don't know why I'm surprised.

It's a lot less weird than me
having a fiance at my age.

I thought someone would have snatched
you up a long time ago, that's all.

Snatched up then put back
down again.

I was a divorcee, now I'm a fiancee.

What happened?
If it's not too personal a question.

Another time.

So, what? We must be
near neighbours.

Erm, no, I'm in that direction
actually.

About a mile.

Hey, here... Mint for the booze.

It's an old commuters' trick.

I'll see you tomorrow.

You know, actually I was going to...

Go on.

You'd say if it was inappropriate,
wouldn't you?

Yes, I will.

It's just this gym of yours. You
know...

all the booze and crisps and sitting
on my arse,

it's taken its toll, so...

I just want a bit of life back.

Unless you think that's a bad idea?
No.

No, we're always happy to welcome
new members. Great.

I'll fix you an evaluation.

For Monday?

Well, who evaluates me? I do.

Unless you'd want someone...

No, no, it's fine. It's just, you
know, make allowances.

I'll give you my e-mail.
It's on the website.

I mean, I presume, it's on the
website, isn't it?

Yeah, it is on the website.

I look forward to hearing from you.
OK.

Gentle, sad and lonely.
You're not really selling him, Sal.

I'm not trying to SELL him.

And what does Ryan say?

What's Ryan got to do with it?

Well, if this is so innocent,
there's no reason not to tell him.

Just cos we're getting married,

he doesn't need to know everything
about me.

Except he does.

I think that's sort of
the point, babe.

Ryan.

Can I at least take my coat off?
Not tonight, Ryan, please.

I've got a Zumba migraine.
I've cancelled the castle.

You have? Mm-hm.

No white horses, no helicopters,
no bagpipes.

Just you and me.

God, I love you.

What is this terrible music?

My new playlist!

For legs, bums and tums.

Legs, bums and tums. God help me.

Did the trick though.

Here's hoping, right?

You know, Ryan, most men don't
want their brides

pregnant on their wedding day.

I do. Great.

Little foetal bridesmaid.

Well, there's a disturbing image.

Well...

we can't hang about.

That's what the spare room's for.

So this isn't an official warning?

No, I'm afraid it's not, no.

I mean, obviously we'll pay you to
the end of the month.

Bryony's nine months old.
I know that. It's just...

If you're not on the ball,
if the work's not right...

I can be, it will be.

We're up all night.

I'm knackered, that's why I...
It's just, it's not...

I can't go home and tell her this.
We've just bought a flat.

If there's anything I can do...
Not sack me?

No, I mean in terms of references,
putting a word in? You could not sack me.

It's out of my hands.

So it's someone else's decision?
Who is it?

Is it Findlay's?
No, no, it's... it's my bad.

"My bad"?

Fuck off, Carl.

Fair enough.

He took me to the student union
canteen, which was self-service.

And we stood next to each other
with our trays,

little bit self-conscious, and he
said, "You can have whatever you want.

"Soup and a roll, main,
sponge pudding, knock yourself out. "

I never said any of that.

We had cod in parsley sauce and
I thought, "He's a catch.

"He's a keeper. " And he was,
God help me.

Just so you know I'm going to be late one
night a week from now on. Oh, why's that?

He's having an affair.
Adam, I'm eating.

As a matter of fact,
I've joined a gym.

Right.

OK, screwdriver.

Scalpel, forceps,
nurse, mop my brow!

This is a Stanley head.

I need a Philips head screwdriver.

I'll put the grill on. NO! No grill!
I don't even like barbecue.

Why can't... Got to be white hot,
hasn't it?

It's basically like burnt food. It'd be
quicker to put the sausages on the radiator.

So can I go now? No! What's so
urgent? Just a party!

I'm not asking to come, I'm just
curious.

I'm just trying to make conversation
with my favourite son. Can I go too?

Look, I'm trying to cook us all supper here.
It's going to taste like paraffin anyway.

You know why he can't put the grill
on? The grill represents failure.

Pack it in, Adam, will you?!

For Christ's sake, all week I'm up
and down on that train

and all I want is just one night
of conversation with my children.

You know, without "I don't like it"
and "Can I leave now?"

Is that too much to ask for, eh?

Is that too strange?
So freakishly bizarre?

Mmmm.

Paraffiny.

Is it about me?
No, it's never about you.

Is it about the kids then?

No, not just the kids... I'm just...

I'm exhausted, that's all.

You've been exhausted for the last
15 years.

Which is exactly my point.
I work hard too, you know.

I know, I know. I don't know if
you've noticed, it's not without stress

and I don't take it out on the kids.

I know, I know. I appreciate it.

Look, come here.

I'll apologise. OK?

Maybe we need a holiday.

The trouble with holidays
is you've got to come back.

Oh, God, Carl...

I just...

You know, I just want some normal,
straightforward family life.

That's all.
This is it. This is what it is.

Now, will you promise me one thing?

That you will never barbecue
anything ever again.

No.

Carl, any chance of a quick word?

Oh, I'm just on my way out.
Oh, really? Why's that then?

Job interview?

No, Charlotte -
it's a school concert.

Isn't that what the lady wife
is for?

I'll get in early tomorrow.
Part-timer!

We shut at 6:15.

Yeah, if you arrive by six,
you should be able to...

Hi. Can I help?

Yeah, my name's Carl Matthews.

I'm here for an evaluation
with Sally Thorn.

Ah, the notorious Carl.

Pardon?

Yes, I'll take over from here,
thank you.

Mr Matthews. Miss Thorn.

So this is what happens.

You join and for a while
you're here four times a week,

then three, then two,

then once a week, then hardly ever.

But you feel guilty

and can't be bothered
to cancel your membership

so we keep taking your money

until you finally give up
out of pure shame.

So, where do I sign?

There and there.

Sorry!

There you go. OK.

Now, do you exercise?

Well...

I run for the train.
To be fair, I've never seen you run.

OK. Well, I used to
play a bit of football.

A footballer? When?

Eh... 1983.

"Weekly alcohol consumption?"
A glass of wine is two units.

Well, I fill a recycling bin.

So what's that, about 20?

We add ten.

And now just so I don't have to give
you mouth-to-mouth first time out,

any medical concerns?
I don't know, probably.

I've started making this
little noise when I stand up.

And if I sit down too quickly,
a button flies off.

Oh, and I grind my teeth at night
and wake up with my fists clenched.

But... All right.

Let's get started then, shall we?

Doesn't this music drive you mad?

On a loop for nine hours?

I close my eyes at night

and all I can hear is nts-nts-nts!

Go on, keep going.

So, what do you think?

I'm especially liking that face
you're pulling.

It's like passing a gallstone!

It seems quite impressive to me.

Uh-huh.

There's no way you could lift this.

Let's move on, shall we?

No, you couldn't lift this.

This is very childish.
Go on, then.

I don't want to embarrass you.
No, go on.

A pint says you couldn't lift that.

So unprofessional.

No way!

Well, I've been doing all the others,
haven't I?

Oh, you can stop now,
I'll buy you a pint.

That was unbelievable.
You're like some bricky or something.

Oh, thank you!

Next time I'm going to
look at your swimming. You can swim?

Have you ever seen otters at play?

So, shall I walk you home?

No, I can look after myself.

I saw that!

You could probably
kick the crap out of me.

Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

Oh!

Ow!

Oh... ah.

Did I tell you I made a new friend
on the train?

"Made a new friend"?
What are you, nine?

Do you want him to come over
for a play date?

Actually, his name is Sally.

Oh! Well, you're a grown man.

Not sleeping with her, are you?

She's not my type.

I'd like to think
that's not the only reason.

Eh?

Entirely self-taught.

Yeah, I sort of guessed that.

Ugh, I'm exhausted.

Well, I've pinpointed what's wrong

and it's everything.

That bad, eh?

Beyond repair, sorry.

Ryan teaches swimming.
You should talk to him about it.

Ryan? Oh, Ryan.

Is there anything he can't do?

A few things.

He used to teach Xtreme Body Pump
here on Thursday nights.

Xtreme Body Pump?!

Mm, with a capital X.

That's where we met.

He complimented me
on my Body Mass Index.

Oh, that old line, eh?!

He's freelance now.
He gets loads of work.

He's unstoppable,

constant state of perspiration.

Every time I look round,

he's bench-pressing
a chest-of-drawers.

He can't even go for a newspaper
without weights tied to his ankles.

Sounds exhausting.

It can be.

He's very reliable...

methodical.

He dry-cleans his jeans.

It sends me crazy!

It's like a sauna in here, ain't it?

Someone had to say it,
I suppose.

Hey, closing up now.

We'll let ourselves out.

Thanks, Kerry.

All to ourselves.

Eh, there's a train at 10:32. So...

Plenty of time.

One last swim?

Yeah, fine.

Come on!

Hang on. Ah, I've got a stitch.

Ah! We'll miss it. Come on!

Keep going. Keep going.

No! No!

I lost a lung outside Boots.

What time's the next train?

12:02, gets in at half one.

Come on, then. What?

You owe me a drink, remember?

My first husband was
the complete opposite.

He was a DJ. Oh, you're cool.

No, not really.

Everyone was a DJ in the '90s.

At least they said they were.

Andre...

God, we had some mad times.

He was very handsome, very charming.

He just thought it was a shame
to waste all that

exclusively on me.

I can't really blame him.
We were far too young.

How young?

26.

I'd been married four years
by the time I was 26.

Well, you weren't a superstar DJ.

No, that's right,

I was in marketing.

Do you want to do something
really rare?

Come on!

Whoa, hang on, that's first class!

Look, it's like
some magical wonderland!

Never once? No, never.

Never been tempted?

You know, slow-dancing
at a Christmas party...

A team building exercise in 2006-

a bit of flirty paintballing.

Flirty paintballing?

It was...

Yeah, that was it.

You know, you think about it,

but it just gets to the point
where you've got too much to lose.

And besides, I love my wife.
She's my soulmate.

A bit corny, isn't it?

You know? I mean, there's nothing
she doesn't know.

She finishes off all my sentences.

Ryan finishes mine
and gets them all wrong.

Sorry, I'm being a bit boring.

Not boring at all.

I had a nice night.

Yeah, me too.

A bit too nice, I suspect.

Well, I'll...

see you in six hours!

God, I want to cry.

You'll be all right.
Just drink lots of water. Eh?

That's not why I want to cry.

Some...

Sometimes I feel
like I can't do this.

You know, it doesn't seem natural

for every day
to do exactly the same thing.

I don't feel like I've done enough!

And then I think, "Well,
what are you expecting to happen?"

You know? Ryan...

He's a nice man.

He's nice.

He's nice...

We all grow up and
settle down eventually, don't we?

It's not the growing up,
it's the settling down.

I try and see my face
in that picture

and I just...

I can't do it.

I think if you love each other,
and you're happy,

I mean generally,
you know, most of the time then...

That's enough, isn't it?

Is it?

Christ, I bloody hope so.

And what time do you call this?

The train was late so...

You just go to sleep.

You reek of chlorine.

"What time do you call this,
young lady?"

You turned your phone off.

That's allowed, isn't it?

Why didn't you just go to bed?

Well, it was your turn
to cook supper.

All I've had is four energy bars
and now I can't stop shaking.

Right.

Drunk on a school night?

I don't have school nights!

Fine. They're your kidneys!

Yes, they are my kidneys!

At least until the wedding anyway.

I was worried about you,
that's all.

Goodnight.

'Platform 1 for the 07:39 South
West train service to London Waterloo

'calling at Guildford
and London Waterloo. '

If I could just get
a word in edgeways.

I'm just wiped out, that's all.

In fact, I think I might head up.

I'll see you in a bit.

Just we were supposed to be meeting.
Sorry, she's not here.

Well...

Start again!

'Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,

'we are momentarily being
held at a red signal

'but will be on the move
very shortly.

'We apologise for any
inconvenience this may cause. '

Can I have a gin and tonic, please?

And I'll some crisps -
the sour cream and chives.

The healthy option?

They've got chives in them.

Not real chives, artificial chives.

Can they do that nowadays?

Same again, please.

I waited for you.

I skipped the 7:39,

the 7:53...

.. the 8:02.

I thought maybe
you were trying to avoid me.

No, I just thought I should...

you know, take a different train
for a while.

I found myself lying to Ryan.

I've never done that before.

Well, you know, I've lied
about my five-a-day,

but never about where I've been.

I've never turned my phone off
and...

I just thought, you know,

why would I do that
to the man I'm going to marry?

You're not doing anything.

Well, unless I am.

Carl, have we been flirting?

Well, I haven't. Have you?

Is that really so bad?

Not bad, just...

futile.

I'm getting married in July!

And, I mean, you've got a family
and I've got Ryan,

and he's a lovely guy.

He's a lovely man and I don't know,

it just seems...

Futile?

Dangerous.

You know, you get to a point
in your life and you think,

"Is this it?"

I've got all my friends now,
I've got my family, my job.

Same faces every morning,
same sandwich for lunch.

You know? But you...

You're just... you're new

and I haven't talked to anyone
the way that I talk to you,

and I don't hate Monday mornings
any more.

And the worst part of my week?
It's the best part of my week.

And I'd be lying if I said
you're not attractive,

you know, because you are.

I'm sorry, there's nothing
you can do about that.

Should I not be saying this?

Go on.

I just think it's a shame, you know?

You're down in coach G
and I'm up there in coach B,

just staring out of the window,
you know? It's just...

Unless I'm boring you.

No, not at all.

You're not, I feel the same.

I love seeing you every morning.

Do you?

Of course I do.

I think I'd go nuts otherwise.

Well, what's the harm?
We'll just be...

.. sensible.

And keep it on the train. OK?

'Final hopes of a breakthrough

'between management
and members of the RMT... '

'National Union of Rail Maritime
and Transport Workers Union

'broke down last night... '
'.. with no agreement reached. '

'The strike, due to start
at five this afternoon... '

'.. is already bringing travel chaos
to London and the South-East,

'with motoring organisations
reporting long delays. '

Why don't you work from home?

Oh, yeah, I'd love to hear what
Findlay said about that.

"I'm sorry, Grant, I'm going to
work from home today,

"hope you don't mind. "

But you'll be stranded!

They're not all on strike, are they?
I'll just be late back, that's all.

Dad? Listen, I've got to go.

I'll keep you posted. Dad!

Do you know about this?

Look, I'll just stay over
at Kerry's.

Worst comes to the worst,
I can find a hotel.

I had us pencilled in.

Soft lights, bit of baby-making...

I wish you wouldn't call it that,
Ryan.

Well, what do you want me
to call it?

I don't know, Xtreme Body Pump?

Sorry. Don't look like that.

Look, I'll keep you posted. OK?

See you.

Hello there.

Working from home, my arse!

They're all in bed,
watching Murder She Wrote.

How's tricks, Carl?

What do you mean? Personally?

At home, at work, what's the mood
generally, work-life-balance-wise?

Just fulfilling my pastoral duties.

Oh, you know, the usual.

What is "the usual?" I don't
have kids so I wouldn't know.

Well, you know, it's just hard.
Just... balancing stuff.

Because frankly you seem
a bit distracted, recently.

Mind elsewhere,
eye off the ball.

No.

No... Why? Should I be worried?

Not in the least.

You know me. I'd let you know
if I wasn't happy.

'Due to industrial action,

'all services from this station
are currently suspended.

'We apologise for any inconvenience
this might cause. '

So. What happens now?

I don't think so.

No. It's a bit much, isn't it?

Maybe I'll just
sleep on Kerry's sofa. (Yeah.)

OK. I'll try and get a train. Yeah.

Unless... Yeah?

We could just ask, just check.

Yeah, we could just ask. Yeah.

Our best price on a standard room.

That's a week at Center Parcs.

As you can imagine, there's
a great deal of demand tonight.

We'd need two separate single rooms.

Sorry.

I do have a twin room.

Two single beds in the same room?

That's correct.

At this price.

We could push the beds together,
if you wanted.

No, that's not necessary. Thanks.
Separate beds is fine.

So which one would you like to...?

I don't mind.

Well, I usually sleep on the left,
so...

Me too.

Well, let's both sleep there.

I'll sleep on the right.

I'm just...

I'm just going to freshen up.
Yeah, sure.

Oh!

Room service!

I managed to smuggle this
past the doorman.

You know what this reminds me of?

A skiing holiday I had
when I was a kid, with the school.

French Alps... Ooh!

.. smuggling in fags and those little
bottles of beer, you know?

It was the first time I'd stayed
in a hotel without my parents.

Illicit, adult,

mucking about with the ice-machine,

smoking out the window,

setting off the fire extinguisher.

It was anarchy, to be honest.

I still get that today. You know,
that feeling, when I'm in hotels.

Like Miss Gerrard's going to burst in
and catch me any minute.

I brought a change of clothing.

Are you expecting a message?

Sorry, it's just
a nervous tic, you know,

checking my phone every two minutes.

I do the same thing.

Why do you do that, do you think?

Maybe we want something to happen.

Maggie.

OK.

Listen, I better get it. You know...

Yeah, there's no reason not to.

Hi.

Thank you. Just, you know,
getting a bite to eat.

It's just a crappy little
tourist hotel, you know?

Shared bathroom down the corridor,
it's nothing special.

'Aw-w! Well, steal us a towel.

'And come home early tomorrow,
won't you?'

'You sure you don't want me
to drive in and pick you up?' No!

Absolutely not.
'The traffic will have cleared. '

Ryan, promise me, do not drive
into London. OK?

I'll be fine.
I'll be home tomorrow night.

'OK.

'Well, make the most of it. '

What do you mean?

'Well, this may be the last
night of our lives we spend apart. '

Yeah, let's hope so.

What are you doing now?

'Oh, the usual.

'On the sofa watching telly,
dinner on my lap,

'pint glass of warm white wine.
You?'

Yeah, just waiting for my food, yeah.

'Lamb madras, naan, basmati
and a spinach bhaji. '

Yeah, that's right...

'Aw-w, you're so predictable!'

Yeah.

Well, predictably I miss you.

'You too, Carly.
Want me to call you before bedtime?'

No. No, I'm going to have
an early night, you know. So...

I love you.

'You too, sweetheart. Sleep well. '

Yeah, and you. Bye.

How was that?

Yeah, no problem.

You?

All clear.

I think we should acknowledge
what's going on here, don't you?

OK, look, we do this once,
just once,

just tonight
and then never, ever again.

No, just once. You know,
it's a fling.

Get it out of the way.

Get it out the way?

No! I mean, you know,
just clear the air.

Yeah. No, exactly -

we clear the air.

And then tomorrow, we go back

to being friends
on the morning train.

With no regrets,
no guilt and no apologies. OK?

Because there is no point otherwise.

And we don't tell anyone.

No, nobody. No-one.

You know, just no drunken confessions
or anything like that.

It's ours.

It's ours
and we take it to the grave. OK?

Yeah, agreed. To the grave.

Let's get the bill. I'll pay.

No. I've got to pay.
I've got to pay cash, as well.

I said I was having an Indian.

God, that was a stupid lie.
Why did I do that?

Are we about to make a mistake?

I don't care.

We need to press the button!

Oh, yeah.